Sweet Stalker: A Mafia Romance (The Dirty Kings of Vegas Book 1)

by Frankie Love

  She shouts and squeezes and squirts all at the same time. I pummel her long and deep. Fast and hard, her back rolls and flexes. She moans and shouts.

  I think I’m going to be able to hold back.

  Then I’m not.

  Chapter Ten

  Giulietta

  Already my emotions were spinning too fast. Now I’m about to lose control.

  When he tells me, “I remember the day I first saw you like it was yesterday,” I’m hanging on by a thread. But when he says it was at the Imperial pool, and he describes my white bikini, it’s like I stepped off a snow cap.

  I tip and tumble in slow motion, bursting with delayed explosions all the way down. Lost in orgasm and… something… some other kind of connection. It must be the haze of dopamine and endorphins. By now I’m awash with them.

  In the moment, all I can think of is the huge hose of hot lava erupting into me from the swelling of his cock.

  Wet all over, I collapse. Trembling. I drape helpless over him.

  He remembers which part of the pool my cabana was on. He knows the time, the place. And he remembers Drago.

  “That wasn’t you. That can’t have been you.” My head lolls and shakes, remembering the man who set my heart aflame. “Of course it was you. My fucking Romeo.”

  Oh, I am losing my grip.

  “I’m supposed to hate you!” But deep down, I know I can’t hate him at all. Never. Not even close.

  I curl up in his lap and watch the stars in the desert sky.

  “I’m supposed to hate you, too,” he says. “It’s mandatory. Can’t see that happening, somehow.”

  Stroking his chest and his neck with my fingers, I tell him, “For two people who don’t believe in luck, we sure have hit a motherlode of bad luck.”

  “We’ve got a four-way split. Your family kills me, or my family does. Or my family kills you. Or me.”

  “You missed three other options.”

  “Oh. Of course. Either or both families kill both of us.”

  “Just like Romeo and Juliet.”

  “Except they killed themselves.”

  “Dumb kids.”

  I hold on tight to him. It’s funny. And we both know it’s not.

  He shakes his head. “Mob families and their medieval rules.”

  I kiss his chest as I murmur, “My family are assholes. I want to be with you.”

  “I feel the same.” He kisses me. “I really do love you.”

  “I love you, too, my fucking Romeo.”

  We kiss again. I trace his lips with my fingers and say, “Can’t we just do this forever? Maybe stop to eat now and then?”

  “Sure,” he kisses me. “We’ll just drive and keep on going.”

  “Yup.” I put my arms round his neck. “A lifetime together, looking over our shoulders.”

  He laughs. “A lifetime that will probably be about four weeks long.”

  “If we’re lucky.”

  His eyes twinkle. “And I think we’ve established that whatever we are, we’re not lucky.”

  “And we wouldn’t believe in it of we were.” I kiss him and say, “That’s how I know that I’m in love with you, Romeo.”

  “How?”

  “I’m crazy about your ability to laugh in the face of certain doom.”

  We kiss. Long. Tender.

  “My family never takes me seriously anyway,” I tell him. “I’d miss Daddy, but they’d get by without me. After a few days, they wouldn’t even notice that I was gone.”

  We cuddle under the stars. He holds me and I feel completely safe.

  “I’m sorry if my enormous cock scared you.”

  “It still does.”

  “I should have thought. You probably never saw one before.”

  I dig him with my elbow. “Are you kidding me? My asshole brothers rarely let me out of their sight long enough for anything to happen.” I’m watching his face carefully. “You have sisters, right?”

  He lifts his hands in surrender, shaking his head. I like that he’s not willing to lie to me. I won’t test him. Not this time.

  Pulling me closer, he says, “With certain doom coming up at dawn, there’s one thing we absolutely have to do.”

  “What?”

  “We have to go to King Pine. Put our winnings from yesterday on seventeen.”

  Epilogue 1

  Peter

  In the morning light especially, I love to watch her back twist and flex and the cheeks of her ass bounce while I ream and stretch her from behind. Splatters and swirls of sunlight reflect on the ceiling from the surface of the pool outside.

  More than anything, I’m crazy about the look on her face in the mirror. The way her lips part and shape, and her eyebrows crinkle. That and her wet, eager grip on me.

  Her eyes gleam and plead. She pants and moans as I grind my cock higher and harder, pushing the head up to nose at her high, hidden trigger. All the time I’m sawing deep, dragging at the top of her opening to pull at the base of her clit.

  “Romeo!” I love that she still calls me that, and I love that it’s our secret. “Romeo!”

  I know she’s coming. The ripples of tension in her thighs, the shudders in her hands and her voice tell me even before her eyes start to roll and her neck tightens. Her wet, fluttering pussy tells me. When she clamps and closes on me, drawing and urging me deeper, I know she’s starting to come undone.

  Everything I can do to keep her there, trembling, poised, teetering, gives her a bigger, longer, deeper blast. And I want to fill her and fulfill her more every day.

  She collapses, face down, ass up, and I ride her down the last rippling slopes, getting the most of her gushes and moans.

  “Romeo, Romeo,” she murmurs drowsily, “where the fuck art thou, Romeo? I want to swallow your cum. I need your cock in my throat.”

  She turns and slides up my body, taking me in her hands. Even with her eyelids half closed, there’s that look in her eyes that I could never say no to.

  I grab for her hips. The urge is strong to get my tongue and my lips on her pussy and tease her to another climax while she takes me inside her mouth. I love her taste and the way she squirms when she comes with me jammed in her throat.

  But she slaps my hands away.

  “You’ve had your fun, young Montague. Time for the Capulet’s revenge.” She pushes me down onto my back and reluctantly I let her. “Besides,” her hair falls, brushing my thighs, “I want to be able to concentrate.”

  Her soft lips slip me into her warm mouth and her eager tongue slides and laps around me. She stretches her mouth and draws me in, deeper and deeper. Slow. But strong. Determined.

  It takes all the willpower I have to stop myself from grabbing her by the hair and rocking my hips to cannon inside her. She’s told me she loves that, but I’m too afraid I’ll hurt her.

  Now, I’m trying to scroll famous batting averages in my mind, trying to hold back.

  But it’s no good.

  She sucks me in deep to squeeze me in her throat, slathering me with thin, sweet, sticky saliva. When her lips push down to my balls and I feel her gurgle, my abs tighten and fizz. The nerves and muscles in my thighs tingle and tense. The buzz rolls, gathers, and swells, ready to burst until she gives my balls a delicate, expert caress and I’m exploding.

  In a blast, thick, hot cum splashes into her throat and fills her mouth. I can feel her satisfied grin as she stays fixed on me until she’s slurped down every drop.

  Our winnings from the wheel at King Pine bought us our same suite for a week with plenty left over. We hardly even left the room.

  It took me that long to persuade Giulietta to come and meet the family. Okay, we didn’t spend all of our time discussing it. We had other things on our minds.

  My house in the compound has its own pool with a patio off the master bedroom. When we return, I already think of it as our house. There are no other buildings overlooking this part of the property. The views from here are all Nevada desert. Dad finally gave
me some credit and the house for taking the initiative at the Strip Steak House.

  He told me about the house when I brought Giulietta to the compound for lunch. He had mixed feelings about having her visit, let alone moving in. But he soon changed his mind when he met her.

  Plus, I told him, “Dad, you’ll have Moretti’s precious daughter under your roof.”

  “He’ll disown her.”

  “He might say that, but I think he really does love her a lot.”

  “We’ll see, Peter. But,” he drew a long breath, “she’s a great girl. And you make a terrific pair. You have my blessing.”

  My father has never said those words to me before. Not once in my whole life. He’s not ready to accept Giulietta into the family openly yet, but I have a plan that will bring him around.

  Giulietta was reluctant to move into the compound, even here, in our own house. But Dad charmed her, another first. All my brothers and sisters loved her on sight.

  “They’re really great,” she told me. “They’re so kind and welcoming.”

  “Yeah. I think they like you a lot better than they like me.”

  Sitting out on the patio, I hug and cuddle her in my lap, wrapping her close to me. My lips are just behind her ear.

  “These four weeks have been better than anything I ever dreamed of.” I brush her neck with a kiss. Then another. “All that you’ve given up, letting yourself be cut off from your family, I hate that you have to go through that. But it means so much to me that you did. The love and the faith that you showed me, even knowing what I am, it makes me love you even more.”

  She nuzzles close. My Giulietta is nothing like a regular mafia princess.

  “If you’ll accept me, Giulietta, my Juliet, I want you to be my bride. I love you and I want to give you the whole damn world. Nothing would mean more to me than sharing everything I have with you, if you will agree to take me, and everything that I am.”

  Her eyes are moist, and she starts to speak. I lay a finger on her lips and say, “Please. Not yet.”

  I lift her up to her feet and stand her in front of me. Then I kneel.

  “Giulietta Moretti, my Juliet, I promise to do everything in my power, night and day, to protect you, to care for you, and to make you happy in every possible way. I love you more than anything in the world. Will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to marry me?” I take a ring box out of the pocket in my shorts and hold it up to her. “Please?”

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  Epilogue 2

  Paul O’Malley

  It’s been just a month since the O’Malley family bought the old King Pine. We made plans immediately for a complete rebirth of the place.

  Kingpin Casino and Downtown Resort will rise like a phoenix out of the ashes of the King Pine, themed around great maverick kingpin leaders, inspiring heroes, big winners. Boss men. Modeled unmistakably on the new Las Vegas kingpin, our dad, Liam O’Malley.

  Tonight’s celebration is in Kingpin’s fine new restaurant, but the occasion is the wedding of the man I will always think of as the baby of the family, Peter, to the wonderful, beautiful, smart and talented Giulietta.

  She’s a great addition to the family, and I can’t wait to meet their twins when they’re born in another eight months. Being cut off from her family is a tragedy for Giulietta, not having her father here at her wedding.

  Peter tells me confidentially, “Her father sent a gift, privately, so who knows what will happen.”

  “A gift for her?”

  “No, for both of us. It’s one of those little Italian cars they all like so much. I think he really does love Giulietta, and it hurts him to lose her. But you know how these things are. Could go either way.”

  The maid of honor and the bridesmaids all give me The Look. As soon as any woman sees the scar on my face, The Look comes into their eyes. Sympathy. Curiosity. I’m used to it now.

  My sister JoJo told me long ago, Paul, you’re an idiot if you don’t know what that look means, but I’m sure she was just trying to be nice.

  Anyway, I don’t care. There’s only one girl I’m interested in. She’s never given me The Look, but she’s not interested in me.

  Lucy’s eyes are bright. She’s talking to JoJo but she looks at me as she says, “JoJo, I’m so thrilled that you invited me,” and I love the way she touches her neck and lifts her hair.

  Her lips shine. As Jojo squeezes her shoulders, she says, “Everyone here is pretty close family.” She’s still looking at me and I feel a burning inside. “It’s so good to be here with you. And you’re all so glamorous and handsome.”

  I’ve seen her at the compound. She comes to visit JoJo. They’ve been best friends for years, but I rarely get up the nerve to speak to her.

  The first time that we spoke at all, just her and me, she served me in the Perk-O-L8R coffee shop. I didn’t know she worked there and I could hardly even speak. And she gave me a sweet smile that I’ll remember forever. If I knew she was working there, I would have gone every morning for a hit of that smile.

  That was a month ago, just before Dad told me I would be running Kingpin. Perk-O-L8R is now miles out of my way. It was off my path even then, and it’s deep in Moretti territory.

  I know she was only being nice. I’m sure she gives that smile to every customer. The thought of her smiling at any other man like that brings a yawning, stabbing pain in my gut.

  She’s so sweet and so innocent, and Vegas is crawling with slimeballs and all manner of sick freaks. With an innocent smile like that, who even knows what kind of ugly shit she could see set off in some of these sickos?

  She makes me need to protect her. I’d like to wrap her up and keep her safe.

  “Lucy, you know my brother Paul, right? Our family’s teddy bear protector?”

  Looking at her in her pretty little dress with her cute ass smile, I’m getting hot and angry, thinking about all the men looking at her. Even here, among my family.

  “Oh, I do,” she wets her lips, “but we’ve never really talked.”

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  Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.

  As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.

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