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Serafino

T here was something exhilarating in watching the beautiful woman next to me eagerly taking everything in. It seemed almost impossible to believe that such a worldly woman had such a sheltered life when it came to traveling.

That she was seriously impressed at seeing the Costa dark-stone and glass circular tower with its laser lights that streaked up and down the building before encircling it in constant, ever changing colors and patterns left me smiling.

I was a cynical bastard at the best of times but she’d changed all that, had opened me up to a life I couldn’t imagine without her in it. Love might be a fucked-up emotion, but I was ready to dip my toes into its murky waters.

She didn’t need to know I’d taken her out of New York and to Las Vegas to get her away from the potential threat of the Irish mafia. Rumors had increased to fever pitch about their new don’s desire to prove himself and his position via an act of vengeance against the Costa mafia. It meant Delilah—any of my family’s partners—were in the firing line as much as the rest of us Costas were.

I shook off my thoughts and concerns. I really was ready to enjoy this week and soak everything in right alongside Delilah. She made everything feel like it was a first time for me too, my jaded outlook falling off me like a cloak.

Only time would tell if my past fears and traumas would fall away as easily.

The driver took us to the carpark beneath the Costa Tower, and she giggled at the dazzling laser lights that streaked beside us and then ahead, lighting the way.

Our driver, who was one of my many soldiers I had here in Vegas, parked the car into a bay next to a private elevator. I climbed out and proffered Delilah a hand, she accepted it and the elevator doors swished apart before we stepped inside and ascended to one of the top floor penthouse suites.

“No flashing lights,” she said, her lips quirking with amusement as she glanced around at the smoky-tinted glass elevator that gave a birds-eye view of each level of the casino. The first floor was slot machines, the next two catered for every gaming imaginable, including blackjack, roulette, craps, baccarat and poker.

She stared out at each floor, like a kid in a candy shop and I resisted telling her there was no need for lights inside the elevator when there were so many to see in the casino levels that flashed past.

Instead I murmured, “I’m sure a laser show could be arranged in here if that is what you wanted.”

She snorted. “That’s a nice thought, but I’m not that self-centered”

“I can make it reality for you,” I interjected, every cell in my body wanting only to please her.

The glass doors slid open then, revealing the huge penthouse suite with its floor-to-ceiling surround windows that captured the endless glittering lights outside. Overlong white sheer curtains had been pushed to one side, along with block-out gold drapes. The bared windows gave the effect of being inside a spaceship.

“This is incredible,” she breathed, stepping onto the thick cream carpet in her heeled, knee-high boots. She dropped her clutch bag onto one of the thick red leather armchairs as she stalked toward the windows to look out at the illuminated vista spread out around us. “Just beautiful!”

I moved behind her, wrapping my around her waist. “I agree,” I said huskily, not taking my eyes off her. “The views are beyond beautiful.”

She giggled, her body simultaneously relaxing and tensing all at once. “For a man of few words I’m actually impressed.”

“Oh?”

She turned in my arms, the backdrop of neon lights making her face radiant, her teeth glinting white against her ruby lipstick. “I never thought I’d hear corny words coming from a man I’m supposed to fear.”

My breath caught, my heart expanding as I drank in her splendor. “Supposed to fear?” I growled. “You should fear me.” Not because I was a mafia madman, not even close. She should fear me because I was obsessed with her and wasn’t about to let her go anytime soon, if ever.

Before she could react I bent and sucked the side of her throat. She gasped and wilted in my arms, yielding to me. A roar echoed inside my head like a lion claiming its mate. But if I was king, she was my queen. I released her momentarily, spinning her around so that her back was to my front.

It took less than a minute to strip off her clothes until she wore nothing but her boots. Her added height was an advantage, her nudity along with her spiked boots sexy as fuck.

“Are you ready for me?” I asked harshly.

She nodded silent assent, her panting breaths only provoking my feral lust.

I pushed her against the window, her breasts mashing against the thick pane. My blood heated, thickened, my breathing choppy and my needs raw.

I could so easily fall for this woman.

I’d gone beyond ready to dip my toe into the murky waters of love. I’d stuck my leg deep into its depths.

A surge of adrenaline and fear gripped me tight. Was I mad? I couldn’t love anyone. Even if she became a permanent part of my life I wouldn’t— couldn’t —fall for her.

My dick spasmed. I’d fuck her again and again, fuck her until no more fucks could be given and every orgasm had been wrung out of her. Then I’d buy her everything money could get and then some. But she would not get my heart.

My hands trembled as I widened my stance and unzipped my pants. I didn’t bother undressing, my compulsion to take what I wanted was too great. I one-handed my inflated dick, directing it between her thighs. In one brutal surge I claimed her, filling her pussy and snarling, “You’re mine.”

I was balls-deep inside her when I commanded hoarsely, “Say it.”

She nodded and panted, her every muscle drawn tighter than a bowstring. “I’m yours.”

Her compliance made my whole body jolt, my dick expanding to the point of pain. I grunted as I withdrew partway then thrust deep, a momentum that quickly gathered speed.

The carnal scent of our lust, the slapping of skin-on-skin, the darkness outside that was just millimeters away with the beckoning lights, along with her cries of pained delight...it all set me off like a firecracker.

I grasped her hips and slammed into her one last time before I emptied my seed deep inside her, hollering out my triumph. Even so, a part of me was furious that I hadn’t given her exactly what she needed.

Reaching between her thighs, I parted her folds and rubbed her nub with practiced strokes, not relenting until she collapsed against me with mini-convulsions.

I held her upright even as I whispered a promise into her ear. “We’re not finished yet. I’m going to suck your clit until you coat my tongue with your cum. Then I’m going to fuck you all over again.”