Matched to the Mafia (Seeking Curves)

I glanced at Bianca, my protective instinct for her intense and consuming and not something I was familiar with. Aside from my mother and brother, I didn’t love, didn’t care what others thought or how they felt.

Simply put… I wasn’t a good man.

I left the car running, giving her a sense of safety. If I had cut the ignition, she might have felt like I expected to be invited inside. Although that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be balls-deep in her pussy, to claim that part of her in every single fucking way imaginable.

I shifted on the seat slightly again to ease the ache that settled in my groin, but also so I could face her. Bianca wasn’t returning my attention, her focus on her hands, which were clasped tightly together in her lap. The silky, straight fall of her hair hid her face from me, and the sweet scent that clung to her skin filled the interior of the vehicle. It was that intoxicating aroma that had fire moving through my veins.

Never had I desired anyone the way I desired Bianca. She was the accelerant to the flames burning inside me, the flint to my matchstick.

But still, I sat there and waited, watching her, unable to take my gaze from her. I waited for her to gather the strength to ask what she really wanted to.

She exhaled roughly and finally looked up at me, her eyes widening as she took in the expression on my face. I didn’t try to hide my knowing look back, didn’t try to mask the fact that I was already very aware where this conversation was headed.

But I had to give credit where it was due. Even though she clearly heard or had seen things about me, she’d still agreed to go out with me tonight, and I could tell she enjoyed herself genuinely.

“What do you do for a living?” Bianca finally asked, and although we’d spoken at dinner, exchanged pleasantries and generalizations, I kept the topics on her. I’d wanted her to speak, wanted to know every detail about her.

Because although I’d obviously done my research on the curvy blonde, I’d wanted to hear Bianca Alfonso’s life from her pretty lips.

“I’m a businessman. Owner of restaurants, companies, and handle mergers or corporations together—”

“No,” she said softly. “I asked what you do for a living, not what’s easily found on an internet search.”

I felt a dangerous thrill move through me because of her sharp tongue. Never had anyone spoken to me, let alone questioned me, like she just had. And although her tone was pleasant and gentle, there was a strength inside her that had the blood rushing in my veins with dark promise.

Instantly, my body reacted. My cock thickening, hardening, my pulse racing. My skin felt tight over my limbs, and the leather on the steering wheel creaked once more for how tightly I gripped my hands around it.

I didn’t say anything for long moments, but we held each other’s gaze the entire time. Although I said I wouldn’t lie to her, part of me also wasn’t freely giving up information. Because there was a very real possibility that she’d try to cut ties with me. Try being the operative word. I felt this hard knot settling in my gut. I didn’t want to think about what that feeling meant, or how I’d never experienced anything like it.

Unusual. Uncomfortable.

And as I looked into her blue eyes, I knew I felt like this because she was mine irrevocably, and the very idea of her running from me—afraid of me—made me feel, for the first time in my life, that I didn’t have control over everything.

“You’re a dangerous man,” she whispered, her breathing picking up from fear… from curiosity on how I’d respond.

“I’m a powerful man,” I said simply. The truth.

“Aren’t those the same thing?” She slowly licked her lips, and I let my gaze lower to watch the act, the interior of the car becoming warmer because of my rising need for her.

I didn’t verbally say anything. I didn’t need to, because she already knew the answer to her question.

I leaned forward, invading her personal space. She didn’t back away, but I noticed the subtle tensing of her body, the way her eyes slightly flared. I didn’t sense that she was truly afraid, but she was cautious, hesitant, maybe hearing that little voice inside her that said to be careful around me.

If only she knew I wanted her as mine so fiercely that I'd never allow anything to harm her, not even myself.

Because what I felt for her made no sense, was dangerous to me, but it was a truth inside of me that would not go away.

I don't want it to.

“Why don’t you ask what you really want to ask, Bianca?” My voice was pitched low, maybe dangerously so. I was turned on beyond belief, my cock a thick rope behind the material of my slacks, the length digging into the zipper. She was trying to appear stronger than she felt right now, but her body betrayed what she felt inside.