Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“But I don’t understand! Why does Johnny care about me?”

“He doesn’t trust you. He thinks you’re going to rat me out now that the alliance is over.”

“I would never do that!” I yell into his apartment. “Never!”

A smile tugs at his mouth. “He’ll never believe us.”

“What’s he going to do, kill me? I’m carrying your child.”

Pity fills Jack’s gaze. “He doesn’t care about some knocked-up biker girl, even if you are my wife. He killed my brother, Beatrice.”

The breath catches in my throat. “No, I don’t believe it!”

I don’t want to believe it.

“Baby, who else would’ve ordered a bunch of Italians to dress up in leather cuts and kill my brother? It had to come from him.”

Tears spill over my lids as I look at him. My heart swells and I clutch at Jack’s chest. “What about our baby?”

He flinches as if he was struck in the face.

“Jack, I love you!”

“I know.”

He bends down and crushes his lips against mine, silencing my cries. A well of desire quickly ramps up as his hands slide down my body, stroking my curves as though he wants to imprint them in his brain. He grabs my arms, steering me backward toward our bedroom. Even when he’s vulnerable, he can’t help but push me around. It was in his nature to break me just as it was my nature to submit to him. I never craved anyone’s touch like his.

My legs hit the back of the bed and I fall, landing softly on the mattress. Jack rips his jacket off and throws it in a corner, and then I see his ripped dress shirt and the bandage around his shoulder, already damp with blood. He ignores my gasp and his body climbs over mine, his lips feverish. He breaks away, his face flushed.

“Fuck, I don’t have enough time to take you the way you were meant to be taken.”

I just want this moment to last forever, while we’re still clinging to each other. Happy and whole.

Don’t make me go.

He rolls my shirt off my head and my skin prickles with desire as his starved gaze falls over my curves. “You are unbelievably sexy.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

No one’s ever made me feel so amazing. I keep imagining myself alone in a lonely apartment, singing to a baby in a cradle. My eyes sting with tears and Jack blurs in my vision.

He sinks down and palms my cheek, lowering himself to give me a kiss that makes my skin flame. “I’ll come back for you.”

I can’t trust myself to say anything without bursting into tears, so I just nod.

“I promise.”

Another tender kiss falls on my lips, and I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him down. He reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra. A tingle runs through my pussy as his hand envelops my breast. He swallows my gasp, deepening the kiss. Then I feel his hard cock digging into my leg, and a thrill hits my core.

He breaks from the kiss, and I’m dizzy. “I want you.”

He grins and thumbs my bottom lip. “Yeah, you’re always so hungry for cock.”

I love him-love the dirty shit he says. “I wanted you the moment you told me to kiss you.”

The sound of him ripping off his slacks makes my pussy throb with a sudden ache. I help him push them off, running my hands over his strong hips. A smile staggers over his face.

“I know, baby. You were practically screaming for a man like me. Girl like that-sitting alone in a bar looking so lost. I couldn’t stay away.”

He was so possessive, even when he wasn’t thrilled to marry me. I fell for him hard, but his was a slower build.

Jack grabs the waistband of my skirt and tugs. The black skirt pulls to my knees and he pushes me to my side, spreading his hand over my ass.

A chuckle escapes his throat. “I mean, look at this. Property of Jack. You really are a piece of work, sweetheart.”

I grab his neck and pull him toward me. “It’s not a joke. Women in the MC get tattoos like this all the time.”

His face spreads into a wide, handsome smile that takes my breath away. “I’m not laughing.” He seals his lips against mine, biting my lower lip. “But they probably don’t get them tattooed on their ass, do they?”

“I thought you’d like to see it there.”

He smacks my ass, making a loud cracking sound. “I love it.”

He strokes the burn for a moment and then flips me to my back, parting my legs as his huge cock swings in front of me. A bead of pre-cum rolls down his cock and falls on my thigh. He runs his hands down my legs.

“I’m sorry.” His face stretches into a primal grin. “I’m trying to be sweet for you, but I can’t fucking do it.”

I sit upright as desire pulses through me. I bury my hand in his hair and scrape his scalp with my fingers. “I don’t want sweet. I want you.”

His breath blows hot air over my lips for a moment. Then he buries his hand in my hair, pulling it until it hurts. His tongue hits my nipple like the cool edge of a knife. A surge rushes through my pussy as he closes his hot mouth, swirling around my nipple. Then he bites down hard, enough to make me try to twist out of him.

“Fuck!”

He laughs slightly as he pulls back from the deep-red mark, sweeping his thumb across it admiringly. “I’m going to leave you with marks all over your fucking body, so that every time you look at yourself you’ll see me, claiming you as mine. They’ll take weeks to fade.”

Weeks without him?

He tongues my breast, sucking me into his mouth until it burns. Another fucking mark. Then I feel a pressure between my legs and I see his veiny, thick cock sinking into me. Jesus. It’s like coming home after a long day. It just feels so fucking good.

The pain bites through the pleasure as he gives me another mark with his teeth, bruising my flesh. At the same time his thickness spreads me open, gliding up my walls to anchor hard inside me.

It fills me up completely, temporarily satisfying that ache burning inside me. A gasp trembles from my lips as his wet mouth slides across my skin. Another burst of pain makes me arch my back, but then his hips dig into me and electricity numbs out the pain.

He pulls back, his dark hair hanging around his face as he surveys the marks all over my tits. A primal grin tugs at his lips and he makes a low growl in his throat, hammering my pussy hard.

All the love is gone from his eyes, washed out by his instinct to claim me.

“Does my cock feel good?”

“Yes! Don’t stop!”