Risqué: Mafia Romance (Beautiful Sinner Series Book 5)

by Elena M. Reyes

  There’s no cooling the inferno this woman writhing against me has created.

  There’s no ignoring the curves pinned beneath me. How good she feels, and I’m powerless to stop or gather a single rational thought. Not a bloody one.

  But then again, this is a problem of her making from the moment our eyes met.

  “You wanted this. You wanted me,” I hiss out, neck straining as another rush of wetness slides down my length. “Fuck, you dirty girl. I can feel how much you like this.”

  “Please.” Lightning strikes somewhere behind us, and a light drizzle begins to fall from the sky, however, all I can give a single fuck about at this moment is her moans and the way she claws at my flesh. Trying to pull me closer. Rubbing her tits against my chest while the walls of her pussy massage my length. Motherfuck, she feels good. “Callum, I’m so close.” Her whimper sends a shiver down my spine; I close my eyes as a rough groan rumbles up my chest. “Please...I need—”

  “I know.” It’s the only thing I understand at the moment. Her need to come becomes one with her need for me, and together it creates a heady feeling I revel in. “Just feel me, gorgeous. Let go.”

  Those thighs cradling me tremble—tighten—and I respond with another brutal snap of my hips before pulling back just enough so the bulbous tip rests against her tight entrance. From tiny hole to clit, I rub the length up and down her pussy twice, before sinking in to the hilt. Then again, I do this until she’s angry and glaring, trying to keep me inside with the use of her legs.

  Legs that now cross at the ankle at the base of my spine.

  “Why are you—”

  “Silence.” Her heavy-lidded eyes widen, the warm brown irises focusing on me while small tremors rock her body. Not in fear, but want. In a desperation that makes me shiver. “We’re going to play a quick game of questions, and for each honest answer I’ll give you a reward.”

  “Are you insane?”

  “Yes.” And just because I need to watch those eyes roll back, I grab her hands and place them over her head while my hips punch forward. For the count of thirty seconds, I fuck her harder than I should, the sound of skin slapping merging with the night, and right when her mouth opens on a silent scream, I pull out. She’s on the precipice, hanging between frustration and nirvana. “First question—”

  “My father.” Her chest heaves and eyes close. “I’m here because of my father and the money the statue is worth.”

  “Good girl.” Leaning down, I kiss her mouth softly while grinding down against her clit. “Second question: why you?”

  Aliana’s back arches, hip fighting my hold. I’m keeping her on the edge, but not giving her what she needs. “He trained me to steal because I’m small enough to hide well.”

  Her response infuriates me, but I keep my ire in check. It’s not directed at her, and she won’t pay for the arsehole’s idiocy. He’ll pay with his life. Everyone involved will bleed at her feet.

  “Third: why are you doing it?”

  “Because he’s threatening two people I love.”

  “Thank you,” I growl out before pulling back, flipping her onto all fours, and burying myself deep. She screams at the sudden movement, but that quickly becomes a whimper when I grip her hair, curling the short strands around my fingers. Then, her arse rises higher as my other hand takes possession of her hip. I’m yanking her against me on every thrust, forcing my cock so deep she’s clawing at the blanket while her cries fill the night. “I’m here now, Aliana.”

  “I trust you.”

  “And I’ll live for you.” Each punishing stroke brings her closer to the edge, but my beauty needs more. A little harder, and I lower my body over her—fuck her into the blanket with the shoreline a few feet away. “Come for me.”

  My hand slips between us, my cock pounding hard, but when a single digit grazes her clit, she tenses. From head to toe, she doesn’t move, her breath caught in her throat.

  I pump harder, feeling the plump globes of her arse jiggle while a low whine builds. Another harsh tremor overtakes her form and I take in the goose bumps on her skin and the glistening of sweat, the way her hair sticks to the side of her face.

  She’s never looked more beautiful. Mine.

  “Baby, I—”

  “Come for me.” With my lips at her ear, I nuzzle just below as two fingers press on her trembling bundle of nerves. She curses, strains against me, but when my teeth clamp down on her neck and hold, she comes. Wave after wave passes through, and I feel her pleasure as if it were my own. Her walls milk me. Pull me in deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. Your pussy feels so good.”

  “God.” It’s a short gasp, she shudders and cries, her hips pumping against mine, but when she whispers a keening, I love you there’s no holding back.

  “Son of a bitch,” I hiss and let go of her neck, my hips flush to her asscheeks. I’m held captive, unable to so much as breathe, while she pulls every last drop from my cock with nothing but the never-ending aftershocks of her own orgasm. “Just like that, Venus. You beautiful little treasure.”

  She doesn’t respond. My girl looks so tired.

  Instead, I cuddle up close while turning us slightly, my cock resting deep within her walls. We’re a mess; sweaty and breathing hard but stay like that until her breathing evens out. And I close my eyes too, not to sleep but to enjoy her just like this.

  No outside world.

  No commitments.

  No familial ties.

  I need you home with me, Venus.

  28

  “Again, Aliana. Aim for the middle.”

  “It’s harder than it looks,” she grumbles two days later while staring at the target set up near the back of our property. What’s mine is hers. Forty-eight hours where I kept her my prisoner, my personal toy—where I pulled orgasm after orgasm from her lithe body, and then licked every drop. Her pussy is the sweetest fruit, and I can’t help but want more. All of her. “Quit laughing!”

  “Breathe.”

  “You breathe.” Her attitude is quite adorable, but she’s too tense—afraid and avoiding the giant elephant in the room as if it were the plague reborn. I haven’t asked about the theft after that first night; I’ve let her stew in her thoughts while silently letting her know I’m here when she’s ready.

  The tick of the clock is her enemy, though. Tomorrow we leave, and I’m adamant about two things with a bonus stipulation: I’m going to destroy her father, and she has a month to settle her affairs stateside while not complaining about the added security.

  This isn’t up for negotiation.

  We ran through that road already: where I gave in, and it got her here.

  So much could’ve gone wrong had Giannis not spoken to me. Moreover, had I not sent in Giannis’s boyfriend and Kray, they would’ve been caught and dumped inside of a Brazilian jail cell where so much could’ve gone wrong before I’d been notified.

  That piece of shit she calls Dad, wouldn’t have done anything to help her. Of that, I am one hundred percent sure.

  For his part, though, Mr. Martin kept his expression neutral when his boyfriend helped them get out unseen—or worse, arrested. Aliana didn’t recognize him or Kray standing guard not too far from them while paid rioters distracted the military guards that night.

  “Again.”

  “Why is it so easy on TV?” She squints her right eye, trying to focus. “What aren’t you teaching me?”

  I take a step forward, and she freezes.

  Silly girl doesn’t understand that I’m not mad at her. Never her.

  My ire is directed at her father and his pig-shit schemes involving Aliana.

  “Relax.” Moving in behind her, I raise her arms a little higher and then anchor a hand at her hip, showing her how to keep a better center of gravity. Because while shooting is an art form, making the gun an extension of you is important. The more you tense up, the harder your reaction will be to the recoil.

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  “Easy for you to say,” she complains, but lets me manipulate her into position. We stay like that for a few seconds, letting her get used to the weight and feel of the custom Glock in her hands. “Can you count me down?”

  “Aye.”

  “Start at five.”

  “Five.” She exhales roughly. “Four.” She stretches her neck from side to side. “Three. Two.” Aliana locks her arms and nods. “One.”

  Her finger on the trigger pulls, unloading the first and then second shot, each one missing the center target, but she does hit the paper. The next one moves into the man’s torso, just barely hits his left side, but that shot is better than anything she’s done today.

  “Good. Now pay attention to that last shot, do you see how close you are to the chest area?

  “Yeah.”

  “So what do you need to do to fix that?”

  “Adjust my aim?”

  “Are you asking me?”

  “No.” Her voice is firm, more secure, and I hide my smile behind a kiss to the back of her head. “I need to adjust and refocus.”

  “Correct.” I drop my hold on her and take a few steps back. “You got this.”

  “I got this.” Aliana tilts her head a bit to the side and shifts, a minute movement, before retaking the position I taught her. This time, I admire her posture and countdown to her next shot. It takes twenty-seven seconds for the finger on the trigger to jerk, firing off a shot that hits the target right at the center of his chest. “Oh my God!”

  “Good girl.” Her head snaps in my direction. The grin on her face is wide and holds so much pride. “That was an amazing shot, love.”

  “I did it.” So much awe in her voice.

  “You did.”

  “Again?” My answer to her question is a nod, and she turns, retaking her position, but this time for fun. She won her reward, and I waited patiently for her to finish—emptying the clip—before taking the gun and placing it on the ground.

  I have her in my arms before my Venus can run, her legs around my waist and my mouth on hers before she can squeal.

  The lightweight dress she’s wearing gives me easy access, and so does the lack of knickers. Within seconds I have her back against a large tree, my swim shorts hanging mid-thigh, and my cock poised at her entrance.

  She’s wet. So slick.

  I drag my teeth down her chin and to the base of her throat. “You did so good, my Venus. So proud of you.”

  “Thank you,” she whimpers, arching back to give me better access. She’s trying hard to move against me, but I keep her movements limited. There’s no space between her body and mine. Not that I make her wait long; I quickly bury myself deep and reclaim her lips. “Baby.”

  That’s her new thing. She’s been calling me that since the first night, and I like it more than I should. It’s quickly becoming an obsession; see how many times a day I can get her to call me that.

  “Just feel me, sweetheart.” My hips punch upward, bouncing her on my cock while I slip a hand behind her back to protect her from the bark. This is rough and fast, my punishing strokes not giving her a second of respite—bringing her to the edge quickly with one of her weaknesses.

  She likes to be taken. To be manhandled and fucked rough, to be used for my pleasure.

  A vicious circle.

  I love to watch her break, apart and she enjoys my pleasure in the act.

  “So tight, Venus. Precious little cunt,” I growl, forcing myself deeper with each stroke. And she takes it with a smile, that sexy grin that tells me she’s close and so fucking sensitive—her walls clenching.

  Bringing a hand to her dress, I yank on the top and bare her breasts to me. They jiggle with each stroke, the tight tips a dusky rose that make my mouth water. Lowering my head, I suck one between my teeth and flick my tongue, timing each tease with my strokes before biting down.

  “Oh my fuck!” she yells out suddenly, caught off guard by the sudden pleasurable pain. Her orgasm is hard and fast, striking me like lightning, and pulls the come from me without mercy.

  “Bloody hell.” Another deep stroke, and I hold myself deep inside her. I don’t care if she gets pregnant. The bastard side of me wants that too. To have all of her. To see her grow round with my child.

  Is it wrong? I give no fucks.

  Is it too soon? Don’t care.

  Once that thought takes root, I see it behind closed lids. Again, I pull out and slam back in, and it’s almost too much. Christ. The things she makes me want—all of this wasn’t in the cards for me, but now I’d kill anyone who tries to break what God himself can’t.

  Slowly, I regain my composure. My breathing returns to normal, and I open my eyes to see her soft face smiling at me.

  “Hi.”

  “Hello, love.” Aliana’s hair sticks to her, and I push it back, caressing the soft skin of her cheek. “Want to shoot some more or go relax in the pool?”

  “How about we relax in the pool for a bit and later come back for another lesson?”

  “You look like there’s something else you want to say.”

  A lovely shade of pink grazes her cheeks. “There is.”

  “Go ahead, sweetheart. You can tell me anything.”

  Aliana takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, her shoulders straightening back. “I know I messed up by not coming to you, but I promise it won’t happen again. Being with you makes me happy, Callum. Truly happy, and I don’t want to lose this over a family that doesn’t care about me.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, but I do appreciate those words.” I peck her mouth softly. “Am I angry? Yes…” she goes to say something, but I nip her bottom lip and shake my head “…but not at you. What your father did is not something I’ll let go of. I’m warning you now that he will face my wrath, but I do it because I love you. What he did is unforgivable.”

  “I’ll accept whatever your terms are for going home, but I need time. There’s my job and school and lastly, my biggest worry—”

  “Your brothers?”

  “Yes.”

  “Has he hurt them?”

  “Once.” Aliana’s eyes gleam with unshed tears, and that hits me in the chest. He’ll pay for those tears. “Dad closed them in the basement of the house for a week. They were ten and twelve at the time, and all because I refused to sneak into another politician’s office and take a file he wanted.”

  My poor girl.

  “I’ll get them out of the country too.”

  At once, those brown eyes widen. “You will?”

  “Aye.”

  “I’m so lucky to have met you, Callum. I’m so grateful—”

  “Never thank me for taking care of what’s mine, love. I’m honored to do so until my last breath.”

  “How about we grow old together instead?”

  “You have my word.” And then I kiss her, slow and sweet, while my cock hardens inside her soft heat.

  “Again?” She giggles, yet I don’t miss the clenching of her walls, or the slight flush traveling from her face to the top of her breasts.

  “Always.”

  “Thank you for coming today,” I say a week after Brazil, entering the room and taking my seat at the head of the table. It’s weird in a way to have Casper to my right, but he’s made up his mind and his sights are set on Boston with a feisty brunette currently giving him the cold shoulder. My father and his are also in on this meeting as is Archie, who’ll be staying to work as my third-in-command. The job of my right is going to someone else, someone stateside at the moment. “I know this is short notice, but I’d like to set my plans in motion before the end of the month.”

  “No problem at all,” Mauro Collado says, extending a hand from across the table. His grip is strong and expression neutral, not scared, but I notice the way he takes in the room. Everyone’s position. “We are excited for this new venture.”

  “We?” Casper asks, brows furrowed.

  “My brothers are also a part of the operation, Mr. Jameson.�
�� He chuckles a bit as if remembering something humorous. “I’m the brains, while they’re a bit trigger happy.”

  “Good to know in case I ever need some hired assistance.”

  “They’d take it as an honor, Mr.—”

  “Cut that out, mate. I’m Callum to you, and he’s Casper.”

  “Understood. Gracias.” He has a woman to his right, very serious and leaning toward him. I catch the glint of a ring on her hand. She’s the wife. “The file, mi amor?” Without answering, she slides it over and he hands it to me.

  At this point, it’s all a formality to the people inside the room, but it doesn’t change my plans.

  “Do you have copies?”

  “I’m sorry, I—”

  “It’s okay.” Archie anticipates and holds a hand out to me; I pass the file and he rushes over to the copier inside the room. While he’s there, I pour myself a cuppa and offer one to the others around the table. “Please, help yourselves.”

  “We need one of those.” Collado takes the carafe and serves his wife and then himself, fixing each cup to their liking. Casper follows after, his like mine without sugar, and then sits back.

  I can almost see the questions swirling in his head. He’s looking at the new office inside of the three-story warehouse with construction workers just outside these doors outfitting the space. There will be a showroom, a testing facility, and then this floor which overlooks everything and will be used as office space.

  One for myself.

  The other for sales staff.

  “You’ve been busy,” my cousin says after a while, his smirk in place. “Holding out, too.”

  “Just a different perspective, is all.”

  “Here you go, sir.” Archie places the main copy in front of me and then goes around the table handing one out to each person sitting around the conference table.

  “Thanks, mate.” Everyone but the Collados and I look at the contract. A few times, the three other Jameson heads snap up and look at me, their smiles growing wider the closer to the bottom they get. This isn’t a complicated agreement; Mauro is the supplier while I’ll distribute with a seventy/thirty split that suits us both. I’m going to showcase each piece and meet with different nations on a mass production end goal.