“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, angel,” I grunt, kissing her just above the collarbone. The pressure is intense. She isn’t fully mine yet. “Are you all right?”“Y-yes,” she mutters. “You’re so big…”I smile. “I’m going to keep pushing now. I’m almost there.”Fabiola nods, her arms thrown over my shoulders, her hands gripping the muscles of my back as though I might fly away at any moment.My shaft throbs as I press forward, inward, deeper inside her soaking hole that’s cinched down around me as if trying to push me out and pull me in at the same time.And then I feel it—Fabiola’s innocence gives way.She winces. Her entire body quivers, and she locks eyes with me, seeking solace from my gaze.“That’s it, angel,” I coo, running my fingers through her hair to soothe her. “The hard part is over. You’re mine now. You’re going to love what happens next.”A shudder runs through my body too as I drive the rest of my cock the full depth into her soaked hole, bottoming out completely inside h
I wake up to the smell of bacon cooking and the feel of warm sunlight on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see I’m alone in bed and quickly sit up. My mind quickly goes to the bad dream I had.No, he wouldn’t have a sexy female chef down there, would he?All the same, I quickly throw on some pajama bottoms and a T-shirt and head down to the kitchen to check.The smell of bacon cooking grows stronger as I take the stairs. I can’t get the images of last night out of my mind either. And those are real images too—not just things I dreamt up.If I find a cute girl cooking down here, I swear to God…But as I round the corner, I find Dominic standing over the stove, wearing a pair of briefs and a white tank top, a sizzling pan of bacon in front of him.“She’s up.” He grins as he sees me come in. “I guess I can start making the eggs now. You like eggs, I hope.”“Sure,” I reply. “How do you make them?”“The best you’ve ever had,” he chuckles. “You all right? You look like you’ve got something on yo
“There’s a lot more to do,” I say as I dry off my hands and go to the bags of things we brought home from the store. “And just so you know, there are no guarantees that this place will end up looking as festive as Mucho Mocha.”Dominic chuckles and nods. “I understand.”I take out a package of ornaments and some lights and hold them up in front of him. “Which would you like to do?”Dominic glances at both packages, then takes the ornaments from me.“These seem like the hardest to mess up.” He smirks.“You’re right,” I laugh. “Just keep them evenly spaced and don’t group too many of the same color together.”I get to work hanging the lights, marveling at just how normal everything feels. It’s almost like Dominic and I have done this many times before. It’s hard for me to see him as just some mob enforcer who showed up at my dad’s house to collect a debt now, especially after everything he told me about his dad and that he was basically just following in his footsteps.I almost feel bad
“Fuck, you sure you’ve never done this before?” he asks. I keep him in my mouth as I shake my head just the slightest amount. “You’ve got me hard as hell, little girl.”I try not to choke as he pushes deeper. I know he’s being gentle. I’ve experienced what it’s like when he goes hard. I felt it last night. I do my best to relax, to take more of him down my throat, to make this even better for him.“Christ…” he mutters as he tugs off his shirt and exposes his rock-hard abs for me to see. My eyes are watering as I try to handle him all—every single one of his manly inches. There’s just so much of him that I can’t believe I actually took all of him inside me last night.Back in high school, girls used to talk about how big of a guy you wanted to lose your virginity to, and how losing it to a guy with an enormous dick wasn’t ideal because it would hurt too much. Well either they were wrong or Dominic knew exactly what he was doing to make things go smoothly.He reaches out and lifts up my
Seated beside me in the car, Fabiola looks like a model flown over from Milan. The red dress fits her perfectly, and beneath it, she’s wearing the set of black lingerie I bought for her at Mary’s shop for when I undress her later.This girl is just absolute perfection. Having her with me lights my soul on fire and sends my hormones raging.Part of me is eager to show her off at the Christmas party, but another part of me wants to keep her at my house, away from all the eyes I know will be there. But my transaction with Hawkins was well-known within the family, and if I don’t show up with Fabiola by my side, it will raise questions, so as I pull up and park, I turn to her and take her hand in mine.“Any of these guys give you a hard time, you come and find me,” I tell her. “Now we shouldn’t be separated, but if for some reason we are, just make up an excuse and come get me. Got it?”“Do you expect any trouble?”“Nah, nah,” I reply, shaking my head. “Most of these guys here are just reg
My blood is boiling as I watch Donnie walk away from us, twirling his pocket watch casually as though he were simply taking a stroll on vacation. Once he’s out of hearing range, Fabiola turns and smacks me hard on the shoulder.“All right!?” she hisses. “What the hell are you thinking? You’re seriously going to let that man fuck me? So what if he’s the Godfather—?”“Of course I’m not.” I stop her, taking both of her hands in mine. “There’s absolutely no way I’d let any man touch you, Fabiola. Godfather or not.”“Then why did you just say that to him!?”“Because confronting the Godfather here at his party in front of a bunch of men all loyal to him didn’t seem like the best of ideas,” I reply with a smile, doing my best to comfort her. “Wouldn’t you agree?”Her head droops, and her shoulders rise as she sucks in a deep breath. Donnie scared the shit out of her, and I completely understand why. And that has the rage inside me just growing and growing. All I can think about is putting my
I find Fabiola back at the bar, chatting casually with Earl. I check the time on my phone as I approach them; it’s been just over ten minutes. That means we have barely enough time to get out of here and up to Donnie’s room. If we’re late…well, you don’t wanna be late for Donnie Esposito.“Was he a gentleman?” I tease as I come up beside my angel and take her by the hand. So warm…such soft skin.“It was hard,” he chuckles. “But I kept it together out of respect for you, Dominic.”“You’re good people, Earl.” I lean close to Fabiola and whisper in her ear, “Come on, we have to go to his room now.”I feel the tension in her body as I lead her away from the party down the hall, past the guards who have clearly been told to let us pass.“Are you seriously not going to tell me what’s going on?” she hisses under her breath. Part of me feels terrible keeping my plan from her, but the rest of me knows it’s the only way this will work.If I tell her, she’ll try to convince me to figure somethin
Four Years Later…“Three years.” My dad smiles, tossing his chip as I drive him home. “Can you believe that? Three years without stepping foot in a casino.”“I’m proud of you, Dad,” I tell him as he pats me on the knee. “And just think, none of it would have been possible without Dominic.”I chuckle as Dad frowns at me. He pinches me on that spot on my thigh that never fails to tickle me, and I quickly swat him on the back of the hand.“Hey, stop! I’m driving! Do you want me to crash and kill us both?”“I want you to give credit where credit is due!” he protests. “And I did the work to get past my gambling addiction—not that mafioso bastard who bought my daughter from me.”I laugh as I take the turn that takes us over the bridge, which I always used to use as a marker to let myself know that we were almost home. It took some getting used to after we moved, which of course we had to do after what went down at Donnie Esposito’s mansion. The entire family was looking for us for a while,
I love everything about our little seaside village of Ferragudo, but it’s especially magical in the early hours of the morning, when only the fish and the birds are awake. I love coming out onto our deck to observe the calm, quiet world. Usually, I can even manage to get a good page or two written before the kids wake up.I curl my hands around my mug of coffee, the tendrils of steam evaporating into the cool air, and smile before taking a sip. The last ten years have been better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Finn and I had the most beautiful wedding right here on the beach, just a few miles away from where we now live.The ceremony was small and intimate and absolutely perfect. Finn cried, and yeah, I was a blubbering mess by the end as well. Standing there next to him, peering into those deep brown eyes while the waves tickled my feet was one of the greatest moments of my life. I finally felt like I was right where I belonged, with someone who wanted me as much as I wan
Zarina slumps over the balcony as I pull out of her, our combined releases dripping down her thighs. Jesus, I’m almost ready to go again at the sight. Spinning her around, I scoop my woman up in my arms and carry her to my bed, ridding her of her clothes before stripping down and crawling in beside her.She snuggles up next to me and I wrap an arm around her, tucking her closer into my side. “I love you so damn much,” I whisper into the top of her head. She sighs so sweetly, her breath tickling my bare chest.“I love you, too. Thank you.”“For what?”Zarina props herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. “For...everything. I...I don’t know how to explain it. Like your letter said, we haven’t known each other that long, but in a way, we have. I know you. I feel you right here,” she whispers, placing my hand over her heart. I slide it up her chest and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, drawing her down for another kiss.“I feel you, too,” I murmur against her lips.“Did...d
Twenty minutes later, we're pulling up to my apartment. I've traveled from city to city and country to country over the last nineteen years, but this little apartment has served as home base in between gigs. I want something so much grander for my wife-to-be, but this will have to do for now.“It’s beautiful,” Zarina whispers as I help her out of the cab. The building itself is painted white, matching the other homes and buildings here in Ferragudo, Portugal. The seaside town is quite breathtaking and picturesque with boats adorning the shores and whitewashed homes dotting the skyline.“You’re beautiful,” I say with a grin when she rolls her eyes. “Now let’s get inside before I lose my mind.”I drag my Zarina through the lobby of the apartment building, almost forgetting her damn luggage again. She giggles and spins around in my arms once we step inside the elevator, getting up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. I wrap my arms around her and haul her into my chest, groaning when I feel
I wipe a sweaty palm on my jeans and tighten my hold on the bouquet of wildflowers I gathered from one of my favorite parks overlooking the ocean. The plane should be landing any minute now, and I pray to every god I can think of that my babygirl is on it.These last three days have been absolute misery without her. I knew Darren would be upset, but I underestimated his temper, as well as his connections. After we gave our statements about what happened in the hotel room, Darren talked to the officers and apparently greased the wheels to have me fucking deported.After an arduous and humiliating journey back to Portugal in cuffs, I spent the night in a holding cell. I was released yesterday when they realized the charges were bogus, but TSA took my passport, so there was no way to hop on the next plane back to New York.And God, that’s all I’ve wanted to do. I won’t rest until Zarina is in my arms again. I need to hold her, to look at her sharp, beautiful eyes and tell her I love her.
Over and over, picture after picture, Finn poured his heart out to me. That day at the farmers market he told me he communicated better with photos, but I think his words are just as powerful.Underneath the pile of photos, I see a letter folded up. I reach for it, handling it like a sacred document. To me, it is. Something falls out of the letter when I unfold it. Picking up the scrap of paper, I gasp when I see it’s a plane ticket to Portugal. My name is at the top, along with tomorrow’s date. Was this his plan all along? Was he going to bring me back to Portugal with him?I set the ticket down on the bed and reach for the letter again, hoping to find the answers to my questions.Zarina, my beautiful babygirl,I love every moment of every day with you. Everything you do is enchanting. Magical. I didn’t know what was missing in my life until you flashed those eyes at me and challenged me for control.We haven’t known each other long, but at the same time, my soul knows yours. You fee
Three days. It’s been three days since Miriam hauled me out of the hotel. Three days since Finn made love to me. Three days since my heart was healed and then shattered.Where is he? What happened? Finn told me he loved me, but the doubts are starting to creep in.That first day, I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I was so certain I would wake up next to my Daddy, but when I blinked my swollen eyes open, I was alone, just like I always am. I barely left my room the second day, only venturing out into the house to use the bathroom or grab something to eat.My father won’t even look at me. He’s hardly spoken ten words to me in the last few days. All I know is that he and Miriam got a call when they landed in Bora Bora from someone who saw Finn kissing me at the wedding. According to Miriam, I ruined her wedding and made a fool out of myself and my family.Last night, my dad told me he set up an interview with the dean of NYU next week to discuss my schedule for the fall. M
I feel her pussy knot around my shaft, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Zarina inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, ripping my skin open, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I come so damn hard I feel like I might pass out.“Breathe,” I say to myself as much as her.Zarina gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Zarina leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placi
I strip out of what little clothes I have left on and then practically tear Zarina’s dress off of her, leaving her in a matching bra and panty set.“Hey!” she shrieks and then giggles. “Be careful! I don’t want you ruining another dress of mine.”I kiss her neck, needing my lips to be on some part of her body right this goddamn second. “I’ll buy you a new one,” I grunt, biting and kissing her again.I slide my hands down her body, gripping her thighs and lifting her gorgeous, curvy body up into my arms. She gasps and hooks her ankles behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.“Fuck, I need you,” I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.“I’m yours, Daddy,” she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach letting me know she needs me, too.“Take a shower with me.” It’s not a question, it’s a command.She nods her head and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me in for another kiss.I carry her into th
We walk silently through the market and take a cab back to the house, where I direct Zarina to pack an overnight bag. The sassy little smirk she gives me nearly has me tossing her on her bed and burying my cock between her pouty lips, but I manage to restrain myself.Once we’re packed up, I order an Uber to Four Seasons, ready to show my little love everything she’s asking for. Zarina smiles at me and snuggles into my side, content to let me take care of every little detail.My chest swells up with pride when I step out of the car and hold my hand out for my babygirl. She doesn’t hesitate to take my hand and let me lead her through the opulent lobby and onto the private elevator. I love that she trusts me like this. As soon as the doors shut, I slide my hands down her body and grip her hips, pulling her back against my front.She moans softly, melting into me as I trail kisses up and down her neck. My hands roam up her generous curves until I’m cupping her breasts. Zarina gasps and th