The Rossi Crime Family: The Complete Five Book Mafia Series

by J. L. Beck

“Oh, we should,” I interrupt her, lifting her shirt and trailing my fingers over her smooth belly. “My shoulder is hurt, not my cock, baby.”

  “Still, Mac says to take it easy, so why don’t you do just that, lie back down on the bed, and let me do the work,” she says in the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard come from her mouth.

  “Are you trying to seduce me, Sophie?” I wink, taking her hand into mine as I pull us toward the bed. I release her hand and grab the waistband of my boxers, shoving them down to the floor. My already hard cock springs free.

  “No, Roman. I’m trying to tame you. You look like a wild animal right now. We both know there is no need in trying to seduce you.” She nudges me backwards, and I lean against my arms while she drops to her knees on the floor.

  Fuck me. My queen on her knees before me, with that perfect mouth wrapped around my cock. This has to be a fucking dream.

  Her slender fingers wrap around the base of my cock, her big blue eyes on mine as she leans in, parting her pink lips to take the tip of my dick into her perfect mouth. Hot, wet heaven touches the head of my rock-hard cock.

  “Fuck…” I hiss out through my teeth, feeling like I might come at any given second. How the fuck did I get so lucky? Her soft tongue swirls around it like I’m a fucking lollipop in her favorite flavor. She sucks the tip for a short time. She is a little timid at first, which makes it even hotter when she gets more adventurous, taking my cock as deep is she can.

  The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags around it.

  “Breathe through your nose and swallow with each stroke,” I grit out, feeling the tension in my balls build. I want to come in her mouth once before I fuck her senseless, but if she can’t handle taking me deep into her mouth, I’ll have her anyway I can.

  She does as I instruct, swallowing my cock with each deep thrust inside her throat. My fingers sink into her hair, and I find my hips thrusting upwards, forcing her take me deeper.

  “Shit, baby…” I growl. “I’m going to come. Do you want me to come in your mouth—come down your throat? Fill your belly with my seed?”

  I look down at her for approval. She gives me the tiniest nod, her eyes filled with nothing but deep desire—desire to please me, to pleasure me—and fuck, does it turn me on more.

  “Swallow it. Every drop,” I order. My grip on her hair tightens as I continue thrusting into her throat, hearing her gag around my shaft until my balls tighten and a tingle runs down my spine. It feels like I’ve been struck by lightning. My body shakes, an explosion of pleasure coursing through me as I come deep inside her throat, watching through hooded eyes as she swallows every single drop of my come.

  She releases me with a pop that resonates through the room, and without thought, I pull her from the floor and into my arms. I kiss her with a frantic need. She is all I will ever need. All I will ever want. She has tamed me, tamed the beast inside me, and shown me love and compassion when no one else had. She’s given me it all—and I’ll give her forever.

  “Be my wife,” I whisper against her lips, pulling her shirt off and gently pushing her back against our bed.

  “Wife?” she gasps.

  “Yes, wife. Be my wife. I don’t have a ring right this second, but that doesn’t matter. I want you to be my forever, Sophie.” I lean over her body, my cock already rock hard again, ready to claim every inch of her beautiful body.

  “Forever is a long time. Are you…?”

  “I’m more than fucking sure. I was sure the moment I met you.”

  “Then yes, make me your wife, Roman.” There’s no hesitation. She wants this—wants me—forever.

  “I love you. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you,” I whisper against her lips before pulling her panties down her legs. I make good on my promise, bringing her to orgasm, again and again, with my tongue, fingers, and then my cock, all while whispering mine.

  Epilogue

  Sophie

  Two Month Later

  We sit in the waiting room of the clinic. My eyes are on my hands, the three-carat diamond ring Roman got me glittering in the light. I’ve never felt so cherished and loved in my entire life. There’s just one thing missing from my life now.

  “Everything will be fine, baby,” Roman tries to soothe me, rubbing his hand along my back in circles.

  “I want to give you children. I want to be more than your wife.” Tears sting my eyes. I told myself I wouldn’t cry today, but there isn’t any way around it. After having sex for months without a condom, I grew concerned. I hadn’t had a period for a long time, and with all the sex we’ve been having, a woman my age should be knocked up.

  “You’re more than my wife. We’ll keep trying. I don’t care.” Roman’s green eyes penetrate mine. He means it. He won’t give up, just like I won’t.

  “Sophie,” a nurse calls from the door across the room. We get up, hand in hand, and walk over to meet her. She gives us both a smile, and we head back to the room to meet with the doctor. At the end of the day, all I want to know is what the problem is.

  “Doctor Brown.” The nurse stops in the doorway of Doctor Brown’s office.

  “Sophie, good to see you again. Please, come sit down.” She points to the chairs in front of her desk. We take a seat, and I try to twist my lips into a friendly smile, but I’m afraid I’m just too nervous. Roman’s hand tightens around mine.

  “I’ve looked at all your test results and I’m positive I've figured out what the problem is.”

  Problem.

  “It looks like one of your ovaries is not working properly, meaning it’s not producing any eggs. And unfortunately, on the other side, where your ovary seems to be functioning fine, the fallopian tube has a blockage.”

  “So, what does that mean?” Roman asks, concern coating his words. “Will she be able to get pregnant?” My heart thuds into my throat. I don't know if I want to know the answer. Will Roman despise me if I can't have children? I tell myself he won't, but I know he wants kids, at least some day.

  “Well, here is the good news. Your uterus looks great, which means you could carry a child, and you are producing eggs in one of your ovaries. You could become pregnant through in vitro, but it would be almost impossible for you to become pregnant naturally.”

  The doctor keeps talking about the process, hormonal treatments, injections, egg extraction followed by insemination, then replacing the egg inside me. She talks about all the risks that come with it and how it is a long process and most women have to try for multiple cycles. With every word she speaks, my heart sinks a little lower. I want children. I've always wanted to be a mother...but this? Being impregnated unnaturally in a lab?

  Tears sting my eyes and slide down my face before I even realize it. I push myself up and out of the chair. I got the answer I needed, and that's that.

  “I-I can’t do this.” I barely get the words out before I start sobbing uncontrollably. I run out of the office and back out into the waiting room.

  “Sophie, wait.” Roman’s voice is right behind me. With the next step I take, strong arms wrap around me from behind. I turn in his hold and bury my face into his chest.

  “I’m sorry, Roman. I don’t know if I can do this. I always planned to do it naturally. I just…I want children, but not at that expense.”

  “We don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to. It's your body, baby. You know I'll never stop trying to put a baby inside you, though.” He winks, making the tears subside.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know there was something wrong with me…”

  “Stop it. There’s nothing wrong with you.” He tips my chin up and cups both my cheeks. My face is caught between his large hands, forcing me to look at him, to hear his words. “Don’t ever say that again. There’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfect in every way possible. Don’t you ever say anything like that again. I love you and will remain by your side no matter what. This changes nothing, Sophie.”

  “I love you s
o much,” I tell him, feeling like I need to. I need to tell him every day how much he means to me. He leans down and presses his lips to mine for a long time. So long, that when we break the kiss, there is an uncomfortable looking woman standing next to us.

  “Sorry, guys. I didn't want to interrupt, but I need to go that way.” She points to a door behind us and we move out of the way.

  When we get to the checkout desk, I ask the lady to give my apologies to Dr. Brown for running out like that, but she assures me it’s completely fine. I’m probably not the first women who freaked out and stormed off.

  We leave the doctor’s office hand in hand, and I already feel better knowing Roman is not going to leave me because of this. I don't know if I could ever live without him again.

  Just as we get into the car, Roman’s phone starts ringing. I swear, with these men, the chaos never ends.

  “It’s Xander,” he tells me, looking at the screen before answering it.

  “Hey…” Roman answers casually. “Yeah...hold on.”

  He pushes some buttons on the steering wheel, switching the call to hands-free.

  “You’re on speaker.”

  “So, you asked me to keep you updated on everything that’s happening here at the commune Sophie grew up in. I think you’ll be happy to hear we were able sort everything out. All the men and women who were in on selling the girls are taken care of and we were able to help the women and children left behind. Most of them stayed in their home. I made sure they all have work and can take care of themselves. There were a few children none of them would take in, but we found other families for most of them.”

  “Most of them?” I interrupt.

  “All accept one pair of siblings. A six-year-old boy and three-year-old girl. None of the women at the community wanted them. We had some families willing to adopt lined up, but when they met the children, they decided not to go through with it. Don’t worry, we’ll find them a home eventually. They are in foster care right now, but I’ll keep an eye on them. Rest assured, I'm not going to let anyone hurt them.”

  “Why is it so hard to find someone for them?” Roman asks, taking the words straight from my mouth.

  “At the meeting, one of the potential adoptive moms tried to pick up the little girl and the brother stabbed her with a pencil...”

  “I want to meet them,” I blurt out without really thinking. Roman glances over at me curiously. I suppose I should've talked to him before just saying something.

  “We can arrange that. I’ll call the foster home and set up a meeting.”

  “That would be great. Thanks, Xander,” Roman answers before hanging up the phone.

  “I probably should have asked you first,” I admit shyly as soon as the call is disconnected. “I don’t know how to explain it, it just feels like the right thing to do. I’m not saying we have to adopt them, but I want to meet them. Maybe I even know them. I must have at least seen them in church.”

  “You don’t have to talk me into it, babe. I’m with you. Were a team, no matter what.” Roman grabs my hand.

  “Don’t you think it’s odd that Xander calls and tells us about this right now? I feel like it’s a sign.” What are the chances of him calling about two children who need parents the moment we found out I can't have children naturally?

  “If this is what you want to do, I’m with you...so long as the kid doesn't try to stab you.” Roman smiles.

  “He was probably just scared and trying to protect his sister. Are you really okay with this? I know I kind of threw this on you.”

  “Honestly, I didn’t want to say anything right away, but adoption was my next thought. I just didn't want to mention it so soon. I don't want to upset you or push you toward anything. Whatever you want to do, I'm on board.”

  I climb across the center console and wrap my arms around his neck, crashing my lips to his with bruising force. I didn’t think it was possible to ever love somebody so much.

  ***

  “How do I look?” I ask Roman right before he rings the doorbell.

  “You look amazing, as always.” He grins. “Calm down. They’re going to love you.”

  I've only seen pictures of Luna and Ren. This will be the first time we’re meeting them in person. A middle-aged woman opens the door a moment later and greets us with a big smile. “You must be Sophie and Roman. Come on in.”

  We follow her into the living room where toys are scattered across the floor, pillows from the couch, stuffed animals are laid out in a circle, and in the middle of it all are two small children. Luna’s blonde curls are hiding half her toddler face

  Their eyes look up at us when we enter the room. Luna looks at me curiously while Ren gives Roman a warning look. You can tell instantly Ren’s protected his sister since day one.

  “Don’t come in our castle,” Ren warns us before we even say a word.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it. Looks like its fortified pretty good...” Roman taps his finger to his lips. Seeing him interact with kids turns me on more than I care to admit.

  “Well, except you are missing cover from the top.” Ren and Luna both look up.

  “Coincidentally, I’m an excellent fort builder. I would be willing to share some of my secrets with you,” Roman offers.

  Ren eyes Roman carefully for a long moment, as if he’s trying to figure out if he can trust him. His apprehension is something I understand. Instantly, I'm in love with both of them.

  “Okay,” he finally says, and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Luna pushes herself up off the floor and takes a wide step over the mountain of pillows surrounding her. I swallow hard when I realize she’s heading right for me.

  “Luna,” Ren calls out, grabbing her hand, stopping her from coming to me. “Stay with me. We don’t know them.”

  Luna gives her brother a disapproving look and pulls on his hand. When he doesn't release her, she drags him along with her. He almost stumbles over the pillows, but is able to get his footing. Once Luna reaches me, she stops, a huge smile on her face. Blue eyes almost too large for her face look up at me.

  I crouch down so I’m eye level with her, and before I know it, she's throwing her arms around me as if she knows why I’m here. Her small arms are barely able to reach around my neck.

  She nuzzles her face into my shoulder, and I almost start crying. It’s almost like she’s been waiting for me.

  “My new mommy,” she whispers, peering up at me.

  I glance over at Ren, who’s standing next to us, holding onto his sister’s hand. He is looking at me in disbelief, and all I can do is hold out my arm to him, hoping he’ll let me hug him too. It takes him about two seconds to decide, and then he falls forward into my open arms, nestling his head on my other shoulder.

  Roman walks over to us, the look in his eyes reflecting my own. My heart has never been so full, so happy. All my time I've wondered what kind of life I would make for myself, and now, here I am, with the love of my life by my side, taking in two children I'm going to raise and love like Luke and I should've been.

  “Do you guys want to come home with us?” Roman asks, his voice thick with emotion.

  “Yes, we want to come with you,” Ren answers for them both.

  And just like that, two became four.

  The End

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  THEIR CAPTIVE

  (A Dark Reverse Harem Romance)

  Chapter One

  Jessa

  “I’ll call you as soon as the plane lands,” my father assures me. I push up onto my tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek. He doesn’t smile, only nods at my
gesture. He’s never been the kind of person who wears his emotions on his sleeve, actually he’s the kind of person who shows his emotions, well, never. He doesn’t like leaving me all alone in this big house, and I understand why, but I’m tired of accompanying him to these galas and events every weekend. I want to break free, want some time alone, to enjoy the silence of the night. I want to be a twenty-something-year-old woman, not my father’s pretend date to every charity on the east coast.

  “Remember to keep the doors locked, and that there will be guards posted outside the house, so if there are any problems at all I will know.”

  I nearly roll my eyes. I know he does everything he does to keep me safe, but it’s a little overkill.

  I watch my father leave, thinking how ridiculous he is for worrying all the time. What could possibly happen while I’m at home? I smile to myself, knowing I’ve finally made some progress when it comes to him letting me have some independence. Usually, I’m forced to go wherever he is, but I begged and pleaded for days, telling him he just needed to give me one chance, and I could prove to him that I could manage to be alone.

  As soon as my father’s car is out of sight, I run back upstairs and into my bedroom and make myself comfortable stripping out of my jeans and into a three-times-too-big cotton T-shirt. I take off my makeup and put my blonde hair up in a messy bun. Then I head to the kitchen grabbing the tub of mint-chip ice cream I’ve been craving all day from the freezer.

  Throwing myself down on the couch I watch TV and eat spoonful after spoonful of ice cream directly from the tub. To most, it might seem like a mundane thing to do, but to me, it’s unusual to have the liberty of simply sitting on the couch, and watching TV, or eating what I want to, when I want to.

  I might be twenty, but my father has never stopped treating me like a ten-year-old. He rarely lets me out of his sight and when he does, he usually has his goons breathing down my neck. I’ve been sheltered my entire life, doing all my schooling from home with high-end tutors.