Conquered by the Mafia Boss

My balls slap against her wetly as I pound her against the glass. The water washes away some of the lubrication, and it hurts, but it also feels really damn good. Especially when she claws my shoulders.

“Jack! Can I come? Please?”

I slow down and pull out of her, even though I want to drive right back in.

“No.”

Then I let her down, my cock screaming for release. I kneel at her feet and spread her legs apart. With my head right under her pussy, I use my thumbs to spread her lips apart and then I stroke that jeweled nub with my tongue.

“Jack! Oh God!”

I reach back and lick her silky pussy as water heats my body. Her taste fills my mouth and I drink greedily like a man starved of thirst. I close my mouth around her and suck, feeling her muscles quivering around my tongue. It buries inside her until my nose smashes her cunt, and then I pull back, flicking her clit.

“Oh Jesus, Jack!”

Man, it turns me on to hear her scream my name. It rebounds sharply off the tiles, as well as the swift slap across her ass.

I spread her apart again, loving how flushed she is and the way she digs her fingers into my hair, trying to yank me upright. Instead my finger slides into her soaking pussy and she grinds against me. I pull it out and curl my tongue in her wetness. She yanks hard.

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I ignore her.

“I’m sorry for-for what I did, just please!”

I stand up before she can get the last words out. “I don’t believe you.”

Her wet lashes blink at me plaintively and I draw her in. She presses her lips against mine, hungrily seeking out my tongue.

“Do you like tasting yourself?”

“Yes.”

Dirty girl.

She barely answers before crushing my lips again, her moans shuddering through my mouth.

“Please,” she cries. “I swear I’ll never do it again.”

I hold her flushed face until she stills. “No one will ever hurt you again.”

Then I grab her waist and spin her around, shoving her back down so that she plants both palms on the fogged glass. Her beautiful ass rises to me, the black calligraphy winking at me: Property of Jack. I grab a fistful of her ass and slap her. My palm stings with the force of the blow, and I watch as my handprint sears over her skin. My cock pounds with an ache, the head dripping as I pull her cheeks apart and dive into her warmth. She throws her golden head back and buckles against my thrusts. My eyes devour every inch of her body. There’s not a part of her that I don’t like. Everything, from the shape of her pink nipples to the mound of her pussy, to the way her ass jiggles when I fuck her from behind. Her walls feel like smooth silk, tightening over my cock. They pull at me, and I dive back in. Her breath cuts off with every stroke. High cries hit the ceiling as I lean in, grabbing her swaying tits. I slap Property of Jack, loving her for getting that tattoo.

“I love you!”

Goddamn it.

I’ve heard it from other women before, of course, but it never gave me a thrill like it does now. Never wanted to say it back.

“Come, baby. Do it for me.”

She lets out a whine and bucks against me. My balls slap her hard enough to hurt me and then I keep my dick lodged inside her. Convulsions ride like a wave along my cock, and she grinds me with a long moan that makes my dick pulse. Blonde hair twists around my hand as I pull her head, making her arch into that elegant slope. The need burns with hotter flames and it’s so fucking hot in the shower. The blistering heat beats on my back, heightening every sensation until I feel drunk. I yank her, she bounces off my hips, and the pressure builds-then all of a sudden I feel the release.

It’s pure gold. Ecstasy. Tension leaves my body as my cock swells inside her, claiming her body as mine. I feel the burst, the sweet release of pressure. Then her pussy feels warm and wet, and I keep digging my cock in, pushing my cum deep as I’m driven by instinct.

My cock twitches, the sensation gripping my thigh. Breathing hard, I reach back and dial down the heat. She stands up and lies against the glass wall with her forearms, completely exhausted. My arm curls around her waist and she turns, her freckles burning.

“I love you, too.”

BEATRICE

“Walk to Papa!”

My cousin grips my baby’s chubby hands for balance as he walks on shaky feet. Jack kneels on charcoal-gray slacks in the middle of Johnny’s living room, his hands outstretched toward his son.

“Go on. Walk!”

Michael turns his head toward my voice and stumbles toward me. “Mama!”

A smile pulls at my lips as my baby boy’s face wrinkles with a smile. “No, papa! Go to papa!”

“Come,” Jack says in a stronger voice.

The one-year-old totters faster, Maya holding on to his hands until we cheer. Michael squeals with delight as his father takes him in his arms and kisses his cheek. A warm glow fills my chest when Jack cradles our son, a brilliant smile on his face.

“Mama!” A two-year-old boy with thick, dark-brown curls runs from Johnny’s legs and tugs on his mother’s skirt.

“What is it?”

His eyes glaze with tears as he looks at the baby receiving all the attention. Maya gives me a knowing grin.

“Aw, he’s jealous. Come here, Matteo.”

The shy toddler walks to me with urging from his mother, “Go to your zia,” and I hoist him in my arms. He plays with my shirt and I smile at Johnny, who stands across the room. Only a year ago he wouldn’t let me touch his son. Now he’s godfather to Michael. My life feels like a dream. Every day I wake up, expecting them all to vanish, but I’m still just as happy as I was the day before.

“Let’s go outside. Food’s ready!”

Jack follows Johnny through the living room, but Maya stops for a second, her hand still over her swollen belly.

“What is it?”

“Just kicking.”

Relief floods my cousin’s face as we continue walking to the patio outside, where a charcoal grill hisses with sausage links and hamburgers. I watch them interact outside, marveling at the change between them. Ever since that night at the clubhouse, things have been different. Johnny warmed up to both of us and started inviting me over when everything cooled down.

Thinking about the MC sends a dart of pain in my heart. For months it’s been like walking on pins and needles. The president, Reg, somehow survived and there was a violent reshuffling in the leadership of the mob. Traitors had to be dealt with. Jack doesn’t tell me much about it. The first few months were the worst, when I was holed up in a safe house with Maya. Then there was the stress of the indictments for the Trudeau heist, and then finally the Mafia and the MC hammered out a truce to stop the CSIS investigation in its tracks. Again.

Who knows how long it’ll last.

My parents. Cousins. They’re still at the fortress. The place I used to call home is closed to me forever.

The sadness gripping me brightens when Matteo grabs a chunk of my hair and tugs sharply. The frown on his pudgy face makes me burst into laughter.

“All right. All right.”

I hand off Matteo to his mother, who buckles him into the child seat around the patio table.

“Sausages need a couple more minutes,” Johnny says.

Jack wanders the yard and finally stops at my side, sliding an arm around my waist as he plants a kiss on my cheek. “Did we make a beautiful kid, or what?”

Heat slowly rises up my spine when he squeezes me and I stare into Michael’s deep-brown eyes. They’re exactly the same shape as his father’s.

“Babe, I invited your parents over for dinner next week.”

“What?”

A mischievous grin spreads over his handsome face as he quickly looks behind him. “Johnny doesn’t have to know.”

Tears prick my eyes. “They’re really coming?”

“Yeah. I figure it’s about time I meet them.”

A soaring feeling fills my chest. “I can’t believe you’d do that for me.”

“Of course I would. I love you.”

His arm pulls me tight and suddenly the world shines a lot brighter. The warmth of the sun seeps into my skin until I can feel my mood lifting. I share one last look with the man who gave me everything, and then we lose ourselves in another kiss.