Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“You are?” I turn her face toward mine and thrust hard. Her blush deepens. “‘Cause if you are, I’ll stop.”

There’s no fucking way I’ll stop.

“No, don’t.”

“That’s my girl. Focus on me.”

“But-” She turns her head, distracted by the group of people waiting outside.

“Forget about them, hon. Trust me, they wish they could be in my shoes. Too fucking bad you’re all mine now.”

With her face buried in my neck, she lifts her hips and grinds my cock, making me gasp. It’s so sudden, and then she’s lifting her body and she moves between my legs. She kneels in her wedding dress and takes my wet cock in her hands. I fist her hair.

It’s so fucking wrong.

Her lipstick smudged, she takes my cock deep in her mouth and I rut her. Her lips close, making a tight seal as I pulse in and out of her mouth.

All the way. All the fucking way.

She’s my wife, and I’ll make her drink every fucking last drop. I make her swallow my cock. It bulges down her throat as she kneels on the floor of the limo, taking her husband in as deep as she can. Her lips squeeze against my balls. Holy fuck.

My cock releases hot jets of cum as I keep her head there, her tongue swirling around my head. I groan and pull out, pulsing a few more times as more streams burst from my head.

My chest tightens painfully. I brush the strands from her face as I lift her up with my other arm. Then I pull her over my lap and give her another kiss. It’s soft, and electrical shocks keep making my breath catch.

I’ve never felt like this before.

Her lips move and we break apart. “We should probably get out of the car.”

My eyes flick toward the crowd of people waiting for us, and I suppress a laugh. “I guess.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m a mess.”

We both do what we can to fix our appearances and then we step into the wintry air. They howl at us the moment we leave the limo, Francois, Johnny, all of them clapping their hands. It doesn’t bother me. We’re married. Married people have sex. Who the fuck cares?

Elena does. She shoots me a heated look as we walk to the reception hall, which is a beautiful place. Glass windows everywhere, and a garden surrounding the outside. Elena gazes at the high ceilings and mouths a, “Wow.”

As soon as we walk in the room, the guests stand from their seats and applaud us. Elena’s hand twitches in mine as we take our seats at the sweetheart table. My mother beams at me from the table with my aunts and cousins, and I feel another twist of guilt.

The evening drags on. They clink their silverware against glasses and I bring Elena’s burning face in for a quick kiss to appease the assholes. I see all the attention wearing on her. She smiles at me, but there’s a tinge of fear trembling her lips. Or maybe she’s just overwhelmed.

This isn’t what I wanted either.

Tommy joins us at the table, dressed in a dark charcoal suit and wearing a smile on his slick face. “Hey, guys. Congratulations,” he says in a sarcastic voice. “Biggest scam anyone’s ever pulled.”

The big glass of wine in his hands sways dangerously. He looks unconcerned when I rise to my feet.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Why should I? Doing this behind the boss’s back is really fucked up.”

“Tommy, you promised.”

He glares at her. “I didn’t promise to keep this from John. You shouldn’t have put me in this position.”

Heat builds up in my chest. “I didn’t take any of her money, so you have nothing to worry about. As far as you’re concerned, it’s real.”

Not believing me, Tommy smiles.

“Don’t be a fucking jerk, Tommy.”

“I just got to Montreal. I really doubt the boss will make me a member when he finds out I kept this from him. I know the baby isn’t real-this whole marriage isn’t real. The fucking money you’re going to collect from everyone, the gifts-you don’t think this is wrong?”

Fucking New York piece of shit asshole.

I don’t like the way he looks at her. My teeth grind together, and I imagine smashing my fist against that fuckhead’s jaw. Condescending prick.

“Mind your own goddamn business.”

“She made it my fucking business when she asked me for help.”

He’s unyielding, like many guys in the life. He doesn’t make a move unless there’s something in it for him.

“I’m made. You’re not. It’s my word against yours, asshole.”

He doesn’t even blink. “It won’t be when I show him that bag of cash.”

I shove his chest in a sudden rush of rage. “Maybe I’ll just put a bullet in your fucking head.”

“Tony!” She makes a grab for my arm, but I pull it out of her reach.

Tommy seethes with cool anger as he takes another sip of his drink. I ball my hands into fists, waiting for him to hit me back, to give me an excuse to beat the shit out of him.

Instead that dead-eyed fuck grins at me. “Enjoy your night.”

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He backs away and I watch him slink back to his table. Elena sits back down painfully, as if there are pins in her seat. I sit down next to her and slide my arm over her shoulder, still simmering with anger.

“Hey, don’t worry about him. He’s just drunk.”

“He looked pretty sober to me.”

“Forget about it.”

She shakes her head, looking troubled by his encounter.

Through the DJ’s music, there’s a loud crash and a bang. It’s probably a waiter who dropped something, but I still raise my head in search of the noise. A drunken man stumbles into the room, hair swinging around his face. I recognize that puke-stain from his heavy Brooklyn accent.