MAFIA BOSSES - The Box Set: An Enemies to Lovers Trilogy
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A shiver of excitement slithered down her spine and she offered him a timid smile, raising her hand to wave at him.
Would he come back in here if I asked him? She wondered, biting on her lower lip. He raised his hand in a mocking salute and Cara felt her breaths quicken, a splash of heat gracing her crotch.
My God! What is it about him that gets me so wet? Even from here?
She’d never experienced anything like it before. She stared at him with confusion, her heart thudding with emotion. Lust and anger warred silently within her. Suddenly, he pivoted and she heard the sound of the alarm deactivate as he pressed on the key fob.
With an aching chest, Cara dropped her forehead against the window, wishing him back and hating him at the same time. Matteo drove away, leaving her feeling cheated.
Again.
Chapter 8
The anger brewing in him did not diminish as the weeks passed and Matteo was worried he might explode if it continued much longer.
Vito had been found, in an alleyway, five miles from the site where he had been killed. His shooting had been labeled a random act of violence, but Matteo knew differently.
Salvatore Vinucci had made an enemy of him. And for what? Although Salvatore could claim to have been acting in the name of defending his territory, Matteo knew the real reason for the senseless murder. Salvatore was trying to show Matteo what he was capable of.
Because of his sister.
That woman creates problems everywhere she goes. Nothing has changed, has it?
Logically, of course, Matteo knew that Salvatore’s insane act against him was not Cara’s fault, but he couldn’t stop himself from blaming her for what her brother had done.
Only Tomas knew the truth about what happened that night. Even Nick didn’t have a clue that another capo was responsible for the murder.
“Why would he do that?” Matteo’s uncle choked. “To kill a man in cold blood, a member of the familia!”
“He’s trying to prove himself. It’s a pissing contest.” Matteo didn’t mention the part about Cara. Somehow, he sensed his uncle wouldn’t approve.
“This is more than a pissing contest, Matteo! This is murder! You must tell Giovanni!”
“Tell him what?” Matt scoffed. “That his new golden boy is a psychopath? He’s not going to hear it from me or even you. The ties Gio has with the Vinuccis are much deeper than the ones he has with us.”
Tomas had no answer and Matteo sighed heavily. Even with the video they had been sent, there could be some question as to who the shooter was, even though Matteo knew for a fact that the bastard had been the shooter.
“There is nothing we can do with the video from that angle,” Matteo continued, his fists clenched. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t avenge Vito - in a way he would appreciate.”
“What are you going to do?” Tomas demanded, and Matteo could see he didn’t care for the look of steely determination in his godson’s eyes.
“It doesn’t matter,” the younger man replied. “Salvatore will get his. I promise you that.”
“Figlio, you need to think with your mind, not with that passion growing inside you. I know you’re upset about Vito but—”
“But what, Padrino? Am I supposed to just sit back and pretend nothing happened? He killed Vito because he stepped onto his turf. He forgets that this was our fucking turf before he got here, long before he got here.”
Matteo was becoming more furious with every day that passed, and Tomas reached out to steady him.
“I’m not suggesting you sit back and smile,” he countered. “I am suggesting that you think before you act. You are far too incensed to do anything right now.”
Matteo smiled coldly.
“You don’t know me at all if you think I’m impulsive, Tio.”
The look of uncertainty that crossed Tomas’ face still lingered in Matteo’s mind as he pulled his car into the dirt parking lot. It had taken him almost half an hour to reach his destination and he wondered if he was in the wrong place.
What is this fucking place now? He wondered, reluctantly stepping from his car. Instantly, his eyes fell on his sexy lunch date.
She sat on top of a dilapidated picnic table which faced the roadhouse bar, her golden red waves blowing gently in the wind. She hadn’t seen him yet and Matteo took the opportunity to stare at her for a moment.
She really is fucking beautiful.
For three weeks they had been sneaking around, meeting in obscure locations. It had started with an innocent text, one he’d fired off the morning after Vito was killed and fueled by a rage Matteo had never known.
She took so long to respond to the message, Matteo wondered if she even would. And really, she had no way of knowing for sure who it was. He was almost positive she’d be able to figure it out though. But would she take the bait?
They had gone swimming that day—naked at the beach on Virginia Key.
Matteo could still see her, teasing him with her sensuous body, her full lips puckered into a kiss.
“What’s the matter, caro?” she asked teasingly. “You don’t like my body?”
Matteo had been annoyed to realize just how much he admired her perfect little body, the curls between her legs enticing him like nothing else.
Get your head back in the game! Remember that there’s a purpose to this.
She had barely made it into the water before he was at her side, as nude as she was. Cara gasped, stunned by his sudden arrival, and before she could recover from her shock, he pulled her up into his strong arms, tasting the lips he had been unable to forget.
Cara’s mouth parted and his tongue made its way inside, exploring the crevices of her mouth, the tip darting along the ivory of her teeth until they clamped down against it, causing him to yelp.
“Puttana,” he growled, yanking his head back to glare at her, but she smiled sweetly.
“Sorry,” she lied with a grin.
Matteo splashed through the salty waves, dropping her on the white sand, his body crushing against her before she could wriggle away. His one hand pinned both of hers in a firm hold over her head.
She struggled slightly but not with enough effort to move him in the slightest, and he grinned devilishly at her efforts.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded, knowing she had already succumbed. But Matteo wanted her to fight, to writhe and feel his wrath.
“Nowhere,” she breathed.
“Fucking right you’re not.”
His head fell between her legs and she instantly wrapped her thighs around him as he delved into her, licking away the saline and grains of salt. He was not gentle and she cried out, her call echoing that of the gulls overhead only to be swallowed in the washing of the waves.
His mouth suctioned around her pulsating clit and he drove her higher and higher, not letting her go over the edge until he was ready to send her there.
“Oh merda,” she moaned. “Yes…please—”
He moved upward, his body pinning hers to the sand as he feasted on the flesh exposed to him. He cupped her breasts, his mouth settling over her nipple, drawing it into the heat of his mouth. Fire streaked straight to her clit. More liquid heat rushed to dampen her core.
His tongue and lips slid over to her other breast. She gasped when his mouth worked on her swollen needy flesh. Matteo reveled in her need, clamping his hand on her hips when she bucked upwards, demanding he put his mouth and fingers back where they had been.
He caught her nipple between his teeth and pulled not so gently. She gasped at the shock of electricity that zinged straight to her pussy.
“Dammit, Matteo! Please!” she begged. “I need more…”
The fire shooting from her nipples to her cl
it was making it difficult for her to string a complete sentence together. All she was aware of was the burning need in her body. The demand that she get him inside her now.
Her clit pulsed and ached. Her sex wept and clenched. He caught her hand and brought it down to her dripping, slick core.
“Put your fingers in. You feel that heat? All that honey? That’s all mine.” Then he brought her hand to his mouth and licked the honey off. Her sheath spasmed at the erotic sight.
His smile was pure sin. Absolute wickedness. Her breath rushed from her chest and her body nearly shattered into orgasm at that moment. Tension coiled through her, making her even more desperate for him.
He caught her waist and flipped her over on the soft sand. The moment her sensitized nipples scraped against the fine grains, she cried out, the pleasure raking through her. He lifted her hips, raising her onto her knees while his hand pushed down on her upper back, keeping her breasts pushed against the sand.
She tried to push her body backwards, inviting his cock to have its way with her, but he remained firmly in control of the scene.
His hand smacked hard onto her firm ass, causing her sex to clench hard again. A moan escaped her and she thought her whole body would just go up in flames.
Finally he slammed into her, causing a ragged scream to tear from her. “Oh God, please, yes….! Please don’t stop!”
Her frantic cries echoed across the beach. His hands tightened on her hips and then he was driving into her, again and again. Each ferocious thrust caused her breast to drag just a bit across the sand that now felt rough, sending even more heat flaring through her until she didn’t know if she could bear the sensations a moment longer without shattering.
Every inch of her body cried out for him to take it, lick it, fuck it and send it flying. There wasn’t a place on her body that didn’t belong to him in that moment.
One hand slid up her back, caught her around the throat and tilted her head back. The movement arched her back, creating an even deeper angle for his cock to sink into. Her body tightened even further around his cock.
“No. Don’t come yet, baby. I’m not ready for you to come yet,” he ordered.
She tried to hold back, but the pleasure was overwhelming. She clamped down with her internal muscles, trying to force Matteo over the edge with her, but another hard smack to her ass told her that he knew exactly what she was doing.
The resulting spasm of pleasure that rocked through her body dragged a moan from both of them, as more liquid heat flowed over him.
“Do you want me to tan that gorgeous ass of yours?” he gritted out. “I. Said. Don’t. Come. Yet.” Each word was growled out with a light and infuriating little slap to her clit.
“Matteo, god… I can’t hold back. I nee – “ she knew she was begging, but she couldn’t stop herself. Nothing had prepared her for sex with him. How could he know? How could he possibly keep taking her higher when she had never even been close to this? It was like he knew her body better than she did.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered. “Almost, love. Come on now, show me how much you need me.”
Another deep thrust and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Heat radiated through her, seeming to encompass her whole body. She couldn’t breathe, the force of her climax driving into every part of her body. The luscious waves kept coming and coming.
Strength left her all at once, as if her body couldn’t continue the rollercoaster ride of sensual feelings. She collapsed forward, her cheek touching the cool sand and her breasts coming down hard on the sand. The abrasion to her nipples caused another wave of pleasure to rocket through her, and her pussy clamped down hard again.
A vicious curse tore from Matteo as he lost his battle to draw out the pleasure even longer. He threw his head back as the orgasm tightened every muscle in his body. It ripped through him, harder than ever before. He impaled her on his cock once, twice, three more times, thrusting home with such force it rocked her body back over the sand and caused another tremor to pulse through her sheath.
The orgasm was never ending. Finally, Matteo collapsed over her, spent and utterly satisfied. A feeling of completion came over him, as he felt her body, still pulsing and throbbing in little waves.
His breaths escaped in rasps and he was shocked that his cock twitched again, as if it was ready to start.
Fuck! How could she be better than anyone he’d ever had? This was not the way it was supposed to be.
He wanted to start all over again. Pounding into her, drawing her body into his, wringing every bit of pleasure out of her, but he knew she was exhausted. He doubted she had ever had sex like that.
How could she? She’d surely never been fucked by someone who loathed her so much.
They did some swimming that day, but mostly, they’d stayed on shore, Matteo unleashing his mounting frustration on her in devilishly hot sexual ways which made Cara’s screams echo over Biscayne Bay.
Just thinking about that day got him hard again, even all this time later. Every day subsequently, he had made time to see her, despite her fear that Salvatore would catch them.
That’s the beauty of it, he thought grimly.
His plan was unfolding exactly as he wanted it to. The whole purpose is for you and your asshole brother to pay.
But as he watched her on the picnic table, gazing up at the pelicans sweeping toward the ocean, his breath caught in his chest. Lately, he had to keep reminding himself that this was a plan, not a real relationship. It was almost as if he had forgotten the only reason he was courting her.
Revenge.
Revenge for Vito and revenge for the way she had treated him all those years ago,
It’s all supposed to taste much sweeter than this. Why am I suddenly having trouble coming to meet her? Fuck!
He knew why.
This was the day he was ending it. The coup de grace. The denouement.
This was what he had been waiting for his whole life. He would be a fool not to see that Cara was as in love with him as she thought he was with her. What troubled him was that it was closer to the truth than he cared to admit. No matter how many times he tried to remind himself what she had done, what her family was about, his desire for her seemed to counteract everything.
“What are you staring at?” Cara called teasingly. “You thinking about leaving me here?”
Matteo forced a smile on his face and shook his head, the momentary weakness dissipating entirely. He had not forgotten what he was doing there. He couldn’t wait to see her face when he told her that he was sick of her, that she had just been a toy to satisfy his pleasures.
You’re doing this for Vito – and for yourself. Be strong! Her entire family is evil as fuck.
“You think I would leave a gorgeous woman like you in a place like this?” He strode toward her, glancing questioningly toward the seedy bar. “But I am questioning your taste in restaurants. In all of Florida, you couldn’t have found a nicer place?”
Cara returned his smile, cocking her head to the side sweetly and patted the table at her side. He joined her and waited expectantly for an answer. It was true that they were trying to avoid areas where they might be recognized, but this place was overkill.
“I always wanted to see a place like this,” Cara explained. “You see them in the movies back home but I had no idea they really existed.”
“You could have just asked,” Matteo grunted, but he had to admit he found the logic endearing. “That said, we’re not eating here. I doubt the health inspector has been by since it opened in 1972.”
Cara giggled and reached for his hand, squeezing it softly. Matteo didn’t pull away.
“Can we go inside for one drink?” she begged and Matteo found himself staring at her incredulously.
“Really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “You seriously want to go inside this shithole?”
A shadow crossed over her emerald irises and Cara shifted her gaze downward, a pink tinge touching her fair cheeks.
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nbsp; “You’re right, it’s silly,” she conceded. “Where should we go?”
Instantly, Matteo felt shame rising in him. There was clearly a reason she had picked the place.
What the hell do I care why she picked this place? He growled to himself but what came out of his mouth was something different.
“No,” he said firmly. “We can go inside.”
As he spoke, the flimsy wooden door to the entrance flew open and a cowboy couple emerged in ten-gallon hats, laughing hysterically. It was evident they were drunk, despite the hour not quite being noon.
Matteo had a comment but he kept it to himself as he glanced at Cara. To his surprise, she was still looking down, tears in her vivid eyes.
Cazzo! Why is she crying? She should save her tears for after I tell her to fuck off.
“Cara, I was just kidding,” he muttered. “We can go inside. You don’t need to get upset.”
For her to be tearing up over such a ridiculous reason was unlike the Cara he had tentatively gotten to know over the past weeks. She was not whiny or insecure and when they weren’t together, she didn’t call him a dozen times like some of the other women he’d known in his life. If Matteo had met her in another time or place, if he hadn’t been so keenly aware of what she was capable of, he would have considered her the perfect woman.
But he couldn’t forget…or wouldn’t.
So what if she’s crying? You’re going to make her cry worse than this soon.
“God, I’m such an ass!” she groaned, dabbing at the corners of her eyes with her fingers. “I’m not crying about – dammit! I’m not crying at all!”
She jumped to her feet, shaking her head as if she was trying to clear it.
“Come on,” she mumbled, turning toward his car. “Let’s go.”
“Wait!” he growled, also leaping to stand. “Come back here.”
She turned slowly, the embarrassment on her face clear and she lowered her eyes.
“I’m being dumb,” she muttered. “It’s just…”
Matteo was confused but he waited for her to finish her thought.