The Mafia Boss Who Captivated Me

JOEY-FOUR WEEKS LATER

"Joey?" Max's voice echoes through the apartment.

"In here," I call out as I survey my handiwork.

A few seconds later, he walks into the bedroom.

"Dammit, baby," he groans.

"I hope you don't mind, I bought some new things," I say, looking at the new throw, cushions, and vanity with the huge mirror that I ordered for our bedroom. Everything was delivered about an hour ago, and I've spent my time since arranging all my things. Max said I could do whatever I wanted to make the apartment feel more like home, and I missed having a place to sit and do my makeup in the mornings.

"I'm not talking about the things, baby girl," he says as he steps up behind me, sliding his cool hands over my hips and bare stomach and making me shiver. "Tell me you didn't take the delivery wearing these?" He snaps the band of my pink panties, which is all I'm currently wearing.

I lean against him, enjoying his hard muscles against my back. "Well, of course I was wearing these." I giggle and rub my ass against him, feeling his cock grow hard. A possessive growl rumbles in his throat, making me laugh harder. "But obviously I had all my other clothes on then too. I only took them off fifteen minutes ago."

He dusts his lips over my neck, making me shiver. "Because you knew I was on my way home?"

"Yes."

"Good girl, greeting me in your panties." He nips my neck, slipping one hand into them. "Although I believe we agreed that naked is my preferred choice."

I shrug. "I can't always give you everything you want. What would be the fun of that?"

"Hmm. Lucky for you these happen to be my favorite panties of yours.".

"They are?" I know they are. They're vibrant pink and have a frill on the butt, which drives Max wild for some reason.

"Mmhmm. They showcase your incredible little ass to perfection." He circles a finger over my clit and wetness pools in my core. "And everything looks great. I'm glad you finally got yourself a vanity too." "Thank you. I'm glad you like it."

"I like that more of your things are here, baby girl. This is your home too."

"Our home," I whisper as I grind against his hand.

"My little slut need taking care of?"

"Yeah." I always need taking care of. The man fucks me at least three times a day, and I still can't get enough. I crave him constantly. I'm not happy when he's around unless his hands are on me. The week after I moved in, I got my period and was so annoyed because I thought it would mean we couldn't have sex for a few days. But Max wasn't the slightest bit bothered, and I learned that orgasms, especially the ones he gives me with his fingers, are the perfect cure for cramps. Go figure.

He pushes a finger inside me, and I hiss out a breath as a rush of heat slicks his hand. "How was your day, baby?"

"G-good. I found the casino a new cleaning company that ..." My head drops back on his shoulder when he adds a second finger. Holy fuck, he's a magician with those hands.

He prompts me to continue. "That?"

"They pay their employees a fair wage and have health insurance. They're much better than the company the previous owners..." My thighs tremble as he rubs the heel of his palm against my clit while thrusting his fingers in and out of me. "Had in place."

"You're a good boss, Joey."

That makes me smile. Kat cleaned offices for a while after she left her job as a nurse, and I know how hard she worked. Plus, it's important to me that every single person my family employs has decent pay and benefits. It's not like we can't afford it. And treating employees well fosters loyalty and hard work.

"And afterward I went with Kat to her antenatal checkup, then I watched some TV with Anya and read her a little William Blake."

"You're a good sister too, baby." He adds a third finger, and my knees buckle but he holds me up. "Your cunt is so fucking tight. I have no idea how you're able to take my cock the way you do."

"Oh, god." My orgasm is only a breath away. "How was y-your day?"

"Good. Pretty uneventful. Although I broke someone's hand because he gave your brother the finger." "W-which one?"

"The middle one." He chuckles as he twists his inside me, causing specks of light to cloud my vision.

"I m-meant which brother, asshooo-" My orgasm washes over me, stealing my ability to finish the sentence.

"That was close, baby girl. You almost called me an asshole."

Panting to catch my breath, I giggle. "No, I was just coming."

"Hmm," he murmurs. "I need you naked."

Crouching down, he shoves my panties down my legs, and I step out of them. Within seconds, he has me pressed against the window, and I shiver at the sensation of cool glass on my warm skin. My stiff nipples brush against the hard surface, making me moan.

"You see that?" Max asks, his hot mouth brushing my ear as he unzips his pants. "Look at this city while I fuck you. The city that your family owns. Does that make you feel powerful?"

I push my ass back against him, feeling his hard length against the seam of my ass. "Not as powerful as knowing how desperate you are to fuck me."

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A dark laugh rumbles through his chest. "Careful, baby girl," he warns.

Then he sinks into me, and I moan his name, relieved to be full of him. My body aches unless he's inside me.

"You like being fucked while the city watches you, Joey?" he asks, even though nobody can see through these windows.

"I'd let you fuck me anywhere in front of anyone, Max."

"Fuck, baby." He drives into me, lifting me off my feet with the force of his thrusts. "Such a naughty slut for me, aren't you?" "Yes."

"So wet for me too. You hear that pussy slurping on my cock?"

"Y-yes."

He places his palms flat against the window. "Play with yourself. Let this city watch you come for me."

Reaching down, I rub my clit while Max sucks and nibbles on my neck and fucks me against the glass. The muscles in his thighs and abs tense as he nears the edge.

"You gonna show this city how hard you make me come, Max?" I tease him, pressing more firmly on my clit as he picks up his pace.

"Damn right, baby girl," he says, yanking my hand away so he can take over. The pads of two thick fingers circle my clit while he rolls his hips, dragging that barbell on the crown of his cock over the sweet spot inside me. "Fuck, Max."

"Your cunt takes my cock so fucking well. Fuck!" He bites down on my neck as he fills me with his cum, bringing me along with him. My climax bursts through me and I squirt all over his cock and his hand, splattering the window too. At one time, I probably would have felt embarrassed, now it's just part of living with my very own kinky sexual genius.

He lets out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm gonna have to clean those windows again."

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"Not a fucking chance, baby."

We lie in bed facing each other, Max still in his shirt and pants and me completely naked-just the way he likes me.

"I spoke to Kristin today too."

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"You did?" he asks.

"Yeah. She said she's gotten so fat that Jakob has to help her put her sneakers on. She can't wait for the baby to arrive."

"Well, it shouldn't be much longer for her," he says with a soft smile.

"She thinks Jakob is going to propose."

"He is."

"How do you know that?"

"He told me."

"You think she'll say yes?"

"I don't think Jakob will take no for an answer if she doesn't."

"Probably not," I agree.

He goes quiet, and I wonder what he's thinking about. Max never wants to get married. He told me that once at Lorenzo's wedding, although that was a long time ago. But he told me again at Dante's, when he'd drunk too much whiskey, and that was only last year. I guess people can change their minds though, right? Because I told him I'd never get married either. I had no desire to do the whole settling down thing. I wanted to experience freedom and explore my options, but Max gives me an entirely different type of freedom. One that lets me be exactly who I am with no judgment or constraints.

"Where are you, baby girl?" he asks, dusting his fingers over my cheek.

Not wanting to ruin the mood of the evening, I decide to lie. "Thinking about dinner."

"It's my turn to cook."

"I know. But I wanted seafood linguine, so I picked up some fresh pasta and made the sauce earlier. I can finish up while you grab a shower."

"You have had a busy day."

"Hmm. I'm very skilled and efficient when I need to be."

"Yes, you are very skilled."

"I'm also very hungry." I give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "So I'm going to finish dinner."

Groaning, he rolls out of bed and starts to undress. "I guess I'll grab a shower and then I'll come help."

I lie back and watch him get naked, enjoying the show. He's perfect. Every muscle perfectly toned and tight. Tattoos cover almost every inch of flesh from his neck to his knuckles, all the way down to that perfect V beneath his abs. Each one is a work of art. No matter how long I stare at them, I find something new every time. But his arms are my favorite part about him-aside from his huge pierced dick, obviously-curled up in them is my favorite place to be in the world.