Married to the mafia boss Series

MICHAELText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The devil makes us sin, but we like twisting in his grip.

My mother said that all the time. I considered it hand-me-down nonsense, but I was never sober long enough to string two thoughts together. I didn’t understand it until I stopped using. Once the withdrawal plunged me into constant migraines, all I could think about was taking more.

I couldn’t function without drugs. I’d let them consume me, destroying everything I liked about myself. I never realized how badly I’d wrecked my body until I quit cocaine. The kids saved me from self-destruction, but another devil was waiting in the wings.

Vengeance.

I’d gotten Crash’s number.

Common sense dictated I shouldn’t contact the guy I would kill, but the PIs I’d hired weren’t finding the fucker. I needed to know which rat-infested whorehouse he slept in so I could throttle him.

I wanted him angry.

I hoped he’d fuck up and show his face somewhere. I opened my burner phone and dialed. My thumb hit the green call button before I’d composed myself.

It rang once.

“Crash.” A toneless voice answered.

“This is Michael.”

“Costa. How’d you get this number?”

I smiled. “Don’t worry about that.”

“I got nothing to say to you.”

I had plenty. “How’s your mouth? Still healing?”

“Does it bother you she was sucking my cock two months before she said I do?”

“We never dated, so there’s no blow to my pride. You know, she didn’t want me, either.” I wheeled in my chair, looking out the window. “But at least I was man enough to keep her.”

“I didn’t lose her.”

“You did.”

“Just because I like the chase-”

“I beat you. She’s married to me.”

“It’s not over yet!” he bellowed like a wounded animal. “You’re the fuckboy. I’m her forever.”

“You’ve got that backward. She’s wearing my ring. We’re building a life together. We’ll have a baby. You’re a douchebag rapist. A burnout loser. Biker scum.”

“Give her back, you piece of shit!”

“I’ll torch your bike and throw it into the Bay before I let you touch her.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, or I’ll kick your teeth down your throat and shut it for you-”

“I will find you,” I growled into the receiver. “I’ll slip into your house while you’re sleeping and gut you. Before I do that, though, I’m banging my wife.”

“I’ll murder your whole guinea family you fucking dago-”

I ended the call. Then I cracked the case before hurling the destroyed phone at the wall. Threatening my loved ones hit a sore spot.

I left my office as Carmela’s footsteps thumped the staircase. She disappeared into our bedroom. I creaked open the door, lured by the sound of the shower. My gaze landed on a pair of heels beside the bed, crumpled panties, a bra. I caressed the velvety pads, still warm from cradling her tits. My cock stiffened as a rush of heat surged to my groin, and then I marched to the bathroom.

Carmela stood behind the half-fogged glass. The spray washed her neck and shoulders. I drank in her tanned curves, every cleft and dimple, her teardrop breasts, the graceful arches that were forbidden to other men. I thought of Crash, how he’d once coveted the same woman and gained her trust, only to defile it and inflict harm on that body.

I needed to execute that bastard.

The door clicked as it latched.

Carmela’s head turned. Her lips parted, taking me in before she faced the showerhead. She lathered soap, massaging her scalp, streams of white foam running where my hands ached to touch.

I ripped my shirt off and undid my belt, stepping out of my slacks and briefs. I stepped into the shower’s steam. Carmela’s brows twitched when I entered the jet of water.

Things were better between us.

I’d wake in a vanilla cloud, with her arm flung over my chest. Sometimes it was all I could do to not say the three words begging for release, but I’d only dented her armor. If I told her, she’d panic. Carmela’s thick walls shot up whenever I hinted at having stronger feelings. It had something to do with Crash.

I massaged her shoulders.

Carmela let out a ragged sigh, backing into my embrace.

“I don’t tell you how beautiful you are often enough.” I caressed her olive skin and kissed her shoulder. “Biggest crime I’ve committed.”

“You’re such a cheeseball.”

“And yet, you love my stupid jokes.”

Carmela rolled her eyes and smiled, her dimples growing as she faced me. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, lashing me with electricity that jumped everywhere.

I caught her lips with a flash of tongue and teeth. I groped her curves, kissing the dent below her ear. The heat searing my insides was unbearable. It towered to an inferno as Carmela grasped my waist, teasing the edge of my cock as she drifted downward.

I turned off the water.

We stumbled into the bedroom. I snatched a towel and patted her down until Carmela gently tugged it from my hands and wrapped me.

“When’s the last time someone took care of you?”

“I don’t need-”

“I know. You don’t need anyone.” She seized my chin and ghosted my lips. “That’s why I like you so much.”

I need you.

She kissed me, cutting me off before I could utter my confession.

Carmela was the life in my veins, the fire in my soul, and once she was pregnant, she wouldn’t leave me. I had to seal the deal.

She bit me, soothing the hurt with her tongue. She broke off, her sexy grin widening. Her nails raked my body as she descended to her knees. Blood drained from my brain as Carmela palmed my thighs.

I fisted her hair. “What are you waiting for?”

“You to tell me how you want it.”

My cock twitched at the sight of her, naked and kneeling. “You shouldn’t need directions.”

Her touch tickled my balls before she gripped my shaft, sliding up and down. She stroked, massaging the stream of precum around the head. Her velvety skin teased me until I was ready to wreck her. She kissed the tip. Swiped me with wet heat.

A jolt shot into my groin. I rocked my hips and slid along her mouth. Her lips parted. She took me inside. I grazed her scalp as she leaned forward. Her tight warmth hugged me. Goddamn, she went deep.

I pulsed, trying not to come like I was eighteen and not thirty-four. Stamping down on the flames was next to impossible when she deepthroated me, her eyes locked on mine. She pulled away, gasping.

“Yeah, take a breather. That was hard work.”

She laughed.

My chest tightened as she swallowed my cock. I traced the length of her neck, up the delicate arch, and under her jaw. Her muscles flexed. It was beautiful to watch. I was seduced by this dick-sucking Siren, who seemed determined to drain me.

“Slow down. You’ll make me come.”

She didn’t. Carmela worked me vigorously, flashing that coy smile whenever she paused. She taunted me with the tickling of her tongue, her smooth cheeks, and her touch, gliding up and down my legs.

My fingers sank into her hair. I couldn’t stand giving up control. Allowing her to pleasure me was more than I could bear. I would’ve fucked her face, but the desire melted once I met her gaze.

I couldn’t.

Watching her in this position sawed into me because it forced me to confront my crimes. Innocence gleamed in those big brown eyes that trusted me. She’d given me everything.

And what had I done to her?

I stilled her with a hand on her shoulders. Then I hauled her upright and dragged her into my embrace.

“Why’d you stop me?”

I steered us toward the bed. “Because I’d rather do this.”

“Was I doing it wrong?”

“You’re perfect. Always perfect.”

I lowered her onto the mattress. I slid between her thighs and pushed inside her. My lips met hers as my hips rocked, slow and sweet. Her legs cinched my waist. She sighed as I filled her deeply. She dug into me, but I resisted the temptation to rut her like a beast.

I wanted to make love to her.

When was the last time I’d done this? In my early twenties, I figured out I was into kink and never looked back. Vanilla did nothing for me. If I wasn’t dominating a woman, I got bored. But I didn’t feel like being rough.

I pulsed in and out, rolling over her slicked skin. I kissed her pout as heat webbed across my chest. My rhythm picked up, and Carmela arched. She gripped me and yanked me, but I didn’t lose control. Her eyes searched me. Questions swam in her gaze-ones I wouldn’t answer.

Not yet.

Our lovemaking reached a crescendo of rapid thrusts and sloppy kisses. Carmela’s orgasm shook through her body. Her walls clenched me, massaging my cock until I came. I buried myself. A wave of euphoria leached the strength from my limbs as I spilled into her.

Carmela pressed her smile into my cheek and nipped my ear. “That was different.”

“Vanilla.” I grabbed a strand of her hair and inhaled.

“And you liked it?”

“Of course.” I kissed her flushed face, surprised at the genuine worry in her voice. “You’re always great.”

“I just want you to be satisfied.”

I was more than satisfied.

I was in love.