Page 3 of Ruthless Secrets (Alpha Mafia Daddies #6)

Chapter Two

MARCO

“I told you I reward patience.” I lick my lips and grin.

With her blonde hair fanned out behind her, and her ample chest rising and falling heavily, the goddess beneath me tries to catch her breath.

Her throat bobs as I climb off the bed.

She pushes herself up onto her elbows and watches as I get to work undoing my pants.

Ever since I first laid eyes on this bombshell of a woman at the bar I’ve been sporting a hard on, but I didn’t think I would get a chance to even touch her, let alone fuck her, considering the fact she was wearing a wedding dress.

But the lack of a ring on her finger and the multiple empty shot glasses on the bar let me know that perhaps I might get a chance after all.

It’s clear she wants to forget all about her asshole ex-fiancé, and I want to just…forget.

I quickly undress and when I’m left standing naked before her with my cock fully hard and slick, her green eyes widen as she takes me in.

I can’t help but feel a smug sense of satisfaction as she rubs her thighs together. I know she’s desperate for me to fuck her, but I like teasing her.

I grip the base of my shaft. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” It’s hardly more than a breathed moan.

I grip my cock, and she whimpers softly as I stroke my length once, twice, hissing through my teeth as the tip grows slick.

I watch her wet her lips with her tongue, and I groan at the thought of fucking that sweet, little mouth.

“Show me where you want me.”

She slowly parts her thighs, and a groan builds in my throat as I eye her glistening pussy, still so slick from when she came on my tongue.

I can still taste her release, and I want more.

I want to make her scream.

I crawl onto the bed, licking along her abdomen and her breasts before taking her lower lip between my teeth.

She wraps her thighs around my waist and arches her back so that her peaked nipples brush against my chest.

The little noise of frustration she makes when I don’t sink my cock inside her straight away has me chuckling under my breath.

“What did I say?”

She scowls as she tries to grind her hips against the tip of my cock.

I bite on her lower lip again. “I’m going to ask you one more time.”

“Be…patient.”

“Very good.” I lick along the column of her neck.

Her alabaster skin is so soft compared to the rough skin of my hands.

I could easily spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her with my tongue, but my cock is throbbing, and I know I can’t go much longer without release .

I take her earlobe between my teeth. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Don’t ever stop,” she moans.

I reach down between us and grip my cock in my hand before running the tip along the slick seam of her pussy.

“Fuck.”

She is so wet for me.

“Please,” she whimpers.

Our eyes lock and with one thrust of my hips, I bury myself inside her.

Her sweet cries as she clenches around me have me gritting my teeth as I fight the urge to fuck her senseless.

She is fucking tight.

I need to take this somewhat slowly so I don’t hurt her.

I give her a moment to adjust to me before sliding my cock out of her and thrusting it back in.

My body shudders as I’m hit with such a rush of pleasure that I have to screw my eyes shut and take a second to breathe.

“More…”

I open my eyes and groan at the glazed look on her face as she stares up at me.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen and pink from kissing me.

I don’t think I’ve seen a more beautiful sight.

Bending down to kiss her, I stroke my tongue against hers in time with my movements.

Her thighs clench around my waist, and her feet dig into my ass, pushing me deeper inside her.

She wants more, and I’m more than happy to give it to her.

“Oh, fuck yes !” she cries as I bury my face in her neck, licking and sucking at the soft skin.

Her nails scrape along my back, and I know they’ll leave their mark, but I don’t care. I love that she can’t seem to get enough of me.

I wrap an arm around her to hold her in place as I increase my pace.

She does her best to match my thrusts, but her body is starting to grow limp as her pleasure builds.

I’m hitting her so deep that her eyes roll, and I know she’s close to climaxing again, so I don’t mind doing most of the work.

“I want you to come with me,” I grunt as my balls start to tighten.

I keep one arm wrapped around her as I dig the fingers of my other hand into her hip to keep her still as I slam my cock inside her.

The sound of our bodies moving together mixed with her moans has my cock starting to leak, and I know with a few more thrusts, I’ll be ready to come.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I groan as she grows slicker between her thighs.

Her lips find mine and with one last thrust of my hips, I send us both over the edge..

She clings to me as she comes.

The feeling of her pussy pulsing around my cock has me seeing stars, but I don’t stop moving as I spill inside her as I want to make her pleasure last.

Both of our bodies are slick with sweat and my heart is pounding in my chest as I fight to empty every last drop of come inside her.

When we’re both spent, I take a moment to kiss along her jaw and neck.

I can’t stop moving inside her, moaning at the feeling of my cock covered in both of our releases.

Once we’ve both caught our breath, I slide my cock free and leave her lying among the pillows as I dip into the bathroom to get a towel to clean us both up.

My legs feel like they might give out, and my body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

I eye the shower and wonder if perhaps we couldn’t finish this night off in there.

But when I head back into the room, she turns to look at me with such heavy eyes that I know our night has come to an end.

“That was amazing.”

I climb back into the bed beside her after cleaning us up and pull her against my chest.

“It really was.”

I press a kiss to the top of her head, and her body relaxes against me.

It doesn’t take her long to fall asleep.

I brush a lock of blonde hair out of her face and take a moment to admire her.

She’s classically beautiful, with soft, round features and curves that get me hard again just thinking about them.

Normally, the moment I’ve finished, I waste no time getting the hell out of whichever hotel I happen to be in.

Hotels are great for one-night stands because the boundaries are much clearer, and I feel like less of an asshole when I slip out without saying goodbye.

If I brought a girl back to my apartment, I’d feel obliged to make her breakfast and chat over coffee despite the fact that I have no intention of seeing her again.

I’m all for sex without strings. It’s just easier that way.

But this woman has me questioning that rule. There’s something so intriguing about her.

She has a fire to her that I find sexy as hell. She knew what she wanted, and she didn’t stop until she got it, and I like that .

I could stay…

The thought of waking up in a few hours’ time and pulling her on top of me and finishing off what we started has my cock twitching.

I want a chance to properly admire every curve, to learn every sound she makes as I make her come.

But my brother is waiting for me back in Forest Hills and unfortunately for me, our enemies don’t wait for anyone. Especially, beautiful women.

As much as I hate to leave, it’s probably a good thing.

It’s clear that this girl is hurting, and the last thing she needs is to get caught up with somebody like me.

Plus, I can’t afford any distractions right now. My priority is the De Luca family, and it has to stay that way.

That’s not to say that things will always be this way.

My brother has proven that to me over the past few years. He’s somehow been able to juggle his responsibilities as a Don alongside being a loving husband and father.

I used to think that a life like that could never be in the cards for me, considering how my last relationship ended.

But seeing Andre with Lila has opened my eyes to the possibility of having a family.

Just not right now.

I slowly slide my arm out from underneath her sleeping body and gingerly climb out of bed. All the lights are still on in the room, so I take a moment to admire her sleeping form.

She really is breathtaking.

As if she can sense me watching her, she lets out a sigh and stretches her arms above her head. It’s like she’s trying to taunt me by giving me the perfect view of what I’ll be missing.

Fuck, I really don’t want to leave.

I grab my clothes and start pulling them on before my cock has a chance to get fully hard and I lose the ability to think rationally.

Just as I’m fastening the last few buttons on my shirt, I spy the white beaded bag that she was carrying last night on the couch.

I quickly look back at the bed to check she’s still sleeping before creeping across the room and snatching up the bag.

“Let’s find out who you are…”

I unclasp it and immediately spy a card holder.

I know this is a huge invasion of privacy, but I at least want to know this woman’s name. Not that I need to know a name for one of my private investigators to track her down, but I still want it.

I pull out her license and snap a picture of it on my phone before I have a chance to talk myself out of it.

After I’ve returned her bag to the exact spot it was last night, I creep back over to the bed and pick the comforter up from where it fell on the floor and drape it over her naked body.

One thing I know for sure is that when the time is right, I will be seeing her again.

“Goodbye for now, Clara ,” I whisper before slipping out of the room.

It’s almost three in the morning, but that means nothing to the citizens of New York. Music is still blaring out from neighboring bars, and cabs are still honking their horns as they fight their way through the traffic.

The valet at the Plaza brings my Mercedes round, and I slip him a tip before climbing into the front seat.

My phone instantly connects to the speakers, and I groan as an incoming call from my brother flashes on the center screen.

“What’s up, Andre?” I put my foot on the gas and speed away from the Plaza, and from Clara .

“You called for help cleaning up at ten. It’s now almost three.”

I roll my eyes. “Didn’t realize I still had a curfew.”

“When our own men are working against us, you better believe I need to know where you are, Marco. Because right now, we can’t trust anyone.”

I hate to say it, but my brother has a point.

And betrayal is not something we tolerate.

Hopefully, we handled things in a way that will serve as a reminder that it is in everyone’s best interest not to cross me or my family.

“Where were you the rest of the night?” Andre asks.

“Around.” My mind goes to Clara.

Has she woken up yet and realized I’ve left? Is she disappointed?

I’m itching to go back up to her room and find out.

“Do I even want to know?”

“I was taking care of some other business at the club and lost track of time.” The lie falls easily off my tongue.

“I need you to get your ass back home. We have work to do.”

“We always do,” I mutter after the phone goes dead.