Conquered by the Mafia Boss

My pulse races ahead and I almost want to take a step back from him, that’s how forbidding he looks.

“Relax, hon. I’m just joking. I knew you’d come back.”

Heat rises in my cheeks as deep dimples carve into his face.

Cocky son of a bitch.

He turns his head, addressing the guys around him. “She told me she didn’t fuck Italians.”

Laughter explodes around me. I knew it would happen-I expected it. Hell, I deserve it for turning him down.

He sits with his hands on his knees, grinning at me like the Cheshire cat as his friends laugh and laugh their asses off. “Some balls!” one of them yells.

Johnny’s speech is a bit heavier than usual from the alcohol, but his eyes look just as sharp. “Couldn’t resist a bit of Italian sausage, am I right, sweetheart?”

I roll my eyes at the crude banter. If he thinks he’s going to offend me with that shit, he’s wrong. I’ve heard worse. I’ve heard a thousand times worse. Hell, I grew up around a bunch of foul-mouthed bikers. This is child’s play.

Still, that deserves a brushing off.

“You know what?”

The corners of his lips pull, and I hate how my heart does a little flip when I see it directed toward me. “What?”

“I think you’re right. My pussy is too good for your cock.” I flash a grin at his stunned face. “Bye.”

Then I turn around and walk about two feet before my body stumbles backward into something solid and warm. A hand grasps my arm and yanks me back.

The air from my chest disappears as his strong hands turn my body around so that I’m facing him, crushed against his chest. Still smiling, he leans in until his lips are brushing my ear. If I thought I was uncomfortably warm before, it’s nothing compared to now. My whole body heats up like a furnace, responding to his touch.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The growl in his voice takes me aback for a moment. I wonder if it’s another joke, but it doesn’t feel like it when his fingers are pinching me. Jesus, I’ve never met such an intense person in my life.

Despite the fact that I’m just waiting for him to turn his face and brush his lips against mine, I push his chest. “I’m going to find someone else who won’t humiliate me in front of his friends.”

“You started it.”

Whatever.

His eyes light up with mischief. “That’s the only reason why you’re here, isn’t it? You’re pissed off at Daddy, and the greatest revenge you can think of is to suck my cock.”

Yeah, that’s about the size of it.

“You want me thrusting inside you, filling you up with my cum. You want to be defiled by me. Don’t you?”

Sweet Jesus, yes.

I want to have one wild night with him. Not because he’s Italian. Not because I want revenge. Because I haven’t gotten laid in years, and he’s the most seductive, sinful man I’ve ever met. He’s just a bar owner, but he acts as though he’s larger than life. The confidence. The sexiness. Trash flies from his mouth, and my pussy gets wet. I don’t understand it.

I want to strip off my clothes right now.

“I want-I want a good time. You look like you’re good.”

He takes my chin between his forefingers, and I feel like some kind of pathetic puppet. Dark eyes dance at me. “You bet your sweet ass, I am.”

Warm breath mists over my face, and I’m waiting for him to kiss me. All train of thought halts to a standstill as he touches my waist. The warmth from his hand burns through my dress as though it were made of silk. His hand. On my waist. Oh, he just squeezed me.

Fuck, he’s talking.

“Maya?” he says with laughter in his voice. “Did you hear a word I just said, or were you thinking about how badly you want my cock inside you?”

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“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Yes,” he says, eyes flashing. “I can do many things with my mouth. I think you’ll find that I’m very talented.”

His arms wind around me slowly, like a snake coiling around its prey. I’m slipping into some kind of coma, trapped in this guy’s arms. His jacket smells like cedar, but there’s not a hint of cigarette smoke, despite this bar being full of it.

“Talented at what?”

But I already know the answer. I already know it from the smile on his face, as he drops closer and closer, his hands locking me into place now. His lips hover over mine, and I stand still as if paralyzed.

“Eating out your pussy.”

I can feel it clenching tight at his words. Eating me out? I’ve never experienced a man’s tongue and mouth down there, but now I’m imagining his dark head bobbing between my legs.

Then his hands unwind from my hips and he steps back with a pleasant smile, the warmth gone.

What the fuck?

“Want a drink?”

The suggestion makes me angry. He stands in front of me, humor in his eyes as I cross my arms over my chest. His guy friends are still eyeing me, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ve been waiting way too long for this, and if he won’t give me a one-night stand, I’ll find someone else who will.

My voice erupts in the middle of the bar. “No, I don’t want a drink. I want you to take me home and fuck me.”

My raised voice catches the attention of his friends, sitting nearby. One of them looks at me with a slack-jawed expression as the bar goes suddenly silent, the patrons wheeling around to look at the crazy girl.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny,” one of them says as he eyes me. “If you’re not banging her, I will.”

A smattering of laughter rings out, and the noise returns to normal levels.

My very ears are burning.

Johnny’s voice darkens as he shoots the man a warning look. “Don’t be an asshole.”

It’s weird. The man gives Johnny a cowed look and mumbles an apology to me. Johnny turns his attention back to me, hitching up a smile on his face. He tries to act cool, but I can see the hunger blazing in his eyes.