Her Mafia Boss

by Bianca Cole

  She does as I say without a second of hesitation, turning to face me.

  “Open your mouth, Ciccino.” Darling, in Italian.

  She drops her jaw, opening wide and accepting my fingers covered in her juices. Her eyes flutter shut, and she hums around them, sucking them clean. I unzip my pants and her eyes shoot open, glancing down at my crotch instantly. The excitement and anticipation painted over her face only makes me harder.

  I stand, kicking my shoes off and pulling my pants down. Her eyes are fixed to my cock, bulging out of the fabric of my tight boxer briefs. There’s a thick, wet patch of precum at the front. She takes a step toward me, forgetting who is in charge here.

  I hold a hand up. “No moving unless I say so.” I hook my finger into the waistband of my boxers and pull them down, revealing myself to her.

  She gasps, placing a hand over her mouth. “Fuck, you’re huge.”

  I smirk at her, gripping the base of my shaft and stroking it from root to tip. “I want you to taste it,” I say, watching as her lips part and eyes dilate even more. “On your knees.”

  I don’t have to ask her twice, as she kneels before me, opening her mouth to accept me inside. My cock leaks precum onto her tongue, making me desperate to shove every inch down her throat. She waits patiently for my instruction, despite the eagerness in her eyes.

  “Wrap those lips around my cock, Ellie,” I groan, staring down at her bright blue eyes and perfect face.

  She does as I say, closing her lips around my shaft and swirling her tongue around the base of my throbbing, swollen head. I groan as it feels like fucking heaven. It’s been too long since I’ve truly desired a woman in this way—in fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted a woman the way I want Ellie.

  The moment I set eyes on her, I knew I had to have her. Even if she is a thief.

  It feels so fucking good as she breathes through her nose and takes me down her throat, saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth. I grab hold of her hair, wrapping it around my fist and fucking her throat hard, taking control entirely.

  She doesn’t hesitate or try to back off, focusing on her breathing. Thick precum spills down her throat, making me grunt. Tears prickle at the edges of her eyes as she takes every inch like a champ. She is clearly used to being in submissive positions. The thought of her sucking any other guy’s cock makes me crazy.

  I pull her from my dick, and she is panting. “Stand up and bend over the chair,” I groan, fisting myself in my hands.

  Her eyes dilate with longing as she does as I command. Her ass up high and ready for me. She spreads her legs wide, giving me a teasing view of her perfect little cunt.

  It’s clear that I’ve lost all control, which never happens to me. I was supposed to come in here and kill her. The guys outside are no doubt wondering what the fuck is going on.

  I step toward her and rub my swollen, precum coated crown in her juices. She’s so fucking wet. Ellie whimpers, arching her back even further toward me. “Please, fuck me,” she moans.

  It is like music to my ears. The words every Dom loves to hear from a sub, begging for cock. Normally, I can play on it longer and drag it out, making her beg me more. My control isn’t what it normally is. The need to be inside of her is out ruling the need to dominate her body.

  I grab hold of the bindings on the floor, tying each of her wrists to the arms of the chair. She moans as I tie them tightly. They will cut into her skin, but I get a feeling this girl loves the pain. She writhes against them, testing how tight they are. “Fuck,” she rasps, glancing back at me.

  “Eyes forward,” I command, stroking my length in my hand.

  She does as I say, trembling in front of me. I let my fingers tease over her quivering thighs, lightly. I smack her ass again five more times on each cheek, making them sting a perfect red color. Her noises are pure pleasure as she takes what I give her. “Please, Leo, fuck me,” she moans.

  Hearing her say my name snaps all my control, proving to me she knows exactly who I am. Without warning, I thrust every thick, throbbing inch inside of her with one stroke. Her soaking wet pussy stretches for me, so tight it’s ridiculous. She cries out, coming all over my cock the moment I’m inside of her.

  Her cunt feels like heaven wrapped around me, as tight as a fucking vice. Ellie responds to me like no other woman ever has. It makes me feel like a god, as I thrust in and out of her tight heat, feeling her muscles contract. She hums and moans, muttering something under her breath I can’t make out.

  My fingers tighten on her hips through the bunched-up fabric of her dress, clawing at her so tightly she’ll no doubt bruise.

  Good.

  I want to mark this woman, make sure any man that goes near her knows she’s claimed. It’s odd and possessive and so fucked up considering I’m supposed to kill her.

  My cock throbs as I sink deep inside of her, feeling her body respond. I pump harder and faster, taking her rough. A Dom should be in control, but I know I’m not.

  There’s something primal occurring between us, and it outweighs all logic and rules I abide by. Her body is mine to claim. My balls slap against her clit with every thrust. The clap of skin meeting is loud and unmistakable, filling the room and no doubt the corridor outside.

  Ellie’s muscles flutter and clamp harder around my length, drawing me in tightly. It’s as if I belong inside this woman. She moans deeply, bucking her hips despite being restrained.

  I can tell she’s on the edge of her fourth orgasm, writhing beneath me and shuddering. “Oh fuck,” she moans, trying to claw at something, but unable to because her hands are tied to the chair arms. I’m in control of her body and it feels right. “That’s it, you naughty fucking thief, come all over my cock,” I growl, slapping her ass three times on each cheek.

  It sends her over the edge and she comes hard, screaming. Maybe the guys outside will think I’m killing her from the sounds she’s making. I thrust twice more into her tight heat, before I explode deep inside of her, marking the little thief with my seed. She slumps against the chair, breathing hard and heavy.

  I pump into her again and again, making sure every drop is deep inside of her. Once I’m finished, I take a step back and admire the sight.

  Her ass is tinged a perfect deep red color and her pussy is dripping with my cum. It is perfection. The dominant alpha inside of me rises, wanting to go again and again, but I know questions will be asked if I spend the entire night fucking her in here.

  Instead, I force myself back into my pants, zipping the zipper up. Then I step toward her and slip her panties on, covering her beautiful red ass and soaking wet pussy. I pull her dress down, and then shift to stand in front of her. She gazes up at me with perfectly flushed cheeks, still tied to the chair.

  I smirk as I notice one of the ten thousand dollar wedges poking out of her bra cup. With one quick move, I find the other one and snatch them from it, chucking them on top of the mountain of cash on the desk. She looks disappointed, and it seems to snap her back to reality. The fear I’d seen earlier slowly creeping back into her eyes.

  I untie her and she whimpers. No doubt in pain from where the rope has cut into her wrists, leaving marks. She doesn’t even move to stand once untied, waiting for me to tell her what to do. Damn, this woman is perfect.

  I walk back around to stand behind her. “Stand and turn to me,” I command.

  She does as I say, standing and twisting around to face me with such elegance. Her bright blue eyes look more vibrant than before but full of fear.

  “Come here,” I say, beckoning for her to walk toward me.

  She does as I say, legs shaking as she steps closer. Once she’s within grasp, I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her tight to me. She gasps, glancing up at me in fear. “No one steals from the Romano Mafia,” I breathe, moving my lips closer to hers. “But, I can’t bring myself to harm you, so instead, I get to punish you like I did tonight as much as I like. Do you understand?”

  Her lips part and her ey
es flood with longing. A longing that makes my balls ache, again.

  She nods. “I understand, sir.”

  My cock swells hearing her call me sir. She is the perfect little submissive. I wrap my hand around her throat in a firm, but gentle hold, making her freeze. She needs to know I’m in control here.

  “Good, I expect to see you here every night from now on, or there will be trouble.” I press my lips to the base of her ear. “You don’t want to fuck with me,” I whisper.

  She shivers in my grasp, but doesn’t pull away.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Ellie.” I let go of her throat, and she takes a step back.

  “Yes, sir.” She gives me a swift nod, walking toward the door.

  My lips quirk into a smile at the way she falls into submission naturally. I turn to watch her as her hips sway deliciously, knowing my cum will drip out of her for hours. A reminder of what I did to her, so she won’t forget me.

  As she shuts the door and disappears from sight, reality kicks in. My brothers will kill me if they find out what I just did. Thieves who risk stealing from the Romano Mafia and get caught never live, so why the fuck did I just let her walk out of here?

  5

  Ellie

  Holy shit.

  I’m a quivering mess, as I stand at the sink in Mode’s bathroom. Did I just fuck Leo Romano, and then walk away as if I didn’t get caught trying to steal two-hundred thousand dollars from the guy?

  I blink a few times, staring at myself in the mirror of his club. His cum still dripping into my panties, making me feel so dirty but so damn good. The adrenaline pulsing through my veins makes it impossible to register the full implications of what happened between us. I should be fucking dead.

  Instead, the guy gave me multiple orgasms and made me feel better than any man has ever made me feel. Leo’s words keep repeating in my mind.

  I expect to see you here every night from now on, or there will be trouble.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket and I dig it out, biting my lip at the message. Bruce, my ex-boyfriend, has obviously just found my letter, and it’s not good. The guy is a piece of work.

  You owe me eighty thousand dollars, bitch. I’ll find you and kill you.

  I don’t owe him shit, but it doesn’t matter. A stash of drugs went missing at the apartment we share, and he has been blaming me ever since. I didn’t take them, but it doesn’t matter. He’s a criminal, and he might kill me if I don’t pay him back.

  Not to mention, he’s used to controlling me with violence and threat. He won’t like that I’ve left him—to be honest, it was a brutal letter. Hence the reason I was stealing from the Romano mob. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, considering Bruce is nothing compared to Leo.

  I left him a note while he was out and told him I was leaving for good. Ashley, my best friend, is letting me sleep on her couch for as long as I need. Although, her boyfriend doesn’t seem to be thrilled about me crashing there.

  My hands shake as I grab my purse from the side of the sink, trying to gather my thoughts. Leo Romano just let me live, even though I stole from him. It’s against everything I’ve ever heard about their family. Not to mention, Leo isn’t a stranger to killing anyone who crosses him. So, why the hell did he spare me?

  It feels like I've been given a freaking reward rather than a punishment. Was trying to steal from the Romano Mafia the best mistake I’ve ever made? The stinging skin of my ass only makes me want to see him again for round two.

  He’s the perfect, dominant male. Bruce tried to be dominant with me, but he was more of an asshole than anything. An abusive asshole who doesn’t understand the art of it. My legs still feel like jelly and I feel like I’m floating on air, even after receiving Bruce’s stupid text.

  All I have to do is avoid Bruce forever. It shouldn’t be too hard, after knowing the guy for five years, I know his routine. He’s a piece of shit and a waste of space. I’m not sure why I ever dated him, but it was one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made.

  Bruce was the bad boy at high-school, and we ended up dating for five years. It wasn’t until this morning that I finally ended our toxic, fucked up relationship. I’m always attracted to the wrong guy and can’t help it. I mean, look what just happened between me and the biggest bad boy of all.

  The moment I wrote the letter to Bruce, it felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I gaze down at my wrists and gasp slightly, only now noticing the cuts the ropes left.

  My fingers tease at my hips where he dug his fingers into me hard, feeling the sore, bruised skin. It’s nothing compared to what I’ve experienced in the past, and although I should be angry he bruised me, it turns me on instead.

  Leo left his mark on me and his dominating nature is just intoxicating. No man has ever filled me the way he did. My body craves him again already. It’s ridiculous considering he’s a dangerous mob boss. I step out of the bathroom and walk back into the club. In my daze, I bash straight into a guy.

  “Oh sorry,” I say, gazing up at him.

  “Ellie?” Sid asks.

  I feel the blood drain from my face. Sid is one of Bruce’s friends. The same Bruce that is looking for me and wants me dead. “Sid, how are you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

  “I’m okay.” His brow furrows, and he drops his voice. “You need to be careful, Ellie. Bruce is out for blood and has everyone looking out for you.”

  I nod, shifting from one foot to the other. “He sent me a threatening text just now.”

  “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him I saw you.”

  I smile up at him. Sid was always the best of his friends, kind and caring. I feel relieved he doesn’t intend to rat me out. “Thank you.”

  He nods his head. “No worries, I know he can be an asshole.” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “Where are you staying since you left?”

  I stare into his eyes, wondering if I can really trust him. “With a friend,” I say, keeping it brief. Even though, it’s common knowledge my only friend still in this Godforsaken place is Ashley. Everyone else from my past has moved away from Philly.

  “Okay, well take care of yourself.” He grabs hold of my hand and squeezes gently. “It’s best not to be out at night when Bruce is after you.”

  I swallow hard, knowing he is right. Night is the absolute worst time to be out and about, but it’s a bit of a problem considering the order Leo just gave me. He expects me here tomorrow night without fail. Every night until he gets bored of punishing me, hopefully never.

  I give him a nod. “I know, I’ll be careful.”

  He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. The guy was always clueless, as I lift a twenty from his wallet, stowing it inside the waistband of my knickers.

  It makes me uneasy being anywhere near Bruce’s friends, even if he doesn’t intend to tell him where I am. “See you around,” I say, giving him a wave and disappearing into the crowd.

  I need to get back to Ashley’s place quickly. Bruce and his friends are night owls, dealing drugs on the streets. It’s five minutes until the next scheduled bus, and I run for the stop, praying I make it.

  The bus has its doors open and one women is getting on. I hop on in the nick of time. I pay my fare and then find a seat at the back, letting out a long sigh of relief. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out.

  Ashley: Where are you?

  I type a text back to her telling her I’m on my way. This isn’t exactly a good first impression to make, turning up at their place so late, as it has gone midnight. It’s a ten-minute bus ride to the stop, and I get off and start the five-minute walk to their apartment.

  It’s eerily quiet and Sid’s warning keeps repeating in my mind.

  It’s best not to be out at night when Bruce is after you.

  A cat jumping off a trash can makes me squeal, jumping a foot in the air. Sid’s warning has made me so freaking paranoid, it’s ridiculous. For fuck’s sake, Bruce won't be lurking around the corner for me.
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br />   I step around the corner and let out a shaky breath, as I set eyes on Ashley’s building. The key she gave me is carefully stowed in the zip pocket of my bag.

  I open the door, and she’s standing in the entry way. “What the hell were you thinking?”

  Oh God, here we go. Ashley has been acting like my damn mother lately—not that my real mother ever acted like one, anyway. “What’s up?”

  She shakes her head, eyes wide. “Bruce freaking Johnson is after you and you stay out until eleven o’clock at night. What do you think is wrong with me?”

  My shoulders slump as Mark peers out into the living room, chipping in, “It’s not exactly wise to be roaming the streets at night, considering.”

  “I was at Mode for a few hours and then came straight back on the bus.” I shrug. “What am I supposed to do? Stop living.”

  Ashley grabs my hand and pulls me into the living room, forcing me to sit. “Ellie, I’m not trying to act like your mom, but I don’t think you’re taking the threat to your life seriously.” She pulls me into a hug. “I care about you, and Bruce can be one mean son of a bitch.”

  “Tell me about it,” I mutter. She honestly does not understand just how mean he can be. She maybe my best friend, but I was too embarrassed to tell her truth. The way he treated me throughout our relationship was abusive, and I’m ashamed that I stayed so long. He was violent toward me in a way I never should have allowed.

  The initial step of breaking up with him was a small step in the right direction. As long as he doesn’t find me and kill me, but even then, it will be better than having to endure his abuse for any longer.

  What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?

  6

  Leo

  Not even twenty-four hours have passed since I was deep inside that little thief, Ellie. All I can think about is her. I’m losing my mind. The entire sit-down, I barely paid any attention. Which isn’t good because I know we’ve got a lot of serious shit to deal with. Normally, I’m focused during those meetings.