Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Jack doesn’t respond. I just feel the slow burn creeping up my neck as his eyes refuse to let go of me. Flustered, I dry his face, gently patting, and then I hold the frozen peas against his head. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. I want to touch him-kiss him-but I’m afraid to. Despite being married to him, I don’t feel like he’s mine yet.

And I want that.

I desperately want that.

Silence.

The silence stretches thin, wavering like a solitary note on a piano key. The night whisks past my window. It feels weird to be inside the car. I’m so used to wrapping my arms around a broad back and just feeling the breeze freeing my hair.

The red mark still shines brightly on his head, but he doesn’t look like he gives a shit. Even that horrible blemish isn’t enough to dim Jack’s radiance. A smooth black suit, like liquid ink, covers his body. He looks really good-a lot better than he deserves.

Jack eyes cut at me occasionally, almost narrowed in suspicion. I eye his hand resting on the gear, wishing I could lace his fingers through mine, wishing I had an ounce of his affection.

You don’t deserve it.

“Hey, listen. Thanks for-uh, defending me at the grocery store.”

I’ll admit that a part of me felt a small amount of savage triumph. He was so passionate about protecting me that it almost felt real.

He shakes his head with a smile, saying nothing.

“Jack, do you think that the alliance will last?”

The smile disappears as though it was slapped off his face. He gives me a sharp glance and then stares straight ahead. “No.”

“What do you mean, no?”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Panic suddenly flares up my spine as he shakes his head.

“It won’t last. There are too many people willing to fold under pressure and rat the other side out.” He doesn’t need to add that he couldn’t care less.

What will happen to us?

“What was the point of all this if it was just going to fall apart anyway?”

“Revenge. That’s the fucking point.”

The car lurches to a stop as he pulls up beside the street, and I realize with a start that we’re already there. I look down at my lap and grab my knees as a wave of vertigo hits me.

“What does that mean?”

His hand suddenly curves around my thigh and he leans across the divide, nuzzling my ear. “I’m going to take the sweet, innocent girl they gave me and use her as my fuck-toy.” His hand inches up my thigh and touches my wetness just briefly. “I’ll use you until I’m too exhausted to hate them.”

Then his fingers spread me open and I gasp as he enters me, hand curled under my dress. His mouth crushes against mine. I hear my wetness around his fingers, and the heat of his palm cupping my pussy sends electricity up my spine. My skin tingles as he roughly grabs one of my tits, the sensation of his thumb flicking over my nipple overwhelming me.

Jesus Christ. We’re in a car. Right under a streetlight.

We break from the kiss and he utters a low growl in my hair, still fucking me with his hand. “You want to be a good wife, don’t you?”

My dress rides up my thighs, his fingers diving in and out of me easily. My moan rips through the car, and Jack’s seductive smile hangs in front of me. “I asked you a question.”

“Yeah-yeah, whatever!”

“Not ‘whatever.'” The hand fondling my tits suddenly grabs my jaw.

“I’m a good wife!”

“Yes, you are. You never, ever disobey me. It’s almost like you were born to take orders from a man.”

Say whatever the fuck you want. Just keep doing this to me.

“Please, don’t stop!”

He forces his fingers through my tight walls. I clench around him and run my fingers over his thrusting hand. It feels amazing.

“You want to come?”

The pressure builds up with every tight thrust, and I grab his arm so that he pauses. His fingers brush against my clit and a jolt hits my heart.

“Can I?”

“No.”

The word crashes over my ears and I press my thighs together, trapping his hand.

“No? Why not?”

“Are you arguing with me?” The question comes out in a growl, but I hear his chuckle right before he snags the neckline of my dress and pulls it down, exposing a swell of flesh. He takes me in his mouth before I can answer, sucking my nipple and biting down over the sensitive ring.

I arch my back as I feel his tongue slowly flicking over my nipple, the cool air stinging me before his hot mouth sucks me. He pulls until it stings, until I feel the burn even after he pulls back and smiles at the red mark. Then he slides his hand out from between my thighs and pulls my dress over my knees.

Are you fucking kidding me?

“I love seeing you so worked up.”

I look at his lap and it’s as if he stuffed a pipe down his pants. I reach over and slide my hands over his cock, curling my fingers around him. A thrill hits my heart when I feel it twitch. He makes a sound at the back of his throat that makes me flush. Then he takes my hand away.

“Let’s go.”

“But-”

“I promise I’ll fuck you really hard if you behave tonight.”

I’ll have to spend the whole night aching for him. What a prick.

He pulls away from me, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he leaves the car and walks around. I’m still taking heavy breaths when he opens my car door. Jack takes my hand and I stand up on shaky feet, desire still pounding between my legs. He opens the plain black door and an explosion of music hits my face.

Jack’s arm is snug around my waist as he nods to the hostess. Inside is an expansive lounge where a live band plays. The tables are polished to a black shine and solitary candles in glasses look like fireflies. We walk down the steps and onto the floor, to a huge table where the whole family seems to be gathered. All of the men I recognize from the brief moments I’d catch them at the MC are seated at the table with their wives. They’re glitzy and beautiful, their hair styled on their heads like royalty. I look down at my summer dress and picture myself with my flat-ironed hair, and I feel completely stupid. I spot Maya talking happily to another woman with curly hair, and I see Johnny at the head of the table.