Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“Yes, please! Harder!”

I’ll fuck you harder, bitch.

I grab her hips and thrust with all my strength. She bounces against me and I yank back, that amazing thrill shooting into my dick more, the deeper I bury myself. I love seeing her ass bounce on my cock, and the way her tits sway back and forth with the violence of my thrusts. Her throat tears into the night so that I think all of Vegas can probably hear us fucking.

I reach for her hair spilling all over her back and I grab those silky strands, pulling her hard enough to make her legs shake.

Then I look down and see my cock, slick with her pussy juice, pummeling her. I hold her hips and jar her body, keeping myself balls deep. It rips from me. Cum blasts from my dick and she grinds her hips against me, taking it all.

Fuck. Holy fuck it feels so good.

I pulse a few more times, feeling my dick shooting inside her. My legs shake as exhaustion settles in. I pull out, and she puts her hand inside her pussy. That greedy girl wants to keep all of my cum inside her.

I lie down, settling in behind her as I curl my hand around her stomach. I nuzzle her neck and give her a kiss as pleasure numbs every thought.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Beatrice turns her head and I catch her parted lips, slipping my tongue inside her sweet mouth. She sighs into me and I pull back from her, every surface of my body tingling.

Then she pulls back, looking at me. “Why did you say yes?”

“I can’t bring my brother back, but maybe I can make a family with you.”

Her eyes slowly well up and a horrible feeling clenches my stomach.

“What did I say?”

“I’m sorry about your brother,” she chokes out. “I hate what they did to you. I hate the violence between our families. I want it to stop.”

Tears slip down her face as she silently cries.

I don’t have the heart to tell her that it won’t ever stop.

BEATRICE

Heat lines ripple over the concrete like waves of water. The strip of sunlight across my shoulder slowly burns my skin, and I shift myself so that I’m covered by the umbrella. Even in the extreme heat, Jack looks cool. He wears a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and slacks. His hair looks static in the nonexistent breeze. A tray of breakfast separates us. Jack reaches across the table and holds out his hand. I slip mine into his and he gives me a wink that makes me feel giddy, as though I’ve had a big sip of wine. Every time he looks at me and smiles, I can’t help but feel like a girl with a stupid crush.

A soft jangling sound shatters the peaceful morning, and Jack slips his hand into his slacks to retrieve his cell phone. He frowns at the screen.

“Yeah? Hey, Sal.” He pauses for a moment. “Yeah, it’s nice. One second.” He moves the phone from his face and addresses me. “I have to take this.”

My mood sours as Jack rises from the table and walks away from the table and down the edge of the pool.

I think about that night we talked about the violence in our families. If I get pregnant, I’ll become one of them. But Jack’s brother died at the hands of the mob. His own people. Are we really safe?

The sun disappears and a cloud rolls over my body, chilling me instantly. Suddenly I long for home. Those four concrete walls were confining, but I never felt scared behind them.

A hand curls over my shoulder and I jump in my seat.

“Relax.” Jack pulls up his chair and sits beside me. “There’s some things I have to take care of.”

“What? Why?”

He lifts up his shoulder in a shrug, looking irritated. “John just wants me to check in with some people here.”

I grab his arm. “Doesn’t he know you’re still injured?”

His eyes narrow. “I’m sure he doesn’t give a shit.” His tone softens when he sees the anxiety on my face. “It’s not going to be like that. Don’t worry.”

“Can’t you see that he keeps sending you places that get you hurt?” My voice drops and I feel my cheeks flush.

He laughs. “Sweetheart, if he wanted to kill me he’d just fucking do it.”

I dig my nails into his arm. “Not if he knew the rest of the guys wouldn’t approve. Like your brother.”

Jack’s face darkens and he pulls his arm out from under mine. “Beatrice, you need to relax. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He stands up and kisses my head, giving me a small smile before he walks away.

Sighing, I sit back into my chair and pick a few more strawberries from the pile on my plate, watching the rippling blue waves of the pool. I decide to walk down the strip on my own to kill time before Jack gets back.

The sun beats down on my neck as I walk across the huge traverses, passing by Caesar’s Palace. I wander in some of the shops, and I stop in my tracks when I see a tattoo parlor.

An idea makes my heart flutter.

Yes.

It’s fucking crazy.

He’ll love it.

I open the glass door to the tattoo parlor, and a redheaded girl with colorful koi fish tattoos spiraling her arms looks up at me with a smile.

“Hi, I’d like a tattoo.”

“Great! What were you looking to do?”

“Something small. Just text. Do you have any availability?”

“Yeah, come in.”

I walk behind the counter, my heart beating faster as I prepare myself to tell her what I want. Just a line of text, really.

She grins wickedly. “I’m assuming Jack is your husband?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.”