Nic lifted up to look at me, and the heat in his gaze made me burn even hotter. I reached down, unsnapped my jeans, and slid down the zipper before I lifted my hips so I could shove them, along with my panties, down and kick them off. His gaze swept over my naked form, spread out underneath him. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Ever.”
“Maybe we could move from the looking part of this evening to the doing?” I asked, feeling a little sassy, but a blush immediately heated my cheeks.
“So impatient, my bellissima. But I need another taste of you first,” Nic said. His hands were hot as he held my legs open. When he bent over my pussy, I felt his breath against me and jerked my hips up. His hold tightened, and my ass landed back on the mattress. I writhed underneath him, but couldn’t move my hips off the bed with his grip on me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Mine,” he growled, his tongue flicking against my clit.
“Yours,” I moaned, trying unsuccessfully to open my legs wider.
He trailed his tongue down one side of my pussy lips and back up the other, over and over again, driving me crazy. He alternated the swipes of his tongue with licks to my clit, easing off each time my body tightened with pleasure. After what seemed like hours of endless torture, he ran his tongue up the middle and drove it inside me.
“Yes!” I screamed, my hands clenched in the sheets as his tongue speared in and out of me.
“Tastes so good,” he murmured, sliding one of his hands around my hip and down my stomach until it rested over my clit, ever so lightly. He flicked it gently once, making my hips jerk. When he did it a second time, with a little more pressure, I felt a tightening deep in my belly. And on the third, I went off like a rocket. Nic licked me through my orgasm, flattening his tongue and softening his touch when I began to shudder at the end.
“Holy moly,” I whispered when it was over, making him chuckle as he licked along the skin of my inner thigh.
I lay limply on the bed, my legs sprawled, completely naked with him fully dressed above me. “I think you’re a little overdressed.”
“That I am, Gianna,” he agreed, swiftly removing his shirt and pants, leaving him in only a pair of black boxer briefs with a visibly hard bulge. A big enough one that I gulped in hesitation.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered, pushing his boxers down. His cock sprang free, long and hard. Impossibly long.
“You’re so big,” I breathed.
“I promise it’ll fit, mia dolce,” he swore, his fingers sliding against my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me. We shouldn’t have any problems. But let me stretch you out a little bit first.”
One of his fingers pumped into to me and I whimpered, even while I widened my legs.
“You’re so tight.”
He added a second finger, working them in and out of me. Stretching me. Getting me ready for him.
“I need to be inside you, Gianna. I’ll make it good for you, I promise,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me gently. “Give yourself to me now. Please.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “There’s no going back from this. You are mine, Gianna.”
“I know,” I whispered softly. There was no denying the way he made me feel. This was more than physical attraction. It might be crazy, but I was falling for him. Fast.
One of his hands held on to my hip and the other gripped the back of my thigh. I instinctively wrapped it around him, the other one following suit until I was able to lock my ankles together. His hardness nudged against me, and I felt a momentary panic. Then he was pressing into me. So slowly. Centimeter by centimeter, giving me time to adjust. It didn’t hurt, not exactly. I just felt stretched beyond my comfort because he was so big. After he bumped against the proof of my innocence, he pulled back slightly and drove into me with one powerful thrust of his hips. Then it hurt. I felt like he was tearing me in two.
“I’m sorry, mia dolce” he murmured, kissing the tears off my cheeks. “I tried to get you ready. To be gentle. I should have given you more time, but I wanted you too much.”
“You’re too big,” I cried.
“I’ll make it feel better, I promise.”
The utter sincerity in his voice soothed my heart but did very little for the physical pain I was feeling. I’d trusted him to go this far, so I waited, my eyes locked on his as my body adjusted. After a few minutes, the pain eased to an ache. One which didn’t take long to turn into the slightest tinglings of pleasure when my walls unclenched, and he slid deeper inside.
“Mmm,” I moaned, wiggling my hips and testing to see if there was any pain. “Feels good now.”
“You know you are right where you belong, Gianna. Don’t you?” I melted into him. “Tell me you know.”
I nodded, unable to speak but knowing he was right. I felt a desperation to be with him that should have scared me.
“I wanted to do this slowly the first time, Gianna. But I don’t think I can now. I fucking swear I’ll make it up to you, though.”
I reached up to rest my palm on his cheek. “It’s okay, Nic. Take what you need from me.”
He pulled out slowly, watching my face for any sign of pain. When there wasn’t any, he slammed his cock back into me with a hard thrust.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned. “Perfect.”
“Please, Nic. I need more,” I whispered, my body clenching against him as he drove in and out of me. He lifted one of my legs and brought it over his shoulder so he could get even deeper.
“Oh my,” I breathed at how far he went with the new angle.
He pumped into me, hard and fast, his eyes locked with mine as he watched the orgasm build in me.
“I think I’m gonna come,” I whimpered.
“Come for me,” he urged me. “Now, mia dolce.”
He dropped my leg off his shoulder, and I wrapped it around his waist as he continued to hammer into me. My fingers dug into his butt while I lifted my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. And then I flew over the edge again, clenching against his cock and taking him with me.
“Wow, that was amazing,” I whispered when my heart stopped pounding like crazy and I could speak again.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured in my ear, rolling onto his back and cradling me against his chest.
We lay there together, bodies entwined while we whispered to each other before he drew me a bath. He carried me into the bathroom, easing me into the water, insisting I needed it to soothe any aches away. When my bath was done, I could barely stand on my own, falling asleep as soon as my head hit his pillow. I woke up a couple of hours later, reaching an arm out for Nic, but found the bed empty next to me. Lifting up on an elbow, I found a note on his pillow telling me he’d been called away for a work emergency. It was the middle of the night, his sheets were stained with the proof of the virginity he’d taken from me, and he’d been forced to leave me there alone. He’d seemed more tense lately, stressed about something at work. It must be really bad if it pulled him from his bed at a time like this. I only wished he was willing to share some of the burden with me.
Chapter 8
Nic
“What the fuck?” I shouted as I slammed the door to the warehouse shut. “Someone had better be fucking dying to drag me away from my woman at three in the morning.”
“Well then, I guess I better fucking die, shouldn’t I?”
My head whipped to the side as two of my men dragged Brandon in through another door. He was leaning heavily on one as he limped forward, blood pouring from a wound in his thigh. I ran over and replaced one of the men, yelling at them to call for a doctor.
We took him to a back room kept for the overnight guards and laid him on an old twin sized bed.
“What the hell happened?” I demanded, grabbing a knife and cutting away at Brandon’s pant leg to assess the damage. Seeing it was just a graze on his upper thigh, I sent up a prayer of thanks
Brandon sighe
d, but when he didn’t speak right away, I looked up to find his expression the strangest mixture of embarrassment and rage, it was almost comical. He glared at the ceiling as he grit out, “Carly shot me.”
Shock almost knocked me on my ass. No fucking way. “Carly betrayed us?” I croaked.
Bandon’s expression got even blacker. “No, she shot me because I insinuated she might have.”
I shook my head a little, still confused. “Brandon, you pulled me out of a warm bed with the woman of my fucking dreams, so you could tell me you got shot for being an asshole?”
“No, motherfucker,” Brandon growled, “That’s why they”—he pointed at Freddy and Enzo—“called you. I called you because, while Carly was threatening to shoot me for being an asshole, the trigger only went off because someone shot at us first.”
Dread filled me. “What happened?”
“She ran away from me. And let me tell you, when I get my hands on her, I’m going to take her over my knee and spank her ass.” Brandon’s fist slammed against the wall as he finished.
“Bran!” I yelled, “Focus. What the fuck is going on? Who shot at Carly?”
“I don’t think they were aiming for her.” This was said by Freddy as he opened the door for another man to come inside the small room. The older, balding, portly man was a doctor who I’d known since I was a kid. Doc had been friends with my father, and he was the one we called for injuries if a hospital could be avoided.
“Move over, boy. Let’s see what this one is whining about.”
I stood to let him by, watching Brandon grumble at Doc for a second before turning a serious gaze on me.
“I was with Carly—don’t”—he held up a hand, clearly seeing my intention to question—“we don’t have time for that right now.” I raised a brow but let him continue. “Freddy and Enzo got to us just in time to see that little fucker Darby running off.”
“Would you stop wiggling, boy?” Doc snapped. “You need stitches and I’d rather not sew up your balls instead of the wound.” Doc smirked. “Though those may be pretty well shriveled and out of my way. Hear you got yourself shot by a little lady.”
Brandon rolled his eyes. “For the love of...”
I was getting ready to shoot someone myself. “Silence!” I exploded. I turned to Enzo, who’d been quiet this entire time, not surprisingly. He was usually more seen than heard. But, this was the reason I looked to him for answers. He often saw more than most and was deliberate in his thoughts when vocalized.
“Explain.”
Enzo crossed his arms and leaned back against the door jam, his body only half in the crowded room. “Freddy and I had just come off shift at the bar and were having a drink when we overheard a couple of little shits talking about a reward Pat O’Reilly just put out for the capture of any DeLuca.”
Rage boiled inside me but I stayed silent, knowing there was more.
“Darby, his youngest, was hanging with the group, and I saw him sneak out the back. He was packing, so we followed him. I don’t know if he knew where Brandon would be, or if it was by chance, but he stopped outside Bran’s house and hid in the bushes. There was a pretty loud argument happening inside”—Enzo’s eyes cut to Brandon, who scowled in return—“and when Bran came into view, Darby took a shot before we could get to him. He’s a piss poor shot and it went wild, but when we heard the second shot and Bran went down, we rushed the house to get to him.”
The wheels in my mind were spinning one hundred miles an hour. What Carly had been doing at Brandon’s house was a question for another day. What I was most concerned about was the likelihood that Darby saw his sister inside.
“Did Darby see her?” I directed my question to Brandon, anger at the situation and worry putting a bite in my voice.
He nodded slowly. “It’s why she took off. She wouldn’t listen when I told her it was better for her to stay with me. I couldn’t exactly chase after her. She cursed me to hell and back, then hightailed it out of there.” He stopped and his eyes darted away, reluctant to continue. I stalked up to the head of the bed and got right up in his face, sick of his evasions.
“Stop fucking around and tell me the rest of it.”
“The thing is,” he said hesitantly, “she came to tell me about the reward.”
“For shit’s sake, Brandon!” I yelled. “Darby’s probably told Pat by now, and she’s out there on her own because you couldn’t do what you were specifically told to do and keep your fucking mouth shut?”
Brandon’s lips tightened into a thin line, but his expression gave no indication to what he was thinking otherwise. “I’ll find her.” I stared into his eyes and nodded when I saw the conviction there. It went beyond duty, though, and I worried about what might have sparked between the two of them.
Speaking of sparks, I was ready to get back to Gianna, but I knew I’d be stuck cleaning up this clusterfuck for the rest of the night. Doc finished up Brandon’s leg and told him to get some rest, but it was clear he had no intention to follow the suggestion. As soon as he could, he was out the door.
I dispatched Freddy and Enzo to get a couple other guys and put their ear to the ground. I wanted to know everything there was to know about the reward and how far the word was being spread. For as long as I could remember, we’d done our best to keep our family and businesses in a state of peace with the other local gangs, or whatever you want to call them.
Ever since my father died, Pat O’Reilly had been trying to stir up shit between the families. But now he’d gone too far. It was time for me to step up, and considering the fragile state of my relationship with Gianna at that moment, it was just another reason to be out for his blood.
I returned home and silently made my way to the second floor. As I passed Sophia’s room, I peeked in and looked at the empty bed, littered with dolls. She was my princess, the light of my life, and now I had another female who was just as precious. They both needed to be protected.
Continuing on to my own bedroom, I padded over to my bed and gazed down at the beautiful woman sleeping peacefully. Her dark hair was splayed behind her and she was on her side, curled around my pillow, the sheet dipping low, showing off the smooth, creamy expanse of her back. I longed to slip into its place but there was work to be done. Bending down, I whispered a kiss across her lips, then went back downstairs to my office.
I started by sending an e-mail to a business associate of mine. He ran a security company and among other things, he provided private security. I wanted bodyguards on Gianna and Sophia first thing. Then I contacted the buyers of our next two shipments and moved the time and location of the sales. I was still working when the sun came up and sometime later, a knock on my office door drew my attention.
“Enter.”
Antonio shuffled into the room, mostly shutting the door behind him before taking a seat in the chair across from me.
“We need a show of leadership, Niccolo,” he said seriously. “It’s one thing to tell the family, but it’s time to make it clear to everybody else. We need a response to this challenge from O’Reilly. Make it clear you’re not a pushover, and nobody fucks with the DeLucas.”
I sighed and passed a hand over my beard, scratching my chin, and thinking. “I’d rather not start a war, Antonio. I don’t want the lives of my family, any of them, put in any more danger from my work.”
Antonio nodded slowly. “I understand, Nic. But, they are in even more danger if you appear weak.”
“Do you have a suggestion?”
He shrugged, a regretful expression on his face. “Unfortunately, that’s going to have to be all you. I was never cut out for this, Nic. I just know that it’s time to take a stand, and for this family to survive, it can’t be me leading the charge.”
I knew he was right. I was going to have to be extremely careful and strategic if I wanted to keep the peace.
“Have you told her yet?” Antonio’s voice wasn’t reproachful, merely curious, but guilt creeped in anyway.
“N
o. I really can’t avoid it any longer. With everything being such a clusterfuck, she’s bound to find out and I want her to hear it from me.” My voice hardened with resolve. “I won’t let her go.”
Antonio nodded and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. I glanced at my watch and saw it was a little past seven.
“I don’t want whomever that is waking Gianna,” I said as I stood and walked around the desk.
Antonio got up as well and patted my back when I passed by him. “I need to get going anyway. We’ll talk another time.”
We entered the back hall, and while I headed to the front door, Antonio went to the kitchen and left through the back door. At the far end of our tiny yard was a gate to a back alley, and there was a side alley one block up that cut through two streets. He only lived ten blocks away, so exiting through the back got him home a little faster.
I heard the murmur of voices from the front of the house and frowned, irritated that the person had woken Gianna. I’d worn her out the night before and she needed rest.
Reaching the front parlor, I recognized Carly’s voice. My emotions were at war, one-part glad to see she was okay, and the other angry, not wanting Gianna anywhere near the mess Carly was embroiled in.
I turned the corner just in time to hear Carly say, “The word is spreading about you. But, I have to say, you aren’t what I expected. You seem awfully innocent to be with the ruthless, gun-running head of the local mafia.”
I screeched to a halt. Oh fuck.
Danger
Mafia Ties #2
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Anna Martin was looking for a nanny position, but she found more than she bargained for when she fell for single dad Nic DeLuca. When she finds out he’s a mafia boss, her head tells her to run but her heart tells her to stay. With his baby girl in the hospital, Anna stands by her man in his time of need. But when danger swirls around them, will they manage to find happiness together?
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