Stolen Kisses

by Gray, Khardine

  “What about names. I just need a name.” All I needed was a fucking name.

  “That’s going to be the hard part. I can get you a list, but no one is ever listed just like that. It’s initials only for protection purposes. The oath is signed in blood. I can get you a list of names from that time, but you’ll have to do the rest. The searching.”

  “Thank you.” It sounded like hard work, going through a list of initials sounded like it would take forever, but it was a hell of a lot more to go on than what I’d had even five minutes ago.

  Government official with a potential accomplice. Christina had dirt on him, and he killed her for it.

  Another step in a direction for me. It felt like some element of triumph and made me less testy.

  We left Vinny with the agreement to get the list by Monday. Monday couldn’t come quick enough for me, this had been going on for far too long.

  It frustrated me that I had to wait. Frustration however, dissipated the minute Maria walked into my bar.

  I was standing on the balcony looking over at the crowd. Sometimes I did that just to check there was no trouble.

  I saw her come in and she got my attention big time. She looked more like what she used to look like.

  Like walking perfection. She was the kind of woman who could command attention in a crowd.

  Twenty percent angel, eighty percent devil, the temptress knew she was queen and didn’t give a flying fuck at the admiring glances that were cast her way. She knew she looked good.

  Hair flowing down her back, that tight top showing off her gorgeous breasts, a mini skirt that gave me a great view of her long legs, her perfect ass, and those fuck me heels.

  I’d allow her to keep those on. Everything else I’d take off nice and slow like I was unwrapping a present.

  I made my move to her. She was talking to Gio and Alex behind the bar, but stopped when she saw me.

  Those eyes looked directly at me, looked straight into me right past everything.

  Maria was the only person who could distract me right now. She was the only woman who could capture my mind and divert all my attention to her.

  It was break time.

  Time to get distracted.

  Chapter 13

  Maria

  When I thought about tonight, I decided I was going to be professional and show Dante I was serious about work.

  I wanted to impress him, show him that I could learn everything fast and that I was grateful for the job.

  What I never factored in was this …

  This version of us with him behind me ushering me back upstairs to his private quarters. Him kissing my neck while he had his arms wrapped around me.

  Thank goodness we were alone, because my skirt was practically around my waist and he’d undone the top buttons on the little knitted top I wore.

  He only let go of me to lock the door behind us.

  The he reclaimed my lips, picked me up and carried me over to the counter where he sat me down.

  “For the love of God tell me you have a sitter for the night.”

  “I have a sitter for the night.” I smiled saucily at him. I had to pay Sophia a hundred dollars to watch Flynn. It was really just for a few hours, but Flynn would be asleep already and would sleep through the night. It would be easy.

  “Fuck yeah.” He kissed me again. I could have just stayed here like this forever with him kissing me.

  His large hands cupping my breasts, started squeezing and kneading.

  In one swift movement he took off my top and my bra allowing my breasts to bobble and sway invitingly toward him.

  The look he gave me in that moment was one of raw, carnal hunger. Like a beast, like he wanted to consume me.

  He nuzzled his face in my deep cleavage and filled his palms again. His rough hands on my bare skin cleansed my mind of everything that wasn’t him. I didn’t even think about the fact that this was our first time together, or that this was the first time I’d been with anyone since Franco. I hadn’t been touched like this in two years and the times after Franco changed were hardly what I would call anything close to lovemaking, or even sex. There were no feelings in me for him. How could you have those types of feelings for a man who constantly beat you and abused you both verbally and emotionally?

  I flinched at the memory and Dante lifted his head, eyes climbing up to meet mine reminding me that I was with him. I was in his hands and he would never hurt me. Never. He’d never find an excuse or a reason as to why I deserved being hit with a ten inch long rolling pin or to be shoved down the stairs, a fist in my face, a kick to the stomach. So many excuses and I couldn’t count the amount of times I had to lie and tell various medical staff how silly I was for tripping again, or falling over Flynn’s toys or some shit like that.

  Dante smiled and smoothed his hands back up to my neck and ran his finger along the edge of my jaw.

  “Maria Ferrara,” he whispered into my ear and placed hot fiery kisses down the side of my neck. “Welcome to Fortegra, consider this your induction session where I’ll show you how this is going to work.”

  “I know how to waitress,” I teased.

  “Like fuck you do. It’s very different here. You can make an appearance on the floor when you arrive. Then you are to come up to these quarters where we’ll get a refresher of this very first time, we’ll end the night with you in my bed for the final tasting.”

  “Dante, what about actual work?” I whispered.

  “You’re in the building that’s enough. Since you insist on being here that’s job done. Here are the job specs. I have a day off when I feel like, you don’t work on those days, and most importantly all the following belong to me. This.” He moved up and kissed my lips rough and hard, all this time his hands never left my breasts. He continued squeezing and running his fingers over the tight peaks of my nipples making them even harder.

  He stopped kissing me and that wicked smile filled his face.

  “My lips?”

  “Your lips, and these.” He bent down and closed his mouth over my left nipple, sucking hard while he caught my right nipple in between his thumb and forefinger.

  My God, my whole body came alive from the wild suckling and the pull of his lips that I felt deep down in my groin. I moaned out loud as he continued to suck. It felt so damn good. Seeing that I liked it he amplified his suckling by alternating from one breast to the other. Licking, tasting, sucking the nipple then taking more of my flesh into his mouth. The sight of him doing that was so hot it made me wet just from watching this man trying to get as much as he could of me into his mouth.

  He couldn’t get enough, like he wanted all of me.

  It sent me over the edge and damn I was near climax already just from that.

  “Dante … I …” I gasped unable to finish the words. “I’m coming.”

  He lifted his head and a satisfied chuckled escaped his lips. “Not yet baby, boss’ orders. Only come when I tell you to.”

  I had to place my hands behind me to keep from falling off the counter when he returned to continue sucking my breasts. Then he kissed his way down the flat plane of my stomach and turned that smile of his up a notch.

  “This is mine.” He said moving his hand up between my thighs to cup the wet cotton of my panties. “Soaked and perfectly wet, all for me.” He parted my legs and slipped his finger inside me quickly followed by another, moving in and out slowly at first. Slow then faster and faster increasing the buildup. Finger fucking me, pushing me over that cliff, making me ache for release that I could only do on his command.

  His swirling fingers spread me wider and I ached even more for him to allow me to finish and even more so for him to be inside me.

  I gasped and tried to reach for something to grab on to, but it was just the granite surface beneath my palms. Such torture, yet it was pleasure filled. It felt like a deadly combo of something I always wanted and never wanted to be without.

  All the while the devil smiled, watching me co
me undone before him on the very place he only last night had enticed me with his drink making skills as if he was just a regular guy.

  Tonight, at this moment here and now was the reminder that he wasn’t regular or ordinary. He was a man who was always in charge and he wanted to own me. He’d always wanted to own me.

  He could too. I would happily give myself to him.

  Dante removed his fingers and brought them up to his lips to lick. He spread my thighs wider and nuzzled his face in between my legs.

  Just when I had finally managed to catch my breath he shocked the hell out of me by ripping off my panties. Ripping them, tearing them off me and tossing them to the side somewhere in the corner, somewhere.

  Instead of his fingers working on me, it was his tongue, taking me and seizing my mind. He pressed his tongue deep inside, teasing and pushing into the hard nub of my clit, enticing those greedy tingles of ecstasy.

  I arched into him as he ate me, the bold sweeps of his tongue sending me spinning into the claws of pleasure.

  Hard, rough strokes of his hot slick tongue deep, deep in my core made me cry out and moan uncontrollably. Mindless sounds of passion fell from my lips and I never wanted him to stop.

  I just … couldn’t control myself any longer.

  “Dante, please … I can’t … please … nuhhhh.” I writhed against him, lost in him and lost in pleasure.

  With a purely sinful smile on his face, he lifted his head and returned his fingers to my clit, rubbing and smiling. “Hold on. Last thing. Final spec. Your pussy belongs to me baby, your whole body is mine. All mine. Capisce?”

  “Ca… capisce.”

  “Come for me, come for me Maria.” He commanded, eyes darkening with greed and primal desire.

  I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I allowed the orgasm to take me and as it did I screamed. Liquid fire singed my veins in a scorching wave that rippled through me stripping me of all control.

  “Oh God!” I cried.

  He chuckled watching me, waiting for the moment when I seemed to calm before he returned his mouth to my core and started drinking. He put my body into overload and fueled another build up just from watching him lick me clean.

  “Fucking perfect. You are so fucking perfect.”

  I couldn’t answer or find my voice.

  With his strong possessive hands, he picked me up again and set me down in front of him.

  I tugged at his shirt, wanting to see all of him too. In all my years of knowing him I’d never had the pleasure of seeing him shirtless. There was the tattoo of the cross on the right side of his neck, but there was another tattoo of what looked like the edge of a wing snaking up the other side of his neck. I’d always wanted to see what it was, see it properly. See him properly.

  He caught my hands and pressed them to his chest, smiling.

  “Take my clothes off Mrs. Boss.”

  “Mrs. Boss,” I really like that. “I get to be your boss?”

  “Like you didn’t know, just make sure you give me the code if you’re going to try anything kinky, or tie me up, or some crazy shit like that.”

  I laughed. “You want me to tie you up?”

  “Not so much.”

  “Do I get a say in what you can’t do to me?”

  “No, you already signed that contract years ago, baby. I’m just giving you mutual rights in certain departments.” He released my hands allowing me to undo the buttons on his shirt. Soon the soft cotton lay open exposing the pure work of art he truly was. Like a sculpture each muscle of his wide torso was chiseled to perfection. And there wasn’t just one tattoo I hadn’t seen before, there were several. Japanese characters mainly ran down the side of his abs to the edge of his hip. Exploring I found some Celtic swirls near his seriously sexy happy trail.

  The tattoo that interested me the most was a dragon with its wings whipping up across his abs, solid right pec and up to his neck. On his left pec close to his heart was another cross. It looked very similar to the one on his neck except there were some smaller versions of the Japanese characters next to it. I’d seen them on his guns before. As long as I could remember Dante had carried twin Berettas. I ran my finger over it and returned my gaze to meet his.

  “For my father, who taught me everything. So, I won’t forget.”

  “I love them, I’m going to ask you what everything means later.” I told him pulling off the shirt down his huge biceps.

  More tattoos greeted me and God, I had the urge to see everything. I walked around him looking at his back, smiling to myself like an idiot. My smile fell however, when I caught side of what looked like bullet wound scars. One right in the center of his back and another at the edge of his hip. I ran my finger over the skin there and he turned catching my hand.

  “You’ve been shot.” I couldn’t believe it. It was so foolish to say it like that though, it wasn’t like I hadn’t known guys to get shot in this world. Most of them just didn’t live to tell the tale.

  He laughed. “Mafia job specs baby. I didn’t get to where I am by sipping tea.”

  He stopped laughing and reached for me again. This time when he reached for me, I knew this was it. There was greed in his touch and a possession that made me go wild—for all of it. All of him.

  He kissed me again, sweeping his tongue into my mouth to tease and to taste me. Then he moved away and pulled my skirt down my legs.

  “Heels stay on, I want those legs wrapped around me and those heels in my back.” He smirked then turned me to face the counter. “This was first.”

  He grabbed my ass and squeezed then placed kisses all over my back and my ass.

  My hair hell forward over my face and I looked back to see him undoing his belt buckle. He stepped out of his pants and boxers at the same time unleashing the massive length of his cock that made my eyes widen.

  He looked at me with a lascivious smile that sent a shiver down my spine and ran his hands over the length. The sight alone made my mouth water.

  He took hold of my hips and teased my entrance with the fat head of his cock. Feeling his bare skin on mine was unreal.

  “Please, for fuck’s sake tell me you’re on the pill. I want to feel you just like this,” he growled into my ear.

  I wanted to feel him exactly like that too. No barriers between us. Barriers I’d placed up. I was taking them down.

  “Yes, I want you inside me just like that,” I moaned.

  I sucked in a sharp breath as he thrust in and tightened his hold on my hips. He started with a few slow, sure, but powerful strokes that enhanced his possessive hold on me even more. Then he pushed harder and somehow went deeper inside me, thrusting harder and faster, filling me right up. My inner walls rippled against him, stretching to take the magnitude of him. When that happened he pistoned even harder, shaft slicking in and out as he hammered into me with a pure rush of desperate need.

  Pleasure racked through me shattering my soul, making my bones shiver and shake at the thrilling sensation of him.

  Every inch of my body came alive. Wild, hot, raw with the savage energy.

  My body …

  My mind and soul … all bowed to the heat, the passion. Every part of me cried out for him wanting more. And he gave me more as he started to fuck me hard sending thrills up and down my body.

  Blissful, blistering pleasure completely seized me, taking me over. It tore me in two. Literally severing me from reality and into this wild oblivion where it was just me and him.

  Only Dante and me.

  How could I have lived my life without him?

  How could I have chosen to be with anyone else besides him?

  A greedy orgasm gripped me, making my body a slave. I completely gave into the scandalous pleasure and cried out. I screamed not caring where we were.

  “That’s it baby, scream. Scream as loud as you want.” He spoke into my ear, his hot breath burning my skin and caressing it at the same time.

  The sexual energy that burned between us was unreal. I
t made my body vibrate, luxuriated by the explosion of chemistry.

  He completely possessed me with his hold on me, but I wanted to touch him too.

  I reached up as he pressed me flush against him, continuing his pumps and I reached for his face. He slowed for a few moments and just held me, both of us enjoying the contact.

  Something like warmth filled my heart and I knew it for what it was, even though I had never experienced it before—not with anyone.

  I thought it must have been this feeling that Christina talked about when she was telling me about love. How ironic it was that when she’d talked about it the first and only person I’d thought of then was Dante. That had been twelve years ago. It took me twelve years to come to this moment and feel it.

  He seemed to feel it too.

  He did, I could tell. It was just like something you knew, like truth. Truth could never be refuted, because it was fact not opinion, not perception. It was what it was.

  The moment was severed when he kissed the crook of my neck. He pulled out, turned me back to face him and picked me up so I could wrap my legs around him.

  He settled me down on to his cock again, sliding right into me then resuming the rhythm of his pumps. Delicious friction penetrated every nerve as his deep thrusts filled and consumed me. The smile on his face told me he was by no means finished with me.

  This position felt more intimate. It was even more intimate to follow all that I just felt for him. I could see his eyes, see his desire for me, and I could touch him. I could hold this powerful godlike man who could switch from avenging angel to a villain with heart.

  His ruthless cock plowed into me, driving me wild and now we were both moaning and gasping. Both of us completely under the spell of passion.

  Paralyzed by the pleasure I didn’t have time to prepare for the next wave of orgasm that grabbed us both. Like a fireball of bliss, it washed over us making me arch into him while he thrust even deeper, faster, and harder as the hot cum of his release filled me. It was wild and savage just like him.

  I came too in shuddering waves, my mind splintered as I screamed into the release.