Married to the mafia boss Series

VINN

I fucked her again.

Again.

And again.

My plans became a distant memory dissolved in a night of wild sex. I took her standing up, in the bathroom, against the mirror, and in the shower because shoving her against the glass turned me on. I checked off a list of every depraved fantasy. My last recollection was nuzzling her perfect tits before falling into an exhausted sleep.

Until she woke me with a blowjob.

Liquid heat surrounded my semi. My cheeks burned with a rousing steam. Liana’s head bobbed as she made the sloppiest sounds. My fingers dove into a tangle of hair. Liana gagged before I dragged her to my chest.

I cupped her face and growled into her mouth. Liana slammed her lips into mine, refusing to let me breathe. My head buzzed from the lack of oxygen.

She was burning me up. Her lips pressed into my jaw. Her thighs glided over my hips. She fisted my cock and rolled over my body, gorgeous with her tits marked with my lust.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Her pussy wrapped me in silk. Before her, I’d never ridden bareback. Incredible. So fucking warm and wet. I slid into her like butter. She teased me, inch by inch.

No condom. I couldn’t believe we were doing this.

Michael’s sister.

Insane.

I patted her ass. “Did you have fun last night?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good. So did I.” I palmed her breasts as she rode me. “You’re beautiful. So goddamned perfect.”

I squeezed her nipples.

Her stomach tensed, and she hissed. Her velvet skin tempted, and I couldn’t stop touching her.

“I want to do so many degrading things to you.”

“Like what?”

My imagination ran wild.

I groaned, rolling over her curves. Her natural, plump tits filled my hands. I played with them. I turned my head and licked her nipple.

Liana let out tormented groans, squirming beneath me. I explored the perky breasts budding with pink and stroked the wide hips that opened for me. She arched. Wet and wanting. I rubbed her clit.

I curled her leg over my thigh and kissed the base of her neck. I sucked my way down her breast.

Then I fingered her.

She made a delicious sound, thrusting her body into my chest. Fuck, that was hot. She clenched her thighs on me. I slapped her thick ass. Then I pulled out and stuck my hand in her mouth. Her rosebud lips fastened on me.

Crimson stained her cheeks as I moved between her legs. Blood throbbed in my cock, the skin tight and aching. I pushed into her pussy and moaned. Silky heat gloved my dick, squeezing. Fucking her raw intoxicated me better than any whiskey. Her touch blazed me with lust.

I caressed the gorgeous hollow of her back and gripped her ass. I lifted her and rammed home. A brightness sprang into her gaze as I filled her.

She clawed at me, whining.

I pounded her, muffling her whimpers with a finger in her mouth. I dragged it out before lowering and kissing her.

Liana broke from me, panting. “I want to be on top.”

I rolled onto my back and enjoyed the ride.

She straddled me. So eager-I loved it-so many girls expected me to do everything. Liana plunged up and down as I teased her taut nipples. I caressed her silken belly before grabbing her hips, guiding her movements with quick, upward jerks.

A red-hot tide raged though me as she abandoned herself. She let out a loud cry, fisting my hair. My thighs trembled. The release came in a flood of melting opium as I fucked her with cum. Her body quivered with my two hard thrusts.

I sank into a peaceful pool, eyes half-closed.

She collapsed over my legs, breathing heavily. Her sighs blew across my groin. She grabbed my wet cock. Then she put her mouth to my shaft.

The pleasant shock of her tongue jolted me upright. “What are you doing?”

Liana paused, her hand wrapping me. “The guy I fooled around with said men liked being cleaned after sex.”

I laughed, torn between rage at that son of a bitch and admiration. “You don’t have to do that.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that. I think it’s sexy.” I traced the line of her jaw. “But you don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

My cock twitched with the lurch of excitement.

Was she doing this out of a twisted sense of obligation?

“Li, you were great. You know that, right? I’m more than satisfied. You’re amazing.”

“It’s-it’s not that.”

Liana’s cheeks flooded with pink.

Clearly, she had a filthy side. In that case, we’d get along just fine.

I gestured to myself. “Have at it, honey.”

A tentative smile carved into her cheek as she popped me into her mouth.

A groan ripped from me as she stimulated where I throbbed with a post-orgasmic glow. I seized her hair as her tongue swirled the sensitive skin. God, it was so wrong of me to encourage this, but she was liquid silk. My body tingled as she sucked me clean, gliding down my painfully hard dick to lave my balls. She was getting all up in there-Jesus. She licked the base of my cock and glided to the head.

I lurched upright. We moved to the edge of the mattress. She kneeled, lips wrapping me. Watching her take me on the floor zapped me with a lightning bolt of desire.

I stood.

She wrapped her arms around me when I drew out to give her a break. She wanted it rough-all right. I fisted her hair and went to town. She made delicious moaning sounds.

I pulled out and threw her on the bed.

Then I stroked my shaft, aiming over her glistening pussy. Milky ropes shot from my cock. I drenched her in cum. I gathered it all and shoved it inside her. Then I slammed it home.

Liana’s tortured moans told me she was close. She came with a tremor of her thighs and a crushing, long kiss.

A shudder passed through me. I savored the satisfaction I’d left inside her, but a longing tugged at my ribs. I wanted more.

Of what, I had no idea.

Minutes later, we finally stumbled out of bed.

Liana melted as I enveloped her in a button-up shirt. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Giving me the best night I’ve ever had.”

Warmth spread over my chest. “I had fun, too.”

She grinned coyly. “We should’ve done this when I turned eighteen.”

A cold shock gripped me as I pictured her at that age. A teenage Liana lusting after me seemed so outrageous, but she hadn’t faked any of this.

“I’ve no idea how I would’ve reacted if you hit on me.”

“I did. Plenty of times.”

I shook my head, smiling. “You needed to be more blunt.”

Liana snorted. “I don’t know how much more obvious I could’ve been without jumping on your lap.”

I made a sound of disbelief.

Was I fucking clueless, or what?

I thought back to every interaction with Liana. She’d always hung around me, clinging to my arm, seeking me out at family events, texting, calling. She visited me while I recovered in the hospital, and I’d never seen her beyond Michael’s little sister with an abnormal attachment to me.

It’d always confused me because I’d done nothing to deserve her affection.

A burn raked my throat, clawing me from the inside out. “You want pancakes?”

“Sure.”

Liana’s smile was as intimate as a kiss. The glow of it warmed me. I dressed in boxers and strolled into the kitchen, where I grabbed ingredients from the pantry as she rifled through my cupboards. I mixed everything and set a timer for fifteen minutes.

I opened the fridge. “Damn. I don’t have any blueberries.”

Liana settled into the counter stool, sipping orange juice. “I haven’t had blueberry pancakes since I was a kid.”

I closed the door, raking my hair. “Right.”

“You’re cute when you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

I couldn’t stop admiring the red marks dotting her skin. “Honestly, I’ve never gone through the morning-after.”

“Really?”

I pulled a skillet over the stove. “They’re out after an hour or two. I don’t let them stay.”

My mind spun. This was like an out-of-body experience.

The phone beeped, and I spooned a dollop onto the hot pan. It sizzled, and I flipped the blackening pancake. I finished cooking and dropped the stack of steaming cakes in front of her. I ate eggs as Liana feasted on carbs, her plate a pool of syrup.

“Wow. This is good. Letting them rise makes a difference.” Liana stared at me, her eyes sparkling. “Who taught you to cook? Your mom?”

“She wasn’t around much. I learned on my own. Trial and error. Lots of failed dinners.” My insides pulsed with a seething rage. “She gave me nothing but a roof over my head.”

I’d never told anyone how bad my situation had been. I could never risk losing Mike and my zia, the only people who’d made me feel safe and wanted. Even though my zia took care of me when I came over, I couldn’t tell her there wasn’t enough to eat at home.

What if CPS placed me out of Boston?

What if I never saw them again?

Liana gripped my bicep, her voice tentative. “Michael said before how he used to pack two school lunches. One for him and the other for you.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, the bitterness boiling in my gut. “My earliest memory is ripping open a bag of flour and eating until I vomited. I was three. She’d shove me into a closet, lock it, and leave for hours. Sometimes while she was with a man, the heroin dealer. My father.”

Liana squeezed me, but I looked anywhere but at her. I couldn’t bear her pity. I should’ve just shut up, but something inside needed to purge.

“When I was fourteen, he tried to take me away. I didn’t want to go. He lived in New York, and I hated him. He woke me up with his hand on my thigh. I grabbed the stun gun from under my pillow and shoved it in his neck. Then I stabbed him seven times. He died right there. My mom was nodding off in another room, so I called my uncle. Nico cleaned it up for me.”

Her fork clattered to the plate and banged the floor, but she paid it no mind. She gazed at me.

“And after that?”

I shrugged. “I went home.”

Was she disgusted? I couldn’t gauge her reaction, and it set me on fire. The uncertainty clawed at my insides like a rabid animal.

Liana’s eyes gleamed. “Why tell me this?”

“Because you deserve to know why I’m this way. I’m done pretending, Li. I want to be with you, really be with you.”

Her knuckle brushed my cheek. One finger became two, and then she cupped my face.

“Why?”

My stomach tightened, and I dragged her into my arms. “You stopped calling me. Texting. Showing up at my door. Everything. You did so many things. I didn’t realize how much they mattered. I never knew how bad it’d feel when they vanished. I missed you. I needed you, so…I took you.”

I kissed the top of her head and held on tight.

Owning her wasn’t enough.

I would make her fucking love me.