Mafia Obsession

Alicia

There’s one thing I hate in life, and that is heights. Flying isn’t exactly my favorite pastime. As the SUV pulls onto the runway next to the jet, terror coils through me. It’s smaller

than a commercial plane, and somehow that makes it worse.

Rick grabs my hand and squeezes it. “Are you okay?”

I swallow hard. “I’m a nervous flyer.” I shake my head. “My dad loves flying, though. He flies everywhere.”

“Look at me.”

I glance at him, staring into those gorgeous chestnut eyes of his. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

Somehow, his presence makes this better. Before I fly, I have to take anxiety meds. Rick’s man opens the door for me and holds it open. I step out of the vehicle and wrap my arms around myself.

My stomach is a mess as I stare at the jet.

Rick’s hand slips onto the small of my back, guiding me to it. The masculine, pine scent of him eases my anxiety. We take our seats near the back of the plane, and Rick keeps his hand on my thigh.

“We’ll be there before you know it.” He winks. “Have you flown much before?”

I shake my head. “Too many times.”

He smiles. “You should get used to it the more you do it.”

“I’m not sure that’s true.” I grab my belt and fasten it across my waist tightly.

He sighs, unzipping a case and pulling out a laptop. “Try to sit back and relax. It’s a six-hour flight.”

I let out a deep breath and shut my eyes, letting my headrest back. The engines fire up a moment later, and my muscles tense. It’s always the take- off that is the worst, and I’m not sure why Rick is using his computer.

They always tell you to stow them away on commercial flights. Not to mention, we haven’t even had a safety briefing. “Aren’t you going to turn that off?” I ask.

He chuckles and glances at me. “Why would I do that on my plane?”

I stare at him with wide eyes. “Because the signals will mess with the plane, and we might crash.”

He sets a hand on my thigh and squeezes gently. “That’s a load of bullshit. I always have it on when we take off, and I haven’t crashed, have I?”

I swallow hard, clamping my eyes shut. I can’t believe Rick isn’t turning it off. The plane moves beneath us, making my heart pound in my ears.

The tap of Rick’s fingers flying over the keyboard next to me only makes me panic more. The engine kicks into high gear, and we are propelled down the runway. I keep my eyes clamped shut and hold tightly to the armrests either side of me. The terrible sensation as we lift from the ground makes my stomach twist with nausea.

As the plane steadies in the sky, so does my stomach, but I keep my eyes shut. Before I know it, I’ve drifted off to sleep.

A JOLT in the air wakes me, startling me upright. Rick sets a hand on my thigh. “It’s only a little turbulence.” He smiles at me before focusing back on his laptop.

I swallow hard and stretch out my neck, which hurts like hell. “How long was I asleep?” I ask, glancing at him.

He looks so calm, as we fly toward our reckoning. My father won’t like it when I tell him I’ve got no intention of leaving Rick. He will be furious, as he has always been so protective over me, particularly with boys. Rick is anything but a boy, which will make it even worse.

“We’ve been in the air almost five hours,” he says, not looking at me.

My eyes widen. How did I sleep that long? I notice his brothers keep glancing behind at us, talking in hushed tones. All I want to do is get this over with.

I stand from my chair, and Rick grabs my wrist. “Where are you going?”

I yank my wrist free, glaring at him. “I don’t need permission to use the fucking bathroom now, do I?”

His eyes soften at my tone, and he shakes his head, swallowing.

The man can be too possessive. He may like to be dominant in the bedroom, but I won’t take that shit anywhere else. It turns me on when we have sex, but I’m not being treated like some slave the rest of the time.

I let myself into the bathroom, which is ridiculously lavish for an airplane. I walk toward the sink and lean over it, running the tap. The knots in my shoulders is painful as I splash water onto my face. The last thing I need to do right now is panic. My father will be pissed, and I feel like I’m betraying him.

It’s got nothing to do with allegiance, as I still love my father. I want them to put this behind them and get over it, as Rick is the man for me. There’s no doubt in my mind that I can’t live without him. The click of the lock on the bathroom door coming free startles me.

Rick stands in the doorway, blocking it entirely with his vast size. “What’s taking so long?”

I set my hands on my hips. “I’m taking a moment to myself. What is your problem today?”

His eyes flash, and he steps into the bathroom without a word, shutting the door behind him. He spins around and narrows his eyes at me. “My problem is that we’re flying straight into fucking danger. My brothers and you, the only people I give a damn about in this world.”

He grabs hold of my hips, pulling me toward him. I gasp as his lips descend on mine hard and rough, claiming my lips with a vengeance. When he finally breaks free, we’re both panting.

He presses his forehead to mine. “I can’t lose you, Alicia,” he mutters.

I grab his large, rough hand in mine and squeeze. “You won’t, I promise.” I pull away to gaze into his beautiful, dark eyes. “We will be okay.”

For the first time since I met him, Rick looks vulnerable. I can see it in his face. The dominant don is human.

“How do you know?” he asks.

I give him a weak smile. “I don’t, but you’ve got to believe everything will be okay. You will go mad thinking about any other outcome.”

He squeezes my hand back and pulls me close, lacing his fingers through my hair. He forces my mouth to his and kisses me softly. It’s the most tender he’s ever been with me, and it makes my chest ache.

When he breaks away, his eyes are full of such raw emotion. “I love you, princess,” he utters. Three words I never expected to hear from the brutal, hard mob boss who loves to dominate.

I swallow hard, staring into those eyes that have become so familiar so quickly. “I love you, too.”

He nods toward the bathroom door and holds out his hand. “Come on, if we stay in here much longer, people will think we’re up to something.” He raises an eyebrow.

I shrug. “Maybe we are?” I lift the bottom of my top up and tear it off, flinging it onto the counter. “Might as well pass the time.”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

He growls and rushes toward me, kissing me hard and passionately. The beast is unleashed the moment he sees me half-naked. It makes me feel powerful. The way a man as mighty as Rick can be driven to act wild and untamed with nothing more than a flash of my flesh.

When he parts from me, he groans. “I wish you were right, but we’re only half an hour from our destination, and I’ve got a feeling we’re supposed to be in our seats.”

I run a hand across my chest, drawing his eyes to my breasts. “Since when does Rick Romano play by the rules?”

The way his eyes darken tell me I’ve won. He won’t walk away from me now. “You’re asking for it hard and fast,” he growls, voice low in warning.

“Exactly how I like it.”

In a flash, he has me pinned against the wall of the large bathroom. The zip of his pants echoes, and my thighs quiver in anticipation.

I unzip my jeans, and he shoves them down, groaning when he sees I’m not wearing any panties.

“You planned for this,” he utters, teasing my lips open with his swollen head. Without warning, he slides inside of me. My body is already ready to accept his huge size, always wet whenever he’s near. I moan louder than I should. Rick slides his hand over my mouth, stifling any sound.

“No moaning, princess. We need to be quiet,” he says.

I want to complain, pointing out that his brothers already know we’re together. His hand covering my mouth makes it impossible. The thick length of him hardens and pulses deep within me, filling me with such pleasure and desire I could almost cry. The longing to feel him fucking me almost hurts, as he holds still.

I try to move my hips back and forth on him in an attempt to drive him in and out of me. Instead, he spanks my ass. I could come just from that alone. My body is like a coiled spring, ready to unravel for the man I love.

A jolt in the air has us both falling backward. My heart pounds so hard out of my chest, as Rick’s hands remain firmly on my hips.

He steadies both us, planting his hard-muscular legs firmly on the ground. He chuckles a deep, manly rumble. “I bet that wasn’t the turbulence you were after,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my ear lobe gently.

I notice the mirror on the wall he had me pressed against. He’s watching me in it, eyes hot and fiery.

“Please fuck me, sir,” I breathe.

He grunts, digging his fingertips hard into my hips and fucks me.

I bite my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from moaning at the achingly beautiful sensation of this man moving inside of me, making me his. Every time we make love, it gets more intense and desperate.

Rick grunts as he drives into me so hard. It feels like he is trying to shatter me, and he will succeed at any moment. The closeness of my orgasm rushing ever nearer with each thrust. Every nerve ending in my body sizzles with electricity, as we chase the euphoria we’re both so addicted to.

My head falls back against his chest as I come apart.

“Come all over my cock like a good girl,” he groans. “I want you to squeeze me so tight I have no choice but to shoot every drop of my seed deep inside of you.”

I cry out, no longer trying to keep the noise down. “Fuck, I’m coming.” “You are mine,” he growls. The hard length of him thickens, pulsing

inside of me as he comes to climax. His seed shooting deep inside of me as my veins burn with more need for him.

It’s a thirst I can never quench, no matter how many times I have him.