I can’t deny it; I love him. “But I can’t.”
“I’m not letting you go.” Hearing his conviction eases my pain. He’s making this decision. “No one’s gonna fuck you the way I do.”
A sad smile plays at my lips, and I huff a laugh as I wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt.
“Can we leave? Please?” If he could take us away, I’d leave right now.
“You can’t stop being family, doll.” Fresh tears prick at my eyes, and my face heats. I should know better.
“I can’t have Jax around this.” I can’t. I won’t. That’s not going to change.
“He won’t be.” Dom’s answer is quick. “I’m selling the business and getting a real job. I’m backing away from all of this shit.” His fingers grip my chin, and he forces me to look him in the eyes as he says, “You want me to stop working for my dad, then I’ll do it. If anyone can leave the familia, I can.”
I shake my head. I know that’s not how it works. “I have to go.” I need to leave him. Before he leaves his family, before he risks his life.
“I’m not letting you leave. I told you; you’re mine.” I love how determined his words are. But it’s not enough.
“I can’t.” My heart clenches and hollows with pain.
“You can. And you will. We’ll do this together. And after today, I can’t let you go. I refuse to let you leave me, doll.”
My head shakes uncontrollably. “I just can’t have Jax raised like this.” My chest heaves for air as heat washes through my body. “I don’t want this for him.” Hot tears leak down my face.
“I know, doll.” His thumb brushes a stray tear away as he looks at me with a sad smile.
“You know when I knew my family was a mob family?” he asks. “I found out when I was ten.” A humorless laugh leaves him. “The journalists from the papers waited for me outside of school.” A sad smile pulls at his lips. “I thought my pops ran a restaurant, that he was an entrepreneur.”
His smile vanishes, and his hand leaves me. “The reporters told me he was a crook, a murderer.” He says the words with distaste, practically spitting them. His eyes fall, and he swallows thickly. “I had no idea until then.” He shifts and looks uncomfortably at the door as he adds, “Ma cried her eyes out. She couldn’t even talk to me. Pops had to take me aside and tell me he had a business and when I wanted to know about it, he’d tell me.” He forces a tight smile. “I never asked.” He shakes his head. “Kids were always a little afraid of me at school, but other than that I think most things were normal. As far as I know.”
He takes a deep breath and says, “The only time I thought my father was disappointed in me was when I told him I wanted to go to college for statistics. He never said it, but there was a look on his face. I asked him about it later, and he said he was so ashamed of himself in that moment. That he’d planned something else for me, and that it never occurred to him I deserved better.”
“Got into Stanford, got my degree and a respectable job, and I fucking hated it. I can’t lie, doll, I don’t fucking like working.” His tone makes a small laugh leave my lips. “So I came home, and Pops told me no. He told me I was more than a gangster. He told me I’d be better than him.” A wicked grin grows across his face. “He was pissed when I told him I was a bookie. Didn’t tell him for nearly a year. But I was having some problems and needed his help. That’s when he let me in and gave me the books.”
“What I’m saying is,” he takes my hand in his and kisses the back of it, “I’m not the boss, doll. Our kids aren’t gonna know until we tell them. And they don’t have to be a part of this.” His eyes plead with me to believe him. “They don’t. I promise you.” He kisses the back of my hand again and his sad eyes return to mine as he adds, “But if you want to leave, we’ll go. Ma and the rest of the family will understand. You’ve already been through too much.” He shakes his head with his eyes on the floor. We don’t let our-” I crush my lips against his, and they’re hard at first, caught by surprise, but he molds them to mine and then parts my lips with his tongue. I push my chest against his, needing to feel him. Needing his love more than my next breath.
I break our kiss and gasp for air. “I love you, Dom.” Tears fall from the corners of my eyes. “I’m scared, but I fucking love you.” I shake my head as he gently grabs my face with his hands.
His forehead rests against mine as his lips come down to meet me. “Tell me you’ll stay with me. I promise I’ll love you till the day I die.”
“Yes, Dom. I love you. I just want to love you.” His arms wrap around my body, pressing my breasts against his hard chest.
“I love you, doll. I love you and your son, so fucking much.” My heart swells and pounds against my chest.
I know he does.
Epilogue
Becca
Three Years Later
My house smells like heaven. I dip the wooden spoon into the sauce and blow lightly. I don’t want to burn my tongue again like I did last time. I’m so damn impatient. I hesitantly taste it. Something’s off. My lips purse, and my tongue clucks against the roof of my mouth.
“Your mother is a liar.” I narrow my eyes at Dom, who smirks at me. “This is definitely not right.” He walks over to me, looking hot as hell. Bare feet, jeans and no tee shirt. His muscles ripple as he strides toward me. I don’t even bother trying to hide the fact that my eyes are glued to his body. Why should I give a fuck? If I wanna stare down my husband, I’m going to do exactly that.
His large hand wraps around mine, and he takes a lick of the sauce seductively. Watching his tongue take a languid lick makes my pussy clench. I bite my bottom lip to keep in the moan as his hand travels to my hip. He gives me a cocky grin. That bastard. He knows what he’s doing. We had a quickie this morning… and this afternoon.
“It’s perfect, doll, your taste buds are just all fucked up with your hormones.” He rubs my swollen belly and leans in to kiss me. I part my lips and moan into his mouth, greedily accepting his kiss. He pulls back and I’m slow to open my eyes, I’m just so tired. Not tired for sex though. My libido is ridiculous.
“Gross!” I smile and look over to the doorway of the kitchen, seeing Jax sticking his tongue out.
“Oh, yeah? I’ll remind you that kissing is gross when you get older. Only six years old, guess kissing is pretty gross to you, huh?” Dom walks back to the island, leaving me with a view of his perfect ass. He puts his hand out and Jax gives him his homework, just like he does every day.
“That’s my boy. Math is on point.” Dom shuffles through the sheets before turning to look at Jax. “Where’s English?”
“We had a substitute today,” Jax answers with his chin resting on the counter. “Did it all during free period.” I smile and turn back to stir the sauce and take another taste. I’m gonna tell Linda I lost the recipe and see if she gives me the same one. I smirk at my thought as Jax gathers his homework.
I dump the sauce over the meatballs and put them in the oven. I’ll fry them at the end. Just like she does. They’re the restaurant's best dish now that we fry them. I don’t do much now that we have the managers, but I want our sauce to be the best. And I have the final say when it comes to the details.
I brace my hands on the small of my back and stretch. This little one better drop soon. It’s getting hard to breathe.
“Alright, you hanging out with Mickey tonight?”
“Yup!” Jax answers, shoving the papers into his backpack.
“Just remember-” I start, but Jax cuts him off.
“I know, Mom! I’ll call when I get there.”
“Hey there, watch it.” Dom scolds Jax even though he has a smile on his face. “You be respectful to your mother.”
Jax sighs, “Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad. I just must be going through something.” I have to turn and face the stove before I crack up laughing.
“Yeah, okay. Get outta here.” Dom sends him away with a smile, and I finally turn around and lean against Dom.
His hands instantly go to my swollen belly, rubbing soothing circles. “How you feeling, doll?”
“Like I want this baby out.” I do. I’m so done with being pregnant.
“Two more days.” He kisses my belly. “Then finals will be done, and I won’t have classes.” I smile and let out an easy sigh.
“I know, Professor Valetti.” I lean down and give him a slow kiss on his lips. “This little one is already a daddy’s girl. She’s listening to you, not me.”
The baby monitor goes off on the counter; Ethan’s up. I check the clock and yup, it’s been two hours. “That was a good nap.” I yawn and pick it up and see our two-year-old rolling around and playing in his crib.
He laughs a low, deep chuckle against my lips. “Thank you, doll.”
I pull back with a questioning look. “What’d you do that you’re thanking me?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Thank you for loving me.”
My heart melts, and I mold my lips to his. He’s so fucking sweet. “Always.” I rub my hand along his stubble and give him a chaste kiss. “Love you.”
“I love you too, doll.”
The End
Keep reading to start His Hostage, Vince Valetti’s story.
His Hostage
Synopsis
From USA Today bestselling author Willow Winters comes a HOT mafia, standalone romance.
I was innocent before him, and he wanted nothing more than to ruin me.
And if I’m honest, I wanted him too, even knowing I shouldn’t.
I knew he was a bad man, it doesn’t take more than a single look to know it.
Dark eyes and a charming smile that’s made to fool girls like me.
Still, I caved; I gave into temptation.
And then I saw something I shouldn’t have.
Wrong place, wrong time. The mafia doesn’t let witnesses simply walk away.
Regret has a name, and it’s Vincent Valetti.
He won’t let them kill me, but he’s not going to let me go either.
Prologue
Elle
I already regret this. I walk farther into the office as he shuts the door with a loud click. Everyone must’ve seen me walk back here with him and they’re going to know what we’re doing. I feel like a cheap whore. His hands wrap around my waist and pull my ass into him. His hard erection digs into my back. My core heats as he leaves an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. His hot breath runs chills down my body, and I cave. I need this. My body molds to his, and my hands reach behind me and around his neck. My fingers tangle in his hair. I don’t care what they think. For once, I just want to feel good.
Vince
Good girl. I knew if I just got her alone I’d be able to loosen her up. She’s in need, and I know exactly what to do. My fingers tease her skin as I pull the camisole over her head. I have to pull away for a moment, and she takes the chance to turn around. She stands on her tiptoes to crush her lips against mine. I part her lips with my tongue and taste her, sucking on her bottom lip while I unhook her bra. I break away, and drop to my knees to unbuckle her shorts and pull them down. Lace panties. They’ll be easy to tear right off.
My breathing is loud, nearly frantic, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. I can’t believe I’m doing this. He tears through my panties with his thumbs and tosses them carelessly to the side, not taking his eyes off me. Another wave of arousal soaks my core as I clench my thighs. He grins and grips my hips, forcing my pussy into his face while he breathes in deep. I’d die of embarrassment, but his loud groan and languid lick make my eyes close, and my mouth part in ecstasy. He stands up and pulls my bra off of me, and the straps tickle my arms as I watch his eyes focus on my breasts. My nipples harden under his lust-filled gaze.
So fucking hot. I knew she was beautiful, but damn, I have to take a moment to appreciate just how gorgeous she is. I grip her thighs and lift her up so I can put her ass on the edge of the desk. I lean down and suck her hardened, pale pink nipple into my mouth. Her head falls back, and a soft moan falls from her lips.
He pulls back and lets my nipple pop out of his mouth before getting onto his knees. Holy shit. He’s gonna go down on me. My breath stills in my lungs and I try to close my legs from mortification, but his hands on my inner knees stop them and he pushes me wide open to stare at my pussy. My cheeks flame and I can’t look because I’m so fucking horrified.
“You want me to stop, sweetheart?” I know she doesn’t. I bet she’s never been taken care of like this before. She’s in for a treat. She bites her lip and shakes her head. I smile at her, and then focus my attention back to her needy, delicious cunt. Her pussy lips are glistening with arousal and I fucking love it. I lean down and take a long lick from her entrance to the clit. So sweet. I flick her throbbing clit with my tongue and she finally relaxes under me. I smile into her heat and grip her ass tight, angling her into a position that's good for me.
Oh my god. It feels so good. I have to focus on staying quiet. My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I shamelessly rock my pussy into his face. His tongue massages against my clit as his fingers dip into me and curl, hitting my G-spot and making my back arch. Holy fuck!
She’s loving what I’m doing; her body is so damn responsive, just like I knew she would be. I can’t wait to get into that pussy and watch those tits bounce. They aren’t the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen, but they’re perky and fit in my hands just right. I bite down on her clit, not hard, just enough to send her over the edge as her pussy clamps down on my fingers. She’s so fucking tight. Her pussy is going to feel like heaven on my dick.
My thighs squeeze around his head. I want to stop, but I can’t control my body. A cold sweat breaks out along my skin and I feel paralyzed as my body ignites with waves of pleasure.
Her arousal soaks my hand. I keep my fingers in that tight cunt, stroking her front wall and sucking her clit to get every bit of her orgasm out. I don’t stop until she’s lying limp on the table. I smile and gently place a hand on her trembling thigh. That should calm her ass down.
That pussy’s soft, hot, and wet. And waiting to be filled. I unzip my jeans and let them drop to the floor while I stroke my cock. It’s begging to be wrapped in her heat.
The sound of his zipper makes my eyes pop open and pulls me from my sated daze. Oh fuck! My heart pounds in my chest, and my breathing comes in shallow pants. I push the hair out of my face and swallow thickly. I’m going to lose my virginity. I don’t want it to happen this way.
She props herself up and closes her legs. My brow furrows with confusion and my body heats with anger. What the fuck is she doing? She leaving me high and dry? That’d be a fucking first. I know she enjoyed me feasting on her pussy. She’ll fucking love what I can do to her while she’s impaled on my dick.
I clear my throat and nervously try to reach his gaze. A violent blush reaches my cheeks and burns my chest. I just don’t want it like this. My pussy is begging to let him fuck me, and my dark fantasies want to come to life. I want him to take me and pound into me until I’m screaming. But I can’t pull the trigger.
“You all right, sweetheart?” His question holds a hint of admonishment. My mind goes wild with the thought of him holding me down and fucking me exactly how he wants. Punishing me for refusing him. But I don’t want to refuse him. I want to give him pleasure, too. I bite my bottom lip to steady the need to tremble. I scoot to the edge of the desk and drop easily to my knees.
She immediately takes me into her inviting mouth and sucks the head of my dick. I groan and let my head fall back and spear my fingers through her hair, putting easy pressure on the back of her head. Her hot, eager mouth feels so fucking good. She takes me in deeper and massages her tongue along the underside of my dick. Her head bobs on my cock and her cheeks hollow out from how hard she's sucking. I let her go at her own pace, but I really want to shove myself down her throat. I hold back though. She wouldn’t like the things I wanna do to her.
A sick fantasy of him skull-fucking me flash
es before my eyes, and I find myself taking him deeper than I’m able, trying to choke myself on his dick. My throat closes around his thick length and he pumps his hips in short, shallow thrusts. I pull back and breathe quickly while his hands clench into fists in my hair. As soon as I have air I take him in my mouth and do it again.
She’s acting like she fucking loves this. She pulls off again and licks the underside of my dick, stroking me with her hand while she licks my length. Her wide, blue eyes stare up at me. She’s looking for approval. “Baby, you keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum.” Just watching her, my balls draw up and my spine tingles, but I hold back the urge to cum. I’m not done with her yet.
I’ve never done this before, but I’ve read so many romance novels and articles… and watched so much porn. I know I need to shove him deep into my throat and swallow. I do it again and choke a little, but as soon as I can, I work him into the very back of my throat until I can’t breathe at all. My hands rest at my thighs. I want to massage his balls, or push against his taint searching for that little spot I read about that's supposed to make a man go off, but instead I dig my fingers into my thighs. I pull back and take a deep breath. I feel spit drip down my chin and I quickly wipe it away.
She’s too fucking good. I want in that hot pussy, but it’s not going to happen. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” I get ready to pull away; I’m sure she’s not the type of girl who’s gonna want to swallow. Although, I didn’t peg her to be so good at giving head either. The idea that’s she’s had practice pisses me off. I don’t get jealous, but I don’t fucking like that idea. Then my sweetheart does the sexiest fucking thing. She closes her eyes, sticks her tongue out flat under the head of my dick and pushes her breasts together.
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