Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“Tell me how much you want it.”

The wonderful fullness disappears for a moment and my core clenches madly, missing him. I beg for more in his hand, and his pressure returns. He spreads me open, cock buried to the hilt. He pulses inside me, filling that deep ache.

“You feel that? That’s me owning your pussy.”

I push back against him. I want to fucking grind his cock, but he backs away from me.

“No, no, no,” he chimes.

Another vicious slap burns my tattoo and he holds my hip with his other hand, giving me a few, quick, hard fucks. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life. I can barely brace myself against the railing, and then he pulls out. I cry out as he slips his hand from my mouth and buries it in my hair.

His lips crush mine suddenly and a rush of emotion hits me. I want him. I love him-he pulls back, seething.

“You want a baby?”

“Yes.”

“You need to swallow first. There’s more where that came from.”

Jesus Christ.

I buckle to my knees as he pushes me down, still fisting my hair. His cock, slick with my pussy, bounces in my face. I grab him and swallow his head. He’s so wide that my jaw hurts. Jack sucks in his breath when I force myself to take him all the way. His dick jumps inside my mouth, adding kerosene to the fire burning between my legs. My tongue sticks out, touching the very base of his cock.

“Fuck.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I pull back, feeling his heartbeat pound through my lips as my tongue swirls around his head. The fist at the back of my head yanks me forward. I choke on his thickness as he ruts my mouth, the sounds of his groans pounding through me like the dick fucking my mouth. Then he tears at the roots of my hair, digging his fingers into my scalp.

Then his cock twitches in my mouth and salty liquid explodes at the back of my mouth. He holds my face there, my nose crushed against his abdomen.

“Oh shit.”

I swallow his cum down my throat, feeling more spurts coat my mouth as he pumps inside me, and then he pulls out, still hard. How the fuck is he still hard?

His hands clasp my arms and pull me upright so roughly that I fall against his chest. Then suddenly my arms fly to the railing again and he places a hand on my back, forcing me to bend. A pressure builds right behind my pulsing ache, and then he sinks right inside me like butter. Jack grabs both my hips and yanks me back using his hips like a fucking battering ram. His cock digs into me like a piston. Holy fuck. I’ve never been fucked like this before.

I cry out, but the breath is knocked out of me through the force of his thrusts. My arms buckle and collapse as he digs against me and pulls back. The agony and ecstasy reach a crescendo and I bite my arm. The wet sound of his hips slapping against me, his hands on my hips, his cock digging inside me-it’s too fucking much. My throat tears with a scream as Jack makes a loud groan, holding me close as he comes for a second time. I clench over him as my body shakes from all the energy released. His cock pulses, swelling, and then I feel the jet of cum coating my pussy. I envision it seeping into my womb and striking a single egg. I glow at the thought of getting pregnant-and then finally getting to hold our baby in my arms. I want it with him. Only him.

He wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me upright, his dick still throbbing inside me. His lips find the spot right behind my ear and he whispers my name in a sigh that makes my skin flush with pleasure.

A pair of footsteps hurriedly making their way up the staircase startles us both.

“Fuck.”

He yanks down my blouse and skirt, and then he shoves his feet through his slacks, pulling them over his waist. I flatten my hair and clench my thighs together, feeling the slow trickle inside me.

Two men in security uniforms reach the staircase. “Sir, this is a restricted area.” One of them eyes our disheveled appearances and a frown deepens his sour face. “We’re going to have to ask you to leave the casino.”

Oh Jesus Christ.

“I just dropped thirty grand in your casino.”

The guard stands in front of Jack, nostrils flaring. “Inappropriate behavior will not be tolerated-”

Jack stops him with a smirk as he slides his belt back on. Then he reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a couple hundred-dollar bills, tucking them in their shirt pockets.

I grab my purse and join Jack, stepping around the dumbfounded security guards as he loops his arm around my waist. He twists his head around and gives them a wink as we head downstairs. There’s a crowd of people standing at the bottom of the staircase. A group of men erupt into cheers and slap Jack’s back as he descends the stairs.

“Nice, man!”

“We enjoyed the show!”

I don’t think my face could get any hotter than it is now. They actually saw us fucking. Oh my God.

Jack couldn’t care less about the attention. He gives them a sarcastic wave and wheels me through the doors, where the cheers and laughter are finally drowned out.

“I’m so embarrassed, I could fucking die.”

Jack lets out a bark of laughter. “Babe, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

He links his hand through mine and gives me a quick kiss on my cheek. It’s very fast, but his eyes linger, full of warmth. A sad smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Mike loved this place. We’d go together all the time.”

Darkness clouds his face as my heart clenches painfully. The secret burns inside me like caustic acid. I want to tell him. I do, but then I think of my parents. Jack’s wrath would rage through the MC, burning everyone alive in its path.

Jack’s brow furrows as he walks down the street in silence, his fingers burning through my blouse.

The guilt builds. It banks into a fucking forest fire, consuming every spare thought. I’m so sick of myself that I can barely stand to look in the mirror. Weeks of waiting for him to come home and feeling my heart jump when he pulls me in for a kiss. Endless nights of being shattered in bed, clinging to his back, and forgetting my own name. Weeks of waiting for that goddamn stick to turn into two pink lines. So that I can finally tell him, and not feel like my guts are rotting inside out.

The door crashes open. It’s past midnight-I can never sleep while he’s out. A painful groan hits the air as Jack stumbles into the foyer, supported by one of Johnny’s soldiers.

Oh my God.

His arm is in some sort of sling, but his feet drag behind him. The soldier, Ben, helps him to the couch.

“Jesus. What happened?”

Their chorus of, “Nothing,” hits my ears, but I’m in no fucking mood to accept that. Not again.

“What happened?”

“He just got in a bit of trouble at a job.”

“Again?”

I can’t fucking believe this.

“Thanks, Ben.” Jack glowers as he sinks into the couch cushions.

“What the fuck happened?”