All Chapters of Keeping The Mafia Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CarmenI slapped my hand on the glass, glaring at my reflection and taking several deep breaths. What the hell was he doing? I was pitched into a moment of being paralyzed as I realized he was unfastening his trousers, slowly lowering his zipper. Oh, dear God. The man was going to fuck me. Right here. In this godforsaken place."No. Don't you dare," I barely managed, my eyes falling to his thick cock, the bulbous tip engorged and purple. My mouth was suddenly parched, my throat tightening until the air was restricted."I already told you, princess. I take what I want. Besides, I can tell by the scent of your ripe pussy just how much you crave a hard fucking.""You're wrong, you nasty, wretched human being." God, oh, God. He was right. I was excited, every cell and muscle sizzling from the red-hot heat shifting between us. This just couldn't be happening. This was just... I couldn't finish the words, my eyes still locked on his throbbing shaft and swollen balls. I'd never seen a man so

Carmen"Maybe you just haven't found the right woman.""Perhaps." He guzzled the entire glass of champagne, shifting slightly until he was able to face me. Even in the hint of the gorgeous moonlight, seeing his sculpted chest was like a magnet. He was gorgeous in every way, chiseled to perfection. "I have no plans on hurting you. I abhor abuse of women and I meant what I said. I will protect you until you are back in your father's house."I could tell my lower lip was quivering and with every breath I took, I realized my heart was beating rapidly. "I don't need protection.""My guess is that you do." He inched even closer, brushing hair out of my eyes. "You are very beautiful, Carmen. I am certain there are many men who would do anything to have you. Never forget how incredible you truly are."Nothing could have shocked me any more than the words, as if he were a different man. As he closed the distance, the heat of his body combined with the soaring electricity left me breathless, no

CarmenGasping, I dropped my head, watching as he planted his mouth directly on my clit, his tongue swirling in lazy circles.He gripped my bottom, his fingers digging in, forcing my hips to jut forward.I threw my head back, my mouth opening wide, staring at the beautiful stars as the man feasted. I was so wet, so damn hot and all I could think about was just how embarrassed I should be. I could no longer tell, the electricity on overload. I could tell my body was rocking and I clung to him, trying to stay in place, trying to be a good little girl.The thought was riveting, tossing my rational mind into various dark places. I actually wanted to please him, never to see disappointment in his eyes. Whether or not I wanted to be horrified didn't matter. He was far too powerful in his actions, keeping me on the very edge of raw bliss.He rolled his fingers down my thigh, lifting and planting my foot on one of the rungs of the railing. The growl he emitted was nothing short of a beast, a

SebastianThree weeks.Three weeks of bullshit.Three weeks of long hours.Three weeks of needless violence.That had been my world since returning from Cuba. I remained on edge, furious that certain aspects of shipping had gotten out of my control. Yeah, my father had warned me not to make connections of any type with the snake, Santiago. What I hadn't anticipated were the episodes of retaliation from other sources.It seemed no one wanted to deal with the man from Cuba, his reputation as a cold-blooded killer, and a man who buried more bodies than any mafia regime I knew of, a detriment. His share of enemies was significant. I'd taken a gamble. While I never lost, my decision might cost our family millions.That wasn't something my father would take without punishment. However, Santiago had kept his end of the bargain, performing to the parameters I'd laid out in the contract without question. He was a calculating son of a bitch, but he obviously knew not to cross me. His shipment o

Sebastian"What are you hearing regarding the latest shipments?" I asked the question casually, already preparing how I was going to handle Kostya. I never invited any of my soldiers to either my penthouse or the beach house that I infrequently resided in. I had an office in a sprawling high-rise where I operated from, my staff accustomed to my irregular schedules.Today, I'd invited my three top Capos to the condo, preferring to have the conversation in absolute privacy. The sun was just setting over the horizon, the beautiful coastline always breathtaking.However, I was in a piss poor mood, having spent two days gathering additional information on Kostya. While he hadn't made any overt moves, I knew it was only a matter of time.Cordero glanced at the other two, finally the one to step forward. Which meant he'd heard far too much. "Word on the street is one of our boats may be under the gun.""In what manner?" I asked quietly, keeping my anger in check."I heard talk about the Feds