Page 52 of The Mafia’s Bride (The Women of the Mafia #1)

After the attack at the estate, Nico just didn’t have it in him anymore. When a bullet didn’t kill him, Maria swore she would if he didn’t give it up.

Instead of rebuilding their home, they found a townhouse in the center of Little Italy, surrounded by those like them; Saturday nights dining at authentic restaurants and enjoying their Sunday mornings at church.

Sloane and I found our own penthouse in downtown, close enough to the business and nightlife, while still being near her new venture.

My wife took that charity and turned it into a brand-new idea: event planning, she has an eye for details and parties. It’s still in the planning stages, but there’s a list of clients ready to work with her.

“I hope you understand, I know your wife’s reputation.

” Roman sighs, patting his shoulder. He looks faint.

Apparently, the Capo can’t handle the sight of blood.

“She’s not one to respond well to leashes.

When Jaconda shows up, make sure the check is made out to Roman Bruno the Second, will you, Alessio? ”

I want to let Killian stab him again. I’d like to see the bastard drop.

“I’ve spent the last few months breaking in my new wife, Roman.” I lean back, enjoying how his eyes track Killian like a cornered mouse. “You’ll be surprised how well she behaves now.”

How well she behaves for me. Only me.

I never wanted to break who Sloane was, only own her. I wanted to possess her, keep her close, feel her in my soul like another part of my essence. And I’ve done that.

Five minutes passes before Tony opens the door.

Sloane walks in looking like the morning sun, bright red hair piled high with her lush body wrapped into a tight pink sundress that shows off all her curves. If my business wasn’t in Boston, I’d pack her up and live in the tropics just to keep her in those dresses.

I’m sure she isn’t wearing any panties, and my groin tightens with the urge to find out.

“You called?” she asks, sliding to my side, perching on to the arm of my chair. I smirk at Roman’s furious expression, feeling a surge of pride as she gently strokes my neck, like a good, obedient wife.

It’s all for show, but Roman doesn’t know that.

“You cheating bastard,” he accuses.

My eyebrows raise innocently. “I never took you as a sore loser.”

“This was a set up.”

“A set up?” My voice hardens. “In which I didn’t know you’d be here today, claiming repayment for a debt I didn’t make?”

Killian chuckles behind him. “This is going to be fun.”

Standing to my full height, I brace against the desk.

“The deal is done. The De Luca family doesn’t owe you jack shit.

If you want to argue differently,” I glance over to Killian, “I’m sure Ace’s personal attack dog would be willing to handle your grievances.

He seems to have some aggression to work out. ”

“Please argue,” the killer coos. My shoulders tense at the decidedly happy tone and the way he flips that black knife in his large palm. Where did that come from? “I haven’t killed anyone in three days.”

Properly cowed, Bruno abruptly leaves my office, Tony and Killian on his heels. Leaving me with my wife in the relative silence of the office.

“Did I win?” Sloane asks, sliding into my vacate seat.

“Yes, menace, you won. Like you thought you would,” I drawl, dropping my gloves on to my desk. My cock twitches, enjoying her in my chair.

Grinning at me, she delicately opens her legs, allowing me to peer up her skirt. No panties, just like I thought. Her perfectly pink pussy glistens, already wet and ready for me to lick clean.

“Then I get to pick my prize.”

I grin. “You do,” I agree, dropping my jacket on to the desk. “What did you have in mind?”

She crooks her finger, daring me closer. Once within touching distance, she grabs my hair, pulling me close, lips brushing her vibrantly red ones.

She smells like rose and sex, and I want to paint her in my cum just to remind her who she belongs to. Just so I know I’m always with her.

“What do you want, husband?”

My hands slide up her thighs, pushing the skirt to her hips. Right over her breast, the healed tissue of her brand catches my eye, and I drop to my knees, intent on replacing any bad thoughts she might have with only me.

“Let me use my tongue to taste this beautiful cunt.” My words rumble from my chest. “And let me hear those screams I’m so found of.”

She smirks, leaning back. But that won’t do. I want more, I need all of this.

I throw one leg over the armchair, the other doing the same. Her thick curves are held by the Italian leather, her dress bunches around her waist .

“Fucking hell, woman.” I ease forward, placing my nose at the apex of her thighs, smelling her. “You look like heaven sitting like this before me.”

Her cheeks flush and her eyes darken with lust.

“Take out your hair.”

She licks her lips, pulling the locks free. They curl around her chest, over her breasts like red silk.

“Let me see those beautiful tits, menace.” My throat is dry. I’m dying to taste her, to see her lose control and soak my face. “Play with them while I lick this pussy and you ride my face.”

Without hesitation, she pulls down her bodice, full breasts falling free.

Mio Dio she’s going to kill me.

“Touch yourself, Sloane. I want to see your hands there while my hands hold these gorgeous legs.”

My fingers rake against her skin, red lines curving into her flesh. She hisses, pulling at her nipples with earnest.

My mouth lowers, not wasting time to suck her clit between my teeth. She shoots forward, one hand sinking into my dark curls, nail scratching my scalp.

“Fuck,” I groan, enjoying the way her taste explodes on my tongue. “Sloane, you taste incredible.”

“You just had me,” she breathes, holding me to her center. My tongue laps at her lips, swirling insider her core.

I groan. “And I could feast on you every day, every hour. You taste like divinity.”

Nibbling along her folds, I hold her open wide, diving in with intent. I memorize her taste, the feel of her body in my hands, thankful I get this one more time with her.

All those weeks ago, could have been the end of this.

I won’t let it be. I need Sloane. She is my salvation, my hope, my fears, the embodiment of my heart outside my body. If I have to worship on my knees for the rest of my life to remind her of my love and devotion, then I will.

Lifting up her hips, I press close, fingers trailing up her legs. Soon she’s moaning, withering in my grasp just like I want. I need this as much as she does.

I need those whimpers, the way her body tenses, how her hips buck against my face chasing her high.

It’s not long before I feel her core clench around my tongue. Fuck, she’s close. I replace my tongue with my fingers, paying attention to her clit. Flicking my tongue, I pump my fingers, curling them upward, bringing her higher still.

“Lex,” she moans, one hand pinching her nipple, the other holding me closer. Her makeup is smeared, her hair mussed, and she’s never looked more beautiful.

Sloane is my fucking perfect mess and I need more.

“Come for me, baby, let everyone hear what I do to you. Scream.”

She rocks twice more before she falls over the edge, her body going stiff as the orgasm crests. She soaks my face, dripping on to my seat.

I’m never wiping it off. I want her to mark every piece of furniture in this office.

Standing, I grab her hair, holding her head to my face. “You made a mess, Sloane. Clean it up.”

My chin is damp, and eagerly, her tongue darts out, lapping up at the juices there. She does three passes before I catch her tongue, sucking her into my mouth, draining her taste from her mouth.

I want all of her, forever. I won’t even share with her.

I lift her, pulling her hair until it’s wrapped around my wrist.

“Over the desk, menace. Ass out.”

Shoving her down, I place a hand on her neck, keeping her legs wide. Her pussy drips, coating her thighs. My cock is painfully hard, enraged and ready.

“You did so well, coming when I called for you,” I praise. I know Sloane has a praise kink, wanting that satisfaction that she did right.

Her shoulders drop, her red nails clawing into my desk. I’ll have marks there come tonight before business and God, I can’t wait to see it.

A beautiful, dirty memory just for me .

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” I ask, hand gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks.

Fuck, I want every hole, every part of her to be claimed by me. I plan on exploring every inch of her tolerance, every bit of her body until it’s permanently holding my marks.

“Answer me.” I yank her head back, biting her earlobe. “Tell me you’re my good girl, Sloane.”

“I’m your good girl.”

She gets even wetter.

I unzip my pants, cock springing free. Lining up to her entrance, I shove her head back down, lifting her hip so her body is arched.

“I’m going to fuck you until that mascara runs and you look thoroughly ruined. I want you walking out this office, messy and fucked to within an inch of my life. And you’ll walk out with my cum leaking from this pretty pussy. Do you understand?”

She tenses, turning her head to meet my eyes.

“What if I refuse?”

I slap her ass, feeling her body vibrate with pain and pleasure.

“This isn’t up for discussion, Sloane. You’ll walk out of here with me leaking down your legs so everyone knows who you belong to.” I slap her ass again, a red rose blooming along her right cheek. My hand runs over it immediately, soothing the bite of pain.

“If I want you full of me, so full of me that there’s no mistaking who you belong to. Me .”

I slam into her, shoving my cock so far into her that my balls bounce off her clit. She rears back, the pleasure spinning through us both.

Her loud moan rings out in my office, and it’s like choir voices singing a heavenly tune. I need to hear it again. I withdraw, slamming back inside her, her moan deeper.

“Fuck, I could get used to that sound.”

She laughs, voice shaking. “You better. We’re married. Only death will part us.”

God, I love the sound of that. Gone is the woman who wanted to cause a divorce, who would flee from me if given the chance. Now she’s mine, begging to be fucked raw and stay my wife.

I’ve never thought I was blessed, but now I’m sure God’s given me a great gift after all the shit I’ve experienced.

He gave me Sloane.

My hips thrust, pinning her to the edge of the desk, fucking her roughly. The desk moves, papers fall to the ground, pens scatter. At one point, Sloane almost falls off the edge and only my hand in her hair keeps her still.

“You can’t escape me, Sloane.” I grunt, feeling the signs of my orgasm coming. My balls tighten, the nerves up my spine firing harshly. Sloane’s body is tightening, her mouth opened into an O. She’s so damn close, I need to feel her finish.

“You’re mine, baby. This is it. You’ll be mine until you’re old and grey, until our great-grandchildren bury us in side-by-side graves. You’ll be mine even after death. I’ll make sure to never let you go.”

She groans, screaming out as she comes, soaking my cock as I release inside of her. It’s violent and hard as I pump everything into her.

She drops to the desk, body completely spent, but I’m not done.

Withdrawing, I use my bare fingers to push my cum further inside of her.

“Marking you with my cum is just one step, Sloane. I’m going to make sure you can’t ever leave me,” I say darkly, smiling as she moans, enjoying my fingers even though she can barely open her eyes.

“How’s that, dear husband?” she taunts, trying to push me away.

I hold her still. “You’ll bear my children. If you think I’m going to waste my cum and not wish for it to put a child in this body, you’re wrong.” I lean forward, lips brushing against her neck and jawline. “Call me toxic, but I’ll tie you to me in any way I can get you. Including this.”

I expect her to rage, to complain about taking her choice from her. I’m ready for it.

Instead, she flashes a wide, beautiful smile. “It’s a good thing you’re going to be a father then, Lex.” Those green eyes look up and I see the truth there, naked and bare to me. “Guess you’re not the only one toxic in this relationship.”

My heart nearly explodes from happiness.

THE END