Page 1 of Her Mafia Enforcer (Dark Short Reads)
Adrian
“Adrian,” Bianca moaned, her nails dragging across my back, the sting sharp enough to break the skin. Her body moved against mine, so fucking desperate, her breath hot and heavy in my ear. But the sounds—her sounds—fucking grated against my ears. They were too breathy, too much like a fucking performance that didn’t even come close to what I needed to hear right then.
“Be quiet,” I gritted out, and her face turned angry. Leaning down, I kissed her. Corrected myself. “Quieter. Don’t want the neighbors to complain, do we?”
“You used to like when I screamed for you,” she panted, her breasts bouncing with my thrusts, and, God , I tried. I tried to focus, to make this feel like something more than just flesh and friction—but it felt impossible. Bianca’s perfume felt too cloying, nothing like the soft floral that haunted me in my office after Lina left.
Fractured light cast over the bed, highlighting her golden skin, a shade too light for my liking. My eyes squeezed shut, but that only made it worse. The taste of whiskey burned on my tongue, but it wasn’t enough to drown the thoughts that clawed at my brain, relentless and cruel.
Lina.
Her name whispered through me like a curse, invading every corner of my mind. She wasn’t here, but I could hear her just the same—her voice low and throaty, laced with teasing defiance this afternoon. Curvy hips, long legs. Sitting on my desk like it was hers, legs crossed at the ankles. Those fucking high heels were just another sign that she’d grown up while I wasn’t looking. Just another sign that she was a woman.
“Did you miss me, Adrian? College sucks without you guys.” She’d grinned, and her coy smile and fluttering eyelashes left me hard. “Dad says I’m staying by you for a bit. You don’t mind, right?”
Of course, I fucking mind. I’d spent months trying to get her out of my head, and now she was back again. I remembered everything.
That meeting at her father’s.
Business that never felt like it was fucking done. Leaving the office at three in the morning. That night, in the guest wing of her father’s estate.
The walls were far too thin for the money Dante spent on it. Thin walls. Too much wine. I’d been passing by her bedroom door when I froze, her muffled gasps slipping through the door, soft at first but growing louder. Her moans were rich, raw, unrestrained, and I’d been rooted to the spot, my blood igniting as the sound of her pleasure crashed into me like a tidal wave. Blood was pumping to my cock, making it harder than it had ever been before.
I hadn’t been able to move, couldn’t fucking breathe, as heat coiled low in my stomach, shame and arousal warring inside me. The fucking sounds she made when she didn’t know anyone could hear her.
I’d heard everything: the way her pussy grew so wet she couldn’t muffle it, the buzzing of the vibrator.
My fucking name on her lips.
Even now, just the memory of it made my chest tighten and my skin burn. Her sounds had been real. Fucking real. They’d reverberated through me like a damn symphony, every gasp, every broken plea wrapping around my throat and squeezing. Bianca’s noises? They were pale imitations.
I moved harder, faster, trying to block it out, trying to focus on the present. Pushing two fingers into her soppy cunt, curling my fingers in beside my dick—just the way she liked it.
Her hazel eyes grew wide, and Bianca arched beneath me. Her moans grew higher, pussy growing wetter. Warmer. Sucking me in and caressing me—but it all felt so fucking flat. Her legs wrapped tighter around me, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, but none of it mattered. It wasn’t Lina. It could never be Lina. Lina was nineteen fucking years old. Lina was my best friend’s daughter. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Adrian,” Bianca gasped again, her voice grating at my ears.
“You like that?” I growled, fucking her harder as if that would bring me back to this moment instead of the one in my head. Her movements grew more frantic, the sounds of her wet pussy filling the room. It still didn’t feel like enough. “You want me to cum, Bianca?”
“Please,” she begged, arching up. “Cum in me, Adrian, I want to feel you cum in me.”
I clenched my jaw, sweat dripping down my face as frustration built inside me like a dam about to burst. I shouldn’t be thinking about Lina. I shouldn’t be remembering the curve of her lips, the way her dark eyes burned with mischief and hunger. I shouldn’t be picturing her in those ridiculous heels that made her legs look endless. Shouldn’t be picturing how fucking gorgeous she’d look spread out beneath me, heels cutting into my skin. I’d let her wear them while I fucked her. I knew how much she loved them.
I groaned, low and guttural, the sound tearing from my chest like a man being dragged under. Bianca’s breath hitched, her nails scoring across my back in what I assumed was a triumph. But I wasn’t here—not really. I was back in that hallway, hearing Lina’s voice break into desperate, breathless cries that echoed in my mind long after I’d walked away. My name, she’d moaned. My. Fucking. Name —and then, suddenly, I wasn’t imagining her anymore. The door creaked, and my focus snapped toward that sound. My rhythm stuttered, my eyes drawn to parted lips that didn’t belong to Bianca.
Lina.
Fuck, what was she doing?
She stood there, her silhouette sharp against the dim light spilling in from the hall. Her dark eyes were wide, her face pale, and for a split second, raw emotion twisted her features—shock, anger, jealousy. Pure fucking heat. My chest locked up, every muscle in my body coiling like a live wire.
“Fuck,” I muttered, the word ripped from my throat as my body betrayed me. Release crashed into me, sudden and violent, my groan breaking free as I buried my face in my arm as my body toppled on Bianca’s.
Bianca stilled beneath me, her body going rigid as she realized I was done—and she wasn’t.
“Wait- what the hell, Adrian?” she snapped, whined , as she shoved at my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?! You didn’t even…” She trailed off, her head turning toward the doorway. The moment she spotted Lina, her jaw dropped.
“What the fuck is this?” Bianca demanded, her voice sharp and biting. She scrambled out from under me, grabbing the sheet to cover herself as she sat up. Her glare bounced between me and Lina, disbelief quickly morphing into disgust.
“Bianca,” I started, but she cut me off with a bitter laugh.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, shaking her head. “ You didn’t say you were fucking babysitting this weekend! ” Her words were a hiss, her anger palpable—but my focus wasn’t on her tantrum as she grabbed her things.
Lina’s expression hardened at the words, her chin lifting in defiance. She could get as angry as she wanted, that’s exactly what this fucking was. I was babysitting her. That’s what Dante asked me to fucking do, not picture his daughter underneath me while I fucked another woman.
“Is that why you wanted me to shut up?” she snarled, eyes flashing. “Next time you call me, make sure there’s no one else here… Actually , you know what? Just don’t,” Bianca sneered, throwing the sheet aside as she slipped off the bed. Snatching her dress off the floor, she glared at me, an accusation in her eyes. I ignored it. She couldn’t fucking know, and we’d broken things off long before Lina started fucking with my head. “God, you’re still such a fucking mess, Adrian.”
“Bianca,” I warned, my voice low, but she just shoved her feet into her heels, her hair a wild mess as she turned back to me.
“You shouldn’t be spying on your elders,” she said, her eyes narrowing on Lina. “Didn’t your father ever teach you how to fucking knock?”
My temper flared, and I snapped out in a voice that not even I recognized right then, “Get out, Bianca.”
“Fine!” she shouted, and the door slammed shut behind her, leaving the room suffocatingly quiet.
“What are you doing in my room, Lina?” I said, my voice rough, my chest heaving. “You know you can’t just barge in.”
“I needed something.” She laughed, bitter and mocking. “You never minded before.”
Her words cut deep, sharper than any knife. I’d never minded before because normally, I knew better than to have someone over while she was here, so it wasn’t like she was walking into anything. I scrubbed my jaw, aggravated by her and Bianca and the tension that refused to leave me.
“You weren’t using a condom,” she said, her eyes lingering on my cock. It hardened under her gaze, and I slammed my eyes shut, a curse on my lips as I grabbed a pillow. It didn’t block out the sound of her bare feet padding against my floor. “Not very smart of you, Adrian. Bianca doesn’t seem like she’d make a good mother for your children.”
My chest fucking ached, my mind flicking to an image of Lina with a rounded belly. Never. That was never fucking happening.
“For fuck’s sake, Lina,” I growled, my voice tight, raw. She had no fucking clue how little control I had right then. “You’re nineteen, you shouldn’t even be thinking about sex!”
“Bullshit,” she shot back, her eyes blazing. “Plenty of nineteen-year-olds have sex, Adrian. I’ve seen a dick before.”
I did not need to fucking know that. In two strides, I was in front of her, my hand gripping her chin. Her skin was warm, her pulse racing under my fingertips.
“Don’t talk about that when you’re with me,” I hissed, my voice low and dangerous. “You’re toofucking young, you don’t even know what you’re playing with.”
“Don’t I?” she challenged, her breath brushing against my lips.
God help me, she was too close. Too tempting. Too fucking everything.
“Get out of my room, Lina.” I slipped past her, holding open the door. “I’m not talking again.”
I needed more fucking rules for her and me. Lina fucking Morano was off-limits. Point fucking blank.