Straight, No Chaser: A Mafia Alpha Bad Boy Romance

by Nikki Belaire

  She traces my taut stomach muscles. Hours of gym work reduced to a quivering plane of bumps under her touch. Mere inches from my greedy cock, ravenous for more. Bobbing for her caress. I've got nothing left, but to beg through gritted teeth. "Please."

  Now she giggles. Triumphant to prove she fucking owns me. Which I fully admit when a single fingertip brushes over the tip, circling through the arousal pooling above the slit.

  Jesus Christ.

  Braver, she increases the pressure and strokes downward. Over and over before a tentative hand sneaks underneath. Cupping my engorged sack.

  Done. I am fucking done.

  Scooping her up, I stride through the living room with her tight embrace around my neck, and kick the bedroom door shut behind me. Hard enough to make the wood bounce off the stopper and swing back to slam into my shoulder. Pain I don't fucking feel because all my nerves flame with the lava flowing through my veins from my dick.

  Her vise grip doesn't loosen when I lay her on the white sheets. Baby girl doesn't have to worry. I'm not fucking going anywhere except between her legs.

  I brush errant strands of hair from her forehead and cheeks. Unwilling to let any of her be hidden from me. As much as it would fucking kill me to stop, I have to ensure she's completely ready. Heart and body. I dip to kiss her but she shakes her head. Crippling my usual conviction. "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing. There's just something I need to tell you first." Small hands cup my face. A smile as bright as the sun matches the glow in her eyes. "I said I was waiting to be in love. And now I am. I love you, Luciano."

  My pussy ass heart soars. She actually means it. All the doubt vanished from our trip. Arguing and resisting only to prove in some odd way that we can be happy together. That the only barrier holding us back is me, and I'm finally fucking stupid enough to realize my mistakes. "I love you too."

  Insecurity lines her forehead. "You don't have to say that just because I—"

  Now I'm pissed. At myself rather than her. She has every right to doubt. "I mean it. More than I've ever fucking meant anything Molly. I love you."

  The light doesn't dim from my severe tone. Just grows shinier. She cries because she knows it's true. I have to tell her everything that's true. Everything I can. Because as much as she says she wants this, I'm going to fucking rip her apart. Literally. So I have to make love to her mind to appease the damage I inflict on her delicate body.

  I nudge her jaw line with my nose before laving over the tender skin under her ear. "I want to explore you. Every inch of you."

  Squeals of laughter fill my ear as I glide my hand down her waist. She needs to be ready. To beg for me to relieve her ache before I make it worse. Nuzzling under her arm, I breathe in deeply. "Mmmm, powder fresh."

  "You're so weird."

  She rolls her eyes but amusement still brightens her face. Yeah, I can be a funny guy. At least with her. I kiss her bicep, the inside of her elbow and over her wrist. Her body squirms when I suck in her index finger, tasting my own arousal on the tip.

  Baby girl likes my tongue. Good, because she's going to get so much more of it. I repeat the trail down her other arm. Agonizingly slow. Enjoying a leisurely pace. Frustrating her as her back arches when I lick over her thigh after I lay her hand down on the mattress.

  Yet, not quite close enough to reach her glorious pussy. Pink and bare. I stroke the soft skin making her writhe again. "I like that you keep this smooth."

  She shakes her head. "I sw-swam and cheered…in high school." Panting pushes her words out in spurts. "Easier to have electrolysis…than shave every day."

  God fucking damn. My girl's fucking tough to have her hair burned off at the fucking root. And I get the fucking benefit of it. I am a lucky bastard in so many ways. "Open your eyes angel. Look at me while I fuck you."

  They blink open, a small smile gracing her expression. I slide my hand under her back, encouraging her to lift up. She rests on her elbows, keeping her gaze on my finger tracing her wet folds. Fucking hotter than hell for her to watch me. To see what I do to bend her gorgeous body to my will.

  A shudder rolls through her when I curl inside. Her sweet pussy clenching around the digit as I explore her walls, searching for the spot that she'll beg to have me touch. That pushes her over the edge.

  She rides my hand as my palm caresses her throbbing clit. Her arousal dripping between my fingers that I can't wait to taste. I'm a sick bastard to love the disappointment clouding her face when I stop. As if I'm not going keep the pleasure going. To give her everything she wants.

  Her tits jerk upward when I add another finger. Even after a few seconds she remains stiff. Fucking shit, I'm hurting her. I slide them out. "Are you okay?"

  "Yes." She blows out a deep breath and finally looks up. No hint of uncertainty in her gaze. "Please...please keep going."

  Fucking killing me to cause her pain. So I switch to loving her with my tongue, attempting to relax her again. I have to keep my hand on her stomach to keep her from flying off the bed. Fuck me. Her juices are as sweet as I remember. With her pussy quivering under my mouth. I lap her dry until her lips are drenched again. Flooded with the orgasm from my teeth grazing her puckered nub.

  Tiny hands coil around my ears holding me in place. Not fucking necessary. I nip at her soft folds. "I'm not going anywhere."

  I blow on her sweet pussy before I suck in her clit again. A single finger gliding in and out, matching the rhythm of her rocking hips. Searching for release. Hoping I'll find her pleasure spot. She cries out when I press harder against her core. Convulsions racking her body.

  I smile against her wetness. Coming into my mouth like melted ice cream. My angel really is made of sugar.

  While she floats down, I kiss her thighs, nibbling behind her knees, and sucking on her delicate ankle bones. The hint of splashed champagne still floating on her silky skin. Definitely a night to celebrate.

  "If you smell my feet, I'm kicking you out of the bed."

  Oh fuck. It's on now. I crawl up her body and pounce on her, catching a glimpse of her giggling expression before I sweep my tongue between her lips. Letting her taste herself on my mouth. She wraps her legs and arms around me, clinging to me in my ferocity as I grind against her. The tip of my rock hard cock sweeping across her mound.

  I force myself to break the kiss. But she grasps me tighter. Nails digging into my shoulders. Wanting me inside her. Planking over her, I have to see her eyes. Her face welcoming me before I can make love to her completely. I could fucking drown in the love floating in her gaze. Dive deep and let her essence envelope me in absolute bliss as I sink to my death. I pepper her with gentle kisses, contrasting with her squirming up and down on me. Telling me she's ready. Confirming I'm the one to take her.

  Just when she thinks I'm not going to do anything, I push inside her. A sharp gasp pierces the air as I break through her resistance. A possessive growl rumbles in my chest knowing that no other man has been inside my angel. Or ever will be.

  Mine.

  Always fucking mine.

  I still, letting her adjust to me if that's even fucking possible, and shove my mouth against her ear. She trembles underneath me, heavy breaths tickling my hair. Trying to ride out the pain. "I love you Molly. You're going to be my wife. I'm going to fill your belly with my babies so every other jealous motherfucker who wants you knows I've been here and they never will. Only me."

  Fingertips clench my scalp, tugging my hair, but I'm not finished yet. One more thing she needs to understand. "If any bastard ever tries to touch you again, I will fucking kill him. You are mine. You belong to me."

  Her sweet body responds to my words, hips lifting to meet mine. But I take it slow. Small thrusts that feel like I'm battling through quicksand with her pussy clenching so fucking tight around me. Sweat stings my back resisting every instinct to drive deeper and harder. The first time I’ve ever fucked without a condom, knowing that I’m absolutely clean from the tests I was forced to take after Rachael’s d
eath.

  My gut twists at the memory. But I push all that fucking bullshit out my head and focus on Molly. My angel. My fucking world now. So fucking amazing to feel her sweet heaven totally engulf my cock and my heart.

  I reach between us and stroke the last few inches of my dick that won't fit inside her delicate body. Feeling the moisture sliding over the slick skin. When I pull my hand up, it's just what I expect. She meets my gaze, her chest heaving with expectation. Shame lines her forehead from the red covering my fingers. Before she can speak, I rub her blood on my chest, marking my pounding heart. "You give yourself to me - the fucking greatest gift I could ever receive."

  She nods, and bites her quivering lip. I reach over and dig through my shit strewn across the nightstand from when we checked in. Panic flashes across her face when I pick up my knife. "Never you angel. You don't ever fucking have to worry about that."

  She flinches when I flip out the blade and shakes her head. Horror widening her huge blue eyes. She grabs my wrist. "No, don't do it."

  No match for my strength, I actually welcome her touch on my blazing skin. I lift my arm and together we slowly slice through the tat hidden under her essence. A line of crimson fills the gorge, my blood seeping into hers. Mixed and unable to separate. Just like us. "I belong to you now too."

  "Yes."

  All the worry fades away, and I toss my weapon onto the carpet. Threading my hands back through her silky hair, I thrust again. She answers without hesitation, slow but unwavering. Tilting her head back from the pressure of my fist yanking the long strands, she moans for the first time as I kiss down her slender throat. Entangling her softness with my hardness.

  I can't hold back. Pumping into her again and again. Overcome with a primal urge I can't even comprehend. Wired in my genes to drive deep and hard without stopping. No doubt or fear. Just me making her mine.

  I’m not going to last much longer. Not with this beauty clutching me to her pulsing body. Breathless mews of pleasure pushing me to the edge. I know she’s ready too. “Come with me angel.”

  “I-I’m not on the pill or anything.”

  Fucking perfect. “You don’t need to be. I've got you.”

  With my approval, she spasms against me, crying out my name. In return, I explode inside her, coming harder than I ever have before. My entire body flexes, every coiled muscle, every pump of my heart, every drop of blood in my veins directed to forcing my seed as far into her as possible. Wracking my body to utter exhaustion. "Damn, I fucking love you."

  She finds my mouth, sucking in my tongue while we both ride out the waves. Salty bitterness on my lips from her own emotional release. Fuck me for making her cry.

  "I love you too."

  Dropping to my shoulder, I roll her with me. Caging her in with my arms and my cock. Holding her tight while her breathing returns to normal. She's not fucking going anywhere.

  Feather light touches trail over my back while gentle kisses press against our dried blood on my chest. Coupled just like we are. No beginning or end.

  "Did you mean what you said?"

  I know exactly what she asks. Worried that I made a bunch of empty promises just because my dick was inside her. "Yeah, baby girl. Every fucking word."

  She snuggles closer, a sleepy smile gracing her delicate face. Sated physically and mentally. And for the first time ever, so am I.

  13

  Chapter Thirteen

  I need to piss. I need to check the messages blowing up my phone. I need to haul ass back to Chicago and ramp the team for Creed's downfall. But I can't do a damn thing except stare at her beautiful face tucked against my bicep. The muscle twitching like the rest of me with the insatiable need to roll her on her back and fill her sweet pussy again.

  But I know she has to be sore. And exhausted. So I let her sleep after climbing back into the bed. Welcoming her contented sigh when she cuddles against me again. Hoping she'll feel the same way about the huge rock I slide onto her elegant finger. Eighteen carat white oval surrounded by black pave diamonds. My darkness to her light. Perfect. She may have felt doubt before she drifted off, but I'm going to make damn sure there isn't any when she wakes.

  A soft rumble growls in her belly. Already eight am our time. No wonder she's hungry. By now she'd be eating breakfast with Eli. Maybe me too if I was working from home. I stroke across her flat stomach. Imagining the baby that might already be developing underneath the cashmere skin. That's fucking sexy. I've never really thought about pregnant chicks one way or the other. But to think of her rounded with my son or daughter, her gorgeous tits swollen in anticipation. A cute waddle when she searches the kitchen to feed her cravings for pickles or ice cream or pineapple. I want to be there for all of that. Be a part of everything.

  Her newly ringed fingers thread through mine, and she releases a soft moan as she stretches. A contented smile curling her lips before she opens her eyes. Already happy. Already making me rock hard.

  "Good morning."

  Fuck yeah it is. "Good morning. I thought maybe you were going to sleep all day." My resolve to be good breaks with her peaceful sigh, and I thumb her rosy nipple, twisting enough to make her body lift, giving me an up-close view of her beauty. "Must have been pretty good cock last night to wear you out like this."

  "Yeah, it was okay I guess."

  She feigns a shrug and a smirk, but laughter engulfs her instead. Oh baby girl, I can play too. "I'm sorry to disappoint you." Palming her thigh, I spread her legs apart and kneel between them. Letting my fingertips drift closer to her already glistening pussy but never quite touching.

  She writhes under my huge hands. Begging for the release she needs, but refusing to ask for it. Funny how she thinks she can break me first. Well, I guess since she keeps winning, I can see why she assumes as much. Fuck me. This girl is going to be the fucking death of me.

  Her eyes squeeze shut while her lips part. Chest heaving with quick breathes. Knees bending to get some leverage with her feet. All fruitless with my stubbornness. "I guess you don't want it again."

  "Can I get a rain check? Maybe tomorrow?"

  I should spank her adorable ass. But I'm too fucking turned on to do anything but fuck her. Although I have to fucking control my desire. Reminding myself of the proof of her virginity still dappling our legs and chests. I cover her gorgeous body with mine, grazing her throat with soft, teasing kisses. "Are you sure you want to wait?"

  "No."

  I look up and meet her beautiful blue eyes. Finally open, wide and ready for me, as much as her heart and body. The playfulness evaporates from her sincerity. Welcoming my body coupling with hers. "I want you, but I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure you're okay?"

  "Yes, because I know you'll be gentle with me."

  “Always.” My gaze locks with hers. Reassuring her I could never be anything else with her. I rub the head of my cock through her pink folds. Coating the tip with her arousal. Priming her to accept me again. Her throaty moan encourages me, sucking in the corner of her plump lip as she watches me. Which is insanely fucking hot.

  Using all of my restraint, I slowly slide inside. Only a few inches penetrate her before she gasps and rears back. An involuntary response to the pain blanching her face. And fucking stabbing my chest.

  Damn it. I knew it was too fucking soon. Cursing myself for not waiting like I fucking should have, I pull out. Nothing's worth hurting my angel.

  "Wait!" Embarrassment glows scarlet on her cheeks. "It's okay."

  The fuck it is. "No, it’s not.”

  "Try again." Insistent fingers dig into my lower back, urging me forward. “Please? I promise I won’t resist.”

  I bite back a shitty response, well aware it's meant more for me than her. We only solidified this relationship last night. I can't expect her to completely trust me yet. To have faith in my assertion that just being herself is enough. That she doesn’t have to work at pleasing me. I cup her face, warm and smooth against my calloused skin. “I know, but I will never hurt
you no matter how much I want to fuck you.”

  She leans into my caress. Chasing the comfort of absolution she doesn’t need. Or ever have to fucking ask for.

  "I don't want to disappoint you."

  "That will never fucking happen."

  At my definitive tone, her hands slide to my chest, and she gives me a growing smile. Relief softening her rigid body and brightening her expression. Good. Now that’s settled, we can enjoy the remainder of our trip. Maybe a run on the beach before we have to head home. “Do you want to go‒”

  Enormous eyes jerk from the glistening stone on her delicate finger to my face. I swear to god I can see her pulse pounding in her neck. Oh yeah, the ring. Now I’m the one with the huge ass grin. I fucking love surprising her.

  "Oh my God, Luciano! What is this?"

  Long hair billows in my face and her huge tits bounce dangerously close to my mouth as she scrambles to scoot out from underneath me. I roll on my side giving her freedom. At least in this bed. In this moment. That’s as far as I’ll ever let her fucking go.

  A trembling hand holds her shaking fingers closer to her face, scrunched in disbelief. Fucking gorgeous sitting naked in front of me. Stunning. Sweet. Mine.

  Now it's my turn to feign a nonchalant shrug. "Your engagement ring."

  "B-but, but you didn't propose!"

  I hold back a laugh from her spluttering in shock. "Would you have said no?"

  I'm so fucking smug, yet not as confident as I sound. The fear of her rejection too much for me to fucking bear. But I’m a cocky bastard who admits nothing.

  She shakes her head, lips pursing. But she doesn’t cry. Or slap me for my arrogance. Instead, she reaches for me. Wrapping her fingers around the olive skin where my wedding band will go.

  “We’re getting married?" A giggle tangled with a sob shakes her shoulders. "We're getting married, and I'm going to be your wife.”

  Fuck me if those words don’t roll of her tongue smoother than the richest wine. Luscious and decadent, unable to ever completely disappear. Never have I wanted to fuck her more. Instead I settle for her body coiling around mine. Her heart pounding against my own racing chest. "Yeah, angel. My wife."