OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance (Mancini Family Mafia)

by Zoey Parker

  He carried me toward the bedroom. I had my arms around his neck, and both of his arms were around my waist. We kissed as we walked, a slow, deep kiss full of passion and longing. The feelings grew stronger every time I finished a job for him. The more successful we were, the more excited we were afterwards.

  Tonight, we had just successfully shut down a new boss who had been threatening Cole’s business for a couple of weeks, so we were ready to celebrate.

  He set me down gently on the bed and pushed my sweater up over my head, pulling my bra off with it. I kept my legs wrapped around his waist while he grabbed and squeezed my full breasts. They were so tender! It hurt but it felt so good when he squeezed me and rolled my hardening nipples between his fingers.

  I wondered if he had noticed that they were getting any larger lately. I hadn’t noticed, myself, but I kept checking every day. I was excited to give him my news, but first, I wanted to take him deep inside of me.

  I arched my back and pushed my hips up so he could grip my jeans and open them. He pulled back and stripped my jeans off of me. He pulled my panties down and started opening his pants as well.

  I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my hands over the firm contours of his chest and abs. I saw his cock appear from his jeans and boxers, and he was inside me almost as soon I as saw him.

  “Oh fuck,” I called out as he slid into me immediately and without warning, filling me completely with his rigid shaft. He pumped himself into me and grabbed my breasts again.

  I arched my back again as intense pleasure rippled through my body. I pushed myself against him, driving him deep into me, greedily taking all of him inside me at once.

  My whole body had become more sensitive over the last few months. Every little touch sent me reeling, and tonight, I was already at the edge when he entered me. Then, I tilted my hips just right so that his head hit my g-spot, sending pulses of pleasure through my body with every thrust. I felt myself tightening around him as he pushed into me deeper and harder.

  I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me.

  “Fuck me, Cole,” I told him. “Make me yours tonight, baby,” I whispered in his ear. He didn’t realize it but he’d already made me his. I was his forever. I wasn’t going anywhere.

  I pulled him up and into me, pushing my hips down onto him at the same time. I rode the pleasure he created inside me all the way to ecstasy again and again.

  “Damn, that feels good,” he moaned above me as my muscles clenched around him.

  “Let me know when you’re close,” I whispered into his shoulder, burying my face to moan while he rocked himself deep into me again and again.

  I held onto him for dear life as I fell over the edge of that precipice time and time again that night, climaxing with almost every thrust. I’d never felt pleasure like he was giving me before. I didn’t know if I was just that much more sensitive lately or if he was just that much harder tonight.

  It didn’t matter which. I thrust my hips against him and started working him as my body quaked beneath him. My thighs shook, and my insides quivered, flooding with ecstasy as I couldn’t control myself.

  “I haven’t stopped coming,” I told him. “Holy shit, Cole.”

  “I’m close, baby,” he said.

  I rammed myself down onto him and started rocking my hips. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I tightened my grip on his hips and his shoulders and kept going until I felt him growing hard enough to explode inside of me.

  He started to pull back, but I protested.

  “No,” I told him. “Let me have it.”

  He pushed himself up and looked down at me.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, baby, let me have all of it.”

  He’d already given it to me once before, when I wouldn’t let him stop, just like I was doing now.

  Then, it happened. He erupted inside of me, filling me with his warm juice. He flooded me completely. I let go of him and let him start thrusting inside me again so that he could empty himself into me.

  “Give it all to me,” I called out. “I want it all.”

  He pushed deep into me and held himself there. I felt his cock jerk inside me as he let the last of his climax flow into me.

  Then, he collapsed on top of me. I kissed his shoulders and his neck. I kissed his lips, and he slid off of me, letting himself slide out of me at the same time.

  He rolled over onto his back.

  “That was intense,” he breathed.

  “Yes, it was, baby.” I kissed him again and started to slide out of the bed.

  “Where are you going?” he asked me.

  “Nowhere. I’ll be right back.” I left him panting on the bed as he came down from his ecstasy.

  He was right. It had been pretty intense. I’d never felt him erupt inside me with such force before. He really wanted it tonight, I thought.

  I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and some ice. I poured him a nice, full glass of whiskey. He knew what I liked. I knew what he liked, too, and he always liked whiskey no matter the situation. Well, tonight was a big deal, and he didn’t even know it yet.

  I walked back into the bedroom with the glass in my hand.

  “Is that for me?” he asked, sitting up on his elbows.

  “It is,” I told him. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

  “What’s it for?” he asked.

  “Well, tonight’s a very special occasion,” I started, sitting down on the bed and handing him his glass.

  “Okay?” He took it cautiously, unsure of what I was about to tell him.

  “Tonight, I have to tell you something very important, Cole, and I need you to listen very carefully.”

  He took a long drink from his glass, downing most of it in one gulp. When he finished and looked back at me, I put a hand on his leg.

  “I’m pregnant, Cole.”

  I thought he was going to explode. His eyes bulged out of his head, and a smile spread wide across his face. He grabbed me and embraced me.

  “That’s awesome, baby. There’s going to be a little mini version of us running around soon. That’s excellent news,” he said.

  We sat up all night after that talking about our plans for the future and what we were going to do.

  We started looking for a house. He started talking about marriage, and he said I was absolutely out of the business from that point forward. Our lives were moving faster than I knew how to keep up with, but at least we were doing it together. At least it was us. We were becoming a real family, with a real home.

  THE END

  Books by Zoey Parker

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  A Price to Pay

  We’ll both pay the price for crossing the line.

  There are some things in this world a man should never do.

  But as far as I’m concerned, the rules can go f*ck themselves.

  I’m Cain Vale.

  I do whatever the hell I want.

  Of course, that’s part of the reason I ended up in this situation:

  Bleeding from a cracked skull, as a lifetime of naked sluts and roaring bikes flashes before my eyes.

  A life well lived, but I’m not ready for it to be over just yet.

  Not when there’s revenge to be dealt.

  Once I’m back on my feet, the men who betrayed me will pay dearly for their crimes.

  They will suffer.

  Scream.

  Beg for my mercy.

  But my injuries are worse than I thought.

  Until I can ride again, my president tasks his kid sister with helping me recover.

  What she doesn’t know is that, while she’s in my household, she’ll live on my terms.

  She’ll please me.

  She’ll taste me.

  And by the time I’m finished, she’ll know how it feels to be owned.

  Take Me, Outlaw

  I wanted to be his tonight – his toy, his willing slave...
/>   She’s living proof that bad things happen to good people.

  Wrong place, wrong time, but the universe doesn’t give a damn.

  Neither does the Mafia.

  They’re going to kill her, unless I do something about it.

  I’ve never been one to stand by idly, so I do what I have to:

  take her before my enemies get the chance to do the same.

  At first, it was a matter of convenience.

  But the longer she is on the back of my bike,

  The greater my hunger grows.

  It’s only a matter of time until it feasts.

  But there are soulless bastards nipping at our heels.

  They want blood – both hers and mine.

  Now, I’m faced with an impossible choice: do I leave her, or keep her in my grasp?

  Break Me, Outlaw

  HE MEANT TO BREAK MY BODY. INSTEAD, HE BROKE MY HEART.

  I knew from the moment I walked in that this place was not meant for me.

  I was clean; this place was filthy.

  I was fair; this place was dark.

  But maybe I was sick of living a safe life.

  Maybe I was sick of every little thing fitting together just so.

  I was sick of being perfect and whole.

  I wanted to be broken.

  In this dark and pungent hell, I found the man to do the job.

  He took me into his arms and broke me –

  Over, and over, and over again.

  When it was finished, I picked up the pieces of myself that remained, and I left.

  But things never end that easily.

  I didn’t know it then, but when I ran, I took something with me.

  Something I never wanted…

  Something I never asked for…

  The baby of the man who’d owned me.

  Now, my unborn child and I are helpless pawns in some sick and twisted game.

  People are being hurt, killed.

  I can’t stand to watch anymore.

  All I can do is cry, and plead, and beg.

  All I can say are three little words:

  Please, for the love of God…

  “Break me, outlaw.”

  Spike

  HE SHOWED ME THAT LOVE WEARS LEATHER AND INK.

  Spike

  I was raised in darkness. Blood and death are all I know.

  Finally freed from prison, my only goal is to make my MC even more powerful.

  That is, until Georgia walks in.

  She's in trouble, she tells me, her blue eyes flashing.

  She's so beautiful, so innocent, so pure…

  That I make her a deal.

  Come to my bed and I'll keep you safe.

  Georgia

  When the Russian mob comes after my younger brother, I do the only thing I can: I help him escape.

  But now they're after me instead.

  With no other choice, I go to the one person who can help me – the president of the Satan's Disciples MC , Spike Turner.

  He makes me a deal that even Satan wouldn't offer.

  If I submit to his touch, he will protect me.

  What else could I say but yes?

  What surprises me is how quickly I become entangled in his darkness.

  His touch is intoxicating. His kiss is liquid fire.

  But when I confess what he is doing to me – to my heart – he tells me he can never love me back.

  I try to pick up the pieces of my life in the wake of his rejection, but the mob has other ideas.

  Trapped in their clutches, I can only pray that Spike hasn't left me to die.

  I love him – even if we're both damned to hell.

  Stolen

  He's a ruthless biker with a kingdom to run. She's a talented thief with a nose for trouble.

  Things are about to get messy.

  Sasha

  I knew going in that this would be dangerous. But what choice did I have?

  None, that's how much. You don't say "No" to a man like Fang, the mob boss I work for. Not if you want to live to tell the tale.

  So I swallowed my fear and I took the mission: stealing drugs from the Hell's Overlords MC.

  The first time was smooth. In and out like a flash.

  The second time was just as easy.

  But the third time…that's when everything went wrong.

  Now, I'm trapped in a basement, staring into the stormy eyes of a man who doesn't like being robbed.

  Everything I feared is present in those eyes. There's anger, and strength, and brutality.

  But there's something else, too.

  Something I didn't expect, and it's scaring me more than anything else.

  He's hungry.

  Hungry for me.

  HER BODY ISN'T THE ONLY THING I'M TAKING AS MY OWN.

  Cole

  The first time I lay eyes on her, it feels like I got struck by lightning.

  You've probably heard that before, but trust me – this is different.

  This isn't the "struck by lightning" you see in friendly little rom-coms with happy endings.

  It doesn't come with warm fuzzies.

  It's not cute.

  No, the kind of lightning I'm talking about makes me want to do things, things that you might not always like.

  It makes me want to bite her lip like a feral dog, to squeeze her hips in my hands and rid her of every scrap of clothing.

  The lightning surging through my veins makes me harder than carved marble.

  There's only one release: to own her, again and again, until the thirst is quenched.

  I don't know how long that will take.

  But I'm willing to find out.

  Overdosed

  I'M ADDICTED TO HER, AND I WON'T STOP UNTIL I GET MY FIX.

  When a little girl shows up on the front stoop of the Fury's Storm HQ,

  I tell her the obvious truth: "You're at the wrong place, hon."

  But then she hands me a note that flips my world upside down.

  It says she's my daughter.

  I'm the last man on this earth who should be caring for a child.

  The only women in my life are the rotating cast of scantily clad groupies who keep my bed warm at night.

  So what the hell am I supposed to do with a daughter?

  I tell my men to find a way to get Gigi back to her mother.

  But they come back and tell me the girl's mom has disappeared without a trace.

  Now what?

  Just then, a woman knocks at the clubhouse door.

  I open it and freeze.

  Jamie is a knockout to say the least.

  She's pretty, but she doesn't know it.

  Sexy, but she hasn't been made to feel it.

  Eager, if only the right man were there to stoke her fires.

  That's where I come in.

  Jamie is Gigi's teacher and she's desperate to keep her favorite student safe.

  But as clues to Gigi's mom's disappearance crop up in new and unexpected places, the two of us clash and mesh with wild intensity.

  I've never felt like this about a woman before.

  I want her.

  I need her.

  I crave her.

  And I'm going to take her, again and again... Until I overdose.

  Ravage

  I’m a man of few words. The ones I use are violent:

  Brawl. Claim. Ravage.

  It was lust at first sight.

  She looked too damn nice up on that stage to pass up.

  A body that curved in all the right places.

  Skin demanding that I seize it and squeeze it.

  And those eyes…

  Eyes I’d never forget.

  What would you have done?

  I know what I did: I bought her.

  Then I took her home and let her know who she belonged to now.

  She screamed my name until the rafters shook.

  Don’t act like you would have done anything different.

  That should
have been the end of it.

  But if she was just an expensive lay,

  you wouldn’t be reading this story.

  There was a whole lot more I had yet to find out.

  Only one thing I knew for certain:

  I hadn’t had my fill of Michelle.

  Not. Even. Close.

  Bounty

  A picture is worth a thousand words, but I only need three: