The Boss's Temptation: An Age Gap Mafia Romance

by Jagger Cole

  But now that I know who he is? Now that I realize that he’s the very man I’ve been fantasizing about for ten years? Now I crave him. Even if I know it’s wrong. Even if I know he’s avoiding me.

  I put on sunglasses, wrap myself in a towel, and pick up my book. I walk down to the pool. Micheal is swimming laps. I quietly find a seat in a pool chair and lay out. The sun warms my skin. It makes me tingle all over. So does watching him.

  Finally, he comes to a stop at the far end. He rests on the edge of the pool, his shoulders heaving. He turns, and his eyes lock onto me. I tremble. I look right back, though he can’t tell with my sunglasses on. I watch his brow furrow. His jaw tenses.

  He slips back into the water and slowly swims back to my side. My pulse races when he easily lifts his muscled, perfect body from the water. He’s dripping wet, muscles hard when he walks over to me.

  “What are you doing?”

  I shrug. “Sunbathing.”

  He’s looming over me. God he’s so gorgeous. He’s so captivatingly magnetic.

  “What are you playing at, Katrina?” He growls quietly.

  “Nothing,” I snap. Micheal growls. “I’m just laying out by the pool. Is that allowed?” I’ve never felt sass inside of me like this. But he makes it come rushing out. It’s part bitterness of him marrying me and then avoiding me. It’s part that I want him, badly.

  “In that,” he grunts.

  “Yes, in this,” I sass back. “You bought it,” I mutter. I open my book and tilt my head down to it. But behind the shades, I’m still looking at him and trying not to tremble.

  “What’s your angle here, Katrina,” he growls.

  “My angle?”

  “What did Anton ask you do here, hmm?

  I stare at him, “What, like spying on you?”

  “Is that the angle?”

  “There’s no angle!” I snap. “My angle is, I’m being forced to live here. I have no one to talk to, I’m bored, and you’re avoiding me. That’s it.”

  His brow darkens. He glares at me. I sigh and yank my sunglasses off. I glare right back up at him.

  “One minute you want me,” I hiss quietly. “The next you don’t. And now I’m a spy? Make up your fucking mind,” I snap.

  He frowns deeply. “Watch it.”

  “No, you watch it!” I hiss. “I’m not going to wake up every day wondering where I stand with you! If you don’t want me, just fucking say so, okay?” I grumble. I turn back to my book, trembling all over.

  Micheal is silent. I want to stay strong and keep looking at the book. But I break first. I look up, and I tremble. His eyes are sliding over me. I can feel the tingle of heat from his gaze. My skin prickles, and my nipples harden under the bikini top.

  “You think I don’t want you?” Micheal growls.

  “I have no idea, Micheal. You’ve barely spoken a word to me since we got married.”

  He growls. “And you’re not at all thrown by what we learned the other day. It doesn’t at all make you see how fucked up this is? How wrong what we did…” he frowns. “What this is?”

  “Fine, so we’re clear then,” I snap angrily. “That’s a no on wanting me or wanting anything to do with me.” I slam my book shut and stand abruptly. “Got it loud and clear!”

  “Katrina,” he growls darkly.

  I laugh coldly. “What?”

  He glares at me. I’m standing right in front of him now. But he still towers above me.

  “I don’t like games,” he growls.

  “You think I’m playing games?”

  “I have no fucking idea what you’re playing. That’s my fucking problem with it,” he snarls. “You want to know if I fucking want you?” He snaps. He looks down into my eyes. I tremble at the heat in that gaze.

  “You’re goddamn right I do,” he snarls.

  I gasp and tremble at the savage tone in his voice.

  “But I don’t know what you are,” Micheal grunts.

  “I’m your wife,” I whisper.

  He eyes me. “Or a Trojan horse.”

  I purse my lips. I glare back at him. “So you think I’m a spy?”

  He shrugs. “I’m not sure what to think.”

  I stare at him, feeling furious and hurt. “What, you think I’m here to fucking seduce you or something?”

  “Are you?” He snaps.

  I glare at him. “Like a plant? Like I’m a fucking spy here to get into your bed and get your guard down?”

  Micheal glares down at me. “The innocent virgin routine?” He snaps. “The broken cottage window? This little seductress act?” he growls.

  I balk. “Excuse me?! And just what are you implying that I am?”

  His eyes harden. “I think you know.”

  I clench my teeth and glare right back at him. “No, why don’t you tell me, Micheal?”

  “I’m just saying, if the shoe fits…”

  Without even remotely thinking it through, I slap him, hard. Instantly, the entire mood changes. All my fire extinguishes out of me. All of my bravado and angry confidence drops. I pale in horror and bring a hand to my face.

  “Oh my God…” I gasp quietly. I start to back away from him. My heart is racing as he turns back. His cheek is red from my hand. His eyes are glinting dangerously. What the fuck did I just do?

  I turn, and I run. I flee from him, across the pool area. I can hear him behind me as I bolt for the closest shelter, the pool house. I crash through the door. I turn to slam it shut and lock it against the mob kingpin storming after me. But he’s too fast. I gasp and shriek as Micheal comes charging into the pool house after me.

  “I’m sorry!” I blurt, backing away from him. He glowers at me, his jaw tight. He kicks the door shut behind him and storms over to me. I gasp as his big hands grab me tightly. He pushes me back until I hit the wall behind me. His huge, muscled frame and big hands pin me to the wall.

  My heart races. I look up into his fierce eyes. But suddenly, I don’t feel afraid anymore. I’m not scared of him. I want him, badly. And even I can see the same desire etched his face. I can feel it in his grip. I can feel it in the thickness throbbing against my bare tummy.

  “Micheal…” I whisper.

  “We’re not doing this,” he snarls quietly. He shakes his head. But it’s like he’s trying to convince himself, not me. And he doesn’t let go of me or back away. “Not again,” he growls. “We cannot do this, Katrina.”

  “Then take your hands off of me,” I whisper.

  He growls. His nostrils flare with his breath. “Stop tempting me.”

  “I’m not—”

  “Yes, you goddamn are!” he roars.

  I whimper. The boom of his voice doesn’t intimidate me or make me afraid. It makes me wet. Shamefully and confusingly so. Micheal hears it, too. He groans, gritting his teeth. He shakes his head.

  “Goddamnit, Katrina!” He hisses. “You were a kid back then!”

  “Well, I’m not a kid anymore!”

  The room goes pin-drop silent. His hands tighten on me. “Believe me,” he hisses through clenched teeth. The vein in his neck throbs. “I’ve fucking noticed.”

  His mouth crashes onto mine hard enough to bruise. I whimper, caught off-guard by the suddenness. But those soft lips of his captivate mine. His mouth dominates mine. His tongue pushes inside, and I open my lips for him.

  He’s already taken me a thousand times in my dreams. Now I want it for real.

  11

  Micheal

  I growl into her mouth. It’s not the first time I’ve kissed her. But this time, it’s something harder. It’s something deeper this time. This time, the idea of pulling my lips away from hers makes me angry.

  She moans into my mouth. Her tight body arches into me. Christ, she’s barely wearing a thing. Just this skimpy little bikini. And I can feel every inch of her against me. I can feel her nipples hard and pointing into my chest. I can feel her soft curves trembling under my grip. And I can feel her hot little mound under those bikini bot
toms grinding into my leg.

  I groan and push my thigh between hers. I add pressure, rubbing my thigh against her little pussy through her bathing suit. Katrina whimpers. She clings to me and kisses me deeper. Before, in the cottage before the wedding, I had to restrain myself. I had to hold myself back from ripping her clothes off and taking her.

  I won’t be holding back this time. I won’t be able to. Not now, and not anymore. My mouth moves to her neck. I kiss the tender skin there hard, leaving bruises. A part of me knows I should slow down. I should be gentler. But I can’t be. What I’ve been holding back around her is too powerful to keep bottled up. It’s too pent-up to. And now it’s all rushing out as I claim her.

  My hand slips up her back. I pluck open the tie holding her top on. When it loosens, I yank it away. She whimpers, and her hard nipples drag over my bare chest. My cock surges. My balls swell, eager for her.

  My muscles bulge as I take her in my hands and lift her. She’s so light, and so much smaller than me. Obscenely smaller than me. But God help me, it only makes me harder. It only makes me want to take her even more.

  I whirl and storm across the pool house with her in my arms. My lips never leave hers, but I know where I’m going. Through a doorway is a guest room of sorts. I stride through, pulse roaring. I throw her down across the bed and immediately climb over her.

  She’s sprawled beneath me. Her tits are bare, her pale pink nipples hard and tempting. My lips find hers, and I groan when she wraps her arms and legs around me. Part of me feels like a savage claiming her this way. But it’s clear she wants this.

  My mouth bites and sucks down her neck. Then over the swell of her tits. I suck a nipple between my teeth. She moans, and my hand slips down her body. Her tummy caves under my touch. She moans deeper. My fingers pluck the ties at the sides of her bikini bottoms. My mouth slides from one nipple to the other. And then, I kiss lower.

  My mouth trials kisses and bites down her stomach. I peel the bikini bottoms away. I snarl when my eyes find her gorgeous little cunt.

  “Mine,” I groan softly. My hand slides up her thigh. She trembles, but her moans are soft and eager. I drag a knuckle over her pouty, wet lips. She whimpers, gasping for more. I stroke her pussy and push her legs wide apart. I sink between her silky thighs and look up at her.

  “Micheal…” she gasps

  I say nothing. I just hold her eyes and move forward. My mouth brushes her pussy. My cock lurches, spilling precum into my swimsuit. I groan and lick her harder. My tongue drags through her silky pussy lips up to her clit. I tease her button, sucking it between my lips. I roll it beneath my tongue. Katrina cries out in pleasure.

  I grip her thighs and shove them wide apart. My tongue plunges into her. Christ, I could die happy here between her legs. I feast on the sweet taste of her forever. My tongue pushes through her lips to her clit again. I suck on it and swirl my tongue around it. Her stomach clenches. Her hands slide into my hair and grip me tightly.

  “Micheal!” she gasps. “Micheal! Oh God!”

  I suck her clit harder. And then I can feel her start to come against my tongue. She moans and whines. She thrashes and writhes under my tongue. She screams my name and grinds her little cunt against my lips. Her sweet cum floods my tongue, and I hungrily devour her.

  I kiss my way up her body. My hands slide into my swimsuit and shove it down. I kick it away as I lick one nipple and then the other. She moans when I find her mouth with mine. My lips and chin are slick and sticky from her pussy. But Katrina moans and kisses me eagerly.

  “Good girl,” I hiss darkly. “You came so fucking good for me.”

  I raise up and slide between her legs. Katrina’s eyes widen. She gasps and looks down as I lay my thick, bare cock against her pussy. My pulse hums in my ear. My desire in an unstoppable beast. An animal about to shatter its way out of its cage.

  I stroke myself slowly against her. God, she looks so small with my big dick lying against her tight pussy. She looks so innocent. And yet so eager. My eyes slide to hers.

  “I’m going to take you now,” I growl. It’s not a request. It’s a statement. But I can tell so clearly that she wants this as badly as I do. She moans, nodding her head. I stroke myself and rub the underside of my cock against her sticky lips. I drag the head lower over her clit. She whimpers.

  Slowly, I spread Katrina’s pink lips with my cock. I ease against her. My bulging crown pushes against her opening, and she whimpers. My eyes find hers, my lips inches from hers.

  “I’m yours,” she whispers.

  “I know you are.”

  I push my head into her. She winces, gasping slightly. Her eyes lock with mine. My hand cups her jaw, and I kiss her deeply. I push into her, and I feel her open for me. Her silky pussy spreads for my fat cock. I sink into her velvety cunt, and her moans fill my ears.

  I know I should take my time. I know I’m her first. Christ, if there was any doubt in my mind about that before, it’s gone the second I slide into her. She’s so damn tight. Her pussy stretches obscenely around my big dick as I push into her. I keep pushing, giving her every inch. I kiss her deeply, but I don’t stop until my heavy balls are pressed to her ass.

  I grind into her. Katrina gasps and throws her head back. Her eyes roll back in pleasure. A low whine of bliss falls from her mouth. I growl and bite at her neck. My hand grips her thigh and pins her to the bed. My cock slips out and then thrusts right back in. I saw into her and grind deep. I feel her hot pussy fluttering and gripping around me.

  “Micheal!” she moans. She’s so wet and slick. I groan, lost in my lust for her. I thrust hard into her pussy. I pound my cock deep, in and out. Her moans get louder and more desperate. Her silky pussy grips me tightly, and her wetness drips all over me.

  I rut into her hard and deep; utterly claiming her. I know I should go slower, but it’s impossible. I’m barely hanging on to my humanity as it is. It’s like she brings a beast out inside of me. She lets loose an animal lust. She makes me want to rut into her and fucking breed her.

  I’m still cupping her cheek as I fuck her harder. My thumb traces her lips. She moans and eagerly wraps them around my thumb, making my cock jump. She moans, and her eyes lock with mine. She sucks my thumb and takes every inch of my thick cock as deep as I can fucking get it.

  I watch her face, and I can see her start to lose it. I can see her start to come. I groan deeply.

  “Give it to me, Katrina,” I hiss. “Give me that orgasm. Let me feel you come for me.”

  My hand slides down her jaw. My thumb slips from her mouth. I grip her throat—not dangerously, but hard enough to make her whimper and gasp. Her eyes widen even more. Pure desire blooms in her face. I feel her pussy gripping down on me. It’s like she’s jerking me off with her walls, and my control breaks in two.

  Like a beast, I start to pound her hard. Her squealing moans of pleasure fill the room. Her body is mine to claim. Mine to dominate. Her hips rock up against me. My balls begin to tighten with the desire to come, and I know I can’t hold back.

  I snarl and pound into her hard as I grip her throat. Her lithe little body suddenly jerks and bucks against me. Her eyes roll back as she screams in pleasure. And suddenly, she’s comes for me. I can’t hold back another second. I bury my cock in her spasming, freshly deflowered pussy. My mouth bruises to hers. And I start to come.

  My sticky cum spills deep onto her pussy. It floods into her, so hard and so fast that it begins to spurt and leak out from around my cock. Katrina moans and claws at my back. Her knees clamp around my hips. She kisses me, and I’ve honestly never once felt a woman kiss me like that.

  I never want to pull away from her. I never want to stop kissing her. I never want my cock to not be as deep in her as I can be. And right now, that’s exactly where I’m going to stay.

  12

  Katrina

  I feel safe in a way I’ve never felt before. Outside, the rain has started again. But in the pool house bedroom, I’m warm and content, and safe.
I’m lying in Micheal’s arms. We’re sitting up in bed; his back to the headboard, mine to his chest. His muscled arms circle me and draw me close. His big hands hold me possessively.

  What just happened has happened in my dreams a thousand times. I’ve fantasized about my mystery hero from the day of the fire countless times. I’ve imagined him stripping my clothes away and taking me more times than I can remember. But what just happened here with Micheal is better than any dream. It’s miles beyond any fantasy.

  And the wildest part is that the man who really just took me is the same man who’s taken me in my dreams all those thousands of times. I just never knew who he was. But now I do. A few days ago, I was terrified. I was gripped by fear at being used as a bargaining chip to a man I was afraid of.

  Growing up under my uncle’s roof, I always heard horror stories of the stone-cold, fearsome head of the Scaliami family. But I know who he really is. I know that the man holding me tightly with his lips on the back of my neck is no monster.

  Ten years ago, he killed for me. He walked through fire for me and jumped out a damn window. And he didn’t even know who I was. He just did it. I spent the next decade falling in love with a ghost. But now my ghost is very much real. Real, and holding me like he might never let me go.

  I snuggle into him. His lips tease my neck, and I sigh. I turn my head. Micheal’s lips find mine, and he kisses me slowly. His hand slides around my body to the front. It moves over my chest, and his fingers close around the locket on my neck.

  “I dreamt of you, you know,” he murmurs softly. “Not…” he frowns slightly. “Not in that way. Not with how I remembered you so young. But I dreamt of you as my angel.”

  “I was your angel?” I smile. “You’re the one who jumped out of a burning building with me.”

  Micheal chuckles. He kisses me again and shakes his head. “I was in a bad place back then. I was angry and broken. I wasn’t in control, Katrina. I had no focus, no hope. But then I heard you that day, in trouble. I knew it wasn’t my war. But I couldn’t not act. When I found you, and when I took you from those flames, I….” He shakes his head. “I found a purpose that day. I found myself again. Because of you.”