The Man in Black_A Standalone Mafia Romance

by Soraya Naomi

  Michael’s palms roam over my ass while he kisses my neck. “I need you.”

  A comforted sigh leaves my lips. “I need you too.”

  He whirls me around, raking his fingers down my spine as he unzips me. Then he slides the straps of my dress off my shoulders and lets it flutter to the floor, his arms snaking around my waist.

  “And I’ve missed your sweet ass.” His lips meet mine as his hand goes into my panties, cupping me, and I whimper when he circles my core and eases two fingers inside, plunging his tongue into my mouth with the same motion as his fingers.

  I arch into his hand, practically riding it when I feel him grinding his arousal against me.

  “God, I’ve been walking around with a hard-on ever since I came back. You don’t even know how badly I’ve wanted you. I’ve been fantasizing about you the entire day, about you sucking my cock.” Curling his fingers, Michael finds my sweet spot, and I let out a groan, which he silences with a kiss – I’m entirely under his spell.

  “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now, Brielle,” he growls, spinning me around and taking my hand to press it against his bulge as he leans down to lick my nipple. “Feel what you do to me.”

  He rubs my palm over his groin as I grip his arousal, making him hiss. Pressing our lips together, we frantically try to extinguish the fire blazing between us. I’ve been wanting him for too long already. Any longer would drive me crazy. So I wrench his suit jacket down his arms and he flings it aside. Our teeth clash before I go down on my knees and unbuckle his belt while he tugs up his black dress shirt. With his pants hanging open, I pull down his boxer briefs just enough to take the base of his massive erection in my hand, and without breaking eye contact, I lean forward and start sucking him off.

  “Fuck!” Michael groans in exquisite torture as I live out his fantasy of having my lips wrapped around his dick.

  Sifting his fingers through my hair, he pumps into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat as he gazes at me with pure need, his dark hair falling across his forehead. It’s a heady feeling to pleasure a commanding man like Michael. At that moment, he firmly pulls my head back, his arousal glistening with my saliva.

  “Up,” he says and assaults my lips before facing me away from him.

  He jerks my panties down my legs, and I step out of them and toe off my flats as Michael kisses the side of my neck, his front warming my back while he kneads my breasts.

  Still completely dressed except for his unzipped pants, he rubs his arousal between my ass cheeks, shifting lower as he entwines our hands and plants my palm against the door when I angle forward slightly to give him better access. And with a powerful thrust, he pushes in, stretching me. Then he winds an arm around me, molding my breast while he takes me harshly from behind. His balls slap against my core as he drives into me, and I’m totally at his mercy.

  “You’re fucking tight like this,” he breathes loudly, entwining our fingers that are planted against the door while he fucks me without restraint.

  My stifled moans increase in volume, and I’m so wet, ready to let go. “I want to see you, Michael.”

  Immediately, he pulls out and swivels me around.

  “Whatever you want,” he whispers and grasps my hips.

  Between feverish kisses and my searching for bare skin to touch under his dress shirt, I pump Michael’s dick in my hand, causing him to let out another groan. But he goes down and hefts one of my legs over his shoulder.

  “I need to taste you before I shove my cock in again.” Greedily, he sucks my clit into his mouth as I clutch a fistful of his thick hair, but when my legs give out, he holds me up effortlessly.

  “Michael...” His name escapes in a plea.

  He flattens his tongue, slicing it over my core and eliciting flares of passion in my lower belly before he stops and rises, his ashy-grey eyes glazed over.

  “I’m going to fill up your pussy now.” He hoists me up with his palms under my thighs, then glides them to my ass and slams me back against the wall right next to the door.

  My legs link around his hips, and I pant as he eases me onto his erection, disappearing inside in one thrust.

  “You’re so wet, primed for my cock,” he groans, staring right at me with unreserved ecstasy. “I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you for too long.”

  I reward him with a smile and he captures my mouth as he starts to hammer into me. My nails dig into his nape as I cling to him while he bangs me against the wall, my back bending, ankles locked around him. I’m naked and he’s wearing all his clothes, yet I still feel connected in a way only he can own me, and the reality of how much I’ve missed him hits me.

  Rotating his hips, he molds the flesh of my ass and nibbles his way down my throat. I’m so close just when desire overwhelms me, and a tidal wave of pleasure flies through my body to the tips of my toes. My whimpers surge into a fulfilled scream and I’m rocketed into heaven as I tremble in the aftermath.

  I watch him unravel as he pistons into me hard, gripping my ass for an final barrage of thrusts before he lets out a deep guttural growl and releases into me, banging me against the wall one last time.

  Satisfied and depleted, he rests his forehead against mine, and I stroke my fingers through his hair as my heart rate slows and contentment settles in.

  Though I have to wonder where we go from here. Deep down, I’m afraid he’ll pull away again.

  CHAPTER 40

  Michael

  I CATCH MY BREATH, holding Brielle up by her ass, my cock throbbing. When she gently combs her hands through my hair, I shiver as I experience an emotion I haven’t felt in a long while: complete relaxation.

  I set her on her feet while she watches me with half-lidded green eyes, her tousled blonde hair outlining her beautifully flushed face. When a bead of perspiration trickles between her full breasts, I wipe it away with my thumb, making her naked body that was meant to be ridden hard tremble.

  As she bites her kiss-swollen lip, I can tell she’s nervous and shy, so I take my suit jacket from the floor to lay it over her shoulders before I quickly button my pants without tucking my shirt in. Then I entwine our hands and lead her into the bedroom.

  “Come lie down with me,” I say.

  A wide smile curves her mouth. “Let me clean up first.”

  I release her hand, and when she turns, I smack her delicious ass, causing her to shriek. “Hurry.”

  As she rubs her behind, she sends me a pretend glare before rushing into the adjacent bathroom where I hear the sound of the toilet paper roll. I spread out on her bright-colored turquoise duvet, my feet right at the end since the bed is too small for my six-foot frame.

  As Brielle returns and treads to her wood armoire next to the window, I tell her, “Come here. I’ll keep you warm.”

  “I want panties,” she replies, grabbing a lacy pair and stepping into them before standing beside the bed.

  When I place one arm behind my head on the pillow and beckon her to me, she gets back in bed, snuggling her curvy body into me with her cheek on my chest and her arm around my middle as she drapes one leg over mine. I’m humbly content, lying there while she strokes my side as I roam my fingers down her spine and fondle her ass. In the stillness, my high of finally claiming her again eases, though my mind begins to churn.

  “So I owe you fifty-thousand dollars...?” Brielle unexpectedly whispers in a far-off, hoarse voice that’s much too sensual.

  In secret, I smile before squeezing her behind. “No, you don’t.”

  Leaning up on one elbow to catch my gaze, she adds hesitantly, “But it’s weird, don’t you agree? I don’t want to sound ungrateful.”

  “You don’t sound ungrateful. It is weird; I know that. But you don’t have to worry about reimbursing me.”

  She seems to mull this over. “Why? Don’t you need your money back?”

  “No,” I answer in good conscience, which makes her brows wrinkle.

  “How do you have so much money?”


  “I’m also part owner of Palermo. I have shares.” And I made a shitload of cash as the New York Syndicate’s boss, of course, which is in offshore accounts. I have enough wealth to support the next five generations, if needed.

  “Oh,” she muses aloud. “I didn’t know that. But it’s still weird.”

  “Then find it weird; it’s done now anyway.” I grin, and the corner of her mouth twitches.

  “You’re a man who’s used to getting what you want, when you want it, aren’t you?” she surmises, perfectly accurate.

  “Yes.”

  Brielle shows off her dimples. “You don’t rule the world, so you can’t always get what you want.”

  I rule Chicago, Duchenne.

  My eyes lock on hers just when she smirks, her rosy lips quirking up into an alluring smile that makes her green irises light up.

  “You’d be surprised how often I get my way.” In a swift move, I pull her on top of me.

  Laughing, she protests, “Michael!” Then she sits up and straddles me as I lie back again and grasp her hips.

  “I got you, didn’t I?” I bend my legs to let her lean back against them.

  She shakes her head, amused at my overconfidence, I’m sure. “You’re so arrogant.” Timidly, she traces a nail down the row of buttons on my dress shirt. “So am I yours now?”

  I rub her hips and her eyes meet mine. “Yes, Brielle.”

  She looks vulnerable yet sexy as she tucks her hair behind an ear, and my dick jumps at the reminder that she’s half-naked. However, I ignore it since she seems to be in a talkative mood, and instead, I probe, “Did you see when I signaled you the first night I returned?”

  “I did.”

  “Why didn’t you respond?”

  “I signaled you too, but I must have done it too late and you didn’t see it.”

  “I didn’t. I waited for a full minute, but when nothing happened, I figured that was a sign that you were pretty angry at me.” Although it pleases me that she did signal me back, which means she’s felt the continuous pull between us as well.

  “I was, but somehow, I can’t stay mad at you,” she explains.

  “Lucky me.” On their own volition, my palms skim up and down her sides, not wanting to stop touching her silky skin. Meanwhile, my dick stands at half-mast because of my perfect view of her rosy nipples.

  “So where do we go from here?” she inquires softly. “You mentioned that you still have some reservations, and I want you to know that I realize that you might be conflicted emotionally. You also keep saying it’s dangerous and that you want to protect me, but I don’t really get why, so I’m guessing you might be scared of your feelings. But I do understand why you’re hesitant to be with someone, considering your past with Rachel.”

  God, this woman is too kind to me. She thinks all my rambling of earlier was just about my jumbled emotions, even though it has nothing to do with grief or commitment issues. But I can’t dump the truth of the Syndicate on her now – it would scare her and she might make me leave, or worse, she might run away. Yet I refuse to let any harm come to Brielle – I’ll protect her however I see fit until Ivo’s out of the picture.

  When my thumbs touch the undersides of her breasts, she takes my hands and intertwines our fingers while my elbows rest on the bed. She seems to need the intimacy, but it doesn’t bother me. Quite the opposite, she unwinds me with a simple touch.

  So I disclose, “I’m not hesitant to be with someone, or you. When I make a choice, I stick to it. It just took me a while to get here.” I strengthen our grip as she tilts her head in question. “I want to be with you, but first things first. You need to get rid of Ivo.”

  “Oh, yeah, I forgot about him. I’m not planning on dating him anyway.” Suddenly, her eyes round and she adds, “By the way, Ivo must know that you paid the extra fifty thousand, and still, he asked me about us. But if he knew about the money, he had to have already known that there was something more between us, so I think he acted dumb with me.”

  I’m impressed by her deductive reasoning skills and how she remembers details. “Yes, he’s playing a game with us.”

  “However, he’s also been nice, so I’m not sure.”

  “No, he’s manipulative and I’m still trying to figure out why. You need to make it clear that he’s not dating you, but not when you’re alone; he’s dangerous.”

  “Again with the dangerous. Tell me why you think he’s dangerous?”

  “He’s not a realtor who’s on the up and up. He doesn’t always follow the law, which is how he got your apartment,” I reveal, scrutinizing her reaction.

  “I figured that; he has so many phones and carries a gun. And I could have guessed that he handled the finances creatively because you all live in expensive homes yet you’re still loaded...”

  I chuckle, not having expected that answer.

  “But you’re manipulative too, Michael. How can I trust you?”

  Even though I’m a liar and a killer, I tell her honestly, “I made a stupid mistake in the way I tried to find out if you knew about Rachel and me, and I’m sorry about that, but I couldn’t stay away from you. I only manipulate situations to protect the people I care about.”

  “Me?”

  “That includes you now, yes.” I pull her forward and grasp her waist as she plants her hands on the pillow beside my ears, her jasmine scent drifting through the air while her hair curtains us. “I won’t pull away. I’ll make sure to call you and text you. But you dump him first.”

  “Okay,” she whispers.

  “Also, I need you to always answer my calls; that’s very important. I think you know by now that I get nervous when you ignore me...”

  A smirk flashes across her face. “I know, and I’ll always answer your calls.”

  “We’ll take it slow and see where it goes?”

  Doubt clouds her gaze.

  “You’re mine now, Brielle. It won’t be like it was before.”

  “Do you promise?”

  “Lo prometto. It means I promise,” I say against her lips, cupping the back of her head and tangling my tongue with hers to deepen the kiss with a growl before I tug her head back by her hair.

  She strokes my jawline, her gaze exhausted yet happy, so I roll us over on our sides so that she can snuggle against me.

  “You’re tired. Get some sleep. Stop worrying about everything.” That’s my job.

  “Okay,” she mutters and we cling to each other, meshing our legs.

  I wait to hear her breathing even out, although sleep doesn’t descend upon me, and as I assemble my thoughts, I recognize that I make choices before I think things through when it comes to Brielle. She’s my weakness. Not Rachel. She makes me feel things I didn’t think I wanted, and she’s the one who revived me after living in darkness for four months. Perhaps if I’d never met Brielle, I’d still be stuck in that mindless state of grief. In truth, Brielle invigorates me, challenges me, and I now understand that I enjoy it. She makes me feel alive again – it’s that simple.

  Maybe my interest in her was never about the link from our past, because by now, I’m over my grief, yet my obsession with her hasn’t lessened. My obsession with her is one I can’t deny or reject anymore. Not after what I’ve already revealed to her. It’s only a matter of time before she begins to connect the dots herself.

  In the meantime, I’ve been holding Brielle, who feels comfortably warm as she dozes, but I need some rest as well. Gradually, I release her, and when I get up, she groans and curls into herself. Then I walk to the bathroom to grab my suit jacket from the sink and throw it on.

  After I get back to the bed, I start to lift Brielle’s leg so that I can tug the duvet from under her and cover her up. But she rouses slightly before her eyes pop open, and she fires up into a sitting position when she notices my suit jacket.

  “Are you leaving?” she asks.

  “Yes. I can barely sleep in my own bed, let alone someone else’s.”

  Her mouth opens
and then closes, and the look of sadness that comes over her face shocks me, so I tell her, “Get dressed and pack a bag. You’re coming with me.” I’d rather have her near me, and on top of that, the Blackhall is a fortress.

  At last, she shows off her dimples and climbs out of bed. As she puts on jeans and a shirt, I stare at her curvaceous body.

  “How many clothes should I bring?”

  “As many as you want,” I answer, making her smile.

  Within five minutes, she’s packed, and as I hold her bag, we leave her apartment to take the elevator down. We exit into the lobby, and when we pass the tall, skinny guy at the reception desk, I point to him. “You need to do a better job because someone sneaked by you and knocked on her door.”

  “I’m so sorry, sir. I only leave the desk unattended for a moment when I go to the bathroom.”

  “Then lock the front entrance when you do. The residents have a key to open it if they need to. Are you new or something?” I question because this seems like a rookie mistake.

  “Yes. I started this week.”

  “Well, you need to be more aware and make sure it doesn’t happen again,” I finish before we walk out and cross the dark street to enter the Blackhall and take the elevator to the fifth floor.

  Once we’re inside my apartment, I escort Brielle upstairs and into my bedroom. The moonlight illuminates the large room and she topples backward onto the mattress, looking small yet tempting on the king-size bed.

  “Four people could fit on here,” she teases as I set her bag on the bench at the foot end and strip down to my boxers.

  “I’m beat.” I join her after she removes her jeans, swiping down the sheet for us to crawl underneath. “Get in. I’m taking you out to dinner tomorrow tonight, so rest now.”

  Without thinking, I pull Brielle into me, spooning her and kissing her hair as she whispers, “Good night.”

  Yet I remain awake. While she thinks this is the start of something new, I still have to disclose everything to her. But the thought of losing her angers me, so I plot how to handle this without having it blow up in my face.