He leaned over me and slid himself deep inside as a bead of sweat rolled down my chest. He licked it off and I threw my head back with a gasp as pure pleasure ripped through me.
It was everything I wanted. I gasped, moaned his name, my husband, god, my mafia husband, and he fucked me faster, licked my nipples, teased me, bit my lower lip, looked into my eyes and I saw the man beneath the killer’s mask, the man that wanted what was best for his family and wanted me, god, he wanted me so bad.
I rolled my hips, panting his name, body trembling and sweating, and I kissed his neck, leaning forward as he fucked me harder, faster, bringing me closer, so fast and so stupid, so good, and everything flashed bright, so bright and intense, the pleasure flaring up my spine as his big hands cupped my ass. He pulled me up and off the desk then fell back into the chair. It nearly tipped back but he stabilized it, and I slid down along his shaft, riding him harder, faster, knees braced on the seat. He pulled my hair and his fingers moved down my back and his lips hung open, and I went faster, panting, sweating, gasping, and I pressed my forehead against his and squeezed my eyes closed and there was only his smell, his touch, his cock deep between my legs—
And I came in a rush, an intense and wild rush. He fucked me through it as I exploded along his shaft and I leaned back shivering, shaking, eyes rolled back, whispering his name again and again.
When it was over, I stood up in front of him. He gripped his cock in one hand and stroked himself as I chewed my thumbnail, legs still shaking, brain a foggy mess. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, sucking him fast, tasting my pussy on his shaft. I wanted him to feel the way I felt, to have that release I knew he needed, and he growled my name as he came on my tongue, deep between my lips.
I swallowed him, every drop of him, and when he was finished, he pulled me up into his lap. I curled there and let him hold me, feeling so naked and exposed, but so good.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered, nuzzling my throat. “I’m not going to hurt you, you know that, don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” I said, holding him tighter. I shouldn’t have done this— shouldn’t have opened myself like that, because now all I wanted was more, so much more.
And I knew he could give it to me, if only I’d ask.
“Come on, little wife,” he said, and helped me get dressed. We went back upstairs and into my room without speaking, and he got me into bed, then curled up behind me. I felt taken and protected, and I shifted back against him as his stubbled chin brushed the nape of my neck, and he let out a soft, animalistic sigh as he smelled my hair, then kissed me again.
We stayed like that in the dark, and drifted off to sleep.
15
Dean
I slipped out of her room early. No reason to wake her up. She drifted off almost immediately, like the sex took a lot out of her.
It left me craving her. As soon as I went back to my room and got changed, all I wanted to do was go back into that bed and smell her and taste her and fuck her again.
But I had calls to make, family to console, soldiers to reassure. I had to find a replacement for Lorenzo sooner rather than later, and make sure that any of his kin were taken care of. The Valentino family made sure nobody got left behind.
It took a lot out of me. Anger rolled through me in waves, anger mixed with sorrow. I hated losing anyone, especially a Capo. My Capos were my hands and my fingers, the men that ran the streets for me, that followed orders and made sure the family ran smoothly. If I was the heart and the brains, they were the blood and the muscle.
Losing a Capo was a very big deal. For all the years my father ran the family, he’d lost so few men, only a handful of Capos. I’d been in charge for weeks, and already one was dead on my watch. It ate at me, and the need for revenge was like a disease.
Around nine, I went back upstairs. The calls were over, and now it was only a matter of picking a replacement and giving the soldiers what they wanted.
Blood and money. It was always blood and money.
Mags looked at me from beneath the sheets. She had them pulled up to her chin, and she stretched like a cat with an uncertain smile on her lips. I wasn’t sure how she wanted to play this—if we were going to talk about what happened the night before, or if she was going to pretend like it hadn’t happened.
“Morning,” I said.
“Morning.” She shifted a little and sat up. “What time is it?”
“Past nine,” I said. “I figured you’d need to sleep in since you had such a workout last night.”
She blushed. “Oh, right. Thank you.”
I smiled and stepped into the room. She wanted to ignore it then. Well, I wouldn’t let her. “I know you’re probably wondering when I’m going to fuck you again, but please, I think I need a little space.”
Her mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”
I held up my hands. “I like you, Mags. You’re beautiful, you really are, and I want to taste your delicious, dripping little cunt and do all the nasty things you ever dreamed of, but please. You’re smothering me.”
“You’re such a dick,” she said, throwing a pillow.
I knocked it away with a laugh. “I’m only
