Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“I am not a piece of ass.”

He makes an amused sound through his nose and then he pulls the straps down. A surge of rage suddenly hits my chest.

“You can’t talk to me like that!”

“Oh yeah?”

His smirk incenses me.

“What’re you going to do about it?”

Fucking smug asshole.

I’ll show you what I’ll do about it.

SLAP!

My hand rips across the side of his face and I feel the sting on my palm, breathing hard. His cheek flames red and then he turns back to me slowly.

Why the fuck- What the hell are you DOING?

Oh shit.

Then my breath catches in my throat as he digs his fingers in my hair, his mouth closing in. My body responds automatically to him, like a switch. Hot lips crash against mine and he sucks my lip in his mouth, giving me a hard nip with his teeth.

His other hand slides around my waist, pinning me to his rock-solid body. My heart flies in my chest like a bird. I can’t help it. His tongue plays with me, and my hands slide up his chest, over the powerful, flat muscles. Then he breaks away from me, and I feel like I’m falling.

He loosens his hand from my hair and pushes it over my head so that I stumble down, catching his hips to break my fall. Then suddenly my mouth bumps against his thick cock and a tingle runs through my pussy.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock.”

Heat flares in my chest as a dark chuckle shakes from Jack’s mouth. He pulls down his sweats and his fully erect cock slides over my cheek. The hand at the back of my head pushes me so that I get a face full of dick. Fuck him, but it’s hot.

I wrap my fingers around him and take him in my mouth as a small voice screams at me. This is fucked up. You shouldn’t be letting him treat you like this.

He groans as he slides in my mouth. The pleasant taste of him fills my mouth as he grabs my hair and thrusts his hips.

“Swallow every drop of cum, and maybe you’ll be lucky enough to become mine.”

Asshole.

I shouldn’t want to please this bastard, but then I take him in deep and he lets out a delicious moan that makes a pleasant wave run through my body. I grab his waist as he pumps into my mouth, making me gag as he buries himself. My tongue slides underneath him and swirls around his head. I love the feel of him inside me-the pulse of his heartbeat throbs in my mouth.

“Look at me,” he says in a tight voice.

I look up into his red face, which trembles with urgency. I tighten my lips around him as my skin burns with need. He shudders and digs his fingers in my hair, exhaling a soft curse. I gag on his cock and pull him out, feeling how thick he is in my hands. My mouth swallows him again, and he bends his knees to fuck my mouth hard and fast.

“Take my fucking cum.”

A thrill shoots up my chest as he buries himself deep enough to make me gag, holding himself there as he lets out a huge groan. My heart races as I realize what he’s about to do-I’ve never done it before. His cock jumps and my mouth fills with warm, salty cum. I swallow it down quickly as he pulls back slightly and thrusts again, another load filling my mouth. It’s fucking sloppy. How does he get me to do things I’ve never done with anyone else?

He slips from my mouth and my stomach tenses when he bends down and grabs my arms, pulling me upright. I wipe my lips as a smile twitches on his relaxed face. My arousal pounds though my body as he takes my hands and leads me to the couch. He sits down and yanks me, the same way he took me when I first met him. I tumble in his lap with a gasp and his laughter falls over my ears. Jesus, he’s so warm. His head turns and his lips graze my forehead.

“I’ve had a lot of girls chase after my cock, but none of them were quite this determined.”

What the hell am I doing?

“I’ve never done that with anyone.”

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Another edge of anger digs into me like a knife. “Is this what you plan to do to me when we’re married?”

“Yes. Over and over again.”

At least he’s honest.

“So this marriage is going to be fake?”

“Fake? You’re putting on my ring. You’ll be living in my house, sharing my bed.”

The strangeness of it rings in my ears. Rough hands snake around my neck and jaw, forcing me to look into hungry eyes.

“So basically you want me to be a live-in whore.”

His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “You’ll be more than that.”

It’s clear from looking at his expression that “more” isn’t that much. Great.

“I need to take you to Johnny. Give me a minute to get dressed.”

Johnny?

“Now?”

“Yep,” he says unhappily.

My insides do a backflip as I think about the ruthless mob boss. He’s the same guy who killed and torched Julien, and left the burning corpse at our gate. My skin crawls when I remember seeing the blackened remains. It was retaliation, pure and simple, but it still made me sick to my stomach.

Johnny scares the shit out of me.

I stand up from the couch as I hear Jack retreat to his bedroom and strip from his clothes. The soft sound of them hitting the floor brings me a vivid image of his muscled body, covered in dark ink. I hang near the edge of his doorway and see a rich display of him tugging on a pair of black briefs over his amazing ass. Just the sight of his rippling arms and back makes my breath still.

Then his dark head turns around impassively, as if he senses my presence.

“I know I’m hot to look at and all, but it’s a little weird if you’re just standing there.”

Damn him.