A New Don: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Romantic Suspense)

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by Rowena


  I can’t stand in front of her a moment longer. Her display of bravery, her touch, have aroused me. My cock is rock-hard and bulging in my pants.

  “Thanks,” she calls after me.

  “Yeah. Actually, follow me. I want to discuss something with you in private.”

  “Sure,” she says, and I hear her footsteps behind me.

  I lead the way out to the catwalk then around the bend.

  My suite is on the opposite side of hers.

  The guards are posted outside, so I make it to my rooms without having anyone notice my erection.

  I unlock my door, then walk inside, turning to hold it open for her strategically, positioning it to hide my bulge.

  My rooms are spacious compared to the others.

  I have a sitting room with couches and television, a small kitchen, and a separate bedroom and bath.

  Bella walks in, and I can’t stop myself from staring at her ass as she walks past. The sway of it makes my dick even harder under the tight jeans she’s wearing, accenting the swell and lines of her perfectly.

  I close the door and lock it.

  She stops then turns and looks at me.

  Her eyes go right to my cock and all the invitation I need is in the way her tongue darts out between her lips.

  I grab her to me and our faces smash together in a passionate kiss. I pour myself into her through that kiss, drinking her back in, filling the void I create.

  I grab her ass and press my cock into her jeans, wanting desperately to bury my throbbing dick in her wetness.

  Her breasts press against me as we stumble backward until she comes up against my couch.

  “Wait,” she says, pulling back, gasping.

  “What?” I ask, my voice tight with need and desire.

  “Slow down. Enjoy it.” She puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back. “Tease me and please me.”

  Her smile spreads and the room lights up with it.

  I want nothing more than to please her. I want to make her mine.

  I’ve never felt this way about any woman before.

  I don’t know how she’s gotten under my skin, past my armor, but I want her forever. I’ll do anything for her.

  It’s why I couldn’t say no to her. I don’t have a choice when she wants something—I want to give it to her.

  I step back and let her have control.

  Her eyes roam my body and she licks her lips.

  My dick jumps in my boxers when she does that as my scrotum tightens. Stickiness pours into my underwear. Damn it, I need her.

  “Show me,” she breathes heavily. I shake my head no. “Undress for me, Donnie.”

  She runs her hands over her breasts then down across her flat stomach and dives them between her thighs.

  As her hands come up, she hooks her shirt and pulls it off over her head.

  I slide my jacket off then toss it beside her over the back of the couch.

  Slowly, I unbutton my shirt then let it join the jacket.

  I’m wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and my pants.

  She smiles and blows me a kiss, nodding her appreciation.

  “More,” she says, her voice husky.

  She undoes her pants and one hand drives into the opening and under the elastic of her panties.

  Her eyes half close and she moans softly.

  I can’t move slowly.

  I step out of my shoes then drop my pants in a flash.

  My boxers are tented, and I need relief desperately.

  Her free hand moves up and around her breasts while I can see her fingers working under her pants that are slowly sliding down.

  “Damn, Bella,” I groan, sliding a hand into my boxers and gripping my shaft.

  “You want this?” she asks, her hips undulating as she does.

  “Yes,” I whisper, stroking my cock in time with the speed I see her fingers working.

  “Not yet,” she breathes. “Show me.”

  “What?” I ask.

  “Your cock. Show me your huge cock. Pull it out, play with it for me.”

  I obey.

  My boxers hang on my erection as I try to pull them down, and I have to let it go to use both hands to free it. They drop and my dick points straight at her.

  “This?” I ask.

  “Stroke it,” she says, wiggling her hips and causing her pants to drop to her ankles.

  She spreads her legs wide and I can see her fingers rubbing her clit while her middle finger penetrates her soft, silken folds.

  The scent of our exposed sexes fills my nostrils, driving me crazy with desire.

  I grab my cock and hold it upright, then I start stroking it slowly for her.

  “Yes,” she moans, rubbing faster. “Stroke your cock for me. Stroke it!”

  I do as she says, unable to speak. She’s so fucking sexy!

  I continue stroking, tightening my grip on the upstroke and easing it on the down.

  I stroke and move closer to her until there are only inches between us.

  She rubs her pussy as I stroke my cock.

  It’s driving me wild.

  My free hand finds her breasts and I pull her bra down to hook under them, exposing her hard, pointy nipples.

  I tease them with my thumb and forefinger, loving the feel of them under my touch.

  She cries out her pleasure, and I almost lose my load.

  “This what you want?” I ask.

  I continue stroking myself and a few drops of cum appear.

  “God, yes,” she says.

  “Your tight pussy needs to be filled?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  “Whose pussy is it?”

  “Yours, Donnie. All yours, fuck!” she exclaims, her hand rubbing even faster.

  “Right, mine,” I growl, moving closer still.

  The scent of her is more intoxicating than the best whiskey. It fills my nose, making me feel heady and alive.

  “You going to fuck me?” she asks.

  I close the distance and kiss her with bruising force, claiming her lips. My cock presses against her abdomen.

  I grab her hair and pull her head back then kiss my way down her neck, eliciting feminine whimpers.

  My free hand rubs her tits, rolling one of them between my fingers. Bella moans, her hips thrusting against me.

  Then she pushes me back, her heavy eyes staring down at my cock.

  She lowers herself to her knees.

  Her tongue darts out and flickers along the slit of my cock, cleaning the drops of cum.

  A shudder runs up my spine and I push forward toward her lips, penetrating her warm, wet mouth. It’s like heaven.

  She runs her tongue around the head of my cock, teasing me.

  She does that for a few moments then she drives my cock straight into her throat.

  I can’t hold back.

  As I hit the back of her hot throat, my cock explodes.

  It jerks over and over, pumping into her throat while she bravely takes it all, holding on to my pulsing shaft.

  I finally stop and her mouth slides off my cock slowly, lapping it clean with her tongue as she retreats.

  I’m still rock-hard.

  I reach down and grab under her arms, easily lifting her to her feet.

  Wrapping one hand in her hair, I force her head back and kiss her, this time driving my tongue into her mouth.

  We kiss deeply, our tongues dancing together, then I break the kiss.

  Keeping one hand in her hair, I turn her around and force her to bend over the couch. I rip her panties down with one hand, then position myself at her opening.

  She is wet and ready.

  I rub the head of my dick up and down her slick core, and she jumps as I pass over her swollen bud.

  I reposition my dick at her entrance and thrust into her fully, making her arch.

  My eyes close as I’m transported to another plane.

  I push all the way to my hilt, holding there, savoring her pussy gripping my cock as she moans h
er pleasure.

  I pull out slowly until just the head is inside, then I thrust into her hot, slick hole again.

  I grab onto her hips with my free hand and pull her to me then push her off while pulling her hair with each thrust.

  I pump harder, faster than ever before, claiming her.

  I’m taking what’s mine.

  Her, me—we belong together.

  I take my hand off her hips and reach around to grab her tit. Finding the nipple, I roll it between my thumb and forefinger as I slide in and out of her, and she rewards me with a loud cry.

  She’s using one hand to help hold herself up and the other hand drops to find her clit. Knowing she’s touching herself while I’m driving my cock in and out of her pushes me beyond the limits of my control.

  I fuck her with wild abandon, and she’s getting louder as I thrust again and again, our skin slapping together rhythmically.

  There’s a slow buildup from the base of my cock spreading to the tip.

  Soon, I’m releasing inside of her, pumping load after load deep into her as I hold her up with one hand on her hip, the other entwined in her glossy dark hair.

  As my cock finally softens, I pull out of her slick pussy.

  I help her stand, then we’re holding each other up, both weak in the knees.

  I help her around the couch, and we collapse together in each other’s arms, kissing, and sort of laughing—almost delirious with happiness.

  As I stare into her eyes, I can see she actually cares.

  I know it; I feel it in my bones.

  And I know that I care about her.

  13

  Donnie

  “You reading me, Donnie?” Francesca’s voice crackles in my ear.

  “Yes,” I reply. “Loud and clear.”

  “Of course, it is,” Max mutters next to me.

  We’re sitting in a van, waiting for the signal.

  Bella looks from Max to me, so I shrug and smile.

  I don’t know what’s been bothering him, but he’s definitely being weirder than normal.

  “It’s fine, Max,” I say, trying to soothe him.

  He glares at me then returns to his computer.

  “They’re arriving,” Francesca says. “Three vans pulling up.”

  We wait in tense silence for her to report.

  I’m with the team at the manor, she’s monitoring the docks with a small team ready to spring the trap and catch anyone who escapes.

  “Jesus,” she whispers. “Two more vans. There must be fifty men here.”

  “Good,” I answer.

  “All right, they’re here,” she says.

  I close my eyes, take a deep breath and hold it.

  Bella takes my hand as I let it out a long exhale.

  In my mind, I can see Francesca monitoring the exchange through the scope of her rifle.

  It’s time. This is the moment where plans meet reality.

  This works or a lot of us will be dead in a few minutes.

  “Green light,” I say into my microphone.

  Guns rattle, doors slide, and we’re in motion.

  I climb out behind my men who are armed in tactical gear.

  Bella and I are both wearing kevlar vests for protection.

  I’m armed, but she refused to carry a weapon.

  She and I stay back while my men breach the outer wall of the compound.

  Gunfire erupts from behind the brick wall and then everything goes silent and dark.

  They’ve cut the power and eliminated the first layer of guards.

  “Clear,” Alex says over the radios.

  The two men with Bella and me lead the way into the compound.

  “That way,” Bella says, pointing to our left.

  The men follow her directions, and we make our way down a path lined with flower beds.

  Everything is quiet—too quiet—and it’s making me nervous.

  Something seems off.

  “Max,” I say into my mic.

  “What?” he asks, still surly.

  “Francesca okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m busy,” he replies.

  Bella looks over her shoulder at me, worried too, but as it is, there’s nothing I can put my finger on as being wrong.

  I’m probably just being paranoid. No plan goes perfectly, but so far mine is.

  We reach a white side door and there, beside it, is a palm scanner exactly like Bella said there would be.

  The men look at it then back at me.

  I shake my head and motion Bella forward.

  “All you,” I whisper.

  She smiles and places her hand on the scanner.

  It lights up and a red light moves across her hand.

  We all hold our breath when it finishes, waiting for an alarm to sound.

  The door clicks and then she opens it.

  The men waiting push her gently aside and then move in through the door.

  Gunfire erupts, and I grab Bella, pulling her down.

  She squeals but doesn’t resist.

  Two of my men shout, and one cries out in pain, falling backward.

  A shotgun fires the report of it, booming above the submachine guns my men are using.

  The glass on the door explodes, showering us with deadly shards.

  I shield Bella as best I can as it tinkles to the ground.

  My men fire in short bursts then someone further in the house cries out and the firing stops.

  “Clear,” comes across our radios.

  We enter the house and start clearing it one room at a time.

  It takes what feels like forever.

  Two more of my men are injured in the process, but we’re taking them out. The odds are still in our favor.

  While passing a doorway beyond a room already cleared, something moves out of the corner of my eye.

  Whirling toward it, I bring my pistol to bear just as the man who was hiding somewhere in the room fires.

  My shot hits his shoulder and his shot goes wide.

  Bella screams, dropping to her knees and covering her ears.

  The man falls to the ground then one of the men with me shoots him again.

  “Are you hit?” I shout, my heart pounding.

  “No, I’m fine. I’m okay,” she says, her voice shaking.

  “Good, let’s keep moving. Where would he be? Why haven’t we found him yet?”

  “His study, next floor,” she says, pointing down a hall.

  “Take it,” I order the men with us.

  They rush forward in formation then leapfrog their way up the stairs.

  We meet no resistance as we make our way up then we’re outside a set of oak double doors with brass accoutrements.

  They look to me and I nod for them to take it.

  One of them steps in front of the doors and kicks them open.

  The other men rush in and I brace myself for the first shots, but nothing happens.

  “Clear,” the leader calls out.

  I walk in with Bella by my side.

  It’s empty. No one.

  “He should be here,” Bella says, turning in a slow circle. “Something’s wrong.”

  “Donnie,” Max suddenly says, his voice high-pitched as it travels over the radios.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Something’s happening,” he says, and his voice cracks.

  The radios crackle then the sound of machine guns echo through the radio and people are screaming.

  “What the hell is going on?” I scream into my radio.

  “The docks—they’re in trouble,” Max says.

  “Goddamn it. Donnie, we’re in trouble, AH!” Francesca screams, right as a bone chilling sound that can’t be anything but a bullet hitting flesh sounds across the radio with a dull thud.

  “Francesca? Francesca!” I scream into the radio.

  Laughter drifts across the radio waves.

  “Hello? Is this thing on?” Emilio Baldini says mockingly on Francesca’s radio.

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p; “Emilio,” I exhale.

  He laughs and the evil sound goes on and on.

  “Oh my, King Donnie,” he continues. “You really are a fool. You thought you could play me?”

  “I’m going to kill you,” I growl.

  “You tried! And just like your father, you failed.”

  “It’s not over yet,” I say.

  “See? You really are a fool,” he says. “It was over the moment we shook hands. I won and you lost right there. Isn’t that right, Maxwell?”

  “Maxwell? What the hell is he talking about?”

  “I’m sorry, Donnie,” Max says, his voice choking. It sounds like he’s crying. “I’m so sorry…”

  “Max, what have you done?”

  Something clicks.

  I look around for a source when the doors slam closed with a resounding boom.

  My men turn circles with their guns at the ready, but there isn’t a target.

  Something hisses, and there’s a green gas pouring from holes in the ceiling into the room. It pools on the floor, smelling of ammonia and something like sulfur.

  Coughing, I cover my nose and mouth with a handkerchief.

  “Don’t breathe!” I order. “The door—shoot the door!”

  The men train their weapons on the door and fire in full automatic, but the bullets hit ineffectively, chipping at wood.

  The wood bursts away then they’re hitting reinforced steel and ricocheting around the room.

  “Stop!” I yell as a bullet whizzes past my head.

  “Donnie,” Bella cries, tears streaming down her face as she coughs.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, taking her hand with my free one.

  There has to be a way out. Something, somehow.

  What am I missing?

  I’m lightheaded, can barely think.

  Everything is starting to spin.

  Two of the men drop to the ground in a heap.

  Bella’s grip on my hand weakens, then she falls to the ground as well.

  I’m the only one up.

  I climb up on the desk, grabbing a bronze statue of an eagle’s head as I do.

  I slam the statue against the small pipe in the ceiling, bending it enough that the gas is coming in slower but not stopped.

  I weave back and forth, looking around, but there are a dozen more of them.

  The gas is as high as the desk now and I can’t resist any longer.

  My knees give out and I collapse.

  While struggling to remain conscious, I hear a click then a side door opens.

 

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