Page 5 of Mafia King: Matteo (Borrelli Mafia #1)

ALENA

I love a dirty martini and could make a meal from the green olives stuffed with blue cheese.

I enjoy sucking on each one and rolling them around in my mouth before chewing and swallowing.

I close my eyes to savor the last one and listen to the smooth jazz playing in the background.

I get a whiff of bourbon and tobacco and open my eyes to see a handsome devil handing me a drink.

I swallow hard when he introduces himself as Mr. Grey.

I recognized him from earlier when I saw him speaking with Madame M. He’s not a regular and must be someone of importance to muscle his way in here. He’s not at all dressed for tonight’s Angels and Demons. It’s a theme evening.

His clothes fit him well. He’s handsome in the classic sense, with a strong jaw, piercing eyes, and sun-kissed skin.

His tan is probably natural because he doesn’t impress me as one of those city slickers who go to a tanning salon.

No, this man spends time outside and doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty.

He’s older, possibly in his thirties. It may be time for me to change it up and stop picking men my own age. What do I have to lose? It’s a chilly night—nothing will change if I go home and wall myself off in my condo.

Mr. Grey impresses me as the serious type who doesn’t smile much. When I call him unconventional, I see the beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

Once inside our room, that same mouth ravages mine. I love the fullness of his lips. Warmth spreads down my body. He holds me by the neck, limiting my movement, but I can still stroke his chest and nipples.

He has strong hands, and I gasp when he rakes his fingers down my back and grabs my ass. As he sucks hard on my neck, I yearn for him to take me. I reach down and grab his hard cock. It’s huge, and the thought of him inside me dampens my crotchless panties.

I can tell by the way he moves his fingers inside of me that he knows his way around a woman’s body.

Between his sensual touch and the threat of the unknown, I’m left trembling and hanging in the balance.

Lost in the euphoria of his fingers moving inside my wet pussy, I dig my nails into his back to remain standing.

Sensing my needs, he pulls his fingers out and licks the juice off each one, then scoops me up and tosses me onto the bed.

I land on my back. He grabs my stocking-covered legs and pulls me to the edge of the mattress.

Running his fingers over the pearls on my fishnet stockings, he lets out a low growl.

He quickly kicks off his shoes and removes the rest of his clothes. I grab his stiff cock and slowly stroke it while watching the light return to his eyes.

I can tell he’s about to explode when he roughly pulls my hand from his cock, grabs a condom and sheaths himself. He rubs the large head of his cock in my opening, and I moan.

“Do you like that?”

“Mm.”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

I shake my head. The tantric state I’m in has me feeling buzzed. He grabs my hands and pulls my arms over my head. He holds me immobile while his lips latch onto a nipple. He sucks hard, then releases it, flicking it with his tongue until my back arches off the mattress.

I squirm under him. Fuck, this is thrilling.

His free hand rips open the laces of the bustier, and my large breasts spill out. He grabs one and gives it a hearty squeeze. I pull my knees together and writhe under him.

“No! Legs apart.”

“I can’t,” I manage to choke out.

“You can and you will,” his deep voice fills the air between us.

“No,” I refuse, pressing my knees together. It’s futile as he easily spreads my legs and runs his fingers through my wetness and along the lace trim of my panties.

“I love this outfit,” he murmurs as he buries his face between my breasts. My arms are numb from the fatigue of being immobile.

His cock is at my entrance. I lift my hips to reach it, but he moves away. He’s punishing me.

“Tell me you want my hard cock to make you come.”

“No,” I answer to spite him. I can outlast him.

“Fine. Then it’s my choice. Your arms are turning blue, so it’s hard and fast.”

Fuck. Yes. My pussy is pulsating. I’m wet for him and yearn for his large cock to fill me.

His first thrust is glorious. He’s so large it takes longer than expected, and it’s as if I’m a virgin again. He pushes harder, gaining ground until his cock is entirely inside me.

I groan. This man was made to fuck and suck. He holds my wrists with one hand, and with the other, he tweaks my nipples until they are hard enough to cut cocaine.

I gasp and thrash about. He thrusts into me so hard that my hips respond by rising to meet his. My hips are suspended in the air as we grind on each other. His hard cock hitting places inside me that are so deep they’ve never been touched.

He pumps me harder, his cock slamming into me and pushing me up the bed. I want to touch him, but he’s in control. I’m on the verge of coming. My mind is swimming when he pulls out.

“Not until I say you can come,” he murmurs as he nibbles on my earlobe.

He releases my arms. I ball up my fists and beat at his chest.

“That’s so mean,” I say in frustration.

“It’s just the beginning. Turn over,” he commands.

I comply, and as soon as I do, he rips my panties. My bare pussy is facing the bed as he playfully slaps my ass. I feel the mattress dip as he kneels and places his palm on my lower back. “Brace yourself,” he warns. I stiffen my arms to support my weight, knowing I’d better hang on to something.

He grabs my hips and rams his cock inside me without warning.

I scream in ecstasy as my orgasm erupts.

His balls slap into my ass as he continues to pound into me.

He’s in so deep that I gasp for air. Another orgasm crowns.

I feel my vagina being ripped apart by his girth and friction.

I come again, and this time, so does he, as I hear him growl and feel him shudder.

He holds me to his muscular chest until his cock begins to relax.

Then he releases me and lies down, rolling me to my back before pulling me to him.

He skillfully pulls the used condom off.

I hear it hit the trash can next to the bed.

“I just got off a long flight. Otherwise, I’d fuck you all night.”

Weak from my orgasms and hoarse from the screaming, I can barely move or speak. No man has ever given me multiple orgasms.

I lie there in his strong arms with his cock tucked between us as he cuddles me from behind.

“That is a shame.”

“I want to see you again.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Is that a line, or is that how you feel?” His voice is deep and salty.

I ponder this briefly. “Men like you are an addiction, and there’s no cure for it.”

He surprises me with a warm chuckle. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”

“Coming to places like this is to avoid entanglements.”

“Fair enough,” he concedes.

Wait, is he giving up already?

He pulls away and sits up, “I have to go.” He stands and starts handing me my clothes. “Looks like I owe you a new outfit.” He says as he hands me two pieces of black lace that used to be my panties.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He zips up his pants and searches for his shirt.

I scramble to get into my clothes so I’m not here alone, but pace myself to leave after him.

“I had a good time. Sorry, this was so brief,” he apologizes. His dark eyes meet mine, and we’re frozen, trapped by our mutual attraction. I don’t want to be the first to look away, nor do I want him to leave, but that’s not how this works.

“The number one house rule is that we do not ‘date’ our sex partners.”

“Even if it’s the most intriguing proposition in the world?”

“You’re that sure of yourself?”

“Are you always this skeptical?”

“Pretty much.”

“Well, I’ll have to prove you wrong.”

“You don’t impress me as a man who has to prove himself to anyone.”

“You’re very astute for someone so young,” he replies, slipping into his expensive Italian loafers.

“Am I?”

“You know you are. And you know that you own every room you walk into. I saw all those men eye-fucking you tonight.”

“I wasn’t interested in any of them.” I hold onto his arm for balance, slipping one shoe on, then the other.

“It’s obvious they’re only boys. I’m not surprised,” he says, turning to leave. “No regrets?”

“No. You?”

“None. Thank you for an incredible night, Angelica. Will you be back?”

“I’m undecided.”

“Fair enough.” He raises my hand to his lips and plants a warm kiss on my fingers before he turns to leave.

After the door closes, I flop onto the bed.

Whew. He’s the long drink of water I needed to put out the fire between my legs.

Holy mother of God, he’s enormous, and I’m a bit sore, but I want more.

I would never be able to say no if he wanted to see me again.

I’m playing with fire, but I won’t break the house rule.

If it’s meant to be, it will be. If not, I’m so screwed.

I leave the room, gather my belongings from a locker, grab my long coat, and go downstairs.

I wait outside for my driver and look around for lurkers or strangers out of place.

On the short ride home, I make minimal conversation.

All I can think about is the handsome man with mysterious eyes and a reluctant smile.

The driver dropped me at my building and waited for me to safely get inside before leaving.

I ride the elevator to my floor and unlock the door to my condo.

I’m in a fog as I pour myself a glass of wine and fill the bathtub.

The stranger has stirred up some buried feelings.

Is it lust that made the sex so intense?

Without words, he knew how to turn me on and get me off. That’s a first.

As soon as I dried off from the bath, I texted Izzy that I got home safely. We do this as a safety precaution.

She calls.

“That’s unoriginal.”

“That’s what I said.”

“And?” she asks.

“Well, he wants to see me again, but it’s against the rules. It’s probably a liability thing, but I wouldn’t mind a repeat of tonight.”

“That’s strange.”

“The fact that you got married first is strange. This is scary.”

“Right. Well, are you going to do what your mother said?”

“I’ll try to get a job. I’m not sure what’s out there, but why not? I’m bored off my ass without you, Dmitry, and Kirill running all over the place with a hitman looking for you.”

“Sorry about that, but trust me, this is a safer option.”

“I’m going to be an aunt. I’m still trying to get my head around this new development.”

“You need to try harder. She’ll be here soon.”

“I know. I’m so excited for you.”

“I know you are. I wish you could find someone manly enough to not only date you but also stand up to your dad.”

“I know. I don’t plan on that happening until the next ice age.”

Izzy snickers.

“It’s late. I’d better let you get some sleep,” I say.

“Alright, call me tomorrow.”

Izzy recently left her job on Broadway as she’s getting close to her due date and wants to be a full-time mother. I respect that. Besides, I’m sure the men in the family will say it’s bad for business if she doesn’t quit her job. But she loves Dmitry, and I know he adores her.

I dress in warm pajamas, turn off the light, and crawl into bed. I’ve never been exhausted from sex until tonight. It’s safe to assume my bodyguards are posted on the street below, but for some reason, the hair on the back of my neck rises as I drift to sleep.

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