Mafias Embrace (Lethal Beauty & Smoking Steel Book 2)

by Darcy Ray

  Well, shit. His confession makes my heart do this weird flutter, and then it swells. I know what I’m feeling is love, but I know it's too soon to tell him. I want to be in love with him when I do. Yeah, I knew the others a couple of months more than him, but with them, I knew it was real. So instead of rejecting what he said, I bottle up all the love he is filling me with and tuck it close. When the time is right, I'll let it out, and I’ll mean it with all I am.

  Instead of replying to him, I reach over, grab his hand, and bring it to my lips. After a soft kiss to his knuckles, I move his hand to my lap and lazily run my thumb over it. Looking over to him, I catch his eyes and just express with my look, what I'm feeling. I don't know if he understands or knows how to read me yet, regardless I hold nothing back. With a wink, he looks back to the road and drives us back to my place where I ask him to stay. I may not want to confess what I'm feeling out loud, but there's nothing wrong with playing charades in bed.

  The sexual tension is like a rubber band being stretched to the max, and as soon as we make it to my floor, we snap. We are both in a lust-induced fog with magnets attached to our bodies. I quickly find myself plastered against him, and god, it feels amazing. With the height difference and his hulking form, I fit against him like a puzzle piece. My hands trail up his corded muscles until they reach his neck where I drag him down to me. Our lips hover apart from each other for only a brief second, and then all restraint is lost. Even with how ravenous we are for each other, the second our mouths collide I feel nothing but raw emotions.

  We don't separate until we have my door open and the second we have it closed, we start to strip. As we make our way to the room, clothes go all over the place—on the back of the couch, on the floor, and even the end table. By the time we make it to my bed, I'm only in my bra and panties. Just as I reach back to unlatch lacy material that is holding my breasts, Jaime closes the distance and presses himself against me.

  The feeling of his silky dick pressing against my ass makes me arch back against him to get some kind of friction. Needing to be closer to him, I quickly unsnap my bra and toss it to the side. Jaime’s hands quickly replace the lacy material and cup my full breasts. With daunting fingers, he grips both my nipples and tweaks them hard enough to cause me to suck air through my teeth. His hands release my throbbing nubs and start their trail down my body. His touch is light and delicate as if he was rubbing a feather over fragile crystal glass. In their wake, a trail of goosebumps erupt.

  The lazy path his hands travel leaves me in stimulus overload. I’m whimpering with need, and my channel is drenched, so when he reaches the seam of my matching lace panties, I nearly lose it. He doesn't dip underneath the material or even glide over the top of it. No, he tortures me by running his fingers in a line on the seam. In a huff of frustration, I lean my head back against his shoulder and lull my head to the side. I instantly regret it because Jaime bends down and nips my ear lobe and then blows air on the sensitive skin just behind my ear. Tilting my head to the side, I capture his mouth and pour my sexual frustration into the frantic kiss.

  My need to be filled must have registered with him because he finally slides beneath my underwear and shoves two of his fingers into my aching pussy. My gasp is swallowed up, and my moans are muffled behind Jaime's plush lips. His fingers are relentless as they pump into me. They curl deliciously inside me, and with every thrust, they stroke over that lovely little spot that most men always forget about. Slipping his hand further in my panties, he now has access to his thumb, which he quickly puts to work stroking my clit. The dual stimulation drives me to my peak, and just as my orgasm explodes, he stops.

  I start to whimper and wiggle against him, but I freeze as I hear the sound of material ripping. Looking down, I see my favorite pair of panties, now in two pieces. Jaime's husky voice draws my attention back to him. "You ain't gonna cum on my fingers; I want your pussy pulsating around my cock when you do." I swear if I was made of ice, I would melt.

  Not wanting to lose the pre-orgasmic bliss, I forget about the destroyed panties and quickly crawl onto the bed. Flipping to my back, I bask in the burning gaze that is raking across my body."Come on then, papi, show me what you're working with. "Jaime on arches a brow at me before he makes his way over.

  As he climbs his closer to me, he plants a mixture of kisses and nibbles in a trail that leads straight to my drenched pussy. "You are so fucking sexy Selene, te amo mi amor." His delicious Latin accent curls around me and nearly makes me purr. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he moves so that he is hovering just above my slit and inhales my sweet scent.

  This slow and torturous thing Jaime is doing isn't what I'm used to; I'm not patient enough for him to take his time. Wanting him to fucking devour me already, I tilt my pelvis up and try to grind on his face. I only get myself lifted off the bed before he has an arm draped over my waist to hold me down. With his other hand, he trails his fingers down my thigh and over my swollen lips, where he parts them and exposes my glistening pearl.

  I hold my breath in anticipation as I watch him duck his head and take the first swipe. As soon as he makes contact, my nerve endings explode, making a needy moan escape me. Collapsing down onto the soft material below me, I get lost in the rhythmic sensations Jaime is causing. My legs start to quiver as I near the breaking point once again, not wanting him to stop, I reach down and run my fingers through his buzzed cut hair and hold his face down so he can't pull away.

  Just as I think I'm going to reach the heavenly abyss, he fucking bites my clit, causing me to throw my hands up which allows him to move away. Letting out a frustrated groan, I prop myself up on my elbows and glower down at him. "If you keep leaving me hanging, I'm going to go get one of the guys and have them finish me off!" My threat must have hit a nerve because as soon as the last word slips past my lips, he's on top of me.

  Dropping back down on the bed, I wrap my arms around him and start to run my nails up and down his rippling back. Pulling him down, he starts to kiss his way from my neck up to my jaw, and finally, our lips join in a frenzied battle. The smooth ministrations of his tongue coax moans out of me and with each one, his dick twitches. The head of his member is hovering right above my slit, just begging to impale me.

  Jaime leans up and wraps his hand around his dick and nudges my outer lips apart, revealing my gushing pussy. He starts to run his dick up and down to get it lubricated, but he is going so slow I get impatient and grate out, “Just fucking spit on it and fuck me!” Fire licks through my veins in both anger and lust.

  With his eyes still locked on where we are touching, he retorts, "Nah baby, I want your sweet juices covering my dick." His eyes are scrunched in concentration, and when his member is lathered from base to tip, he slowly sinks into my waiting channel. My pussy stretches around his girth and by the time he bottoms out, I'm a withering mess. Propping himself up on his forearms, he lays his forehead against mine and lets out a breath. "You’re so fucking tight wrapped around me like a vice grip."

  "Shut up and fuck me, papi!" I love his Spanish accent, but fuck I need to get off. On that note, I wrap my legs around his waist and give him a squeeze to spur him on. His hips finally start to move in a slow pistoning motion. With every in and out motion, he slides across that soft spot where all my nerves are hidden. I mewl into his mouth, and after so many ministrations, I start to become frenzied and blurt out, "Harder and faster! Stop teasing me!" To show I mean it, I draw his lip in between my teeth and bite. The taste of iron burst on my tongue, and when I release it, I see the blood start to pool.

  Flicking his tongue out, Jaime licks the droplet away and then looks to me in shock. I can't help but smirk at him. Serves him right for teas— "Ohhh fuck yes!!" Jaime’s crooked smile is the only thing I see as I open my eyes. His pelvis slams into mine with such a force it’s making the whole bed shake. His intensity is sudden and unexpected, but fuck, I’m not complaining. Instead, I moan encouragements, egging him on to fuck me harder.

  My
orgasm that he kept hanging in front of me is now within grasping reach, so not knowing if he is going to stop again, I roll us so that I’m on top and I start riding him like a fucking cowgirl. In this position, his dick goes even deeper and bumps against my cervix every time I slam myself down. Swiveling my hips with each downward thrust, I bring that orgasm I've been chasing closer and closer. Throwing my head back, I let my wavy turquoise hair cascade down my back, and I reach up to tweak my nipples.

  Pleasure shoots down my body, straight to my core with each pinch and with a final twist, I finally explode. A scream rips from me, and I nearly black out from the fucking euphoria. Below me, Jaime is still pumping his hips which only prolongs my orgasm, and just as he starts to lose rhythm, he reaches down and starts to strum my swollen clit. I can't even recover from my first orgasm before another one quickly climbs and detonates. My pussy is clenching around his cock, and as my second orgasm peaks, he lets out a roar.

  Jaime stills beneath me and grips my hips with such strength; his nails bite into my skin. Collapsing onto his chest, I get lost in the combination of our erratically beating hearts, our deep inhalations, and the twitching of his dick as it empties its contents into my channel. I'm not sure how long we laid like this, but eventually, my breathing slows, and my heart is beating at its normal pace. Jaime’s fingers lazily run up and down my back, drawing swirls and small circles. Planting a small kiss on his chest, I lift myself off of him and roll to the side of the bed.

  My legs shake as I stand from the bed, but I fight the urge to stay laying in bed. My body is sticky from our sexual escapade, and after dancing at the party, a shower is much needed. To make matters worse, as I make my way to the bathroom, fluid mixed with his seed and my juices slowly starts to make its way down my thigh. I stop in the doorway and look over my shoulder to where Jaime is laying to find him staring at me with hooded eyes. Calling out to him, "You can join me if you want." Not waiting for his reply, I saunter over to the shower and turn it on.

  When the water a nearly scalding, I step in and let the almost lava-like water flow over me. The sound of Jaime sucking in a breath catches my attention and makes me turn. Standing just outside the reach of the water, he stands with his toes curled and leaning away from the spray. "Fuck, how can you stand that! It’s like fuego!" I can't help but laugh at him and the way he is acting. Making matters worse, I splash him causing him to jump back to avoid getting burned.

  He scowls at me and turns to leave, but instead, I give in and turn the heat down. "There, I cooled it off for ya, papi, now come in here and wash me."

  "You're the devil woman; I don't know how you do it. Now hand me the rag, let me clean that pretty ass of yours."

  During the shower, we fucked twice and had to rewash ourselves all over again. When the water got cold, we migrated back to the bed and continued our escapades all night long. We didn't slow down and get ready for sleep until the sun started peaking over the horizon, and by then, we were just as dirty as before the shower. With more cum running down my thigh, I scoot into Jaime’s arms and throw a blanket over us. Wrapping an arm around me, Jaime leans down and kisses me slowly one last time. When we separate, he whispers, "Good night mi amor, get some sleep."

  Chapter Eleven

  It's been a week since Jaime’s confession, and I'm still reeling. I find myself no longer keeping him at arm’s distance; instead, I'm pulling him closer. Frank is no longer as standoffish with him, and Godfrey broke the silence between them. I guess they were waiting for some kind of sign he wasn't playing me this whole time. Not only have my relationships improved, but I've also practically gained a new mother overnight. Luciana has called me every day just to see how I'm doing; our conversations range from short general check-in to nearly two hours long. Let me not forget Bella, Jaime's cousin. She's been texting me like crazy, and from her last text, I've been invited to her baby shower. I have never been to one of those.

  Everything that has been going on is like a whirlwind. Frank, Joe, Viktor, and Godfrey don't have any family to share with me. So being able to share this with Jaime is more than I even imagined. The only family I have is Octavia and the guys, but it's nothing like having a mother figure. Even with all the changes, I don't think I've been this happy since prior to . . . well, prior to Dominik’s death.

  Aside from that, Octavia is back at her house now instead of being stuck in the hospital. She is undergoing two types of therapy to help her get back to her regular self, and I hired a nurse to care for her twenty-four seven. Everything is finally looking up so with a positive disposition, I arrive at Sub Rosa early and start working on the things that need my attention. Like the overflowing stack of papers that now crowd my desk. You would think that the mafia would be paperless to prevent leaving a paper trail. But it's totally opposite. I have receipts for everything, detailed reports of incidents that happened in the club, and a flow of requests from not only the staff but from civilians asking from some kind of job to be completed. This would be so much easier for me if I had a secretary, but after what Neal did . . . It's just too hard to trust anyone these days.

  I'm nearly done with inputting the last job request when someone knocks on my office door. I quickly glance over to the security monitors that are to the left and notice it’s David. "Come in!"

  "Boss, I got a Michael Diaz on the line, he claims he is part of that gang that we have had our eyes on. From what I’ve gathered, they are in charge of the upper midwest states that border us. He claims his boss is demanding a meeting with you."

  Slowly setting my tumbler down, I lean back in my chair and stretch. As I relax, I spot a pile of papers that I forgot all about. Shaking my head, I focus back on David and reply, "I have too much shit to deal with right now, I don't have time for politics. Tell him he is going to have to wait until next week or something.” Nodding in understanding, he leaves the office and closes the door behind him.

  Returning my attention back to the paper in front of me, I start flipping through it and try to make sense of it all. I don't know how Dominik functioned with how disorganized everything is. I've been going through this office for weeks trying to get everything organized. I think I may have a tad bit of OCD because I’ve organized his book collection in alphabetical order according to the author's last name, the desk drawers are color-coded and alphabetized, and now, there is a digital copy of every document stored on a secure memory drive. The benefits of being in a relationship with a tech-savvy guy. At the thought of Godfrey, I pull out my phone and shoot a message to him to follow up on his current task.

  S: Hey babe, any update on Neal?

  G: I keep getting hits off the facial recognition system, but every time one of my guys gets there, he is gone.

  S: wtf. How is that even possible? It’s like he is playing cat and mouse with us.

  G: I think I may hack my crew’s phones. I feel as if we have a snitch in our midst.

  S: Do what you have to, I want them all out.

  The thought of having a possible mole in our inner workings sends my blood pressure through the roof. I haven't had an opportunity to hold a meeting with my capos yet, so some of them don't even know who killed Dominik or that he is even dead. I need to get that rectified soon. Going back to my messages, I pull up Frank’s thread and start to type a message to him.

  Right before I hit send, a knock sounds on the door. Not bothering to look up, I yell, "Come in!"

  To my surprise, it's not who I assumed it would be. Instead, it's a brute looking man walks in with a pissed off David who has a gun digging into the back of his head. With a shove, David stumbles across the floor and catches himself before he falls. The asshole who barged into my office swings his gun back and forth between David and me. "If either one of ya moves, I’ma fuckin shoot! Tu me entiende!"

  Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh and slowly stand from my desk. "I assume you must be Michael."

  "My name is nothing to you. I asked for a meeting, and you rudely declined it. So here I am,
taking the time I want."

  "Well since you waltzed into my office unannounced, I guess you can sit your fat ass down. I have important shit to do, and dealing with you is not one of them." Scowling at my crude comment, he crosses his arms and stays in the doorway. Waving him off, I return to my seat and pull my phone back out. Swiping over to the group message, I send them an alert to come to my office ASAP. "I suggest you either sit down and have this conversation that you couldn’t possibly wait for or fucking leave." From the monitors on the wall, I can see my guards rushing up the stairs to get to here.

  Snarling at me, the dickwad waves the gun in the air and barks his response. “Ha! I’m the one with the fucking gun, you bitch! Your pathetic guard didn't even have his! So, how about you shut up and listen to what I have to say!" With his gun still in the air, I hide my smirk as one of my guards sneaks up behind him and slams the butt of his gun into the back of dickwad’s head. As his weightless body tumbles to the floor, I can't help but smirk. Night-night bitch!

  The guards move quickly to secure the gun and cuff the blob on the floor. David ignores them and walks over to me with his fingers flying over his phone. Reaching my desk, he shoves the device into his pocket and lets out a breath. "I’m sorry, Selene, I should have been better prepared. I left my gun in my coat, and he got me while I was coming out of the bathroom. I'll take whatever punishment you deem fit. I already sent a message to Frank and let him know your status."

  Propping my elbows on the arms of my chair, I interlock my hands and rest my index fingers against my lips. Now that the immediate threat is neutralized, the cause and effects play back in my mind. When the doors are unlocked, there are always two guards up front, and one in the back. Inside, there should be three scattered around the first floor, and five spread out on the second and third floor at a minimum. Everyone should be armed and wearing their earpieces. No, this isn't all on David. The blame falls on the entire crew. My anger is rapidly reaching the maximum of what I can tolerate before I raise holy fucking hell.