Conquered by the Mafia Boss

I am, but another part of me can’t deny that it makes me happy to see her smile. I want a devoted wife, not a prisoner.

I lower myself so that my nose touches hers. “I’m not just here to fuck you into oblivion every day.”

A smile twitches on her lips. “No?”

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A slow burn fills Maya’s cheeks. “I don’t know.”

“I like the way you are.” I kiss the side of her head and hear her sharp intake of breath. “I like that you speak your mind, that you’re not afraid to give me shit. I like that you have dreams. Any normal girl in your position would’ve just given in to your dad, but you didn’t.”

She looks at me with fire blazing in her eyes. I know that I should tell her that I love her.

Just do it. You don’t have to mean it.

I should love the woman I’m marrying, but I don’t even know if I believe in love. Fuck, I can’t just lie to her face. A guilty, poisonous feeling spreads inside my chest when two tears slip down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”

She slides her hands around my neck and kisses me hard, her tears transferring to my face. Her kisses become lighter as she tires, and then I pull her onto my chest as she falls asleep. The wheel in my head keeps spinning as she falls asleep. In the past, I would have never bothered with any of this. I would have bought her jewelry, or given her a thick wad of cash for her to buy whatever she wanted. I want her to be mine, but putting a ring on her finger isn’t enough.

Her loyalty needs to be mine.

I have better shit to do.

My muscles tighten as I impatiently sit in the small bakery, only half-listening to the owner prattle on and on about this flavor or that one. Several trays of slices of wedding cake lie on neat ceramic plates. The owner takes them off the tray and explains the flavors in detail, one by one.

For God’s sake just shut up.

Then I look at Maya, her eyes widening at the choices, the big smile on her face.

This is her first wedding. It’s special.

“We have a lavender vanilla, a chocolate rose, maple bacon-”

“Bacon?” The word catches my attention.

The owner points out the small slice of cake, a medium-brown color with a sticky glaze. I stab it with my fork and taste the caramelized bacon and maple syrup. Shit, it’s not bad.

I turn toward Maya with a piece of my fork. “You’ve got to try this.”

“I’m not going to have a bacon-flavored cake at my wedding.”

“Just try it!”

“Fine!”

She opens her mouth and I slide the piece inside, unable not to think of blowjobs when I see her throat moving as she swallows.

Fuck, not now.

“Yeah, it’s good, but I’m still not having a bacon cake.”

After all the cakes are laid out, the owner stands up. “I just have a bit of paperwork to do in the back, so I’ll let you guys try the cakes while I do that.”

Good, get out of here.

Her heels click on the tiled floor as she disappears behind the glass counter and through an office door. I slide my arm over her shoulders and my fingers disappear into her hair.

“Whichever one you like, we’ll get.”

Seized by a sudden desire, I bend over her chair and kiss her head.

Maya’s face flushes with pleasure. “No, you have to help me choose. Try some of these.”

She takes a few plates and drops them in front of me. I’m really not into sweets, but I try them anyway. There’s so much shit I have to do, but pleasing my future wife comes first.

“They’re all good.”

“I would have thought a boss would be more decisive.”

Sensing that tone in her voice, I take a handful of her blouse and pull her toward me. “I am about things that matter.”

Earlier this morning we went to the doctor, who gave us the baby’s due date and a list of things to do. I couldn’t believe how happy she looked.

“All these details matter, Johnny.”

“Then you decide. I’ll marry you if there’s a fucking maple-bacon wedding cake, I don’t care.”

A slow smile spreads across her face, and then she picks up a small piece of strawberry cake with her fingers and holds it against my mouth.

The feeling of her fingers on my lips makes blood rush to my cock. It swells and hardens into a rock and I don’t know why, except that this woman gets me so fucking worked up that I feel like a teenager again, getting hard-ons in the middle of a bakery. I swallow the piece of cake without tasting it, and then I grab her wrist, sucking every clinging bit of sweetness from her fingers. A blush rises in her cheeks.

I slide her fingers out of my mouth, digging my hand into her hair as I crush her soft lips against mine. My heart leaps in my chest. I sweep my tongue across her sweetness and stand up, pinning her against the wall. Her stomach twitches when I slide my hand underneath her shirt and she gasps into my mouth.

“You feel how fucking hard I am?”

“We’re in a bakery!”

It doesn’t matter where we are.

“I don’t care. I want you.”

“She’s going to come out!”

The part of my brain that listens to reason is turned off. She sighs when I kiss a trail down her jaw to her neck, using my tongue to suck. She wears a boat-neck t-shirt, which teases at a hint of cleavage. I bend my head over it and suck, biting hard when she digs her fingers into my scalp.

“Did you pick something?”