Convicted: A Mafia Romance

by Macguire, Jacee

  The needle pierced my skin, jerking me from the sexy fantasy I was so damn close to making a reality. “Shit!” I growled.

  “Sorry, sir. I just need a couple of vials and then I’ll step outside.”

  I nodded and she offered a small smile.

  “Okay,” Meg said when she was done, turning to Haven. “That’s all I need. I’ll wait outside at the picnic table. If you need anything, let me know.”

  “Don’t leave the picnic table. It isn’t safe.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Haven leaned against the table, looking through documents in her briefcase. As much as she would like me to believe she was reading – or at least reviewing – the documents, I could tell she wasn’t. I strode across the room, silently commanding her attention. Her eyes met mine and I knew she was fighting the desire building within her now, as she had last week. Only today, I was in control of the situation. There were no chains stopping me from having what I desired most. And right now, I desired her. All of her.

  I grabbed the papers from her hand, tossing them back inside the briefcase with little care. Then I grabbed her arm turning her to face me, pulling her body against mine. Damn. She felt so fucking good, her breasts pressed against the hard planes of my chest. Heaven. My lips crashed against hers, hard and punishing. She moaned, opening her mouth to my assault. Our tongues danced to a rhythm only we knew as I walked her backward, pressing her against the wall. She whimpered, damn near driving me wild. I broke the kiss, looking into her eyes for a fraction of a second before trailing burning hot kisses along her jaw, nipping at the soft flesh of her neck.

  “I have no problem giving you what you are afraid to ask for, Koritsi Mou.” My girl.

  Haven moaned as I whispered the words against her ear, the warmth of my breath making her shiver in my grasp. I growled as she responded, thrusting her breasts against me, her body begging me for more.

  “So beautiful,” I growled, my fingers flicking the buttons of her shirt open one after another, sliding the soft material over her shoulders and letting it pool at her feet.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes heavy with lust.

  I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it aside carelessly as my lips found hers once again. Her skin was warm, her cheeks flushed with fevered lust. She groaned as I broke the kiss, stepping away, taking in the gorgeous woman before me.

  “Take off your bra!” I commanded. I watched as she reached for the clasp between her delicious breasts and released the clasp, her bra falling to the sides. Gorgeous. Natural. Breathtaking.

  Wanting more than anything to rush forward to touch her, I forced myself to wait. She would come to me. I wanted her to submit by choice or by my command. I sat on the edge of the bed, half-wishing we were somewhere else for this, but this would have to do.

  “Come to me,” I said, pointing at the spot at my feet. She didn’t hesitate for a second.

  She stood before me with swollen lips and a beautifully flushed face, waiting patiently. What a grand sight she was. Fucking hell. Reaching out, I ran my hands up the silky flesh of her thighs, feeling her tremble as I worked her skirt farther and farther up until my fingertips neared her juicy little cunt. She eased her legs apart, releasing a moan as the tip of my finger grazed the moistened material of her panties.

  I had reached the point of no control, wanting to have all of her. Shifting her body to the side I slid off the bed and onto my knees, planting a dizzying kiss to her pussy through her panties. Tired of waiting to make her mine, I grasped the thin material of her thong, ripping it to shreds. I growled at the sight of her perfect glistening pussy as I tossed the ruined panties aside.

  Without another thought, I lifted her left leg over my shoulder and ran my fingers along her folds, spreading her juicy lips apart before pressing my face into her sweet little pussy. She whimpered as my tongue flicked her swollen clit, and my cock twitched happily in my boxers.

  Haven’s sweet liquor coated my tongue, driving me insane. “Fuck, woman, you taste so fucking good.” I groaned, loving every delicious swipe my tongue made up and down her soaked opening. She purred like a kitten as I thrust my tongue deep inside her tight little hole, her hips pushing forward, begging for more. Her legs trembled as I leaned back, thrusting one, then two, fingers inside her, feeling her quivering walls clamp down tight. She was close now. Several more thrusts, and a little undivided attention to her sweet little clit, and she exploded. It was a fucking gorgeous sight.

  “Bend over,” I said, rising to my feet. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.” I jerked my pants off, kicking them to the side, stroking my cock as she watched me over her shoulder, the most beautifully sweet smile I’d ever fucking seen on her face.

  She licked her lips as her eyes wandered up and down my body before returning to my throbbing cock. “Fuck. You’re so damn big,” she moaned.

  I slid my cock up and down her slit, coating my swollen velvety cockhead in her sweet juices, my eyes never leaving hers. She bit her bottom lip and growled. That was my cue to get the show on the road. I rubbed my cock over her opening and thrust forward, burying my dick to the hilt in her cunt. She screamed as my shaft stretched her tight little pussy and I thought I was going to die from the pure pleasure of her pussy wrapped around me. Jesus, she felt so damn good it actually hurt. I pulled back and thrust again, finding a good punishing rhythm.

  “Oh... Oh. My. God. So good,” she panted.

  “Mine,” I growled.

  I pulled out, loving the sound of the sweet little whimper that escaped her mouth at the loss of my cock. “Lay down on the bed, Koritsi Mou. I want to watch you come for me.”

  Crawling up the bed, I pushed her thighs apart and smiled as I buried my cock inside her again.

  “Oh, Sebastian. You feel so good,” she cooed.

  Sweat coated my body as our bodies crashed against each other. She raised her hips, meeting each and every punishing thrust I dished out. She shouted my name over and over as her body trembled, her pussy quivering around my cock.

  “Mine!” I growled as my orgasm exploded. With another thrust, she fell into blissful ecstasy with me, shouting my name for all to hear as her sweet little pussy milked my cock of its seed.

  We lay on the bed, catching our breath for several minutes, then Haven jumped up, wide-eyed. “What?” I asked, arms folded behind my head.

  “We... oh hell. This shouldn’t have happened.”

  “It should have and it did, sweetheart. You’re mine now.” I growled, reaching for her.

  “I...” she began as I pulled her to me, ending all worries with another intoxicating kiss.

  Twenty minutes later, we were dressed and it was back to business as usual. For the first time in months, I felt whole again. There was something about this woman that I couldn’t resist. Hell, she was perfect. And the way she gave as good as she got thrilled the hell out of me.

  I watched as Haven dug through her briefcase, a curious look on her face.

  “What’s worrying you?” I asked.

  “I spoke with an associate of yours. Eamon.”

  “I know who Eamon is. What about him?”

  “I spoke with a medical examiner this week that pointed out something unusual about the DNA testing for your case. She believes, and I agree after speaking with Eamon, that she was right.”

  “And what exactly did Eamon tell you?” I asked, brow arched in question.

  “He told me a story about the night you were born. Long story short, he said your father brought you downstairs to show the... um... family his newborn son. Then minutes later, another baby was heard crying upstairs.”

  “That’s impossible. I’m an only child. My mother died in childbirth. I’d know if I had a sibling.”

  “Not necessarily.”

  Chapter Nine - Haven

  Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

  - Neale Donald Walsch

  A loud bang rang out like a gunshot. Thankfully, it wasn’t
really a gunshot, being I was sitting in a small efficiency-style apartment on prison grounds with an inmate; a very fucking hot inmate with a body that was wrapped in the most unbelievably insane bulging muscles that were meant to drive a woman to desires she never knew existed.

  I’d crossed the line in every way, broken all of my rules, and allowed a client – who just happened to be an inmate – to fuck me six ways to Sunday and back again… after knowing him for only a week.

  I don’t know what the hell came over me. I had never slept with a client. Never. But Sebastian got under my skin the moment I met him and I hadn’t been able to get the man out of my head since. I was a little disgusted with myself for allowing him to bend me to his will, for allowing me to forget my morals… but it was so damn good. I mean really, really great. Earth-shattering orgasm great. The man really knew how to make a woman purr like a kitten. And I damn sure purred like a wildcat as he took what he needed from me, giving me the best fucking orgasm I’d ever had.

  The guards banged on the door again. They were getting impatient. Hell, I was surprised they even knocked at all. From what I’d seen on my last visit, they cared little about a person’s rights, and that angered me something fierce. Just as I was about to push myself out of my chair and open the damn door, it flew open, bouncing madly off the wall, almost closing on the guard pushing his way inside. I started to giggle but quickly slapped my hand over my mouth to silence the sound. I didn’t know if they would harm me, but I knew they would give Sebastian hell. I didn’t want that. No. He had enough to worry about.

  Goofy, red-faced guard strode across the room, jerking Sebastian up from his chair at the table. Sebastian didn’t fight it, which shocked me a little. I saw the muscles in his neck tense and anger flood his eyes as the other guard cuffed and shackled him with a shit-eating grin on his face. The bastards obviously lived to treat people like shit.

  My heart broke as Sebastian grimaced when the cuffs pinched his flesh. Unlike last time, though, I remained silent. But the voice in my head went ballistic. I knew what kind of man Sebastian was; his ties to the seedy underbelly of a dark world, a world I wasn’t a part of, but there was more to him than that. Today, I had gotten a glimpse of something softer in him. And I liked what I saw. The power and certainty of his touch, coupled with the dark look in his eyes as he drove his cock deep drew me closer to him, to a feeling I couldn’t explain. I wanted more. Needed more. But could I allow myself to cross that line again? Could I look past the dark nature of his world? A world that he ruled?

  “Next week, Miss Foster. Same time. Do not be late!” Sebastian growled as he was pushed out the door into the sunlight.

  “Yes, sir. Think about what I told you,” I shouted, hoping he heard.

  My eyes were glued to Sebastian’s large, sexy frame as the men escorted him across the courtyard to the insanely large main building until they disappeared from sight. The man was absolutely gorgeous and his body was like that of a Greek god. It taunted and called to me even now, after allowing him to drive me to heights of passion I’d never known before… and was likely to never know again. A woman like me didn’t have a chance in hell at having a man like that. Gorgeous and perfect, with a body so insanely wonderful it should be as illegal as the things he is actually guilty of.

  Disgust and shame flooded me as images of him dominating me swept across my mind in flashes. Domination? Yes, he had dominated me, pushed me to submit to what he wanted and needed, taking nothing less than total control as he fucked me. And he had fucked me so well. My pussy still ached from the assault of his massive erection. And the sad thing was I liked – No! Loved – the commanding tone in his voice; the shiver that worked through my flesh, nipping at every nerve ending in my body as he growled out his demands.

  But as much as I enjoyed it, I knew I couldn’t let it happen again. No. This was business, and more importantly, Sebastian was a dangerous man. Too much of a risk. Too much for a simple woman like me.

  “Haven? Jesus! Are you alright? What the...” Meg’s voice was high and soaked through with anxiety as she entered the small room.

  I hated admit to it, but I had forgotten all about her waiting outside as Sebastian’s passion consumed me. “I’m fine.”

  She tilted her head to the side, not sure she wanted to believe my words.

  “Really I’m fine. Let’s get back to the house,” I said, already on autopilot, packing away the documents that were littering the table top. Taking a deep cleansing breath, I shuffled a stack of papers, the rich scent of Sebastian whirling around me, bringing with it images of our bodies crashing together. Dear God, this man was trouble. Heat spread across my cheeks at the thought of having him just one more time.

  “Did he... hurt you?” Meg asked in a whispered voice, not meeting my eyes.

  “No. Of course not. He’s just... never mind.” I blushed even more than I already was. I felt like a damn teenager being questioned by her mother and father after coming in after curfew with her clothes disheveled.

  We walked across the prison parking lot in silence. I could see Meg opening and closing her mouth as if she wanted to speak, quickly changing her mind and choosing silence instead. Relief flooded me. I didn’t want to talk about what had happened between Sebastian and me. I knew it wasn’t right. I hated myself for crossing the line, but I couldn’t take it back. It was too late for that.

  It took about thirty minutes to make the drive from the prison grounds to the rented house in Huntsville where Eamon and Hackett waited. My bodyguards followed me everywhere I went, except to the prison. Davis Jackson had said it was in their best interest to stay off of prison grounds due to the nature of their business. I had agreed it wasn’t good to put them at risk and I would be fine while I was there, anyway. I mean who would be dumb enough to attack me or whatever while under the watchful eye of all of those armed guards? No one, that’s who.

  “Haven, we need to stop at a shipping store and express mail this package to Davis and the team as soon as possible,” Meg said. “With any luck, they will get it in the morning.”

  “Okay. I’m really eager to see how everything lines up. I doubt it matches the sample collected from Astra’s murder. And if it doesn’t, we have our smoking gun to work towards getting Sebastian released.”

  “Yeah. Wouldn’t that be something?”

  “Yes, it would,” I said with a smile. “It would be huge, especially for a newbie lawyer like me.”

  Eamon and Hackett were sitting in front of the television, watching a sporting event when we arrived home. From what I could see, it was some kind of mixed martial arts fight and the guys were beating the hell out of each other. Shaking my head at the violence unfolding on the screen, I headed for the kitchen. Meg and I had skipped lunch and I was famished.

  “Hey, guys!” I called out. “You want pizza tonight? I don’t feel like fixing anything.”

  Meg shouted a ‘sounds good to me’ from the back of the house. The guys didn’t utter a word, though. No surprise there. They still rarely talked, but the scowls had disappeared. I placed a call to one of the local pizza places in town and placed a pick-up order since they didn’t deliver to my area. Twenty minutes. Glancing at the clock, I padded into the living room, blocking the view of the television. A few grunts sounded from the guys.

  “I’m heading out to pick up the pizza. I’ll be back in a little while.”

  Hackett muted the fight. “You don’t leave without us. You know the rules. The boss always gets his way.”

  I placed my hands on my hips, dead-set on taking a stand, but quickly changed my mind at the commanding tone in Hackett’s voice. It didn’t hint at being open to compromise. “Fine! Guess I’ll have a little me time when I’m dead.”

  Hackett laughed and punched Eamon in the shoulder, and the three of us headed to the car, leaving Meg at the house. We wouldn’t be gone long but still, leaving her behind bothered me. “What about Meg?”

  “Our orders are to follow you around. Meg s
hould be fine until we get back.”

  When we arrived at the little hole-in-the-wall pizza place, I ran inside. Eamon and Hackett stood outside, talking by the car. To the regular Joe, they were just two large, scary-looking guys having a conversation, but I could tell they were on high alert. And even though I understood the concerns Davis and Sebastian had, I still wasn’t sure that having bodyguards was all that necessary.

  The line at the cash register moved forward and a sinking feeling overcame me in the blink of an eye. One minute, I was smiling at an old couple bickering about what toppings to put on their small pizza, and the next I felt as though someone had sucker-punched me in the gut. Food poisoning? Nope, couldn’t be I hadn’t really ate anything that could cause that. Nerves? Possibly, but I didn’t really feel nervous. I pushed the feeling aside, even though it raged on, making me a little dizzy as I stepped up to the counter. Sweat beaded my brow and I felt flushed. It was such a weird feeling.

  Taking a deep breath, I tried to force the strange feeling away. “Pick up for Haven Foster.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Two large pepperoni pizzas with mushrooms and black olives.”

  “That’s it.”

  “Your total is twenty-four dollars and ninety-five cents.”

  That niggling feeling intensified as I dug a few bills from my wallet, handing them to the young pimple-faced cashier.

  “Keep the change,” I almost shouted as I snatched the pizzas off the counter, losing the battle to remain calm.

  Rushing outside, I pushed past Hackett and crawled in the back of the SUV. Hackett gave me a strange look but didn’t say anything until we got on the road.

  “What’s wrong? You look freaked out.”

  “Something just feels off. I don’t know what, but I feel like something bad is going to happen or something. I’m sure it’s nothing… but I want to get back, just to be safe.”