Mafia Kings: Massimo: Dark Mafia Romance Series #3

Rather than get dressed, I just put back on the t-shirt I’d been wearing. It was big enough that it hung down to my thighs and covered all the important parts.

Plus, I did not relish the idea of putting underwear on – and definitely not tight yoga pants.

Down there was still pretty sore. The longer I could let my lady parts chill out without anything on them, the better.

I tried combing out my hair, but it was a fuckin’ mess, so I just left it the way it was.

JBF hair – isn’t that what American girls call it?

‘Just been fucked’ hair.

Well, I’d definitely been fucked good and proper, that was for sure.

The one concession I made was to put on some socks to keep my feet warm – and then I padded out into the kitchen.

There was a small fire in the fireplace, and the smell of both smoke and coffee filled the air.

Massimo was standing over by the counter drinking a cup with his back to me.

I melted inside as soon as I saw him.

He was barefoot. He wore jeans and one of his tight, white t-shirts…

And his broad, muscular shoulders were mouth-watering as they tapered in a ‘V’ down to his relatively narrow waist.

And his ass was still perfect and firm and round under the seat of his jeans.

His ass!

I realized indignantly that I hadn’t gotten to see his ass last night, either.

Didn’t get to see the ass, didn’t get to see the cock –

We’re gonna have to rectify that situation, for SURE.

“Good morning,” I said as I walked past him.

His eyes widened –

And I decided to tease him, so I lifted up my t-shirt so he could see my bare ass.

He immediately sputtered his coffee back into his cup and coughed.

“Did you like that?” I said with a grin as I sat on a bar chair across the counter from him.

“I did,” he said, coughing a bit more.

“What’s for breakfast?”

He slid a banana and an apple across the counter towards me. “And there’s instant coffee if you want some.”

I narrowed my eyes. “How’s it taste?”

“Like instant coffee.”

“Eh… pass,” I said as I bit into the apple. Mmmm. “But some water would be great.”

He filled up a glass from the tap and slid it over.

I took a sip. Ice cold, but it tasted delicious.

“Mm. Much better in me than on me.” Having heard myself say that, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity for a double entendre. I gave his pants a lascivious glance and smirked. “Like some other things I can think of.”

He blushed the tiniest bit – so cute! –

And then said something I was not expecting, in a very serious voice.

“I shouldn’t have come inside you last night without making sure it was okay.”

Now it was my turn to choke on my drink.

I spluttered and coughed, then laughed. “Well, THAT’S a hell of a way to start a breakfast conversation.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, you just – you just went there, didn’t you?”

“You brought it up.”

“At least I was sly about it,” I laughed. “You just kind of whipped it out and stuck it in.”

He grinned. “Are we talking about just now, or last night?”

I giggled –

Jesus, did I just GIGGLE?!

– and said, “Both, actually. Although I definitely enjoyed you doing it last night. I didn’t… choke on anything,” I said, giving him another naughty look.

“Yeah, I’m afraid you would have choked.”

I decided to play with him a little.

I peeled the banana and said in a sultry voice, “Yeah, I kind of got that impression… even though I didn’t get to see it.”

And then I put the banana in my mouth…

Slowly sliding it between my lips…

And then slid it back out, letting the tip rest on my lower lip.

He stared at my mouth like he was hypnotized…

And he had to reach down to adjust himself under his jeans.

FUCK YES.

Just the thought of him shifting it in his pants was getting me very wet –

“Seriously, though,” he said in a somber voice, “are you… do we need to go back to town and find a pharmacy?”

That kind of killed the buzz.

“No, I’m fine,” I sighed. I reached over and grabbed my Birkin bag, which was sitting on the counter. I rummaged inside and pulled out my circular pill dispenser. “I’m on birth control. Probably a good thing you reminded me, though.”

Although it was a nice backup plan in case a condom ever broke, I took the Pill because I had really irregular periods otherwise.

I popped the next pill out of my dispenser and swallowed it with a gulp of water.

Massimo looked relieved.

Which kind of harshed my buzz even more, though I didn’t know why.

I guess it felt like all sexual tension had left the room…

And then he said something that made it flare right back up.

“I really loved coming inside you without a condom,” he said, his voice a deep, sexy rumble.

“Oh my GOD, dude!” I cried out, putting my palms flat on the counter like I had to prop myself up from falling over.

“What?!” he asked with a frown.

“I just – phew,” I said, fanning myself with my hand. “It’s a good thing I took that pill just now, cuz I think you just made me spontaneously ovulate.”

He chuckled and moved around the counter towards me.

As he came up next to me, my heart skipped a beat.

He was so tall that I had to lean my neck back all the way to look up at him.

He towered over me…

He put one of his arms around me…

And with the other hand, he brushed back a strand of hair from my forehead.

Now I was the one mesmerized as I stared up at him.

“Did you like it?” he growled.

My mouth was hanging open.

All I could do was just nod and murmur, “Uh-huh…”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Did you like me coming inside you?”

Oh God, yes…

My voice pitched up about an octave as I squeaked, “Uh-huh…”

His hand around my waist reached up under my t-shirt, and I felt his warm hand slide up my back.

A shiver of pure pleasure went up and down my spine.

“You know…” he rumbled with that sexy-as-fuck voice, “I never got to see you completely naked.”

“I… I never got to see something else,” I whispered…

And I felt bold enough to reach out to the front of his jeans.

I mean, with me sitting down and him standing, it was almost right there in front of my face.

My hand immediately found what I was searching for –

A big, thick shape straining hard against the denim.

A tiny moan escaped my lips.

“You wanna go back to the bedroom and see it?” he asked with a sexy smile.

“Uh-huh…” I nodded, mouth open, unable to form any words.

He gently pulled me off the chair, and I winced.

“What?” he asked with a frown.

“I, uh… we’re just going to have to take it slow,” I said. “I’m pretty sore down there.”

His voice became super-concerned. “Oh – well, we don’t have to do anything – ”

“OH YES we do,” I said, putting a finger on his lips to stop him from talking. “I said we’re going to have to take it slow, not NOT do anything.”

He grinned –

And then he bent over slightly and scooped me up into his arms.

I shrieked giddily and looped my arms around his neck –

And he kissed me as he carried me back to the bedroom like a groom with his bride.

…not that I was a bride or he was a groom.

Although I was looking forward to the next couple of hours as much as any girl on her wedding night, that was for damn sure.