Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
I held in my groan as the kiss we shared forty-eight hours before slammed into my mind. But calling what I’d done to her, what we’d shared, a mere kiss was an understatement. It was passionate, rough, and uninhibited. I was still thinking about it, jerking off to the memories, and my cock jerked behind my zipper as if in reminder of how much I wanted her.
“Bring him here tomorrow evening.” There was a hushed silence that fell over the room. “I want to question him.”
“And then, Capo?”
I felt the testosterone fill the room as the men grew excited about the prospect of torture. Being in my position meant I didn't have to get my hands dirty with interrogation, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that extracting information from a traitor, someone who betrayed The Family for their own gain, was something I greatly missed.
I leaned back and looked at each man once more. “And then… you handle it. You know how we deal with traitors.” I looked at Leonardo, knowing my expression was steely and hard.
Although my thoughts had been latched on to Bianca, at the way her lips were pink and full, at the curves I wanted to memorize with my hands, I heard everything Leonardo said.
I looked around the room, high-ranking officials for the LA Family in attendance. We’d been going over new business deals, intel on wars breaking out between different factions, territories we were coming into possession of, and a handful of other business that was a constant in our world.
I should’ve had my mind completely on those things, not on how I wanted to lay Bianca out on my bed, spread her thighs, and bury my face in her pussy as I sucked at her clit until she came all over my mouth.
In fact, that’s all I’d been thinking about for the last month, and it had only gotten worse, more intense after our date, after I’d mouth-fucked her, which was exactly what I’d done when I dropped her off.
She was dangerous to me, to my control and concentration. And that’s how I knew she was meant to be mine.
I thought about how she asked me brazenly about my connection to the mafia. Even now as I thought back, I could feel a hint of amusement at her boldness. No one had ever dared question me. So the fact that she had told me how innocent she truly was in the world we lived in—in the world I lived in—turned me on like a motherfucker.
“Are we leaving the remnants out to send a message?” Francisco asked and leaned forward, a slow grin spreading across his face. Out of all the men who worked for me, Francisco was definitely the most twisted, even by my standards.
I inclined my head. “What else would we do with the remains of traitors?” A few of the men chuckled.
For a moment, I thought back to Bianca and how she would feel if she really knew the type of man I was. The type who showed no mercy to his enemies, who did whatever it took to gain and keep power, not just in my line of work, not just in my business and empire… but also in the bedroom.
Because I’d be lying to myself if I said I only wanted her for one night. That wasn’t the reality I saw for myself, for us.
I wanted everything from her. I wanted it all. And I was the type of man who didn’t stop until he got exactly that.
Because where Bianca Alfonso was concerned, she’d be mine… heart, mind, body, and soul.
Chapter
Eight
Bianca
I was absolutely, utterly insane. I had to be crazy for agreeing to go out with Enzo again just days after he’d taken me out the first time. Yet when he called the following day, there was no hesitation in accepting his invitation to have dinner with him again.
Just thinking about the kiss, the touches… the words he’d all but growled at me, had a shiver moving up my spine and caused my belly to tighten. It caused my body to respond instantly in the most primal way. Wet, achy. Hot.
My lips tingled as I thought about what we’d done. It hadn’t been just a kiss. No, it had been raw passion up against the parking garage wall that had resulted in an orgasm from zero stimulation down there.
My vision was unfocused as I realized I lifted my hand and placed my fingers on the mark that even now—days later—still slightly marred my neck. I felt goose bumps form on my arms and knew I was in way over my head. But I couldn’t have cared less when I tried to use common sense on what was really going on. And how I should take things slow.
But going slow was the last thing I wanted.