Her Mafia Boss: A Dark Romance (Romano Mafia Brothers Book 2)

by Bianca Cole

  Not even twenty-four hours have passed since I was deep inside that little thief, Ellie. All I can think about is her. I’m losing my mind. The entire sit-down, I barely paid any attention. Which isn’t good because I know we’ve got a lot of serious shit to deal with. Normally, I’m focused during those meetings.

  The thud of footsteps coming my way, breaks the daydream I’m in. It’s Kane. I step into his path, blocking him from walking closer to Rick’s office. “What’s wrong big brother? The girl making it more difficult than you thought?” I ask, remembering the look on his face as he dragged Jasmine up those stairs after the meeting.

  He shakes his head, shoulders tense. “Get out of my way, Leo.”

  “Boss is in a meeting,” I reply.

  His eyes narrow. “Who the hell with?”

  I can’t help but smirk, as I know Kane hates him. “Austin.”

  Kane’s fists clench and he punches the wall, making my muscles tense on instinct. It’s not like him to be so easily wound up. He can be a hot head, but this is different to be honest, it’s not like Kane to be so crazy all the time. Sure, he’s renowned for his temper, but it’s been off the charts since he met Jasmine.

  “How’s your plan going to get her to beg you for it?” I ask, picking at my nails.

  His jaw clenches. “Fine,” he grits out.

  Kane is far too easy to wind up, it’s why I love messing with him. I know I’m just being a jackass to stop myself from thinking about my own pretty little distraction. The thief who has been ruling my thoughts ever since I left Mode last night.

  “Are you sure you’re not getting too old?” I ask, smirking. “Maybe she needs someone younger.”

  My heart leaps into my mouth as Kane snaps—he never snaps at me. Before I can retaliate, he has a fist full of my collar and is holding me against the wall. His eyes are wild and full of rage. This girl has really got under his skin.

  I lift my hands up in surrender. “Sorry, bro, I didn’t realize you were so serious about the girl.”

  He lets me go, running a hand through his hair. “She’s driving me fucking crazy.”

  I know the feeling. It was only last night I had Ellie over my knee, giving her a good punishment. I told her to be at Mode tonight, but I’m nervous about seeing her again.

  Why the fuck am I nervous?

  “How did the shipment go last night?” Kane asks, changing the subject.

  I shrug. “Fine, until I got called to Mode to deal with a thief.” A thief who I spanked over my knee and then fucked tied to the office chair.

  Kane frowns. “What happened?”

  I fucked her so hard she could barely walk straight and let her go. It’s been bothering me ever since I did it, as I know it’s not our way. The rules are the rules. She should be dead, but that was never going to happen. “You don’t want to know,” I mumble.

  He nods, no doubt assuming it was pretty fucked up. I’m not shy about spilling my guts when it comes to all the bloody, gory details. This is different. I’ve broken our family’s number one rule and let a thief walk away with her life. Instead of killing her, I told her she’s mine to punish for as long as I like. My cock stirs between my legs as I remember the excitement in her eyes. She fucking loved it.

  “Why are you looking for Rick?” I ask.

  Kane’s shoulders slump. “I’m not even sure. I just had to get out of that room.”

  My heart rate speeds up as an idea pops into my mind. “How about we go for a drink?” The thought of heading to Mode on my own freaks me out, but with Kane it will be all right. I wait for his response, holding my breath.

  “Sounds good,” he says.

  I feel a spring in my step as I head for the hallway. “I’ll drive, let’s go to Mode.”

  The name of that club on my tongue feels wrong, as I know my real reason for going there. A petite blonde girl with bright blue eyes, who tried to steal two-hundred thousand dollars from us. Kane doesn’t need to know that, though.

  “I’m going to go and dance,” I shout to Kane, who has been brooding the entire time we’ve been here. The guy needs to chill out and cut loose. He is cramping my style.

  He gives me a short nod, keeping his beer in his hand and looking down at it. I’m not sure why he agreed to come for a drink, as he’s not really been with it the entire night. I’ve been asking him questions, and he barely responds. The man has one thing on his mind—Jasmine.

  I can’t blame him. It’s been the same for me ever since last night, I’m just better at pretending than he is. Ellie has been here since before I arrived with Kane, glancing over at me now and then from the booth she is sitting in. She looks a little out of her element, sitting there on her own and waiting for me to approach.

  I’ve seen a few men proposition her and it made me see red, but luckily, she turned them away quickly. If she hadn’t, there would have been trouble. Each time she’d glance over to me, as if seeking approval. I love the way this girl seems to crave me as much as I crave her.

  Our eyes lock as I stride steadily across the dance floor toward her. I said to Kane I’m going to dance, but I’m not.

  My cock has been hard since I set eyes on her. There’s only one thing I want to do. Tie that beautiful woman up again and fuck her senseless. Her cheeks flush pink the moment I sit down opposite her, eyes fixed to her like a hawk.

  “Evening, thief,” I say, crossing one leg over the other and sitting back against the cool leather sofa.

  She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “Evening, sir,” she says, eyes dilated.

  “I’ve been watching you,” I say.

  She nods. “I know.”

  I can’t help but smile. “Time for me to give you your punishment, darling.”

  Her thighs visibly quiver at that and my length strains against my pants. Her eyes are drawn downward to the bulge and she licks her lips. “Yes, sir,” she replies, her voice huskier now.

  “Hmm, come here,” I say, holding out a hand.

  She glances around the club, before standing up and setting her palm in mine. I pull her into me, forcing her to straddle my lap. She groans the moment my hard cock presses into her arousal. My fingers hike up her short dress, pressing into her soft skin beneath. “Are you sore from last night?”

  She nods her head, grinding herself against me.

  “And, you still want more tonight?”

  “Yes, sir,” she moans, moving her hips in a way that drives me insane.

  The music pulses in a hypnotic beat, and the voices of the hundreds of people crowding this place drone around us. She doesn’t care who the hells sees as she writhes shamelessly in my lap, grinding against my hard length.

  Her lips part temptingly. Lips that I haven’t yet kissed, but I want to. Even though it’s against my code—kissing.

  She gazes down at me, looking more beautiful than I remember. Her golden, blonde hair falls in perfect curves around her heart-shaped face, and having her this close I’m mesmerized by those oceanic blue eyes.

  I fist her hair in my hands and pull her luscious, pink lips to mine, kissing her hard and rough. She moans into my mouth, letting my tongue tangle with her own.

  Even while I kiss her, she submits perfectly. Her hands only gently resting on my shoulders as I claim her mouth as my own.

  My cock hardens more, which I didn’t believe possible. I suck on her tongue, making her moan and dampen. I can feel her juices leaking onto my pants, making a mess. It feels so fucking good having her here. “Come on, Bella, time to tie you up,” I whisper into her ear, digging my fingertips hard into her hips.

  She jumps off my lap eagerly, threading her fingers with my own. I look down at our entwined hands, wondering what the hell is going on here.

  Hand holding is the last thing I would ever do with a woman. As I stare down at her fingers entwined with mine, I can’t bring myself to pull away. Her small hand is a perfect fit inside of mine, so instead, I drag her toward the office out back.

  I sto
p outside the door, opening it for her. “Inside,” I command.

  She walks inside, squealing as I slap her ass on the way. I could listen to her squeal like that for the rest of my life and be happy.

  Her eyes are wide as she watches me, trembling with anticipation. I shut the door behind me and lock it for good measure.

  “Bend over the desk,” I command, keeping my voice even.

  She doesn’t say a word, moving to the desk and bending over. A glimpse of her ass makes me hard as nails, and I unzip the zipper of my pants. The sound has her glancing behind, lips parted as I release myself from the confines of my tight boxer briefs.

  “Keep your face forward,” I growl.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, checking the text.

  Kane: I will get a cab home. No idea where you are.

  I stow my phone back in my pocket, fisting myself in my hands. Sure, I’m being an asshole for ditching my brother, but I’ve got more important things to deal with right now.

  I step toward her and lift her skirt up, allowing my hands to tease over her soft, perfect skin. She trembles beneath me, rolling her hips slightly.

  “Keep still, Bella.”

  She stops moving, and I run a finger through her soaking wet arousal, coating it in her juice. “Come sei bagnata,” I say, forgetting the girl doesn’t speak fucking Italian. It’s often gets my Italian flowing when I’m horny as hell.

  She gazes back at me, questioning me with her eyes.

  “You’re so fucking wet, baby,” I growl.

  She bites her lip and looks forward, waiting for me to play with her. The ropes she’d been tied with last night are discarded on the desk in the office inches away from her hands. I move around to tie her down.

  She groans as I tie the rope tight to her wrists, pulling her body flat against the desk.

  I lean down to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to make you come all over my cock so many times, you’ll barely be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

  A visible shiver runs through her, satisfying my craving to control her and affect her in ways she has never dreamed of. I can see it every time she looks at me—a need to submit.

  It’s as if she’s been searching for this her entire life—searching for me. The girl can’t be old, twenty-two or three, I’m not sure exactly, as we haven’t had a proper conversation.

  I slap her ass again, making her moan and cry out all at the same time. She tries to writhe against the restraints, needy for my cock. I shift onto my knees and lick her from top to bottom, making her whimper. My tongue teases her back hole, probing the tight ring of muscles. The thought of sinking my cock in her ass has me leaking all over the floor of the office.

  Ellie moans, trying to buck back against me. I dig my fingertips into her hips, and slap her ass with a soft but firm hit that seems to get her going every time. Her knees shake and I know she’s already getting close to coming.

  I stop licking her and move my fingers between her folds. Slowly, I dip two thick fingers in to the knuckle, making her cry out in ecstasy. Her muscles are tight around my fingers, fluttering as I fuck her with them. My tongue teases at her back hole, as she tries to push back onto my fingers, hungry for more.

  She pulls against the restraints, whimpering and mewling in a way that makes me feel powerful. I pull my fingers from her tight, wet pussy and lick her clit lightly. That’s all it takes to send her thrashing over the edge. “Fuck, sir,” she moans, attempting to claw at the desk.

  My cock twitches as her pussy gushes with her sweet cum. I lap all of it up, tasting every drop of her until I can’t get anymore. Her legs quiver beneath her as she comes down from her first orgasm.

  Without warning I slap her left ass cheek hard and fast three times. She cries out, as I bring my palm down in an erotic stroke that leaves her skin tinged red. I do the same on her other ass cheek and then repeat.

  Her pussy drips as I dole out the punishment she deserves, making her needy for my cock. I stop slapping her and move my fingers to her center, dipping three of them in to the knuckle.

  Ellie gasps, bucking her hips back toward me as much as the restraints will allow. I fuck her hard with my fingers, curling them to hit the spot deep inside of her that makes her crazy. She shivers and moans, as I up them tempo. “Ask for my permission before you come, do you understand, thief?”

  She nods her head.

  “Let me here you say it,” I say, slapping her ass again.

  “I understand, sir,” she cries.

  I move between her legs again and taste her, swiping the tip of my tongue right through her center. “I want to control your body and own it,” I say, moving back and letting my breath tease over her. Then, I lick her once more, making her body shudder. “I’m the master of your orgasms from now on.”

  She groans as I slip three fingers back inside of her, licking her clit at the same time. “Fuck.” Her body tenses as she tries desperately to hold on, waiting for my permission. “Please, sir, I need to—”

  I slap her ass before she can finish her sentence, and she’s on the edge of unfolding. My fingers still inside of her as I carefully ensure she doesn’t come, yet.

  “Please,” she moans, legs wobbling as she tries to keep control. “I need to come,” she begs.

  My cock hardens to stone, hearing her beg me like that. I slide my fingers in and out slowly three more times and then whisper the command into her ear, “Come for me, baby.” I slap her ass and her body trembles with her orgasm.

  She cries out, fighting hard against the bindings as her pussy floods with cream. I get between her thighs to drink it up, not letting the addictive honeyed nectar go to waste.

  My hand wraps around my throbbing, aching cock as I pump it up and down from root to tip, shutting my eyes and trying to regain control.

  I need this more than anything. Her body responding like this as I sink every thick inch of my aching cock inside of her.

  Ellie glances back at me, moaning at the sight of my length, hard and ready to take her. I slap her ass for it. “Keep your eyes forward,” I grunt.

  “Yes, sir,” she squeals, turning her head forward. Her thighs quiver with anticipation as I move toward her, stopping with my swollen head inches from her dripping wet core.

  I rub the tip in her juices, coating myself in them. Without warning, I thrust myself inside her with one hard, quick stroke.

  She cries out as I slap her ass at the same time, building her toward orgasm so quick it’s ridiculous. I can feel the fluttering around my cock and the tightness pulling inside of her.

  This is heaven. I’ve never felt as good as I have when I’m inside of this woman. It makes no sense, as I’ve had my fair share of flings, but nothing compares to her.

  I drive into her harder and faster, fucking her rough. My length fits perfectly, hitting the spot deep within her that builds more pleasure every time I thrust.

  “Harder,” she moans, and it’s enough to shock me.

  Few women want it even as hard and rough as I’m giving it to her now, but she does. I claw at her fabric clad hips so hard I know she’ll be even more bruised in the morning. I lift the fabric a few inches higher, and notice the faint yellow marks from where I’d clawed at her the evening before.

  It makes me groan in pure ecstasy, seeing my mark on her skin like that. My balls slap against her clit with every thrust, and our bodies clap together in this frantic and animalistic mating.

  I slap her ass again, sending red welts across her skin. Her body responds to it and she screams as she tries to hold onto her orgasm.

  “Come for me,” I grunt, giving her permission before she asks.

  Ellie lets go and her cum floods around my cock, dripping all over my balls. I keep thrusting into her, fucking her right through it until she’s done. Only then do I let myself go, shooting every drop of thick, pearly seed deep inside of her.

  Our breathing is labored as I rest inside of her for a moment, making sure every dr
op is as deep as it possibly can be. I want to know she has a part of me within her when she walks away, until tomorrow night when I intend to do exactly the same again.

  Who knows when I’ll stop, maybe never. It’s a dangerous but tempting thought.

  7

  Ellie

  My ass stings as I sit on the hard bus seat, traveling back to Ashley’s apartment. Leo Romano knows how the hell to make me come. It’s something I’m not used to. He insisted I be at Mode tomorrow evening again.

  Deep down I hope that he never gets bored of punishing me and wants me at Mode every night. Leo is everything I’ve wanted when it comes to sex. For a while now, I’ve known I’m not into the normal, vanilla things most people like.

  Ashley is the only person who doesn’t judge me for my tastes. The first time I had sex it was so disappointing and not arousing at all. It was only through watching porn that I realized that being submissive is everything I crave.

  True alpha men like Leo who take what they want, when they want, get me going. It’s exactly what he is. I like a little bit of pain that turns the pleasure up a notch, spanking and being tied up, but I’m not a masochist.

  The moment this ends, I know reality is going to come crashing down on me hard. I’m homeless and my good for nothing drug dealer ex-boyfriend wants me dead. I stumbled into his only decent friend, Sid, who warned me he has all his other friends out searching for me. He promised he wouldn’t tell him where I am, but it’s only a matter of time until one of those assholes spots me.

  Bruce doesn’t scare me, but he is an idiot. I wouldn’t put it passed him to kill me for this. Even though I had nothing to do with his drugs going missing. Not to mention, he’s definitely not a stranger to violence, I’ve seen that first hand.

  There’s not many people on the bus at this time of night, but the fact Leo is insisting I keep going to Mode each night is increasing my chance of getting caught.

  The bus rolls passed the next stop and my stop is only two more away. Hopefully, I’m going to make it to Ashley’s without a hitch. I’m lucky that Bruce’s friends don’t use public transport. They all have their flashy cars they’ve bought with their drug money.