Owned by the mafia boss

CARMELA

Michael fisted my hair. His gasps billowed my neck as his body rocked like a wave. His muscles glided under my hands, sweat slicking his tanned skin like oil. He plastered his face into my collar. He sucked and bit down, hard.

He burst with a wordless groan.

Something wild in Michael exploded when he fucked me. Maybe it was his orgasms, the way they sounded like a wound, or his hold on my wrists as he came. A low growl rumbled through his chest. His thighs twitched with spasms as he spilled inside me. His breathing calmed. He released me, the darkness purged from him.

I loved having sex with him.

But I cherished the moments when he melted into me, kissing. He was so sensual it made braving the flames worth it. Tonight, though, his kisses stung me with white-hot bites.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Michael broke from me, groaning. He yanked sheets over our bodies as Matteo crashed into the room, dressed in his jammies. He vaulted onto the mattress and threw himself onto Michael’s back.

Michael cringed. “Buddy, give us a minute.”

“What are you doing to Caramel?” Matteo cinched his arms around Michael’s neck. “Carmela.”

“Grown-up things. Teo, go play with your sister.”

“I wanna sleep with Carmela.”

Michael gave his son a wry grin. “If you were any other guy, that’d be a hard pass.”

“There’s too many people on this bed,” Matteo roared as he flung himself between us. “Daddy, you can sleep on the floor.”

“What?”

I covered my face and laughed.

Michael pulled on boxers before dragging Matteo off. I went into the bathroom. Michael joined me, hugging me from behind. His heart hammered as he folded me in his sweat-streaked body.

“My sweet caramel.”

A rush of warmth accompanied those words. “Still want to go out?”

“Hell yes. I hired a sitter.”

I showered, slipped into a cocktail dress, and did my makeup. When I finished, I rejoined him.

Michael combed his hair, eyes on the mirror. His forehead rippled with a deep frown, and then he glanced at me. The glance turned into a stare and his lips curled into something feral. He dropped the comb and approached me like a hunter stalking prey.

“Aren’t you a temptation. Ditch the mom jeans and wear this every day.”

“When have you ever seen me in pants?”

“I don’t pay attention to your clothes. Only when your outfit gets me so hard, my brain stops working.” His finger prodded my chin until I’d met his gaze. “Wait outside.”

“Why?”

“Can’t go to dinner with a loaded gun.”

He pushed me toward the door and swatted my ass. Twenty minutes later, Michael emerged from the bedroom. He’d shaved his face, slicked his hair on the sides, and put on a navy blazer over black slacks.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

We went downstairs, said goodbye to the nanny, and packed into his Audi, my stomach leaping with excitement.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere you’ll like,” he deadpanned as we pulled from the driveway. “Traffic sucks.”

“Did you make reservations?”

“No need.”

Interesting. “Now I’m wondering if I overdressed.”

Michael’s hand glided up my thigh, his touch burning through the fabric. “You look fine with a capital F.”

“You’re handsome, too. I’m happy we’re doing this.”

“Me too. You know what? We’re due for a family vacation. I’m considering Florida.”

“Disney World? Yeah, that’d be great.”

He shook his head. “Not Orlando-Miami. Palm Beach. Boca Raton, maybe.”

My heart galloped ahead. “Sure.”

Michael frowned. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m fine-I’m just thinking.”

“Thinking what, honey?”

Honey. “Are you feeling all right? You seem different.”

He shot me a puzzled look that made me doubt myself.

The discussion ended as we stopped at a familiar road. He got out of the Audi and tossed the keys to the valet. Then he took my hand, smiling so broadly that I must’ve imagined things.

I read the restaurant’s name on the glowing awning and gasped.

“This is my dad’s place!”

“I know.”

“How?” I hadn’t been inside in months. “I practically grew up here.”

Michael smiled at the building, as though he was lost in nostalgia. “It was one of the property titles your dad transferred to me.”

“We’re eating here?”

“Unless you don’t want to.”

“No, this is perfect. Thank you, Michael.”

It was as though the weirdness in the car never happened. I balled my fingers in his jacket and kissed him. He was unyielding at first. A stone structure that breathed but emanated zero warmth.

Then he opened his mouth.

“Of course, baby. I thought you’d might like to eat here before I tear it down.”