Mafia Romance

by Aleatha Romig, Skye Warren, Annika Martin, Natasha Knight, Kaye Blue, Michelle St. James, Renee Rose, Parker S. Huntington, Alexis Abbott, Willow Winters

  She only hesitates a half-beat before she takes off, her long legs streaking for the waves. I give her a head start, then follow, catching her when she’s ankle deep in the ocean and spinning her around.

  Chapter Three

  Jenna

  Alex deserves a medal. He’s shown endless patience playing fashion model to me all afternoon and into the evening—trying on endless combinations of clothing, shoes, sunglasses until I’m satisfied he’s the best-dressed man on the island.

  When we go to pay for it, I pull out the credit card Nico Tacone set me up with, but Alex snatches it out of my hand and folds it in half until it breaks. He tosses his own card on the counter.

  I can’t say I’m surprised, but I feel like a naughty coed losing her credit card privileges. Which reminds me of Alex’s little quirk last night. I turn on my best sex kitten voice and wiggle a finger through the buttonhole on his new shirt. “Is Daddy taking away my allowance?”

  He grabs my wrist, eyes going dark with lust.

  The salesgirl smirks as she rings up the mountain of clothes I picked out for him.

  He pulls my fingers to his mouth and bites my knuckle, then kisses it. His lips are impossibly soft for such a manly man. “I’m gonna do more than that to you, piccolina.”

  I press my body up against his. “Oh, yeah?” I purr.

  “Believe it,” he whispers.

  A shiver runs up my spine and a slow pulse starts between my legs.

  By the time we pay for the clothing and catch a cab back to the hotel, I’m horny as hell. Alex walks me straight to my suite. I’m thinking he’s just dropping me off, but he comes in.

  “Don’t you want to bring those clothes back to your place?”

  He shakes his head. “I’m moving in here. Somebody needs to keep an eye on you, and that somebody is me.”

  I twirl a lock of hair, playing coquette. “Because I’m so bad?”

  His lips twitch. “That’s right.” His voice is deeper than usual. His presence fills the suite, overpowers me.

  “Are you going to spank me again?” My heart races at my daring.

  He purses his lips like he’s considering, then nods slowly. “I’m going to spank your ass every night until you agree to come home with me.”

  My stomach knots just a bit at the home with me part. Because I wish he meant it literally, but he doesn’t. He means home to my father. This is a duty for him. But one he happens to be enjoying at the moment. And I intend to enjoy it with him.

  “You think that will change my mind?” I pivot my hips right and left like I’m swishing a skirt.

  He gives a nonchalant shrug. “Eventually, I’ll bring you to heel.”

  My pussy clenches at the idea of his taking me in hand.

  He crooks a finger. “You’re just begging for that spanking right now, aren’t you, cara?”

  When I don’t move, he snatches my wrist and pulls me up against his hard body. “Come here, baby. You’ve been teasing me with that ass all day long. It’s time for payback.”

  I swoon a little. I freakin’ love when he talks tough with me. I’m wearing a pair of skin-tight white capri jeans and he unbuttons them.

  My legs tremble as he pulls them down over my ass, all the way to my ankles. He crouches at my feet, infinitely gentle as he tugs them off one foot and then the other.

  “And now for these.” He peels down my lace panties.

  I suck in a breath. I shaved myself bare for him when I took a shower before we went shopping.

  He’s not disappointed. “Oh, baby. Oh, fuck, baby. Look at that pussy.” He brushes my nether lips with his thumb, then curls my toes when he drags his tongue in a long line up the seam. “Did you do this for me, amore?”

  “Um…” I can’t speak because he’s applying his tongue to my clit.

  He pulls back, eyes blazing. “Don’t tell me you keep this pussy shaved on the regular.”

  I step back, because he’s being a prick. “Why not?”

  He stands up, still frowning. He pulls my blouse off over my head. “Because I can’t fucking stand knowing this sexy pussy was right there. Every fucking time I talked to you. Every time another guy talked to you.” His voice is rough.

  I give a shaky laugh. “You’re nuts, Alessandro, you know that?” I reach up and pull his head down for a kiss.

  He claims my mouth with bruising force, at the same time he unhooks my bra in the back and pulls it off my shoulders.

  It’s just like last night—I’m naked, he’s fully dressed.

  “Come here, sweetheart.” He pulls me to the couch again, and across his knees. I’m creaming so hard for him, I’ll probably wet his trousers. Memories of the way he brought me to orgasm last night stoke the flames that are already smoldering for him.

  “Yeah, I’m going to be spanking this ass nightly,” he mutters just before his hand crashes down right in the center of my ass.

  I yelp. “Are you going to spank that hard?”

  He chuckles. “Depends, bambina. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”

  I moan and roll my hips on his lap. He slaps me again and I yelp. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That’s what I want to hear.” But he starts up a rhythm, spanking me much harder than I think he should for a little slap and tickle before sex.

  “Ouch, ouch, ouch,” I complain, reaching back to cover. “Am I really in trouble?”

  “Oh, you’re in worlds of trouble, amore. Worlds.”

  “Why—ouch! Alex!”

  He stops and rubs his large palm in a circle over my smarting ass, soothing away the sting. “For starters”—he slaps me again—“you’ve made me suffer all these years. You enjoyed my fucking suffering. Every time you pranced by me at your father’s house wearing something highly inappropriate.” He gives me three hard slaps. My whole ass twitches and tingles now, heat settling in.

  “It’s not my fault you came by when I was still in my jammies,” I choke, remembering a time when his eyes nearly bugged out at seeing me in a cami top and short shorts.

  “Those were not jammies!” Clearly he remembers the same scene. And clearly it still bothers him because his hand crashes down so hard I lose my breath. Each spank jiggles my lady bits, making them swell between my legs.

  “Alex—ouch! Please!”

  “I’m not stopping this spanking until you apologize.” He’s still spanking fast and hard and I’m losing the fun of it now.

  “I’m sorry!” I holler.

  “I’m sorry I was a cock-tease, Daddy,” he prompts.

  “I’m sorry I was a cock-tease, Daddy!” I shout back.

  He stops spanking and rubs.

  Endorphins must be kicking in, because the pain has changed. It’s just a pulsing, heat and the throb of my clit, needy and swollen between my legs.

  “Good girl.” Alex strokes me with both hands, one running up and down my back while the other circles my ass. “You took your spanking so well, cara mia.”

  “You were mean,” I sulk, because—yeah. It was definitely more than I bargained for. I guess if he spanked me that hard last night, I didn’t notice because I was drunk.

  “I know, baby, but Daddy’s going to reward his princess, too.” He pulls me up and arranges me on his lap, my back facing his front. He drapes my knees on the outside of his, spreading me wide. “Does this pretty pussy need some attention from Daddy now?”

  “Y-yes,” I breathe as he taps my clit.

  He gives it a light slap and I jerk in surprise. It didn’t hurt, but I never knew it was a thing. “Put your hands behind your head, baby girl.”

  My movements stutter on the way to obey him, not quite sure what he wants, but then I understand. The position lifts and separates my breasts, which he now reaches around to squeeze and cup. He tugs my nipples, pinches them, rolls them between his fingers. I wriggle on his lap, wanting the attention to return south.

  It does, shortly.

  “Now, leave your hands there, piccolina. I’m going to span
k your pussy. Do you think you can come from nothing more than a pussy spanking?” He gives my lady parts a sharp tap.

  “I-I don’t know.” Until a moment ago, I didn’t even know what a pussy spanking was. I’m one part scared, two parts excited.

  “Let’s find out.” He slaps again and again—not hard, but firm. Pleasure blooms, hot and furious, heat gathering and pulsing. He picks up his speed, lightening the spanks so they’re quick tap-tap-taps.

  I throw my head back over his shoulder, moaning for release. I want to move my hands, but I don’t want to disobey him.

  “Alex,” I pant. “Alex.”

  He understands me, slapping even faster.

  I climax. My hands fly off my head, searching for his and when I find it, I tear at his hair. He keeps up his quick taps, as I plunge into ecstasy, my body releasing in a shock of heat and tingles.

  “That’s it, baby,” Alex murmurs in my ear.

  I’m still in outer space, rocketing around the moon, but his lips against my skin bring me back, ground me.

  “Alex.”

  “Say thank you, Daddy.” He screws one finger into my tight channel and I gasp and push against it.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  * * *

  Alex

  Damn, pleasuring Jenna is off the charts exciting. I’ve had a lot of women, but I’ve never been so satisfied by making one come before. Even with my dick this hard.

  I don’t give her much of a break between her first orgasm and working on building to a second one. I get two fingers inside her and she starts riding them like the most erotic cowgirl I’ve ever seen.

  It’s too much—I’m getting lightheaded from need.

  “You know what happens when you’re naughty, baby?” I wiggle my fingers inside her but I can’t quite reach her G-spot.

  “What?” she breathes.

  “You take your daddy’s big cock. Are you ready for it?”

  “Yes.” She rocks over my fingers.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I correct her. I don’t know why I’m getting into being her daddy so much, but I am.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good.” I help her up and arrange her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Then I push her torso down and bind her wrists behind her back with the tie I left in here this morning. Only then do I realize I picked quite a position for her first time. Maybe not my best choice. I go for a bit of explanation. “This is a good angle for me to get in deep, baby. Hit your G-spot and make you scream. But if you’re scared or uncomfortable, tell me.”

  “I’m never scared with you.”

  She answers so immediately, it must be true. I’m humbled. In awe of her, really. How could anyone surrender control so completely, with so much trust? And to me?

  It’s a fucking gift.

  “I’m going to use plenty of lube, cara, so it shouldn’t hurt. You tell me if it does.” I went down to the convenience store last night after she fell asleep and bought lubricant and extra lubed condoms for her deflowering. I guess I knew we’d end up here, despite my better intentions.

  I shove down my shorts and give my cock a hard yank. My thighs are already shaking with need. I’m not going to last long in her. I snap open the foil and roll on the lubed condom, add more lube, then I rub the head over her dewy opening.

  She arches and pushes back.

  “Think you can take me?” I say it like a dare, and she pushes back more, takes the head.

  She groans.

  “I know, amore. You’re so fucking tight. Do you have any idea what your tight little pussy is doing to me right now?”

  She moans again, more wanton this time.

  I ease forward. “Be a good girl and take every inch of Daddy’s cock. Tell me you want it.”

  “I want it,” she pants.

  I never get the sensation of tearing through a barrier, but I go slowly, giving her time to get used to my size. When I’m fully seated, I only ease out an inch and push back in.

  “Ohhhhh,” Jenna groans.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Go on.”

  Sweat gathers at my hairline from the strain of holding back. Every muscle in my back and shoulders is cranked tight. My ass, my thighs, even my fucking feet shake from the effort. I grip her hips and give her a little more slide, bumping her ass on my instrokes.

  “Oh! Yes! Oh, wow.”

  “You’re Daddy’s little fuck-toy right now, aren’t you? Looking sweet, all tied up with a bow. This is how I’ve always wanted you.”

  Okay, I can’t believe I just admitted that to her. I am a filthy bastard, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She croons encouragingly.

  “You like being filled by Daddy’s big cock?”

  “Yes, Daddy!” she cries.

  I’m lost. My fingers dig into her flesh as I bang her harder, my loins slapping against her pink ass, my cock plunging deep enough to hit her inner wall. “Cazzo, cazzo!” I curse, control gone. I fuck her hard, harder than I should, but I can’t pull back. I need her too badly.

  She’s crying out with each breath, porn star noises, and I’m beyond saving.

  I roar as cum shoots down my length. I push forward, forcing her flat on her belly as I release, then I fuck her some more in the new position, just because it feels too damn good to stop. Her pussy squeezes me in tight little pulses as she reaches orgasm with me.

  Finally, the rush eases and my brain returns. I quickly untie her wrists before I cause her real discomfort and I cover her body with my own. My lips brush her neck, her jaw, her ear.

  “Bambina, you have a magic pussy. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had in my life. I swear to la Madonna.”

  She gives a broken laugh.

  I roll her to her back to make sure she’s okay. Her face is flushed, eyes still glazed. A beautiful smile plays over her lush lips. I kiss down her torso, starting with her collarbone, between her breasts, her soft belly, the apex of her shaved pussy.

  “This pussy belongs to me.” I can no longer withhold my claim—especially not now that I’ve had her. I pull one of her knees open and just stare down at it. “I can’t fucking stand that Nico Tacone had a claim on you all these years.”

  “Alex.” I hear the censure in her voice as she pushes herself up on her forearms.

  “I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t even his. But it makes me fucking crazy.” I pick up both her ankles and lift them in the air, exposing her bare ass and I start spanking again, hard and fast. “This ass belongs to me.”

  “Okay, Alex! Enough!” She kicks hard enough to get one ankle free and I give my head a shake. I know I’ve gone way too far. I have no right to lay claim to Jenna Pachino. Hell, if I wanted to keep my balls, I wouldn’t have even touched her. But the alpha male in me can’t stop. Not until she’s mine.

  I reclaim her ankle but don’t spank her again. I just rub her ass, let my thumb trail between her cheeks to find the pucker of her anus. “I know I’m a dick,” I admit. “I can’t own you, can I, baby? You’re an independent young woman. You have a bright career mapped out for yourself. No way you wanna get chained to Cosa Nostra. Not after you barely escaped it.”

  She blinks at me, lashes wet.

  I lower her legs and ease her to her side, then settle in behind her, one arm draped over her waist. “My ma couldn’t handle it.” I can’t believe I’m talking about it. I’ve never talked about it. But Jenna brings all this out in me. “That’s why she left us. I was only seven when she walked out on my dad and my brother and me.”

  Jenna goes still, then rolls over to face me. Her brows go down, a line of concern between them.

  “Because of La Famiglia?”

  “Sì. My dad said it was too much to take, the worry and guilt. She was a sensitive soul. She didn’t care about the money, just fell in love with my dad. Maybe she loved him too much. I remember she used to wring her hands and pace around every night he was out. She’d rush to the door when he got back and throw her arm
s around his neck saying thank God you’re home.”

  Jenna’s eyes fill with tears. “I understand how she feels.”

  I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Do you worry, too, baby?”

  She nods. “I tried to follow my mom’s lead. Pretend there’s nothing different about our family. Stick my head in the sand. But how could I when we went to funeral after funeral? When every guy was either in jail or dead? And all that time I had the marriage contract hanging over my head.”

  I wrap her up in my arms. “I know, baby. That was bullshit. I’m so sorry.” I kiss her hair, which is silky soft. “You were so brave.”

  “And my mom?” she croaks. “How could she let it happen?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t know, bambi.”

  “How could you?” she whispers. Tears drip down her cheeks.

  There it is. The accusation I’ve been hurling at myself all these years. How could I let such a thing happen to a sweet, innocent girl? Grazie a Dio it didn’t actually manifest, but what if it had? I have no answer for her.

  My stomach churns. I push up to sit.

  She also sits up, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Did you even stick up for me? Did he ever talk about it?”

  I get up off the bed to pace. “Yes, I fucking advocated for you!” I thunder, although I don’t know why I’m raising my voice to her. It’s her father I’m really angry at. “The second he got that letter from you, I told him it was time to renegotiate. That the contract was too old-fashioned to enforce in this day and age. Tacone’s rich, though, so he wanted to figure out a way to keep him on the hook, but I talked him out all of it. And no blame was put on you. When you go home, you’ll be welcomed with open arms. I promise you that, or I wouldn’t have come for you.”

  “I’m not going home,” she says through stiff lips.

  For the first time, I realize I may not be doing her a favor by bringing her back. All this time, I was thinking I was doing the right thing. It was time to bring the lost little lamb home. But Jenna’s not lost. She’s a smart woman with big ideas who deserves a future much brighter than the one her father originally chose for her. And if I’m crushing even one iota of her new persona, then I deserve to rot in hell.