Maria started to plead, “Faster.”
He moved against her faster. “Like this?”
“Yes!” Damn, him going faster just made the ache worse. “Slow down.”
“No, princess.” He showed her pussy no remorse. “There’s no going back now.”
His thrusts became harder, faster, searing flames of desire coursing through her body as Dom’s hips slammed against hers.
If he expected a limp noodle in his bed, he was about to get educated.
Forcing her legs from his grasp, she crossed them behind his back, lifting herself into his thrusts.
Excitement built higher as they moved together, battling each other in an erotic skirmish of wills to bring the other to surrender. Maria was no submissive and would never be. Dominic was willing to give in to Maria’s demands, but in bed, he wanted to exert his dominance.
Maria writhed under him, arching into him to drive him deeper. Smiling, he showed his dimples as he leaned down, branding her nipple with his tongue, twirling the bud before biting down.
For the first time, Maria gave in as she screamed his name. It felt too fucking good. In reward, she felt the ache burst into an explosion that had her clinging to him. Feeling his cock jerk inside of her only set Maria off on another round of explosions.
Damn. From his confident smile as he kissed her, there was no way Dom didn’t know she had come twice. Fine, he might have won the first battle, but he had promised her the next turn. There was plenty of time for war.
“My turn.” She smiled as she rose up and made him stand back, fully erect. Now she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “I want your clothes off.”
Maria went to the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one by one from where she sat on the edge of the bed. Dom stood there, letting her have her turn as she made him slip the shirt off his shoulders.
Her throat constricted, tightening as she looked up at his body. Every fucking muscle was fully formed. He had a goddamn six pack that had to be sculpted by God Himself. Under his coat, Dominic had hid the fact he was ripped beyond belief, and even her dreams couldn’t compare to the body she had imagined.
“I thought you would have more tattoos?” At least that was how she had dreamed him.
He shook his head. “Only the ones on my fingers. A tattoo has to have meaning for me to get.”
What she didn’t understand was why he had tried so hard to keep her from seeing his body, denying her request each time. Until now, as the city lights caught the imperfections in his tanned skin. The little scars that riddled his body, Maria didn’t have to ask who or what they’d come from. It was why that eight letter word rested on his fingers had meaning.
If he expected her to hate them, then he was dead fucking wrong.
Forcing his pants down farther, she focused on his already rising cock that looked even better than she imagined when it slid inside of her just minutes ago.
Leaning forward, she licked the white leftover liquid off the tip of his dick. Then, as soon as she saw it become engorged again, Maria had him in her mouth within seconds.
“Fuck …” His head fell back in bliss for a moment before his hot, hazel depths returned to the pretty face that was sucking his cock. “You’re not supposed to be that good at it for your first time, princess. Jesus.”
Maria looked up at him through her full lashes while she took him to the back of her throat.
“You better stop now”—he took a handful of her gold hair in warning—“before I come in your pretty mouth and your turn will be up.”
Letting the tip fall from her mouth, Maria stood, heeding his warning. Then she forced him out of his pants the rest of the way before his back hit the bed.
All Maria knew, as she crawled on top of him where he now lay in the middle of the bed, was she wasn’t going to be able to keep her hands off him. She didn’t know bodies like this even existed, and she planned to appreciate every inch. Starting on his abs, Maria licked between the vertical line that separated the muscles. With her hands, she roamed over each peak and valley all the way up to his chest. Seeing the big bruise on his abdomen from his fight the night before, Maria placed a kiss on the discoloration before she pressed her lips into a scar that glittered. Going to another, she kissed more of them, letting him know how attractive she found his body, despite the blemishes.
Moving up, Maria finally let herself kiss the indentation on one cheek, letting her tongue fill the precious hole, then went to the other, showing the same attention to those two dents she couldn’t get enough of. And finally, she kissed his lips as she straddled his hips. His dick was in the perfect position to impale herself on.
Breaking their kiss, Maria grinned down at Dom, rotating her hips to sink him farther onto him. “I plan to win this war.”
Dominic’s brows drew together. “What war?”
“The war of who can fuck each other better … You won last time”—her breasts began to bounce in his face—“but I plan to win this time.”
“You think this is a war …?” He trailed off. His eyes had traveled down, getting an eyeful. “And who fucks better is the winner?”
“Yes.” Maria started bouncing on his dick when she grew slicker. “Don’t you?”
Instead of answering, Dom’s eyes went to the ceiling, thanking God Himself under his breath. Maria was too focused on her movements and feelings that she hadn’t paid too much attention.
Reaching out, he played with her belly ring, as he grabbed her inner thigh with his other hand. His touch on the sensitive flesh sent flames to her pussy, which was already beginning to doubt her ability to remain in control as long as Dominic had it. When she felt his fingers move higher toward her clit, she knew she was in trouble. She would tell him to keep his hands to himself, but she didn’t want to alert him that she was having trouble stopping herself from coming again so quickly. How was she was supposed to know she would enjoy this position so much? She could control the speed and depth. Plus, she had him right where she wanted him.
“Looks like you’re having a little trouble, princess.”
Maria bit her lip when Dominic started thrusting his hips upward and she slammed down on him.
Shaking her head, she denied it, biting her lip harder as the fire began to rise.
“How about we call this a draw, princess?” Dom hooked a hand around her neck, bringing her head down to kiss him. “We can live to fuck another day.”
Maria knew she was beat when the tingles started where their bodies were fused together.
“Fine.” She already started giving up her body for him to take yet again. “As long as you remember this doesn’t really count. I’ll get better the more I practice.”
Maria came crashing on his dick as Dominic thanked God for her again.
Fifty-Four
In Her Dreams
Smiling, Dominic packed his strong-willed yet limp woman into the bathroom and into the waiting shower.
If she hadn’t just ate her words, Maria would tell him to wipe that smile off his face, but luckily, it was cute.
As Dom washed his princess, Maria washed him, both of them caring for the other and enjoying the bodies of whom they just married.
By the time he had taken his time washing her, she already felt the desire he had promised would happen. Dominic had been right; I am never going to fuck him out of my bloodstream, am I?
Reaching for his dick, he had to snatch her wrist, stopping her.
“You just had your turn, princess,” he reminded her that she was going to have to wait as he shut the water off.
He dried her off quickly before running the towel over himself, not letting his sneaky bride do it, knowing she wouldn’t wait her turn.
Lovingly placing Maria on her back on the middle of her bed, he laid down beside her, then began to rub the pad of his thumb over her pretty, pink nipple until it came to a hard point. He leaned down to take her breast into his mouth, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he teasingly lapped a
t the point.
Fuck, how did she already want him so badly? How many more times did she need to come before that feeling wore off? Right now, she had come three times.
He moved his hand and mouth to the flat of her belly where he played with her piercing. “I still can’t believe your belly button is pierced.”
“Do you like it?” she asked, already knowing the answer, but she couldn’t help asking.
“Yes.” He placed a kiss on the middle of her belly. “It’ll be a shame when you take it off once you’re pregnant.”
Maria laughed, raising up on her elbows. She looked at him as he traveled lower down her waist. “We’ve been married five minutes and you’re already talking about that?”
“Mmhmm.” He spread her legs apart as he went even lower. “I’m thinking … four.”
“Fou—”
Maria’s head fell back when he lapped at her clit.
“Four is a good number.” He spread her folds apart farther. “I know I can handle four.”
“Four!”
Again, Maria’s thoughts left her body when his tongue entered her. Trying to gather her thoughts, she spoke through gritted teeth, “You expect me to pop four babies out of me when you haven’t even asked if I want children or not?”
Dom looked up at her from what he was doing. “Do you?”
“I haven’t really thought about it,” she told him honestly.
“You will,” he said confidently, returning his mouth to her pussy. “And you’ll give me four.”
As much as Maria wanted to be offended right now, the magic he was working on her had her biting back her sarcasm. “What makes you so sure?”
“Because”—he went deeper than before—“you’ll like making them.”
“Mmm …,” Maria moaned, her body betraying her as to how easily he could get her to give in. “If we do—and I’m not saying we will—I only want a girl,” she warned.
Dom pulled back momentarily and smiled. “I don’t think you get to choose, princess.”
“My body wouldn’t betray me like that,” she announced while it was doing that very thing. “I’ll will my body into having a girl.”
“I like girls,” Dom told her softly, having no problem with that. “But you will have girls.”
She was about to fight him on that when he sucked her tender bud into his mouth, knocking her senseless for a moment. She figured she would let it rest for now before she let herself begin to fall deeper, denying herself that she was to the unyielding man.
When he hadn’t even flinched at the thought of only fathering daughters and not sons, it had made Maria’s stomach flutter into a knot. She wished he didn’t have to be so fucking perfect, especially right now as he continued to lap at her. The motions he did with that tongue were only meant to soothe. Having fucked her twice on her first night, she knew it was his way of massaging out the ache.
She moved her hands to his hair, rubbing her fingers through the thick, dark strands, while he continued his lazy motions. As much as she wanted her release, he denied it … until he had his fill of his “heaven,” and he was certain she was done for the night.
Make that four times.
Nothing in his existence had come close to today, and no day ever would, as Maria lay there, sleeping in his arms. Their wedding had been everything he could never have dreamed of, and marrying her was everything he had.
Maria Caruso was everything he thought she would be and then some. But the best part was …
She was finally his.
“I love you,” he whispered the words he could see hurt when he said them while she was awake, because she wasn’t capable of saying them back yet. Maybe there in her dreams … she could.
Fifty-Five
The Throne
Maria’s heels clicked as she entered the room. Taking a seat in front of the desk, she smiled at the man behind it. “Well …”
Reclining back in his chair, the corner of his lips lifted as he brought the cigarette to his lips. “I wondered how long you would be married before you came here,” he said as he raised his arm to check his watch. “Not even twenty-four hours.”
“I know there’s a reason why you wanted me to marry him, Lucca,” she hinted, knowing full well he didn’t do things out of the kindness of his black heart. Everything he did, every move the boogieman made, was for a reason.
His blue-green eyes glowed. “Do you remember what I told you?”
“You’ve told me many things, brother. You might need to be specific.”
“I told you two people could take this city from me—” Lucca drew hard on his cigarette, the orange glow on the end turning a bright red as the smoke escaped his lips with his words. “—you and Dominic.”
Maria hadn’t forgotten. She just hadn’t entertained the idea. Luckily for him, she had been born a woman and, at the time he had told her that, there was no relationship between her and Dom. However, it still didn’t make sense ….
“If you truly believe that, why would you want us together?”
“I made Dominic a deal.” Flicking his long ashes that were about to fall into the glass ashtray, he continued, “When I take Dante’s place, I will restore the balance between the two families and give him fifty percent of the city.”
She could see the truth in his eyes, while he saw the shock in hers.
Lucca smiled. “He didn’t tell you?”
She shook her head. She had known they were working together and had made some deal, but she hadn’t expected the underboss, who had dreamed of his crowning moment since birth, to give up half of what was already his—
“Chloe,” she said the name of the sole reason he had done it. The last thing Lucca would want was a war that could end with his scarred beauty in the crosshairs.
Nodding slowly, he confirmed her exact thoughts.
“And this is supposed to excite me because I’m his wife?” She raised a non-impressed brow.
Lucca stood, walking over to the floor to ceiling window that were behind him.
Knowing what he wanted, she got up and followed him to the window.
“The first time I went to Blue Park … I liked it,” Lucca admitted. “I kept going, and each time I went, the more addicted I got. It wasn’t until I saw Dominic murder a man on the street and watched the body get picked up a moment later—as if nothing even happened—did I know what I was going to do.” His cold voice somehow went darker. “I planned to take it.”
Maria didn’t doubt it. Each time she had gone, she found herself going back for more, whether it was to see Dominic or not.
She enjoyed being there. Blue Park had a raw, rough quality that made it addicting to their dark natures.
“Just the littlest taste of power will make you crave more, Maria,” he told her the truth of basic human nature. “I know because that’s exactly what happened to me and what I know will happen to him. A man like Dominic may be satiated for a bit with half, but he would never fully be satisfied. One day, he would come for more.”
Turning from the view of the city, Maria’s cold heart revealed itself. “Maybe I’d want him to ….”
“I wouldn’t doubt it.” Lucca didn’t seem surprised. “But I know you’re not changing your last name for a reason, Maria. You love this family and this city just as much as me, and even when it turned against you”—he mentioned not only his heinous act of murdering Kayne, but her father and the mafia for not accepting her because of what was not between her legs—“you still didn’t give it up.”
Maria’s gut told her something big was coming, that all of Lucca’s chess moves were about to come to fruition.
“And now”—turning from the window, Lucca faced her—“I’d like to reward you.”
“You’re going to let me become made …,” she whispered as her breath hitched in her throat.
The boogieman’s haunting eyes glowed. “How does consigliere sound to you?”
“You want to make me your equal?” Maria couldn�
�t believe it. As if having a woman become made wasn’t ridiculous enough for his men to get behind, placing her beside him would cause an uproar. Her brain couldn’t even begin to comprehend it … until it did.
Sitting beside Lucca would ensure one thing—Dominic would never, ever have the taste for more.
Maria couldn’t help but smile. “You’re smart, brother, but even I didn’t expect that.”
Not trying to deny it, he raised a brow. “Do you blame me?”
“No,” she simply said, going back to looking at the city. “I can understand.”
Everything he did was for Chloe, and this was the smartest move he could make. It solidified Dominic and Lucca’s reign together as one. Even the smallest threat was gone. Dom would never go after the Carusos if she was consigliere, nor would any other Luciano, while Lucca wouldn’t risk it for Chloe, but his consigliere would also be married to the Luciano boss.
“What do you say, Maria?” Lucca whispered to her dark soul as he outstretched a hand. “Do we have a deal?”
She looked away from the city and over to his hand. She had just been offered everything her little black heart desired. All she had to do was shake on it ….
Turning back to face him, her pointy heels directed toward him, she stood strongly before the underboss. “I want two things before I do.”
Lucca took back his hand, but he didn’t shoot her down, waiting to hear her ask.
“No guards, but I will take a driver of my choosing to watch my back.” It was a compromise. She didn’t want a suit watching her every move or telling her where to go, but she did understand that her being the consigliere would come with more risks than she was already under.
He waited to hear the second stipulation before deciding.
“And”—Maria smiled—“I want you to buy me a car.”
He raised an amused brow. “What kind?”
“Whatever one I want,” she told him, not revealing what she had planned.
Lucca held his hand back out for her to take. “Deal.”
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