Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Just fuck me, already.

But I love feeling his mouth on my tits, the wetness suddenly hitting the sensitive flesh.

“Please.”

His groan hits my stomach and I flutter as he kisses right below my ribs. “I can’t control myself when you beg like that, baby.”

The sound of his belt loosening from his slacks is another throb to my pussy. My mouth waters and I strain against the handcuffs. I want to feel his muscles gliding under my hands. The fabric slithers from his hips and drops to the floor, and my heart pounds as his weight makes the mattress bounce.

His hands touch my legs, and he guides them around his waist, and suddenly something hard shoves inside my pussy. A male sigh slides over my ears as he painfully shoves through me, my legs riding up as he sinks into me.

I can’t see shit, but I don’t need to when he fucks me this hard. The chains rattle and I can hear the sounds his cock makes as it slides, and that thrilling noise Johnny makes when he buries himself completely. His breathing rises to a crescendo, and so do the slapping, wet sounds. He thrusts hard, letting out primal grunts as I tighten around him. It feels so fucking amazing-he always makes me feel so amazing.

His hips thrust into me, driving his cock deep as his face nuzzles in my neck. Warm breath billows over my skin as desperate sighs break out from his lips. He holds me tight as he rams deep. It hurts me, but I need the pain. I need him gasping into me as he fucks himself into exhaustion. He silences my moans with his mouth, groaning into my lips as he pounds me hard. Then he comes. I feel his cock jumping inside me and the torrent of warmth as he lets out a long, drawn-out groan, followed by desperate breaths. His lips seal against me and I feel his fingers rolling up the t-shirt so that I can see his flushed face.

My legs tighten around his waist as he reaches down and pinches my clit, pulsing his length so that I can get off, too. Within seconds I scream, wishing that I could claw his back as my pussy contracts over his cock. The tightness in my chest finally loosens as I lie there with Johnny’s body over mine, still buried deep inside me.

It’s the best feeling in the world.

The TV hums and flickers to life, blowing up a huge display of smoldering metal and yellow firefighters walking in the background.

“Good afternoon. This is Michelle Fox reporting live from Sorel-Tracy where last night, a tanker truck filled with explosives crashed into the gates of the notorious Sorel-Tracy fortress. Police recovered one body from the fire and suspect-”

Blood pounds in my ears, drowning out the rest as the camera pans over the wreckage of the blackened truck. A truck full of explosives? And they found a body.

This has Johnny Cravotta written all over it.

Then an intense heat grips my heart as rage sears through my veins, and then I shut the TV off. How fucking dare he? He came home-he knew exactly what happened and lied to my face, and then he prevented me from seeing my own mother.

Don’t act so surprised. You knew what he did.

I grab my phone from my purse and call her number, my hand shaking as I hold it to my ear. I haven’t spoken to her since the engagement party.

“Hello?”

“Mom, it’s me. Are you okay?”

“We’re at the hospital right now.” A whimper crackles through the speaker. “Waiting for Julien’s fiancée. He’s dead.”

Oh my God.

Julien. The newly patched member, who I actually liked. I imagine him faceup on a gurney with hollowed cheeks, and a violent feeling rushes up my throat.

“What the hell happened?”

“What the hell do you think happened? Your fiancé killed one of our own and sent his body back to us.”

The air leaves my chest. “He-he wouldn’t do that.”

“Of course he fucking would!”

Her scream rings in my ears as two tears slip down my face. She’s right, he would. Especially after one of his guys was put into the hospital.

“Listen, I’m coming to see you,” I say as I walk around the apartment, gathering my shit.

“Maya, stay where you are. Your father is-”

“I don’t give a shit.”

I hang up the phone and glance around the empty apartment guiltily, as if Johnny’s somewhere out of sight.

It’ll just be a quick trip. There and back. I’ll get to see my mother, and Johnny will never find out.

* * *

A cold, air-conditioned breeze cycles through the building, making me bury my hands under my arms. My heart beats a violent tattoo as I spot the crowd of leather-clad men lounging in the chairs outside the ICU. A few of them look up as I approach. One of them nudges Dad’s shoulder and he looks up from his chair. Mom freezes on his lap when her eyes pass over me.

A dozen pairs of hostile eyes focus on me as I slowly edge into the room, feeling so awkward that I wish I could vanish on the spot.

Dad strides toward me with Mom hot on his heels. “Carlos!”

My stomach clenches at the furious, hateful look he throws at me, and then he actually lunges at me. I cross my arms, protecting my face as Mom screams at him.

“Stop it!”

My back slams against the wall and his yellowed teeth snarl in my face. “You did this, you stupid slut. You fucking killed him!”

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“What happened?”

“They burned him. His fiancée can’t even do an open-casket funeral-that son of a bitch!”

I hear his words like a series of physical wounds. One after the other.

“But y-you hurt one of his men.”

“What the fuck did you say to me?”

“You badly hurt one of his men. What did you think he was going to do?”

He grits his teeth and then slowly pulls his lips into a gruesome smile. “You can suck his cock all you want. You’re dead to me.”

Mom shoves his chest as he points a finger in my face, and I tremble as I listen to him denounce me in front of everyone I know. My cousins-my uncles.

“I hope you have a miscarriage. No!” he screams, turning to my mom. “She’s one of them now!”

“What the fuck is your problem with Italians?”