Mafias Embrace (Lethal Beauty & Smoking Steel Book 2)

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by Darcy Ray


  Hot cum ejects from Viktor’s cock and lands inside and around my mouth. Swallowing whatever made it inside, I start to lick the rest away, but Joe brings me closer and licks the cum away for me. Flicking my tongue out, I do the same for him and swallow it all away. Pulling away from them, I look over my shoulder to Jaime who is plunging in and out of me out of rhythm with Joe, so I'm having a hard time reaching the orgasm that is hanging right in front of me. Squeezing my muscles, I pull a hiss from both Jaime and Joe. Next thing I know, Joe is fucking me harder and then they get into sync.

  My orgasm comes crashing into me and makes everything around me explode. White spots flash in front of my vision, and with both of them still fucking me, it only drags out the euphoric feeling. Joe starts to falter and with three more thrusts, he comes, filling my greedy pussy with his seed. Reaching under me, Jaime runs his fingers over my clit, which makes me twitch from having two orgasms back to back. But he doesn’t stop, no, he strums my clit while he continues to fuck my stretched hole.

  Another orgasm starts to build inside of me, but I know I can’t reach it, I’m so fatigued, and two is enough, so I start to shake my head. "Fuck, papi, I can’t, I can’t have another one."

  "Yes you can, I can feel you tightening your little ass around my dick. Give me one more, Selene, and then I'll let you rest." Jaime’s pleas for another one seems out of this fucking world, but as he continues to stimulate my clit, I feel the bomb inside of me growing. Joe pushes me up so he can get to my breast and then takes one into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on my pebbled nub. With his dick still semihard and nestled in my pussy, I clench around it which causes him to bite my nipple, and at the same time, Jaime pinches my clit. The dual stimulation does it for me, and once again, I explode.

  Jaime spills his seed inside of me, allowing it to mix with Frank’s, and after his cum is done jetting out, he gently slides out of me. Collapsing down onto Joe, I take a deep breath and try to slow my heart. My body feels so deliciously used, and every channel is filled with the essence of my men. Nestling deeper into Joe’s embrace, I call out to all my men. "I love you guys. Forever and always." As their “I love yous” sound back, I let the fatigue take over and pass out.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Bang.

  Bang.

  Bang.

  "What the fuck do you want?!" Frank’s groggy voice calls out to whoever fucking woke us. I try rolling over and blocking out the noise, but the door swings open showing Viktor who is pulling on a shirt. Reaching out, I grab my phone and check the time. Shit, it's way too early for all this.

  "There was a break-in at the compound, and the dogs got the intruder. We need to get down there to handle the shit." Groaning in frustration, I throw off my blanket and pull on my jeans from earlier. Skipping the bra, I pull on one of Frank's tees and toss Frank his jeans so he can get dressed as well. As I push past Viktor to get to the bathroom, I give him a chaste kiss and then straighten myself up, so I don’t look like I just got out of bed.

  With my hair in a bun, I turn to toward Frank who is sliding a shirt on and inwardly sigh in disappointment as his lickable abs disappear. Geez, I just had three orgasms, and I'm already ready for more—such a fucking horny bitch. Shaking my head at my inner monologue, I head to the fridge and pull out my favorite energy drink. I need fucking wings, and one sixteen-ounce can will do it. Sitting at the table, pop the top and start to gulp my drink down. One by one, Viktor, Jaime, Frank, and Joe emerge from their rooms.

  We are about to head out the front door when it creeps open revealing Godfrey, who has soot lines on his face. His eyes rise in surprise to see us all awake and dressed, but Viktor fills him in on our situation. Nodding his head, he walks over to me and wraps me in a tight embrace. The second I bury my face into his chest, I get overwhelmed with the smell of smoke. Pulling back, I look up to him with a questioning gaze and say, "I take it you found his home and burned it down?"

  "I did. He had poor security, and everyone who was inside was sleeping. However, the imbecile was nowhere to be found, so I placed cameras to give me a live feed of his estate. I'm sure he will be coming back, and if I can get his tag or car description, I can hunt him down."

  "You did a perfect job then, my love. Now, go get showered and rest. We will handle this tonight." Pulling him down, I give him a goodnight kiss and then walk out the door with the rest of my guys in tow. With it being so early in the morning, no one is wandering around or driving, so we make to the compound pretty quickly. As the gates start to pull apart, we are presented with a group of guards and their dogs surrounding who I presume is the intruder. Parking a few feet away, I hop out and approach the scene.

  As the guards part, I notice the snarling rottweilers, Cujo and Roscoe, snap their teeth at a petite woman who is sitting on her knees. Huh, not what I expected. With my arms crossed over my chest, I start my interrogation. "Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing?"

  The woman flicks her eyes over to me and sneers. "Go fuck yourself!" Being the dumb cunt that she is, she hocks a loogie and nearly hits me. As soon as the spit leaves her mouth, one of the guards smacks her in the face with the butt of his automatic rifle, which makes the intruder fall to the ground.

  "Did anyone search her? Did she not have an ID or a phone?" The guards all look to each other and come up with nothing. Muttering to myself how useless these fuckers are, I stomp over to where the bitch lays and pat her down. I end up finding a phone, flashlight, pocket knife, and a small handgun. With everything I pull from her pockets, the more I get pissed. What the fuck are we paying these people for? With her gun in hand, I jump to my feet and open fire at the closest person. The guard who was hit drops to the ground and everyone starts to shout. Aiming at the sky, I fire again, which causes everyone to quiet. "Do you see this fucking gun? This was on her! You did not do your job! She could have killed you all or worse, ME! Everyone here is on three-month probation and must be retrained. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!"

  I’m shaking with anger as they all drop their heads in shame. Turning back to the intruder, I spot her on her hands and knees, trying to get away. Stomping over to the guard who holds Cujo’s and Rosco’s leashes, I yank them from him and set the dogs free. With two simple words, they are off. "Get her." The two specially-trained dogs bound from their spots and tackle the woman to the ground. Screams fill the night along with the sound of growls coming from my beasts. The guards all look uneasy on as they start to shuffle from one foot to another, but my guys and I are all smiling like fucking fiends.

  While the dogs continue their carnage, I pick up the bitch’s phone and open it up. Fuck, facial recognition is needed. Hmm, let's hope the dogs didn’t completely destroy her face. I wait until the screaming stops to call the dogs back, and as they walk away, I see the mangled state she is now in. Blood is pooled all over the dirt, and pieces of flesh litter the ground. With my luck, her face isn't that fucked-up, so I squat down, aim the phone at her and wait for it to unlock. Once I gain access, I stand up and start to dig for information.

  Letting my guys handle the rest, I make my way over to the SUV. Not long after, they climb in, and I give them the low down. "The cunt’s name was Nikki, and she was from Colorado. Her recent calls are all to the same person so we will have Godfrey track who it is. According to her text messages, she was here to gain intel on what we had and to destroy whatever she could. My name is mentioned in a couple of the messages, but they seem to be focused on the fact that I’m with Frank and she was pretty much butt hurt about the whole situation." My eyes flick over to Frank to find him with a blank expression. Arching a brow, I wait for his response.

  Letting out a sigh of frustration, Frank breaks and spills his secret. "She was one of my frequent fucks a couple of years ago, but she started to get too attached, so I cut her loose. That is all there is to tell." With a shrug, he turns back to the road and drives us back to our apartment. I don't say anything about Frank’s confession, and neither do the guys. But as we
all settle in for the night once again, I start to make my way to Joe’s room when Frank grabs my arm and stops me. "You're sleeping with me. Don’t let a dead bitch who is part of my past get between us."

  Scrunching my face, I try to deny that I was letting his past bother me, but I can't lie to myself. "You're right, I'm sorry. Jealousy was rearing her ugly face. But don't worry, I knocked the bitch down."

  "Good, now come on, we got an early morning, so a few more hours of sleep is needed." With a smack on my ass, he leads me to his room where we strip back down to nothing and climb into bed. With both of us in our spooning positions, Frank wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. As I start to wiggle to get closer, his dick starts to harden and begins to press against my back.

  Rolling over onto my back, I look over to Frank, who is gazing down at me with a spark in his eyes. Reaching up, I start to trace the hard lines of his cheek and run my fingers through his recently trimmed beard. "I love you, Frank.'' My declaration may only be a whisper, but those four words are a shout from my soul and a declaration of my commitment.

  Leaning over, Frank hovers just above my face, our lips nearly brushing each other and our breath mixing together. The smile on his face is one like I have never seen before—a deep-set dimple and a slight blush pinkening his cheeks. Finally, after what seems like forever, he utters a reply, "My queen, I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I plan to love you until the end of time." With Frank’s deep baritone voice, his words came out almost like a growl.

  His kisses are slow yet precise, full of passion, and gentle. He doesn't try to dominate me or bite my lips; instead, he lavishes me in sweet kisses, leaving trails of his love everywhere he goes. Working from my mouth, he heads to my jaw and then down to my collarbone. As he nips at my collarbone, he trails his hand down my stomach, over my mound and begins to trace the seam of my pussy.

  I spread my legs to invite him to continue, but instead of slipping inside of my greedy channel, he proceeds to stroke my skin with a feather-like touch. Moving down to my chest, he traces the outside of my areola but ignores my nipples which are begging for attention and then continues down my stomach. When he reaches my hips, he nips my pale skin from one side to another, leaving small red marks in his wake. By now, I’m panting with desire; my core is quivering with the need to be filled, and wetness pools between my legs.

  As he starts to move closer to my core, I hold my breath in anticipation. The thought of having his talented tongue working my clit is all I can think about, and it’s nearly driving me crazy. He reaches the top of my slit and stills, but to my dismay, he veers to the side and begins kissing all around where I need him. I nearly scream in frustration, but I know he wants to take this slow and make it more than just a fuck. Frank is never slow like this, usually the one to just take what he wants, so for him to show my body appreciation like this is a rare treasure that I don't want to ruin.

  I’m nearly blue with anticipation by the time he hovers over my slit. Darting his tongue out, he separates my folds and hums in satisfaction as he laps at the juices that are waiting for him. Kneeling between my legs, he tosses my legs over his shoulders and begins to devour me. Each flick of his tongue brings moans, whimpers, and cries of pleasure out of me, and after only a few seconds of his sweet pleasure, I orgasm. The blissful O relaxes my body and fills me with endorphins, making my channel overflow with sweet nectar.

  Leaning up, Frank licks away my juices that cover his mouth and then rises, so his dick is lined up with my entrance. Lifting my head, I watch with fascination as he grasps his dick and begins to push inside of me. The way my channel stretches to accommodate his thick dick is something to marvel over, and once he is completely seated, he throws his head back, letting out a string of curses. “Fuck Selene, your pussy is so fucking tight and so fucking perfect. I swear it's made just for me." Leaning down, he braces himself with his arms on either side of me and begins to pump into me at a leisurely pace.

  We both get lost in each other, and with every change in position, the ball deep inside of me expands. Not able to hold off anymore, I push Frank to his back and ride him. My hips undulate in an exquisite motion, bringing me closer the orgasm that has been lingering in front of me. With each movement, I climb, nearing the edge, but I just can't reach it. With my whimper of frustration, Frank places his thumb over my swollen clit and begins to strum. My channel clenches around his shaft like a vice grip, and with a grunt, Frank begins to thrust, slamming out pelvises together. The slow lovemaking is thrown out the window as we both chase our release. My movements start to falter as I feel the impending explosion, and with a pinch to my clit, I surrender to bliss.

  Frank moves his hands to my hips and grips them to steady me as he continues to pump into me. Each thrust prolongs my euphoric state, and with a grunt, he spurts inside of me—scorching my channel with his seed. With his release of my hips, I collapse on top of him and pant from exertion. Below me, Frank’s abs quiver and his breath hitches. Pulling out of my sore channel, he slides to the side and rolls to his nightstand.

  Flopping on my back, I throw my arm over my face and steady my breathing, but as Frank rolls back over to me, he removes my arm and smiles down at me. His grin is like a kid in a candy store and like he is totally up to something. Pushing myself up, I lean on my elbows and question him. "What's got you all giddy?"

  Instead of answering me, Frank rises to his knees and pulls his hands from behind his back. I freeze as I see the black velvet box that is cradled in his hands. Sitting up the rest of the way, I stare at the box, scared of what this could mean. I don't want to overthink this; it can be anything. Frank reaches out, takes my left hand which is clammier than a freaking clam, and places a chaste kiss on my knuckles. With a deep breath, he breaks the silence. "Selene, I love you more than life, and I truly want to spend forever with you. I talked it over with the guys, and they support this completely. So, will you, Selene Romanov, marry me?" A squeal escapes me as I nearly tackle him and knock him back into the bed.

  "Are you serious? You want to marry me? Like forever?"

  "Forever Selene, I'm not going anywhere."

  With tears running down my face, I say what my heart is already screaming. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" Opening the box, I see a brilliant princess cut diamond on a diamond-encrusted silver band and squeal once again. My hand is shaking so bad, Frank has to still me as he slides the engagement ring on my finger and as soon as it slides into place, I tackle Frank once again, making sure to wrap him in my arms and plan never to let go.

  Chapter Eighteen

  I can't stop staring at the glistening stone on my finger. Never in a million years did I ever think I would ever get engaged, let alone married. So waking up and seeing that it wasn't a dream made me forget the fact I only slept for a total of maybe three hours. As much as I would like to sleep in, I have to meet Doris to ask her who Jelena is and why the girl in the picture looks like me. After a quick shower, I creep out of the house and make my way to the parking garage.

  I'm not even two minutes into my trip when my phone starts to vibrate in the center console. The name on the caller ID makes me roll my eyes, and as much as I don't want to answer, I do. "Hello Devoy, what do I owe the pleasure?"

  "Ms. Selene, I hope all is well with you."

  "Hmm, things are perfectly peachy, now what can I do for you?"

  Sighing, he says, "Always cutting the niceties short. There was a house fire last night, do you happen to know anything about it?"

  "Now why would I know anything about it? I'm not into fire play if that's what you're getting at Mr. Devoy." My sarcasm is so thick, I can hear Devoy choking on it.

  "Right, well the owner of the house is pretty adamant you're the cause, said you are probably upset with a business deal?"

  "Look, Devoy, I know you're just doing your job, but I have shit to do. So if you want to continue getting paid, I advise you drop this conversation and push the file in
a dark and dusty place."

  “As much as I would like to do that, I have my higher-ups breathing down my neck at the increase of gang activity and violence. I want it to be known, Selene, that when Dominik was alive, things like this didn't happen. He had things under control. So why don't you take a lesson from his old ways?”

  “Or what, Devoy? You can't do anything to me, and you know it. I own you!”

  “You don't own me, Selene. I worked with Dominik because it was beneficial for both of us, now it's not. So take this as your final warning.”

  With the call ended, I dial my lawyer and give him a quick recap of the conversation. He let me go so he can get a head start on putting a lid on the events and drawing up whatever documents he may need to keep Devoy quiet. Not wanting to leave my guys in the dark, I send them a text with the same information.

  By the time I pull up to the diner, my nerves are on the fritz, from not only Devoy’s call but what Doris has to tell me. I know I'm not their child and I have no relation, but still, I considered Dominik as my father, so knowing he had a secret like this blows. Blowing out a breath, I reach over and grab the envelope that holds the picture and a clipping from the newspaper, along with the cemetery information for Jelena's grave. As I slide out of my truck, I'm blinded by the glaring sun, which is a constant reminder that summer is fast approaching. Using my hand as a visor, I head into the diner to get this over with.

  Walking through the door causes the chime to sound, announcing the presence of another customer, but instead of listening to the sign that says please wait to be seated, I glide through the tables and come to a stop where Doris is sitting. Dressed in a red plaid top and jeans, sits the woman who Dominik loved. With her face buried in her hands, I doubt she noticed my approach, so I just slide in the booth and say, "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."

 

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