Defying Her Mafioso

  Nothing.

  Ciro was done being gentle. His fingers dug into my ass, grinding me against his erection. Fuck, that feels so good. My head fell against the door, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head as I clutched at his shoulders, trying to hold on as he drove me crazy with a need that was consuming me.

  His lips touched the base of my throat, his tongue flicking over the erratic pulse that was fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, from all the pleasure. I had everything I’d ever wanted right here. Nothing and no one could have fucked up my happiness in that moment.

  “Bed.” He growled against my throat. “We need a bed.”

  Bed? Hell, he could take anything he wanted from me right there against the door. But I didn’t protest when his grip on my ass tightened almost painfully and he carried me across his living room. I didn’t check out his decor as he made the quick trip to his bedroom. He could have had a torture rack and a dead body lying around, for all I knew.

  My eyes were glued to his face. His blue eyes were wild and animalistic in a way that made me rub against his hardness as he opened the door to his bedroom. His face was set in tense lines that would have probably scared the piss out of his men. Knowing that I had put that look on his face, knowing that I had the power to make him turn into a mindless beast, sent a thrill down my spine.

  Ciro loves me.

  Ciro wants me.

  Ciro is going to marry me.

  Those three facts kept echoing through my head until I began to shake with happiness.

  Chapter 21

  Scarlett

  Ciro stopped abruptly and suddenly I was falling. My back hit a plush mattress. The cool silkiness of the comforter, felt delicious against my overheated arms and legs. I lifted my eyes, watched as Ciro kicked off his shoes and then reached for his belt. My eyes lingered on the large bulge that was trying to fight its way to freedom. My mouth went dry as my pussy clenched with anticipation.

  The belt went flying across the room, but Ciro didn’t undo his pants. He dropped to his knees in front of me, his big hands already gliding up my dress until they reached my neck. His thumb stroked over my chin until it reached my lips. I licked him, watched as his nostrils flared and he inhaled sharply.

  “I want you naked. Now.” He stood, his hands already full of my dress hem. I sat up long enough for him to pull it over my head, then fell back against the mattress once again. The cool air from the air-conditioning, the silky coolness of the covers, they were no relief from the heat of Ciro’s gaze as he ran his eyes over my near nakedness.

  I had on one of the hundreds of matching bra-and-panty sets that Victoria always bought me when she was shopping. For the first time I was glad she had a secret addiction to sexy underwear. With the way Ciro was eating up the sight of me in my sheer ice-blue bra and matching bikini panties, I mentally made a note of thanking my sister the next time she called.

  The mattress depressed on either side of me as Ciro put his hands on the bed and leaned forward. His lips touched my cheek, then moved down to my jaw. I heard him breathe in deeply, his lips and nose tickling as he kissed a trail down my neck, over my collar bone and to my left shoulder. I felt the nip of his teeth as he lifted my bra strap and pulled it down my arm. Gooseflesh popped up all over my skin as I watched his head move, felt the tender bite of his teeth and warm moistness of his lips.

  With my left strap halfway down my arm, he kissed his way back to my collar bone and then over to the other strap. I was trembling by the time he had it down my arm. His knees hit the mattress, making me sink into the bed more. He didn’t put his weight on me, although I could feel his dick flexing against my stomach as he leaned forward to kiss me.

  I kissed him back hungrily, my tongue tangling with his. I was getting drunk on his taste. The world could have ended but neither one of us would have noticed. Ciro sucked my bottom lip into his mouth roughly, and I felt the tingle from that roughness all the way to my pussy. He was stealing all the oxygen from my lungs, but I didn’t need air right then.

  I barely noticed him shift, was too lost in everything he was making me feel to even care what he was doing with his hands until I felt them on my breasts. I arched into his touch, seeking more even as he sucked harder on my lip. His rough fingers traced over each globe until they reached the front clasp. With the twist of his fingers the bra fell apart, exposing my aching nipples to the cool air.

  Those rough fingers found my diamond-hard nipples, tracing around them teasingly. I pulled back from the kiss, crying out from the exquisite pleasure that made my body feel like there was a fireworks show going off deep inside. I gasped, sucking in deep breaths as he lowered his head, replacing his fingers with his lips.

  My fingers went to his head, holding him against me. “Yes,” I whimpered as he sucked my nipple against the roof of his mouth hard. “Ah, yes. More. Please, Ciro. More.”

  He switched from one breast to the other, showing it just as much attention. It was too much. It wasn’t nearly enough. It was perfect and crazy and all I wanted was for him to make me stop aching, yet I never wanted the ache to end. It wasn’t until he lifted his head that I realized I’d actually said all of those things aloud. He was helpless to put up the mask he normally hid everything he was thinking behind. I saw the need, the love, and even the awe.

  Ciro’s breath was shaky as he wrapped his hands around my waist and rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I landed across his chest, my hair spread out around us like a curtain. “If you don’t take charge I’m going to end up hurting you,” his deep voice rumbled. “You’re in control here, Scarlett.”

  For the first time since he’d kissed me outside Don Rubirosa’s, I was nervous. What if I did something he didn’t like? What if he hated how I touched him? What if—?

  The millions of doubts and ‘what ifs’ were quickly pushed to the back of my mind when Ciro skimmed his lips over mine in a kiss that stole all thoughts from my head and made my body melt against his. “Just do what feels good for you, vita mia,” he murmured against my lips, having read my thoughts so clearly. “I’ll love anything and everything you do. Don’t be scared. I will never hurt or embarrass you. Trust me.”

  Taking my hands, he guided them to the top button of his shirt. “I’m as much yours as you are mine. Show me you know that.”

  Those words gave me the courage I needed to put my nervousness aside and just let myself enjoy the man underneath me. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned each one, exposing more and more of his delicious chest to my hungry eyes. It wasn’t nerves that had me quaking though, it was need that was making my blood burn through my veins.

  Ciro just lay there, not daring to move, barely even breathing as I pushed the shirt apart. I could feel his eyes on me as I traced my index finger over every hard ridge and groove of his chest and abdomen. We both sucked in a deep breath when I reached the top of his pants and carefully undid the button. My fingers worked slowly and carefully over the zipper, his breath hissing out through his teeth as I stroked over the steel-like bulge.

  The zipper was undone and he was breathing like he’d just run five miles without stopping, but he still didn’t move. Didn’t try to touch me. He didn’t say a word as I tugged his pants down, exposing his black boxer briefs that stretched across his thick thighs. My fingers dipped into the top of the boxers, taking them off as I pulled his pants down. As I moved, my hair brushed over his chest, down his stomach and over his pelvis. His body seemed to jerk like he’d been electrocuted, his hands reaching out and fisting in the comforter to keep from touching me.

  I finished stripping him and then sat back on my heels, drinking in the sight of him. I loved his body. The way every single muscle seemed to ripple with each breath he took. The way his olive complexion stood out especially when my much lighter skin was so close to his. One of his thighs alone was as big as I was, making me realize how small I really was. How fragile I was compared to his streng
th. A strength he would never use against me.

  I tossed my bra aside and then reached for my panties, needing to be just as bare as he was. The hands already fisted in the comforter tightened and I shot him a smirk, knowing it was killing him not to touch me.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, vita mia. You have no idea what you do to me.”

  I glanced at his long, thick erection. Blue veins had popped out along the entire length, the pink head damp with his pre-cum. “I can take a guess.”

  “I’m dying for you,” he groaned when I just continued to look at his cock. “Come here, baby. Let me kiss you.”

  I went willingly. As my body pressed into his, I realized that despite our differences we fit perfectly together. His hardness against my softness was delicious. The way his heartbeat drummed against my breasts as I fell onto his chest matched the rhythm of my own. He kept his hands fisted in the covers, but his kiss was just as commanding, binding me to him just as forcefully as if he were physically holding me against him.

  Ciro

  Don’t touch her.

  I knew if I let myself so much as brush my fingertips over her soft skin I would lose all control. There would be no stopping me from taking her without first getting her ready enough to take my cock. She was too small, too innocent, and I would never cause her physical pain, not even at the expense of my own pleasure. So I kept my hands locked in the comforter.

  Her soft body pressed down on mine, holding me in place with nothing more than her scent and warmth. Her lips were just as hungry as mine as she kissed me, her tongue tangling with mine. Lower, she shifted her hips back and forth, rubbing the apex of her thighs against my hard-as-stone cock. I could feel the dampness from her arousal coating us both and it was sweet torture to my throbbing body.

  The moans and whimpers coming from her were driving me crazy. The way she rubbed against me like a cat wanting to be petted making my blood burn like molten lava through my veins. She had complete control this time, but I was dying for when I could have her the way I’d always dreamed. Lying beneath me. Giving me everything she had and begging for more.

  Her head lifted, her lips swollen and slightly bruised from our kisses. I could see the uncertainty still lingering in her eyes. My little innocent wasn’t sure what to do next, but she was enjoying every second of being in control. “Tell me what you want, Scarlett. Tell me and I’ll make it a reality.”

  Her lashes lowered, but not before I saw the pleasure my promise had caused. “I want you to touch me.” She reached for one of my hands, her fingers brushing over my clenched fist until I unfolded it and entwined them together with hers. Pulling our joined hand toward us, she rubbed it down her side until she reached her hip. She turned onto her side, half on me and half on the bed. “Touch me here,” she commanded as she rubbed the back of my hand over her damp folds.

  I clenched my right hand, holding the comforter tighter until I was sure I was going to crack my knuckles, but the hand she was holding touched her with tenderness. I gently released her hand and parted her drenched pussy lips, my thumb seeking out her clit. I watched her face, saw how her eyes nearly rolled back into her beautiful head as I brushed a butterfly-soft touch over the small bundle of nerves.

  The way she responded to me, the way she melted and gasped my name, it was all a rush I’d never experienced before with any woman. Scarlett rolled onto her back, spreading her thighs welcomingly for me. I felt her trembling, making my own body shake in response. I continued to softly tease her clit with my thumb while I dipped into her tight little body with my middle finger.

  “More,” she moaned. “Mm, more.”

  My right hand was going numb from how hard I had it clenched, but I forgot all about it as I took my time. I memorized the feel of her petal-like clit, breathing in the scent of her sweet nectar as she grew more and more wet with each dip of my finger into that tight little pussy. Her muscles tightened around my finger, begging for more even as she pleaded for it in my ear.

  She was panting, her tits practically bouncing with how fast she was breathing. Her trembling limbs were starting to tighten, her inner muscles already beginning to contract as her release grew near. I turned my head, seeking her lips. She gave them to me willingly.

  Scarlett’s mouth opened just enough for me to slip my tongue inside. As I stroked my tongue over hers, I pressed down on her clit and thrust a second finger into her opening. Her back arched, pushing her hips completely off the bed as her body instinctively moved against my hand, riding out her orgasm. She cried out into my mouth, but I didn’t release her lips.

  I swallowed every moan and whimper, every pitiful cry of my name while my hand continued to stroke her. Slowly, her body began to go languid and her hips fell back onto the bed. I rubbed her clit in gentle little circles, leaving her lips in search of her nipples. As I sucked one into my mouth, she moaned in need again.

  “What do you want now, vita mia?” I murmured against her flesh. “Tell me.”

  “You,” she gasped, her hips thrusting in time to my fingers still inside of her, twisting and stretching, preparing her so she could accommodate my thickness better. “Please, Ciro. I ache for you.” I slipped my fingers from her tightness, making her cry out in protest. “No.”

  “You can’t have me and my fingers, vita mia.” I unclenched my right hand and grasped her ass with both hands, pulling her on top of me.

  Fuck, I love her ass. Second only to her legs.

  My thumbs caressed down the seam of her ass, making her whimper in a mixture of need and confusion. I watched her eyes, knew she loved what I’d just done but she was unsure if she was supposed to like it or not. One day, I’d make sure she knew that she could have anything and everything that made her feel good. Tonight wasn’t for exploring that, though. No, tonight was about making her mine. About her making me hers.

  Using my legs, I spread her thighs wide until her opening was right over my dick. Still holding on to her ass, I rubbed her up and down the length. Hell. I gritted my teeth as her wet heat felt so good that my balls tightened. She moaned my name, her pussy flooding with more arousal to help me slip into her. When I felt her thighs begin to tremble, I took her hand and guided it down to my cock. Wrapping her fingers around the base, it took me a few moments before I could speak. “Put me inside you, vita mia. Make me a part of you.”

  Her eyes shot to mine, capturing my gaze and holding it hostage as she did just that. When the heat of her entrance brushed over the tip of my dick, I nearly lost what little control I had left. Nearly tossed her on her back and took what she was so selflessly giving me. I had to release her ass, although it nearly killed me to let her go. If I didn’t stop touching her, I was going to hurt her.

  Inch by inch she slid down my length. Her channel was soaking wet, her muscles soft and welcoming from her earlier release, but already starting to clench again, desperate for more. When the head of my dick hit with resistance, she clenched up, not pulling away from the pain that little wall of resistance promised, but not moving, either.

  Fuck. I was about to explode and I was only halfway in her. She had to do this herself, though. I wouldn’t take this from her. She had to give it to me. Her eyes filled with uncertainty. “Ciro…”

  “I love you,” I told her, forgetting about how close to the edge I was. Forgetting how good her heat felt surrounding my cock. Forgetting everything but the most important truth. “I love you more than anything. You are my life. Give this to me and I’ll give you the world.”

  Tears filled her brown eyes, but in the next moment she was pushing her sweet heat down, and I was roaring with the feel of being seated to the hilt inside of paradise. She was panting, her entire body shaking with reaction. A tear fell onto my chest and my heart clenched at the sight of her crying.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry, vita mia.”

  She shook her head, a smile brightening the entire room. “Don’t ever be sorry for this, Ciro.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” Slowly her body began to relax around my cock. She lowered her head and brushed her lips over my chin, my cheek, then my lips.

  With that soft kiss I lost what small shred of control I had left. My hands reached for her ass, squeezing each globe in my hands hard. She moaned, her channel flooding with a wave of need as she quickly forgot about the pain. I thrust upward, felt her inner muscles quiver.

  Cursing, I rolled us until she was underneath me. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I’d had fantasies about those damn legs. How they would bend around me and hold me prisoner while I fucked us both into next week. That was another thing for a different day.

  Nothing about this moment would ever be categorized as fucking. Tonight, I made love to her. Maybe it was a little rougher than I had hoped, but it was hard to hold back when I finally had the only thing I’d ever truly wanted beneath me. As I felt my release building, she dropped over the edge, pulling me with her as her sweet, hot pussy milked me of every drop of come I’d been saving just for her.

  Chapter 22

  Scarlett

  I knew I wasn’t in my own bed, but this morning I didn’t mind. The beast of a man I was wrapped around was the best pillow I’d ever had. The silky soft covers over us weren’t needed because his heat was enough to melt through the polar icecaps. I snuggled against his chest, in that blissful in-between stage of asleep and awake.

  My entire body was languid and sore in the most delicious way. Thinking about all the things Ciro had done to me to make my body ache made me squirm against him and need began to burn low in my belly. The big man shifted beside me, pressed his lips to the top of my head and fell straight back to sleep. Apparently I’d worn him out just as thoroughly as he had me.