Mafia King (Mafia Royalty Book 1)

by Cala Riley

  Her eyes widen at the sight of my fully erect cock.

  "That was just the warm up. You ready for the main event?”

  Sofia

  Jesus Christ. This man is a god. Looking at him is like looking at one of the roman gods chiseled in stone. I like my eyes devour his body. I feel my eye bug out when I get to his cock.

  This man is hung.

  I have a tiny panic attack. How in the fuck is that going to fit inside me?

  I am not a prude by no means, but I thought dicks of that size were purely fiction. I reach up and touch my lips to make sure I am not drooling.

  "That was just the warm up. You ready for the main event?”

  My heart starts racing. I feel myself quiver under his intense stare. This man can move mountains with just his mouth. I am actually scared for what he can do with that behemoth.

  Me being me, I can’t help but make sarcastic comments.

  “Let’s see what you got hot shot. Don’t disappointment me.”

  His deep chuckle sends chills over my body. He kneels down and bites my hip. I yelp in response.

  “I think you know very well that I don’t disappoint. I keep my promises. I promise that you will like everything I do to you. I would even wager a bet that you will beg me for more before I am done.”

  Between the words and the way he is looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes, I feel a rush of heat spread throughout my body.

  “Big words. Let’s see if your actions back you up.”

  “You are a defiant little thing.” He leans up and kisses me as he backs up. “Stay put.”

  Feeling cheeky, I back up onto the bed and crawl to my knees. He growls as he looks over, but he doesn’t say anything. He just grabs a condom out of his night stand and throws it on the bed next to me. As he stalks my way, I scramble back on the bed.

  “Are you scared?”

  His voice is almost gravely.

  “No.” I whisper.

  “Then why are you running?”

  “There is nothing wrong with a little game of cat and mouse.”

  He chuckles.

  “Thrill of the chase?”

  My mouth goes dry as he moves closer.

  “Nothing worth having ever comes easy.”

  He leaps forward and tackles me to the bed. I don’t have a chance to react. Next thing I know, he has me thrown over his lap as a loud crack rings out in the air. A moment later, I feel the heat on my ass and the liquid dripping from my core.

  “You have been a bad girl. I think you deserve a punishment, don’t you?”

  I whimper as he rubs the stop he just hit. A moment later, another smack comes.

  I squeak.

  He rubs his hand across the new spot before he trails his hand down and slips a finger inside me.

  “Bash.”

  “Yes, Tesoro?”

  “Stop teasing me and fuck me already.”

  “I thought you wanted a chase. Isn’t that what you wanted? To show me that you could be defiant. That you don’t obey.”

  Yes!

  I don’t verbalize my thoughts. For some reason, I wanted him to know that if I did what he said, it would be my choice.

  He flips me over and positions me to straddle his lap. He reaches over and grabs the condom before handing it to me.

  “Put it on me.”

  This is one man who is dominating and part of me wants to let go and let him dominate me. The other part is still struggling to remain in control. That part wants to snark him.

  “I know what you are thinking. Do you really want to delay your own pleasure to maintain your sense of control? You will eventually give in and I will make it well worth your while.”

  He trails his hands up my sides to my breasts. He squeezes them lightly before rolling each nipple between his fingers.

  I throw my head back and moan.

  “I can make you feel better than you have ever felt. Just give in Tesoro. I promise I will only ever do what you need to feel good.” He murmurs while trailing kisses down my neck.

  My hands start to open the condom on its own accord. I look down and grab his cock. I stroke him once then twice and watch as his face contorts into one of pure pleasure. Not once does he take his eyes from mine.

  I roll the condom onto his cock then position myself over him.

  “Take what you want, Tesoro. Show me what you desire.”

  I slowly lower myself over him and feel myself stretching to accommodate him.

  “Take me slow, baby.”

  His words sound strangled as his hands come to my hips. I rise back up and lower again, taking more of his length in me. Two more times and he is finally buried to the hilt. I gasp as I feel myself clenching around him, getting used to having him there.

  “Fuck, Sofia. You are tight as hell.”

  I take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself. After a minute or so, I start to rotate my hips. I hear Bash hiss and look up to find him watching me take him over and over again.

  “You are pure torture, Tesoro.”

  He looks up and cups my face with his hand before he presses his lips to mine. When he lets me go, his hand slides down to massage my clit.

  It only takes moments before I feel myself building again. My breaths are coming quicker as my body starts to move faster.

  “That’s right. Take it. Take what you want.”

  His hands find my hips again as he takes over the rhythm by slamming me down as he lifts his hips up to meet mine. The slapping of skin along with the small sounds he is making pushes me over the edge. I cry out as the first wave hits me. I feel my lips moving, but I am so high I can’t make out my words.

  Bash slows the pace as I come down. Before I completely come down, he flips us over without leaving me. He pins my hands above my head with one hand as his other arm pushes my leg up over my shoulder allowing him to hit a spot deep within that I didn’t even know I had.

  “Oh my god! Bash!”

  He mashes his lips to mine and tangles his tongue in my mouth. His hips piston into mine and I feel myself on the edge again.

  I hear Bash mutter something that sounds like Heaven, but I can’t focus on his words anymore. This man is going to break me in the most delicious and wonderful way. I am on the verge of falling over the edge when he whispers in my ear.

  “Let go Tesoro. Come all over my cock.”

  At his words, I bite into his shoulder as I do exactly as he commanded.

  “Fuuuuuuck.” He calls out as he jerks within me.

  He stays hover over me as I go limp, completely sated. We are both breathing heavy and the look in his eye tells me he feels the same way I do. Both our worlds just go rocked.

  “Is it always like this?”

  He grunts, but doesn’t answer. As we both regain control, he pulls out of me. He walks to the bathroom then comes back a minute later. He climbs into bed and lays on his back. Then he pulls me over to him and tucks my head into his neck.

  I feel myself fading fast as his hand gently caresses my hair. I am almost out when I hear him whisper.

  “How am I going to quit you, Tesoro?”

  ∞∞∞

  I wake the next morning to an empty bed. I feel around me, but find it’s all cold. He must have left bed long before I woke. I glance around and try to figure out the time. There is light coming in from around the curtains and judging by the brightness I would guess it’s late morning.

  I get up and take a shower before figuring out what to wear. I left my clothes in the other room, but I can’t go get them naked. I look around the room and spot my clothes from last night. I pick yoga pants and bra and throw them on. I look around the room and find a hamper, which I put my underwear and the shirt Bash ripped off me into.

  Then I go to the drawer I saw him use the other day. I pull out a t-shirt and slide it over me. I inhale and realize that it smells like laundry soap, but underneath I can also smell the scent that reminds me of Bash. That woodsy smell.

  I smile
to myself as I think about last night. I have never come so much or hard in one night. Honestly, I don’t think a guy had ever really made me come before this. I thought they did, until Bash did his magic on me. He made me realize I was missing a whole lot.

  I look out of the curtains and look around. I don’t see anyone milling about. I bite my lip as I think of what to do. Go search for Bash or stay here?

  I scoff at myself. Even though Bash would probably prefer I stay here, he knows me better than that. If he wanted me to stay, he should have been here when I woke up.

  With my mind made up, I open the door to the bedroom and poke my head out. I don’t see anyone in the hall, so I walk out and close the door. The silence is eerie which makes me concerned as to why I haven’t seen anyone yet. Usually Bash leaves someone close by when I am around.

  I scold myself for thinking that. I go to head to the room I was supposed to share with the girls, but then I hear a noise come from downstairs. I internally curse at Bash for taking my gun.

  I inch my way down the stairs keeping my eyes open. I hear another sound that is coming from the area that I know the kitchen it. I make my way over and listen at the door.

  “Are you ever going to speak to me again?”

  I recognize Giovanni’s voice and feel the tension leave my body.

  “Come on. How many times do I have to apologize?”

  I don’t know who is he talking to, but I have a feeling it is Izzy. I walk in and see her sitting at the table with Giovanni sitting next to her. She is drinking coffee and pretending to read the paper while he is trying to get her attention. I walk over and sit next to her.

  “Good morning, Iz. Giovanni.”

  “Morning, Sofia. Can I get you anything?” Giovanni asks.

  “A cup of coffee would be great.”

  He gets up and Izzy turns to me.

  “Good Morning, Sofia. Where were you last night?”

  She looks pointedly at my shirt. I cast my eyes down. I don’t feel guilty for what we did last night, but I also don’t want her to judge me.

  I hear her sigh.

  “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

  I look up at her and give her my best ‘this is not up for discussion face.’

  “Yes.”

  She nods as she takes a drink of coffee.

  With a louder than necessary voice, she speaks to me.

  “Just be careful. I am speaking from experience. These BOYS don’t know how to treat a woman. I would hate for you to become heartbroken like I did.”

  She doesn’t look over at Giovanni, but I know that little performance was for him. He brings my coffee over and sets it in front of me along with creamer, sugar, and a spoon.

  “Damn it, Iz. When are you ever going to forgive me? I was a dumb kid. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

  She goes back to the paper that I know she isn’t reading because her eyes are focused on one spot and not moving.

  “Fuck it.” Giovanni throws up his hands and leaves the kitchen

  As soon as he does, Izzy sets the paper down and turns to me.

  “Sorry about that. You look happy.”

  I smile at her.

  “I am. I got laid last night. What’s there not to be happy about?”

  She laughs.

  “I haven’t seen you look so light in a while. Which is saying a lot considering the situation we are currently in.”

  “You seem better too. Are you less angry at us?”

  She gives me a sad smile.

  “I was never truly angry at you guys. I was in my own head. I came here once you know.”

  She looks around the house.

  “You did?”

  “Yeah. When I was a teen. They had this family bbq. Because of Gio’s dad, he got an invite. He was allowed to bring a date, so he brought me. It was a fun day. This place has changed though.”

  “Oh? How So?”

  “Back then, this place was filled with life. I might not agree with the way they do things, but this place was a home. There were pictures of family members on the wall. Kids were running around. They had family parties quite often from what I heard. Now, it seems so cold and impersonal. The walls are bare of any personal touches. It’s almost as if someone came in and wiped out any memory of what came before. It’s sad if you really think about it.”

  Seeing this beautiful place through her eyes I can see why she would see it that way. I look around and notice that it does seem quite impersonal. Even Bash’s room has no indication that it was his other than the clothes and those could really be anyone’s.

  I feel sad for Bash. I never considered that his life could be lonely.

  I tuck that away for another day though.

  “Wow. That is quite insightful.” I pause as she nods. “Have you thought about what is going on with Mia?”

  “I have. I was wrong. I’m not her mother or father. She was right. I have no right to tell her what to do. I really wasn’t trying to tell either one of you what to do. I just wanted to protect you.”

  I give her a small smile.

  “I appreciate it. Mia does too. She just won’t admit it yet. I think we are all learning things about each other that we didn’t expect. Our friendship is strong. We will make it through this.”

  She reaches out and squeezes my hand.

  “We have to. We are in too deep now. You guys know my secret. I would have to kill you if you wanted to leave now.”

  She winks at me and we both burst out laughing.

  “Where is Mia anyways?”

  “She left somewhere with Lorenzo this morning. Bash was in here earlier too. He told me to tell you that he would be back. I think he is arranging for us to go home today.”

  “I don’t think I want to go home.”

  I admit softly.

  “Really?”

  “I don’t want to put Uncle Tony at risk. Even Gina. I know I don’t care for her, but I would hate if anyone else got hurt because of me. I think I am going to ask Bash if I can stay here until we figure out what to do about the whole situation.”

  She gives me a sly smile. “This has nothing to do with the mind-blowing sex you had last night?”

  I laugh. “That certainly doesn’t hurt.”

  “I don’t see why he would say no.”

  I shrug.

  “Don’t look into this as more than what this is. For some reason he seems to think he needs to protect us. It is probably because of us living in his neighborhood. We agreed last night. This is only sex. It won’t go anywhere. I am not in the market and I don’t think he ever will be. He seems content with his solitary life.”

  She gives me a look like she doesn’t believe me, but she doesn’t say anything.

  I feel a ping of pain at my words, but quickly move past it.

  “How about breakfast?”

  Chapter Eleven

  Bastiano

  “Thank you for seeing me today, Godfather.”

  The elderly gentleman in front of me kisses my hand.

  “The Godfather was my father. You can call me Don Bastiano. What can I help you with today, Mr. Ricci?”

  Every Wednesday I set aside time for the community. An open call, if you will. They are allowed to make appointments to see me at Ivory, my Brooklyn night club. So instead of being at home with Sofia, I have listened to stories of neighbor disputes, unfair price gouging, and even a missing cat.

  “I need a favor from the family.” The old man starts. “My granddaughter went to the city last week for a school trip. While there, a group of men snatched her off the street and forced her into an alleyway.”

  Tears fill the man’s eyes.

  “The things they did to her should never be repeated. A passerby heard her cries and called the police. They ran and left her naked, lying on the dirty concrete.”

  “What can I do for you?”

  His eyes harden and I see what he is asking in his eyes.

  “She is 15 years old, Don Bastiano. Innocent
and sweet. They took that from her. She will never be the same again. All she wanted was to learn and do better for herself. She was going to be a doctor one day. Now she is a quivering mess and barely speaks. I just want her to feel as safe as she can after what happened to her.”

  I look to Lo.

  “We could offer a level of… protection. Within reason of course.”

  Gio speaks up from the other side.

  “With the right information, I don’t see why we couldn’t help her feel safe.”

  I steeple my hands at my chin. A 15-year-old girl. It disgusts me. One of the redeeming qualities of the family is the fact that we do not harm innocent women and children. It is despicable. I am already imaging who I will send to do the job.

  “We will offer protection for your granddaughter. Get us the information needed to provide the best protection and we will handle the rest.”

  I stand and walk around the table to shake the man’s hand.

  “Thank you, Don Bastiano. Thank you so much.” He pulls a folder out from under his jacket. “This is what you need. Anything you need, I will do for you. Anything.”

  He kisses my hands as he continues to thank me.

  I nod. “For now, go be with your granddaughter.”

  “Dio benedica”

  Gio sees him out and I walk back around and sink into my chair. I rub my hands down my face.

  “I want you to call the Fox for this protection detail.”

  “Sure, thing boss.”

  Gio walks back in.

  “What else is on my schedule for today?”

  “That was the last appointment.”

  “Good. We just have one last matter to discuss then. What are we going to do about the girls?”

  “Tony has given them a vacation until we feel it’s safe for them to return to work. Luca is on Sofia. I chose Frank like he has been while Johnny protects Isabella.”

  “Where are they now?”

  “At the estate waiting on our command.”

  I nod.

  “Let’s get going then.”