“I can’t give you what you want when you don’t behave.”
My lips crush against hers in a long, deep kiss. Her eyes dance when I pull back, her chest burning red.
“I love you.”
She keeps saying that as her defense. It pulls at my heart and pisses me off at the same time. I love her, too. That’s why I need to show her who’s boss.
Her eyes widen when I push my hips, the head of my cock spreading her open slightly. “Remember the rules?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not going to come until I want you to.”
A bit of pressure opens up her pussy, the lips guiding my cock inside as a moan shudders through the stream of water. It’s incredibly hot to see myself buried balls deep. The marks I made earlier today shine in angry red blotches all over her tits.
I keep my dick anchored inside her as I grind her. Her heart beats against my chest as I crush her body, kissing her neck.
“There’s another part of your job I forgot to mention. Can you guess what it is?”
Beatrice utters an incomprehensible moan.
“It’s to spread those beautiful legs for your husband, whenever he wants.” I pull back, watching as the vein on my cock throbs.
“Your job is to take my cock and milk me dry.”
She cries out as I slowly sink back inside her. Her lips seek me out, but I hold her head straight. I want her desperate. My tongue runs over her neck and I bite down. She gasps at the sudden sting and then sighs in relief when I wet her with my tongue.
“Yes, I want it!”
I really lucked out getting such a horny wife. Then I reach down and massage that swollen clit, pinching it tight as her slick walls clench my dick, wanting more of me. I slide out, even though it’s torture.
“I know you do,” I say in a chuckle, ramming her hard again. “I’m not going to stop coming inside that sweet cunt until I have enough kids to satisfy me.”
And even then it’ll be hard not to fuck her bareback, to feel her raw pussy gripping my cock. Goddamn, it makes me so fucking worked up to think that I knocked her up. All those nights in Vegas when we were trying to have a baby. She wanted it so fucking badly that she’d cry when the tests were negative. Every goddamn day she was begging for my cum. It was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had, and I want it again. I want it over and over. And I want a family—a big family.
Even though I know she’s pregnant, the urge to fill her up consumes me like a fire, eating away at my flesh. I need her. I need this fucking hot body to be mine.
My balls slap against her wetly as I pound her against the glass. The water washes away some of the lubrication, and it hurts, but it also feels really damn good. Especially when she claws my shoulders.
“Jack! Can I come? Please?”
I slow down and pull out of her, even though I want to drive right back in.
“No.”
Then I let her down, my cock screaming for release. I kneel at her feet and spread her legs apart. With my head right under her pussy, I use my thumbs to spread her lips apart and then I stroke that jeweled nub with my tongue.
“Jack! Oh God!”
I reach back and lick her silky pussy as water heats my body. Her taste fills my mouth and I drink greedily like a man starved of thirst. I close my mouth around her and suck, feeling her muscles quivering around my tongue. It buries inside her until my nose smashes her cunt, and then I pull back, flicking her clit.
“Oh Jesus, Jack!”
Man, it turns me on to hear her scream my name. It rebounds sharply off the tiles, as well as the swift slap across her ass.
I spread her apart again, loving how flushed she is and the way she digs her fingers into my hair, trying to yank me upright. Instead my finger slides into her soaking pussy and she grinds against me. I pull it out and curl my tongue in her wetness. She yanks hard.
“Fuck me, Jack.”
I ignore her.
“I’m sorry for—for what I did, just please!”
I stand up before she can get the last words out. “I don’t believe you.”
Her wet lashes blink at me plaintively and I draw her in. She presses her lips against mine, hungrily seeking out my tongue.
“Do you like tasting yourself?”
“Yes.”
Dirty girl.
She barely answers before crushing my lips again, her moans shuddering through my mouth.
“Please,” she cries. “I swear I’ll never do it again.”
I hold her flushed face until she stills. “No one will ever hurt you again.”
Then I grab her waist and spin her around, shoving her back down so that she plants both palms on the fogged glass. Her beautiful ass rises to me, the black calligraphy winking at me: Property of Jack. I grab a fistful of her ass and slap her. My palm stings with the force of the blow, and I watch as my handprint sears over her skin. My cock pounds with an ache, the head dripping as I pull her cheeks apart and dive into her warmth. She throws her golden head back and buckles against my thrusts. My eyes devour every inch of her body. There’s not a part of her that I don’t like. Everything, from the shape of her pink nipples to the mound of her pussy, to the way her ass jiggles when I fuck her from behind. Her walls feel like smooth silk, tightening over my cock. They pull at me, and I dive back in. Her breath cuts off with every stroke. High cries hit the ceiling as I lean in, grabbing her swaying tits. I slap Property of Jack, loving her for getting that tattoo.
“I love you!”
Goddamn it.
I’ve heard it from other women before, of course, but it never gave me a thrill like it does now. Never wanted to say it back.
“Come, baby. Do it for me.”
She lets out a whine and bucks against me. My balls slap her hard enough to hurt me and then I keep my dick lodged inside her. Convulsions ride like a wave along my cock, and she grinds me with a long moan that makes my dick pulse. Blonde hair twists around my hand as I pull her head, making her arch into that elegant slope. The need burns with hotter flames and it’s so fucking hot in the shower. The blistering heat beats on my back, heightening every sensation until I feel drunk. I yank her, she bounces off my hips, and the pressure builds—then all of a sudden I feel the release.
It’s pure gold. Ecstasy. Tension leaves my body as my cock swells inside her, claiming her body as mine. I feel the burst, the sweet release of pressure. Then her pussy feels warm and wet, and I keep digging my cock in, pushing my cum deep as I’m driven by instinct.
My cock twitches, the sensation gripping my thigh. Breathing hard, I reach back and dial down the heat. She stands up and lies against the glass wall with her forearms, completely exhausted. My arm curls around her waist and she turns, her freckles burning.
“I love you, too.”
BEATRICE
“Walk to Papa!”
My cousin grips my baby’s chubby hands for balance as he walks on shaky feet. Jack kneels on charcoal-gray slacks in the middle of Johnny’s living room, his hands outstretched toward his son.
“Go on. Walk!”
Michael turns his head toward my voice and stumbles toward me. “Mama!”
A smile pulls at my lips as my baby boy’s face wrinkles with a smile. “No, papa! Go to papa!”
“Come,” Jack says in a stronger voice.
The one-year-old totters faster, Maya holding on to his hands until we cheer. Michael squeals with delight as his father takes him in his arms and kisses his cheek. A warm glow fills my chest when Jack cradles our son, a brilliant smile on his face.
“Mama!” A two-year-old boy with thick, dark-brown curls runs from Johnny’s legs and tugs on his mother’s skirt.
“What is it?”
His eyes glaze with tears as he looks at the baby receiving all the attention. Maya gives me a knowing grin.
“Aw, he’s jealous. Come here, Matteo.”
The shy toddler walks to me with urging from his mother, “Go to your zia,” and I hoist him in my arms
. He plays with my shirt and I smile at Johnny, who stands across the room. Only a year ago he wouldn’t let me touch his son. Now he’s godfather to Michael. My life feels like a dream. Every day I wake up, expecting them all to vanish, but I’m still just as happy as I was the day before.
“Let’s go outside. Food’s ready!”
Jack follows Johnny through the living room, but Maya stops for a second, her hand still over her swollen belly.
“What is it?”
“Just kicking.”
Relief floods my cousin’s face as we continue walking to the patio outside, where a charcoal grill hisses with sausage links and hamburgers. I watch them interact outside, marveling at the change between them. Ever since that night at the clubhouse, things have been different. Johnny warmed up to both of us and started inviting me over when everything cooled down.
Thinking about the MC sends a dart of pain in my heart. For months it’s been like walking on pins and needles. The president, Reg, somehow survived and there was a violent reshuffling in the leadership of the mob. Traitors had to be dealt with. Jack doesn’t tell me much about it. The first few months were the worst, when I was holed up in a safe house with Maya. Then there was the stress of the indictments for the Trudeau heist, and then finally the Mafia and the MC hammered out a truce to stop the CSIS investigation in its tracks. Again.
Who knows how long it’ll last.
My parents. Cousins. They’re still at the fortress. The place I used to call home is closed to me forever.
The sadness gripping me brightens when Matteo grabs a chunk of my hair and tugs sharply. The frown on his pudgy face makes me burst into laughter.
“All right. All right.”
I hand off Matteo to his mother, who buckles him into the child seat around the patio table.
“Sausages need a couple more minutes,” Johnny says.
Jack wanders the yard and finally stops at my side, sliding an arm around my waist as he plants a kiss on my cheek. “Did we make a beautiful kid, or what?”
Heat slowly rises up my spine when he squeezes me and I stare into Michael’s deep-brown eyes. They’re exactly the same shape as his father’s.
“Babe, I invited your parents over for dinner next week.”
“What?”
A mischievous grin spreads over his handsome face as he quickly looks behind him. “Johnny doesn’t have to know.”
Tears prick my eyes. “They’re really coming?”
“Yeah. I figure it’s about time I meet them.”
A soaring feeling fills my chest. “I can’t believe you’d do that for me.”
“Of course I would. I love you.”
His arm pulls me tight and suddenly the world shines a lot brighter. The warmth of the sun seeps into my skin until I can feel my mood lifting. I share one last look with the man who gave me everything, and then we lose ourselves in another kiss.
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The last thing I need is a wife and kid.
The only settling down I do is at night, when I take a girl home to f*ck. I get laid to unwind from the chaos in my life. I live to hear them scream my name, but one night is all they get.
One night was all I needed.
Until I knocked up Maya.
It was supposed to be one night. But one wild night made me want another, and another. I’m addicted to every inch of her body. Now that I have her, I can’t let her go. I thought I never wanted a family, but now I can’t imagine life without one.
Only, there’s a problem.
Her father wants me dead.
I didn’t know she was his daughter.
I don’t give a damn.
She’s mine. Our child is mine. I protect what's mine.
Even if it means war.
CHAPTER 1
Smoke shifts in front of me in a gray haze, obscuring the bodies surrounding me. Desaturated shapes move behind the smoky background, and I search through them. It’s hard to tell what makes my veins burn with the need for more—more wine, more cigarettes, and more pussy.
Music pounds into my chest like a second heartbeat, mirroring the vicious desire thrumming through my veins. Cocktail waitresses whisk the smoke-filled room like apparitions. Their clothes cling to their bodies like Saran Wrap.
Scantily clad girls are magnets for my cock, and being the boss means I can have my pick of any of them. It’s a free-for-all. Hard to choose one. Their eyes follow me wherever I go, and I look back, gauging their interest. Do I want to fuck her? How far will she let me go?
A warm, female body slides against mine. Her torso shifts so that she stands right between my legs, the deep neckline of her shirt giving me a nice fucking view of her tits, pressed against her too-small t-shirt. No bra.
Blood seems to drain from my head, feeding the rush to my groin. She sets down drinks at the bar. They make sharp raps as the glasses hit the counter, one after the other.
I recognize her.
It’s the second time she’s rubbed against me like a cat in heat. My cock stirs when she leans into my shoulder, strands of her blonde hair just dragging my shoulder.
Fucking broads. If you want my cock, just ask for it.
Is she hot though? Those big tits distract me, just hanging there without a bra. She leans over the bar counter, chatting with the bartender. I look up her slender legs, all the way to the curve of her ass when her short skirt rides up slightly. Her arm presses against mine as if she’s oblivious, as if she isn’t aware that she’s touching me. One set of deep-blue eyes flash at me as she meets my gaze briefly, smiling through those pink lips.
There are two types of women in this world: those who want to fuck me because I’m the boss, and those who want to fuck me because they’ve heard of my reputation between the sheets.
Not to brag, but I’m a pretty great fuck. I never leave them disappointed. Even the ones who think they can get something out of fucking the boss always beg for seconds. I rarely indulge them. Why try the same thing when I can have any flavor of the week?
My attention turns back to the cocktail waitress, who is still hell-bent on teasing me, leaning over to shove her ass in my face. Maddon, I want to grab the backs of her thighs and pinch that perfectly round, bubble ass.
Her, my cock says. Fuck her.
I love getting it wet, hearing them scream my name, night after night. I fucking need it because it’s not easy being me.
The waitress finally pulls away from the bar, her warmth disappearing from my shoulder. A rush of energy makes me reach out and grab her wrist before she can take two steps away. Her pulse jumps into my fingers. She whirls around, her blonde hair clinging to her neck.
I’m disappointed to realize that she’s not as hot as I thought she was. But she hit on me pretty blatantly, and that’s enough to make me want to fuck her.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
An uncertain smile twitches. “What do you—?”
“That’s the second time you’ve done that.” My fingers circle around her wrist tightly as I feel the burn from her skin.
“Done what?”
Playing coy, are we? I hate that shit.
Pink flushes her face as she sucks in her lip, my cock stirring as I imagine the wet heat wrapping around my dick, her tongue sliding up and down.
“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart.”
; “Okay, fine. I just wanted to get your attention.”
A smile widens my face as she allows me to slide my hand down her arm and anchor securely over her elbow. I pull her close. Close enough for her hair to flutter from my breath, and to see her vein jumping in her throat. She parts her lips, her eyes batting as though I’m about to kiss her, and her hands touch my chest.
“Just ask me.”
“Huh?” She barely whispers it.
I spot her name tag. Alyssa. “Alyssa, tell me that you want my cock, and I’ll take you into that VIP room right now and fuck your brains out.”
My words run through her like liquor. A sudden, hot burn flashes over her face. She doesn’t flinch at the word—she’s drawn toward it. “But—my job—”
A deep chuckle from my chest cuts across her words. “Who do you think hired you?”
Her eyes widen in recognition.
“Oh.”
Oh.
She might not have brains, but my cock stirs again when her hands suddenly clench my sides.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Cravotta. I didn’t know who you were.”
“You didn’t offend me, hon.”
It’s not every day that a girl blatantly hits on me. People who know who I am avoid me like the plague. No one wants to run into the boss of the family. They’re afraid of pissing me off. As if I would get offended by a girl asking me to suck my cock. Jesus Christ, what has the world come to?
I take her waist and guide her to the VIP rooms. They’re a series of black leather booths with enough privacy for someone to get in a quick fuck—or a blowjob—as I’m judging by the sounds.
I lead her through the doors, the men parting to give me space. She wraps her arms around my waist, her tits flattening against my chest. My blood boils as she reaches down with a sly smirk, grabbing a fistful of my cock.
Fuck.
Yes.
The noise of the bar slightly drops away as the door closes. Then I slide into a leather booth and look up her trembling legs.
“Take off your clothes.”
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