Matched to the Mafia (Seeking Curves)

A harsh tremor moved through me, my pussy clenched, my inner walls contracted, and I moaned. He’d just made me climax without any other stimulation.

“Oh… Oh God,” I moaned louder than before as the tremor worked through me again. He dragged his tongue along my jawline, then traced my lips. I opened instantly for him, and he plunged into my mouth, his hand right back on my throat, his hold not as tight this time as we kissed. But kissing was so tame for what was happening right now.

“I want to fuck you so badly right now,” he groaned and kissed me harder, moving his tongue in and out of my mouth like I wanted him to do between my thighs. “Christ. I want you so sore that when you sit down, all you can feel is me.” He cupped either side of my face as he deepened the kiss, and I met his tongue with mine, moving against his, letting myself go. “I want all of you.” His words were so muffled against my mouth that I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly.

He’d sounded so sure. So possessive.

He stroked his tongue over my lips for only a second before delving back into my mouth over and over, back and forth, driving my need so high I’d be touching the clouds.

Enzo broke the kiss and started moving his mouth down my neck, stopping at my pulse point, and nipped and sucked at the spot below my ear. I let my head fall back against the wall again, my hands still between us and on his chest.

“I want it all. God help us both, but I can’t stop. I won’t.” He scraped his teeth along my skin where my neck and shoulder met, and I knew he’d leave a mark. I wanted that, a small mark of ownership from Enzo.

I felt this surge move through me and found myself tunneling my fingers in his hair, keeping him at my throat, never wanting him to stop. He hissed out and lifted his head so we were eye level, my fingers tangling in the short dark strands, the desire on his face harsh enough I gasped from it.

I tugged at the strands harder, his nostrils flaring, his eyes growing even more hooded. “Sweet Bianca,” he whispered, but it wasn’t soft or sweet. There wasn’t any of that in Enzo. I knew that without a doubt. He leaned in fractionally and gave me a very wolf-like grin. “You’re mine.”

Staring into the darkness that was Enzo told me I was already in too deep. I was already lost.

And I didn't want to be found.

7

Enzo

I wondered how Bianca would sound when—not if—I licked her pussy. I’d gotten a glimpse a couple days ago with that intense, heated kiss we shared, with the way she moaned and pressed her luscious body against mine as if she were dying to get naked.

I wondered if she’d reach out and spear her hands in my hair, keeping my face buried right between her thighs. I’d be sure to make her come twice before I allowed myself to be buried balls-deep inside her.

“How do you want to handle the traitor, Capo?”

Leonardo’s voice pierced through my thoughts, pulling me out of my mind and my filthy thoughts concerning Bianca. I was completely consumed by her. Ever since I dropped her off two nights before, she’d been a constant on my mind.

I wasn’t a man who grew attached to people or things. You couldn’t be when you were in my field of work. But ever since that first moment I saw her over a month ago, I’d been completely obsessed, shamelessly so.

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.