Mafia Casanova

by Robinson, M.

  I needed Romeo like I needed my next breath.

  My next beat of my heart.

  My next…

  My next…

  My next…

  I’d always needed him.

  Wanted him.

  Craved him obsessively.

  I pondered in that moment how I’d actually survived this man until his calloused fingertips burned into my skin. His full lips parted.

  I knew I was about to become fully lost in Romeo Sinacore, praying nobody would find me, or there’d be a way out.

  With one last piercing look, he devoured my mouth; he stole my soul.

  He put my heart back together.

  We became reborn through the flick of his tongue.

  Through the deepening of the kiss.

  Thought his hands near my breasts.

  Touching me.

  Tugging at my shirt and bra.

  Tossing them to the floor.

  Leaving me topless and exposed.

  Groaning, he trailed kiss after kiss down my jaw, my neck, until his lips rested in reverence against my chest. Could he hear how fast my heart was beating?

  For him?

  Always and only for him.

  Over and over again in a cadence so violent that it was painful.

  Overwhelming.

  Mind-blowing.

  He was barely touching my body, and I was already wet for him.

  Swiftly, he slid me off his lap and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His purposeful steps took us down the hall, bumping into the walls as our tongues tangled with each other. Not able to get enough of one another. One hand gripped my hair and pulled while the other kept me pressed against his length.

  His girth.

  His cock.

  The heat of his erection was almost my undoing, and I moved my body greedily up and down against the steel of him.

  I needed him.

  Now.

  I couldn’t wait, feeling as though I was already bursting for him

  He chuckled against my mouth, stumbling into the bedroom while, like a woman possessed, I continued to move against him.

  “So greedy,” he laughed, gently laying me down on the bed.

  I reached for him, only to have him pull away; his smirk was going to be my kryptonite. He slowly, provocatively undid the buttons of his shirt.

  I nearly yelled when he hesitated at the last one, his eyes filled with humor that I wanted to strangle him for, prolonging what we both had been waiting for.

  Eager.

  Ready.

  To get on with it.

  My body tensed, thighs clenched as an almost painful throb pulsed between my legs.

  With a whimper, I watched the shirt float to the floor. His hands moved to his belt and then the button on his slacks.

  Our tongues tangled with one another as he flicked open the front of his trousers.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

  He was beautiful.

  Dangerous.

  Wicked.

  Mine.

  All mine.

  “Do you remember the night before your wedding?” His husky voice washed over me like worship.

  Holy.

  Everything.

  “Do you?” he pressed.

  I nodded, unable to look anywhere but his full lips, the dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Yes.”

  “This time, I’m going to take you slow, Eden. I’m going to bury myself so far inside you that you see nothing but heaven. Every part of me was made for you. Owned by you. I’m going to make love to you for the first time in my life. It’s only ever been you, Red.” His pants fell to the floor, the rest of his clothes followed, discarded as he made his way onto the bed, the heat of his body nearly singeing me with each predatory movement. “Say my name.”

  “Wh-what?”

  “My name. I want it on your lips. I want it to be the only thing you scream when you nearly blackout from my dick. I need to hear it, I need it, Eden, I can’t—” Part of his control cracked when his mouth crashed into mine, only to pull back. “I can’t be without you. Not now. Not ever. I can’t—”

  “Romeo,” I tasted his name on my lips; it was sweeter than any wine, any kiss.

  Any moment in time.

  We were poetry.

  We were music lyrics.

  We were a happily ever after, not a to be continued.

  “I’ve only ever been yours. I just need you to keep me this time.”

  His eyes flashed. “Never again, Eden. I’ll burn the entire world and send it to Hell before anyone else touches you. You’re fucking mine!”

  A fierce expression of yearning crossed his face, his features as his erection bumped against my thighs.

  I gripped him, needing to touch him, compelled by him. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

  This Casanova.

  This man who dealt in seduction and secrets was succumbing.

  Succumbing.

  To me.

  CHAPTER FORTY

  “Wisdom is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two.”—John Cheever

  Eden

  His muscles flexed, jaw clenched. I stroked him up and down, loving the feeling of the velvety smooth skin, of how hard he was for me, how ready.

  “Eden.” He shook his head. “I promised slow…”

  “I don’t need slow.” I fused my mouth to his in a fast hard kiss and then pulled back. “Fuck me, Romeo.”

  His eyes snapped open. “What?”

  “Fuck me. Love me. Own me. Just take me before I grab the knife you always carry in your pants and slit your throat with it.”

  His lips curled into a smug smile. “My girl just got violent.”

  I gripped his ass with both hands. “Now.”

  “Yes.” His hands tore at my leggings; before I knew what was happening, I was completely naked, my hot skin fusing to his as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.

  Long.

  Hard.

  My hands fisted the sheets, his hand came down pressing me into the mattress. He continued to suck, his tongue swirling around my nipple, his body molded to mine.

  Made for each other.

  Soul mates.

  Two people becoming one.

  Tears rimmed in my eyes; my nerves stretched to their limit.

  To the max.

  I was feeling too much.

  A frenzy took over; heat flooded my core.

  His hands spread my thighs open, and then he was gone, his tongue sucking me off, fucking me with his mouth, showing me everything Tristian never did.

  His fingers followed, massaging my swollen clit. He gripped my thighs again, his mouth never leaving as he draped my legs over his shoulders, jerking me down the bed.

  I let out a scream, squeezing his head with my legs.

  Hard.

  Fast.

  I couldn’t control it.

  He was barely down there for a minute until he had me screaming out his name.

  Loud.

  Proud.

  Panting.

  I orgasmed with his lips still around my clit. His fingers found that sweet spot inside of my core.

  And I fell apart.

  Over and over.

  Again and again.

  I tried to stop him, I’d had enough, but he wasn’t having it. He gripped onto my thighs and made me come all over again.

  I was dizzy.

  Dazed.

  Happy.

  Drunk on love.

  On him.

  One leg was brought down, and he was there, teasing my entrance, making me want to strangle him.

  “Romeo,” I said through clenched teeth.

  “Just making sure you could still talk,” he teased. “I’ll know you’re spent when you can’t even scream my name anymore.” He inched further into me, my mouth parted on a scream. “God, I hope your voice is hoarse tomorrow, so every time you say my name, I’m reminded that
you spent half the night screaming it while I fucked you, claimed you. Made love to you.”

  “Romeo, I need you—”

  He filled me to the hilt. I was so full I wanted to stay still, just lay there and feel our bodies pulse in sync with each other. He pulled out only to drive back in. I was already on the edge of falling, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he followed. He started a rhythm that had me very much screaming his name.

  Moaning.

  Groaning.

  Scratching.

  Thrusting.

  Harder and harder.

  Faster and faster.

  We came together.

  I finally announced to the world who owned me.

  Who would always own me.

  Romeo Sinacore.

  Assassin.

  Made man.

  Father of my boy.

  Most importantly…

  Mine.

  Finally, all damn mine.

  Romeo

  I’d spent the better part of my life using my body to gain secrets. While most made men had their weapon of choice, I used my brain and my cock, never once thinking twice about what I was doing, only focusing on one thing.

  The information.

  And keeping everyone I loved safe.

  Suffice to say, the first time I’d had sex with Eden, it wasn’t making love; it was angry fucking, it was hello, and at the end, it was a hellish goodbye that damn near broke me in half.

  I’d thought I’d been given a taste back then, however small and angry, I’d had her in my arms, I’d taken her virginity. I’d claimed her with my body even when my heart screamed for me to leave her alone.

  “Romeo.” Eden was stretched out beneath me, her red hair splayed out across the white sheets, her lips parted, sexy uncontrollable moans escaping past her swollen lips.

  I’d caused that.

  I moved again, realizing that for the first time in my fucking life, I was taking my time; I wasn’t calculating how I was going to slit her throat when we were finished.

  If anything, I wanted this moment to last forever.

  The feel of her heat tightening around my dick, sucking me dry, had to be one of the best feelings in the universe.

  I used to ignore the women I slept with.

  With Eden, I couldn’t help but want to remember every tiny little thing, the way her fingers dug into my back, the way she clawed, moaned, panted.

  I gripped her leg and pulled completely out of her, only to sink back home.

  “I don’t want this to end,” I whispered in reverence as we locked eyes. The world felt small then.

  Only two people existed.

  Me and her.

  Our pleasure.

  The joining of our bodies.

  Minds.

  Souls.

  “Promise me.” I clenched my teeth, trying to keep my orgasm at bay. “Promise.”

  A tear slid down Eden’s’ cheek, colliding with the silk sheets below her. “Keep doing that, and I’ll promise you anything.”

  I barked out a laugh that quickly turned into a growl when her heels dug behind me, pulling me against her so tight that I saw stars. “Promise me forever.”

  Her back arched up off the bed; I took full advantage, jerking her against me as my hips moved wildly, in perfect sync with her lush body.

  I took my pleasure and gave Eden hers.

  “Forever.” She bit down on her lower lip then squeezed her eyes shut like it was too much, only to open them and say in a hoarse voice, “Forever in your arms. Forever in your life. Forever yours. I’ve never been anyone else’s.”

  “Then let go.” Our foreheads touched. “And let me catch you.”

  She screamed my name, and my hips rolled one last time. Both of us lost complete control.

  Both of us marked each other.

  This was the third, fourth, maybe fifth… fuck, I lost track of how many times I already made love to her this night.

  I wasn’t done.

  Nowhere near finished.

  I was only getting started.

  I planned to keep her in this bed for the rest of the week, making up for lost time, thrusting my seed so far into her that she’d give me another baby.

  I wanted that more than anything.

  This time we’d do it right.

  Besides, Naz needed a sibling.

  I shook my head, shoving the memories of Tristian out of my head.

  “Don’t,” Eden ordered, reading my mind. “Don’t let him ruin us when we’ve just begun. He’s not worth it.”

  “I loved him. He was my brother.”

  “Who turned into your enemy.”

  “That’s the hardest pill to swallow.”

  I pressed a hungry kiss to her neck, my teeth grazing her soft skin like they wanted to bite down, mark her on the outside as well as the inside.

  “I love you. I love you. I love you.” I meant it, kissing her deeply, our kiss slow, both of us still panting.

  Eden smiled up at me, and it was like looking directly at Heaven, at the sun, at the beauty of the world.

  I was lost.

  And then found.

  Broken but not forgotten.

  A sinner.

  She was a saint.

  My angel.

  The good to my bad.

  Her eyes filled with tears. “Romeo, do you love me?”

  “I’ll say it until you believe it, and then I’ll say it again and again, so you feel it. I love you. You’re mine, Eden. Mine.” I stared deep into her eyes.

  “And all I’ve ever wanted… was to be yours too.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  “I love the way your foul little mind works.”—Jafar

  Romeo

  Now: Six months later…

  “I hate school.” Naz had been repeating that same mantra all through dinner, though strangely enough, he’d always loved school. And now he was repeating it after brushing his teeth, mumbling it under his breath while he got on his Batman PJs.

  Frowning, I went into the bedroom I shared with Eden.

  Ours.

  Home.

  We’d moved out of her old house soon after we came together. I sold my penthouse and decided to buy a house outside the city.

  Years ago, I would have said the quiet suburbs were my worst nightmare.

  Now, I found that I preferred the quiet; I preferred this family, this family that was real, which was mine.

  Eden was in the bathroom, wearing black silk shorts and a tank that left little to the imagination when she wasn’t wearing the short silk bathrobe around her little body.

  My body.

  “Is he still saying he hates school?” She rubbed some moisturizer around her gorgeous face; her worried eyes met mine through the mirror.

  I tugged her back against me.

  The three-karat princess cut diamond shimmered on her left hand as she grabbed my arms and laid her head back against my shoulder, leaning into me, relying on me.

  I would never get tired of it.

  The way she looked at me as if I wasn’t a killer, but someone who did whatever it took to keep her and my son safe.

  Protected.

  Content.

  Happy.

  I was still an assassin for the family; I just didn’t sleep with women anymore to gain intel.

  “Yeah.” I kissed the top of her head. “He’ll talk about it when he’s ready. You know how he gets.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, he takes after someone else I know in talking to himself and kicking the ground until he’s worked through a problem.”

  I smirked. “Wow, this person must be a great role model.”

  “Yes, that’s exactly what I think when he wipes blood off the blade of his knife or cleans one of his many guns.”

  I smacked her on the ass, earning a yelp, and then she turned in my arms, and her mouth eagerly found mine.

  Damn, I was ready for her.

  So hard that I forgot our son was in the next room until “E
wwww gross!” sounded from behind us both.

  We slowly broke apart. Eden’s cheeks were red; I just winked and said, “And that’s how babies are made.”

  Eden smacked me in the stomach.

  Naz shook his head. “Babies poop themselves.” He crossed his arms. “Did you know that if you wake up a sleeping bat, it dies?”

  See? He loved school. It didn’t make sense.

  “Come here, little man.” I picked him up and carried him to our bed while Eden followed.

  I placed him between us and cocked my head to the side. “I’m worried. Can you help me out with something?”

  His eyes went wide. “I don’t want you to be worried.”

  “Okay then, so you can help?”

  He gave me a firm nod. His inky black hair was getting long. I threatened to cut it, Eden threatened to cut me off. It was near his shoulders.

  My cock was just as obsessed with her as I was.

  “You came home kind of upset today, and I can tell something’s on your mind. I think if you talk about it, you might feel better… It’s making me worried that there might be a bully at school I need to go take care of.”

  His lips pressed together before he let out a very dramatic sigh. “It was Dad’s Day at school.”

  My heart stopped in my chest. “And that made you hate school?”

  Tears filled Eden’s eyes as she watched our conversation; I knew it was killing her not to fix it, not to pull him into her arms and coddle him.

  “Well, my dad did bad things, sometimes he hurt Mom, and then he died, and I don’t have a dad, and Jude said that I only had a mama, and then he asked me if I was going to cry.”

  I was killing Jude later.

  Rage coursed through me.

  “Hey!” Naz glanced up at me with the brightest smile I’d ever seen. “I know how to fix it!”

  With guns and bloodshed? I was in. Fuck, I wasn’t going to survive if the little man decided to do sports; I would one hundred percent be the parent who got kicked out of the stands.

  “How?” I kept my voice calm when I was anything but. How dare anyone threaten my child.

  My blood.

  I was going to murder the little shit, and I didn’t feel bad about it.

  “Well, I mean, if it’s okay with you… Can you maybe be my daddy now? I know I call you Uncle Romeo, but you’re marrying Mama, which means you’re kind of marrying me, right? So maybe—”

  I crushed him into my chest with shaking hands while tears streamed down Eden’s cheeks. We’d decided to tell him I was his real dad before the wedding, but the timing just never seemed right.