Page 3 of Mafia Heir’s Alpha (Mated in the Mafia #7)

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The carpet in Smoke & Mirrors , the cigar bar in the Ferrinis’ casino, felt like it was trying to glue me in place with every step I took.

Maybe it was the decades of spilled cocktails or maybe it was my own paranoia, but I was convinced that if I stopped moving, I’d become part of the decor forever.

I took a seat at the bar so I could watch the small groups of people sitting at the tables.

I wasn’t a big drinker, but I needed to fit in, so I ordered a gin and tonic, hoping they wouldn’t ask for my ID.

To my relief, they didn’t. Whether it was because I looked like I was old enough to drink or because they just didn’t care, I was glad I didn’t have to pull out my fake.

It worked fine at the campus bars by school, but I didn’t want to test it out in a mafia-run casino.

If they got suspicious of me, things could go bad real quick.

I wasn’t armed, and if I got in a jam, I was on my own. Not that I would know what to do with a gun if I had one.

Uncle Mario made it clear that this was my test. No matter what happened, I couldn’t call him for help.

When my drink came, I took a sip with my back to the entrance, but my eyes were on the mirror behind the shelves of liquor.

It’d been nine days since I first walked into the casino to get a feel for the place.

There were lots of regulars, and I needed to be seen as one of them until I had a better excuse for hanging around the families.

Each day I was here, I tracked the guards and their routines, the schedules and menus.

I even knew which games were scheduled for service each day.

Getting revenge for my family wasn’t going to be easy, but my opportunity was coming.

Russo blood didn’t get spilled without consequences.

Or so I was told. Maybe I was just a useless omega in a line of dead alphas, but I had to shoot my shot.

The Menetti family thought they’d finished the job, but they didn’t know about me.

Most people didn’t. That was my advantage. The only one I had.

I sipped my drink and replayed my plan in my mind. Security was higher tonight, but that was to be expected. Andro’s big birthday bash was happening in less than twenty-four hours, so there was a higher presence of guards. That was fine with me. It gave me more options to choose from.

I was just finishing my drink when one of my targets walked in. Maybe the easiest one to get close to. Rosco Gallo had been working his way up the Menetti ladder for a while, and now he had the ear of the Ferrinis. He was perfect. A single alpha who didn’t date much.

I’d done my homework on several single options, but Rosco was at the top of my list. Not only was he fucking gorgeous, but he was serious and focused on his work, which meant he probably needed a little fun now and then.

If I could get his attention, I’d figure out how to seduce him long enough to get in the same room as Cord.

That was my ultimate goal.

Whether I walked out of that room would be tomorrow’s problem .

Rosco stood a head taller than the rest of the bar’s patrons as he strode straight toward me.

For a moment, I thought he’d made me and was about to yank me off the stool and into some kind of torture room.

But he didn’t acknowledge me at all. He dropped onto a stool three seats to my left and waved a few fingers at the bartender. “A double.”

The scent of leather and alpha was almost overwhelming as I inhaled the air that wafted from him. Damn, he smelled good. Too good. My head got a bit foggy until I turned away and did my best to clear his scent.

He nodded at the bartender as his drink was delivered and then fixed me with a gaze that made my skin tingle under my shirt. “Hey.”

I flinched, surprised he’d acknowledged me as I looked over at him. “Hi.”

“Nobody sits at this end of the bar unless they’re waiting for someone or hiding from someone. Which one are you?”

“Little of both, I guess.” I kept my voice low, trying to keep it from cracking under my nerves. “It’s been a long day, and I figured a quick drink would help me relax before I head up. ”

“Upstairs?” He raised an eyebrow. “You got a room here?”

I nodded and let my fingers trace the rim of my glass. “Yeah, I guess I’m hoping to get lucky.”

Rosco’s smile seemed to be as surprising to himself as it was to me. “In the casino or in your room?”

“Maybe both.” Holy shit, was I actually doing it?

Was I actively seducing the right-hand man of the asshole who killed my father?

I never flirted. I was terrible at it. The alphas at my school were all jocks or too focused on their studies, like me, to bother with dating or anything else.

Yet here I was with one of the most dangerous men in the city, talking and flirting like it was an everyday thing.

He regarded me in silence for a few seconds before he nodded and downed his scotch in one gulp. “If you’re looking for company, you’re definitely about to get lucky.” He stood up and held his hand out to me. “You in?”

I sucked in a deep breath and almost knocked over my glass as I stood up. “Yeah. Cool.” I cleared my throat. “I mean, yes. That sounds nice.” Well, there went all my suaveness .

His pupils dilated, and his nostrils flared the tiniest bit as he reached for my hand. There was no way he couldn’t smell the arousal coming off me just as strongly as I could almost taste the alpha coming off him. “What room are you in, kid?”

I leaned into his side without realizing I was doing it as we started walking toward the elevators. “517.”

He stopped at the elevator and pressed the up arrow. “You got a name? I’m going to need it later.”

“Orlando,” I said, giving it away too easily. “Um, people call me Ori.”

“Ori.” He repeated the nickname as if testing it out in his mouth. “That’s cute. I’m Rosco.”

“Good to meet you, Rosco.” I looked up at him through my lashes and hoped I wasn’t coming across as too desperate, even though that was exactly how I felt. “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”

He scoffed as the doors opened and we walked inside. “Work. What about you?”

I stayed glued to his side as the doors closed and we began moving up to the fifth floor. “Boredom, I guess. Maybe curiosity. ”

“Dangerous combo.” He gave me a slight squeeze as he pulled me closer to him. We were the only ones in the elevator, but with how close I was to him, you would think it was packed full. “But I like a little danger.”

Once we were in my room, I excused myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth and check my hair. It was the best I could do. When I came back out, Rosco was leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

He looked hungry, in every sense of the word.

He crooked a finger at me. “How old are you, kid?”

“Twenty-two.” That was a lie, but so was just about everything else I planned to tell him, so I didn’t feel any guilt.

I was legal age, which was what mattered.

Every step I took toward him sent a ripple of anticipation down my spine.

I didn’t have to fake the flush in my cheeks or the low ache in my belly.

And the slick seeping out of my ass couldn’t be faked if I tried. “What about you?”

“Old enough.” As soon as I was close enough, he pulled me flush with his body and kissed me. It was soft at first, as if he was giving me a chance to back away. When I didn’t resist, he came at me harder and faster, mouthing me like he wanted to inhale me into him .

Breathless, I collapsed against him and let my hands explore the firm muscles covered by a thin piece of fabric. Thin or not, it had to go. My fingers walked down to the hem of his shirt and I yanked it up, whining when I couldn’t get it off him.

Rosco softly chuckled against my mouth before pulling back. “You sure about this? I’m not gonna go easy on you, kid.”

I gulped and reached for my own zipper. “Stop calling me kid. I’m sure you don’t need to be easy on me.

” That was another lie. I’d never actually had sex before, so easy sounded kinda nice, but I was so fucking turned on by the man that I was ready for anything he was ready to give. “Take me, alpha.”

“Fuck.” He yanked his shirt off. He took a moment to remove his shoulder holster, placing it and his gun on the top of the dresser.

Then he came for me again, kissing me with more enthusiasm as he pushed my jeans down and then backed me onto the bed.

Within seconds, I was face down on the mattress and he was dragging my shirt up my back with his teeth as his scruffy jaw left a trail of goosebumps on my sensitive skin. “You’re so wet for me, omega. ”

I’d never been so turned on, and I couldn’t control the slick pouring out of me. My whole body was buzzing for this alpha to push his fat cock inside me, press me into the mattress and fuck me like I was the last omega on earth. “I need you, Rosco.”

“I’ve got you.” His kisses continued up my spine as he pushed my shirt up and off me. Every touch felt punishing and possessive as he melted against me. The man was all muscle and had at least fifty pounds on me, but I loved the feel of his weight fully surrounding me.

He made me feel protected and wanted and so grateful he was gonna be my first. Even if I had ulterior motives, at least this experience was as close to genuine as I could get.

Rosco moved fast from there, not wasting any time with sweet talk or ceremony. He wanted to conquer me, and I wanted to be conquered.

His kisses moved down from my neck and shoulders until he was pulling my ass cheeks apart and licking up my slick. The low sounds he made in his throat made me gasp and squirm because I was sure I’d spontaneously combust from the need to feel him inside me .

“Please…”

A moment later, he pushed my thighs apart and shoved a thick pillow under my hips to give him the perfect angle. I took the hint and spread my legs wider so I was braced in place and ready for his entry. My mind knew there would be pain, but I wasn’t afraid.

I was ready for it. I wanted it. So badly.

My fingers curled around the comforter, and I arched my back, pushing my ass toward him so there was no confusion about my interest.

Rosco’s heavy cock slapped against my crack, teasing me as he palmed my ass with those strong hands. “Let me loosen you up.”

I held my breath as he pressed his fingers against my opening and waited for the pain that never came.

Instead of feeling like I was being split apart, my body seemed to fully relax and welcome him in, like I was made just for him.

At least a few fingers slid in a few times without resistance before he leaned over me and pressed the fat head of his cock against my hole.

He didn’t wait for an invitation before pushing into me.

His large cock stretched me more thoroughly than his fingers, and there was a momentary discomfort that couldn’t quite be described as pain so much as fullness.

But when he was fully seated in me and his balls were snug against my skin, I took a deep breath and everything felt good.

No discomfort. No pain. Just…contentment. Peace. Pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” His growly voice was right by my ear and vibrated through me.

I moaned as he started to move, slowly at first and then faster.

Rosco gave up on his brief attempt at being gentle before he fucked me like it was his right, like he owned the world and I was just living in it.

It wasn’t at all like I’d imagined sex would be.

It wasn’t like jacking off or playing with myself.

It was a full-body experience with every nerve buzzing and my whole body moving with him.

I wanted him to leave bruises to prove this night really happened, just in case I never had a night like this again.

He kissed the back of my neck as his hand slid under me and closed around my dick. To my relief, he began stroking me in time with his thrusts, bringing me even closer to the orgasm I wasn’t even sure I could handle.

“Come for me, omega. ”

Maybe I should have tried to resist for a little longer, but I couldn’t hold back. The intense climax hit me instantly, and I couldn’t stay quiet. I wasn’t proud of the way I cried out his name, but I wasn’t ashamed of it either. He did that to me. It was entirely his fault.

I gripped the comforter tighter and rutted into the bed as I came all over the linens while I rode out the waves of pleasure.

Rosco didn’t stop. He drove into me with animal urgency as his hips pistoned and his balls slapped against me.

I could feel the knot forming at the base of his cock and instinctively began to clench around it, desperate for him to finish inside me and fill me with his seed.

A moment later, he did. Rosco buried himself to the hilt and locked us together, flooding me with his hot release and keeping it securely inside me.

The aftershocks ran wild and sporadic through me, causing me to flinch or shake as the high started to slowly wear off.

Rosco collapsed against my back and panted close to my ear .

For a long moment, we just lay there, connected by our most intimate parts and breathing as if we were a singular unit.

Eventually, his knot deflated and he carefully pulled out.

The loss was immediate, but he rolled me onto my back and traced a finger down my chest, kissing me softly. His eyes were softer now, but only a little.

“Was that okay?” I hated to sound so insecure, but I needed to know he didn’t hate it.

“That was amazing. I don’t usually knot an omega without asking first, I’m sorry.” He brushed a few strands of sweat off my forehead and lay beside me, holding me against his chest. “Are you okay?”

“Amazing.” I nodded and rested my cheek on his heated skin, not ready to watch him leave. “Will you stay?” I did my best to look coy and seductive. Part of my plan was a success, now I needed to enact the second part—get a repeat performance.

His arms closed even tighter around me, and he sighed. “For a while, omega. Just sleep now.”