Her Mafia Daddy

by Bianca Cole

  The electric tension pulsing through the air steals the breath from my lungs as suddenly he comes at me. His lips crashing down on mine as he hoists me into his arms, forcing me to cling onto him. My heart rate spikes as his tongue flicks across my lips, seeking entrance.

  Although I know the monster this man is, the moment his lips are against mine all reasoning is gone. My lips part to let him in and he kisses me hard. His tongue searching my mouth like a man possessed—starving for me.

  I moan into it, as he sucks on my tongue, making the ache pulse between my thighs. My panties are wet, and I can feel them dampening more as his fingers press into my ass cheeks possessively.

  He pulls me closer into him, making me reach out for his hard, solid chest. He is pure muscle beneath my palms, and I groan as his thick erection presses into my lower abdomen, making me more desperate for him.

  He pulls away, and it is all it takes to snap me back to reality. What the hell am I doing?

  “Jasmine, you need to understand that I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

  I gaze up at him, hearing the softness in his voice. “I stole from you, though. No one steals from the Romano family and gets away with it.”

  There’s a flash of something in his eyes. “No one needs to know about this. It will be between the two of us, okay?”

  I nod slowly, wondering why he’d give me a pass on this. He takes my hands in his and leads me to the edge of the bed, forcing me to sit. “Jasmine, I don’t tell anyone this, but I’m going to trust you.” He brushes a hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. “We do what we have to do because we have enemies everywhere. Many people want to bring down the Romano Mafia, and we remain strong by keeping up appearances.” He shifts slightly, gazing into my eyes more intensely. “The man you know in this room is the real Kane Romano. Outside of this room, I have to keep up the brutal persona that everyone has heard of. It’s what keeps us safe and in power.”

  I bite my lip and gaze down at my lap, remembering the pleas of the poor men Rick shot earlier. They are murderers. How can I be okay with that? It’s not something you accept just because you’re attracted to a guy.

  “What you do is wrong,” I mutter.

  To my surprise, he nods. “I know. I’ve always known.” He pauses a moment. “Unfortunately, my father didn’t offer me a choice. I was in this whether or not I liked it, and believe me I tried to fight.”

  “Couldn’t you have run away?”

  He shakes his head. “It would have been pointless. The mob has eyes everywhere.” A small smile plays at his lips. “I’m curious where you were heading that you thought I wouldn’t find you?”

  I feel my cheeks heat and wonder if my plan was ridiculous. “The west coast…I figured—”

  “You figured since we run the east coast I wouldn’t find you.” He shakes his head. “You’ve got a lot to learn about this world. We’ve got people all over North America.”

  “I don’t want to learn about this world… I want nothing to do with it.”

  His chest hitches as if I’ve hurt him, but it’s the truth. This isn’t a life I’d ever choose willingly. I’m kept here by force and that’s the only reason I’m here.

  Kane sighs heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fair enough.” He stands and walks toward the chair in the corner, grabbing the wad of cash. He returns and places the money in my lap. “I won’t hold you here against your will any longer.”

  My eyes widen, and I stare down at the cash in shock. “Are you letting me go?”

  There’s a deep sadness in his eyes as he nods. “What good is it keeping you somewhere you don’t want to be?” He turns his back on me and walks toward the window, gazing out of it. “Where will you go?”

  I think on it for a moment and come up blank. The fact is I want nothing to do with Alex, not after what he pulled. The man is an asshole. Ethan might help me out for a short while. I’m sure he’d let me crash at his place for a few nights.

  “A friend’s place.”

  His back tenses and he turns to face me. “What friend?”

  My eyes narrow. “Why do you need to know?”

  He shakes his head. “I don’t… I just don’t want you to get hurt, Jasmine.”

  There’s sincerity in his voice, and it makes my chest ache and my breath catch in my throat. This man I called a monster really doesn’t act like one at all. He’s letting me go which is the last thing I expected. “Don’t worry, he would never hurt me.”

  There’s a flash in his eyes when I reveal that it is a man. His jaw clenches and his fists ball, but he nods in response. “I’ll call you a cab.” I watch him as he walks away, leaving me staring after him.

  There’s a strange twisting in my stomach, as I watch the man I’d longed for the past week. It has been a week since Kane took me from my step-dad’s club, but it feels like a lifetime. I enjoy the safeness I feel when I wrapped in his arms, but I can’t stay here.

  He returns, barely looking me in the eye. “Cab has been called. You can wait down in the hallway for it, if you would like.”

  I swallow hard, deciding that’s the best idea. If I stay up here with him, I might change my mind about leaving him at all. Without a word, I walk toward him and rise up onto my tip toes.

  My lips meet his in a soft and tender kiss goodbye, making my chest ache. When we part, I whisper, “Thank you, Kane.” Then I turn and leave his room, not daring to look back at him. It's hard to leave him, even if he is a monster.

  My heart is pounding, as I shut the door behind me and rest my back against it. I’m not sure what my life will look like now that I can’t rely on my step-dad anymore, but no matter how much my body craves Kane, his world isn’t one I belong to.

  I dig my phone out of my pocket and fire off a text to Ethan, as I head down into the hallway to wait for my cab. Two security guards give me an odd look. My phone buzzes and my stomach twist the moment I read the text.

  Ethan: Sorry, I’m out of town until next week. Call me when I’m back and I’ll help. I promise.

  Shit.

  I forgot Ethan is away for the week, visiting his family in Canada. Suddenly, I feel helpless and pathetic. The only person I could have relied on to help me is away. My step-dad is dead to me, and the last thing I’d do is go back to him.

  Where the hell am I supposed to go?

  My fingers feel for the wedge of cash Kane gave me. I could book into a hotel, but I don’t feel like being on my own right now. There’s a strange part of me that wants to march back up those stairs and tell Kane I’ve got nowhere to go.

  Would he let me stay here?

  13

  Kane

  I stare out of the window as the cab drives away with Jasmine down the long winding drive, driving her out of my life forever. It feels like she’s leaving with a part of me. The woman who I’ve been inexplicably drawn to ever since I laid eyes on her. The phantom touch of her lips still lingers on mine.

  It has been ten minutes since she walked out of here after kissing me gently. I miss her already. There’s a terrible ache in my chest at the thought of never seeing her again. It almost killed me to let her go, but I had no choice.

  What has she done to me?

  A knock at my door sounds and I clench my fists. The last thing I need right now is one of my brothers sneering over me because she’s gone—because my plan didn’t work. I can see Leo now laughing at the fact I’m too old for a young girl like her. I don’t bother replying, hoping whoever it is will leave and get the hint. Instead, another hard and fast knock follows, and I blow out a long breath.

  I pull the door open and my mouth falls open with it. It’s rare that I’m stunned speechless, but Jasmine is standing on the other side. “What… how are you…” I run a hand through my hair, wondering if I’ve finally lost the plot and I’m hallucinating.

  “I text my friend, but he’s out of town for the week…” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “I’ve got nowhere to go, it’s late,
and I could book into a hotel, but…”

  My eyebrow raises and my heart thuds in my chest. “But, what?”

  She twists her fingers together nervously. “I don’t want to be on my own.” Her voice is small and fragile, almost vulnerable.

  “You can stay here if you’d like, as a guest rather than a captive.”

  Her eyes narrow, and I hold my hands up. “I can give you your own room. The door won’t be locked, and you’d be free to go whenever you want.”

  She gazes down at the floor, shifting her weight from one foot and then the other. When she gazes back up at me, her eyes are full of fire, dangerous fucking fire. “I’d prefer to stay in your room until he’s back in town, and then I’ll leave.”

  My cock twitches and leaks into my boxers at the prospect of her wanting to share my bed tonight. Not because I’m forcing her to, but because she wants to. “I thought you didn’t want to be anywhere near a monster.”

  The guilt is written all over her face, as she bites her lip again. “I’m sorry I said that.”

  There’s an odd tingling in my stomach that this woman is apologizing to me, even after everything. She stares up at me with big, innocent, blue eyes. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

  Blood pulses through my veins, and my dick is harder than a rock in my restrictive boxer briefs. There’s only so much teasing a man can take before he just can’t take it anymore. Jasmine is pure temptation and the longer she spends around me, the more I want to fuck her. I can’t let my control around her slip. She’s a virgin for fuck’s sake.

  I give her a gentle nod and step aside to let her in. The moment I shut the door, she launches herself into my arms, kissing me hard. My muscles tense at the sudden unexpected gesture and then slowly I relax. My arms wrapping around her and pulling her closer to me, teasing her tongue with my own.

  She breaks away breathless and beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink and her blue eyes are dilated with longing.

  “Are you sure your friend is out of town?” I raise an eyebrow. “Or was this just an excuse to kiss me more?”

  The redness of her cheeks deepens, and she shakes her head, pulling her phone from her pocket. “No, it’s true, look.” She holds her phone up with a text from her friend, Ethan.

  I grit my teeth together, thinking about her leaving here to be with another guy in one week’s time. A guy who could take advantage of her, especially without me there to protect her. It looks like I’ve got my work cut out to make her want to stay with me.

  She gazes up at me, pulling the wedge of cash from her pocket and trying to give it to me. “What are you thinking?” she asks.

  I shake my head, pushing her hand back. “I gave that to you, it’s yours.” Her eyes widen, but she puts the money back in her pocket.

  I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up. “And, to answer your question, I’m thinking it’s about time I punished you for trying to sneak out the window.”

  Her whole body turns to stone in my arms. The fear in her eyes is back clear as day.

  “A good punishment, not a bad one,” I whisper, letting my lips brush over her ear.

  I set her down gently in the center of the bed. “Hold your hands above your head and don’t move them, okay?”

  She stares up at me, hesitating for a moment with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looks fucking amazing like that. I sigh a breath of relief when she nods and moves her arms over her head, twisting her fingers together.

  I gaze down at her in the center of my bed, feeling my thick length pulse against the fabric of my boxers. I’ve tried this past week to stop myself, but her coming to me and asking to stay in my room is the last straw.

  I unbutton her jeans, slowly pulling them down her hips and legs, revealing a lacy thong beneath them that barely covers her beautiful pussy. The fabric is damp and wet with her arousal and it makes my balls ache for release.

  I kiss the soft skin of her thighs, slowly planting kisses closer and closer to her sweet heat. Her eyes are wide as she stares down at me, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. I taste her through her panties, licking the delicious juice from them and sucking on her clit through the fabric.

  Jasmine gasps, clawing at the bed sheets as if she’s never felt a man lick her before. The thought makes the blood pulse through my veins harder. Could I possibly be the first man to touch her here? I force my lips from her and gaze into her bright blue eyes. “Sweetheart, when you said you were a virgin, have you done other things with guys?”

  A flash of something enters her eyes, and she shakes her head, biting on her bottom lip again. I can’t contain the growl that tears through my chest, as I grab hold of the waistband of her panties and rip them from her, exposing her perfect, untouched, virgin pussy to my hungry gaze.

  I’ve lost all control, as I let my tongue delve inside of her, tasting that sweet honey. No other man has ever been here or ever will be again, not after I’m through with her. She’s mine. I hold her hips tightly, digging my fingers into her soft skin, as I tongue fuck her tight hole.

  Precum leaks into my boxers, leaving a wet patch as it strains against the fabric. Jasmine’s eyes are fixed shut as she moans gently, keeping her arms above her head just as I told her. Perhaps she is naturally submissive, as she doesn’t seem uncomfortable obeying. In fact, she looks like she’s in her element.

  “Eyes open, baby girl,” I groan against her clit. “I want to watch exactly what I do to you.”

  Her eyes shoot open on command and she stares down at me, turning a darker red. God it’s hot how much I affect her. I suck her swollen, throbbing clit into my mouth, holding her gaze. Her pouty lips fallen open, and she sucks in a sharp breath, moaning as I lick and suck at her more.

  She’s ridiculously wet and sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. I could die happy feasting on this girl. I stare at her for a moment, before plunging my finger inside of her. She gasps in shock and it turns into a moan. Her pussy is so tight around my finger, gripping it like a damn vice. My cock aches to be inside her, feeling the perfect pressure as she grips onto me.

  I groan, licking her clit and fingering her. Her eyes are open, but her pupils are dilated with lust and her cheeks are flushed pink rather than red. She’s relaxing and easing into the sensations, enjoying the way I make her feel. It makes my balls ache more. I grip my cock and stroke it through the fabric while I feast on her, enjoying her taste.

  “Can I see it, again?” she asks quietly, eyes fixed on the bulge in my boxers.

  I can’t help the smile that twists my lips, nodding as I hook a finger into my waistband. My cock springs free, slapping my abs as it’s so hard it almost hurts. Jasmine gasps, eyes wide and dilated even more. “It’s even bigger than I remember,” she says, almost too quiet for me to hear.

  I stroke myself from root to tip, keeping my eyes fixed on her perfect pussy. I felt her nipples earlier in her bra and I long to see her breasts and suck on her hard nipples. “Take off your t-shirt and bra,” I command.

  She doesn’t hesitate, pulling the top over her head and exposing her perfect breasts in a lacy black bra. The moment her bra springs free, I growl at the sight. She’s got the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. Her pink nipples are hard peaks, begging me to suck on them. She stares up at me, parting her lips. I groan, stroking myself even harder as my cock leaks onto the bed, making a mess.

  I lower myself over her and suck her nipples into my mouth, lavishing attention to each one. Her moans are like music to my ears.

  “Can I…” Jasmine trails off, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

  “What do you want, baby girl?” I ask, cock pulsing in my hand.

  “Can I taste you?”

  I groan, spilling more precum onto the bed at the mere thought of her plump lips around my shaft. “Fuck, yes, but after I make you come.”

  She moans, letting her head rest back against the pillow and keeping her arms above her head, as I move between her thighs again. My coc
k is so hard it hurts, but I keep my hand away from it, saving myself for Jasmine’s pouty little mouth. I feast on her more desperately now, driven by a mad urge to claim her and make her mine.

  No man has ever even touched her perfect pussy and no other man ever will. “Tell me you’re mine, baby girl,” I growl against her pussy, licking her clit teasingly.

  She moans, eyes wide as she stares down at me. “I am,” she mutters quietly.

  I stop licking her and she whimpers, glancing down at me. “I want to hear you say that you’re a mine,” I groan, gripping my aching cock.

  She bites her bottom lip, and I run my thumb across her clit lightly, making her needy for more. “I’m yours… Daddy.”

  My cock jumps at that word, and my whole resolve snaps. It’s twisted and fucked up, but I love it. I’ve wanted to hear her call me that since the day we met. I thrust two thick fingers inside her tight, wet heat and lick and nip at her clit more desperately.

  She groans, lacing her fingers in my hair and breaking my command to keep her arms over her head. I can tell she’s close as her pussy gets even tighter around my fingers. Her muscles flutter and her breathing becomes deeper and more desperate. “Oh, God,” she moans, eyes rolling back in her head.

  “Look at me, baby girl,” I command.

  Her eyes snap back to mine in an instant, and I watch her eyes dilate as she tumbles over the edge. The tightness in her pussy increases and it floods with sweet juice. I move from her clit to her slit, lapping up every drop of her sweet cum.

  When I’m done, I slowly trail kisses up her body, moving toward those perfect, pebbled nipples. Slowly, I circle each one, making them even harder. Jasmine moans, licking her lips and glancing down at me. Her eyes drawn to my thick, leaking dick.

  “Do you still want a taste, baby girl?”