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.
8
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.
And although I should’ve been afraid, cautious of Enzo and what he stood for, I wasn’t. God help me, but I wasn’t.
I felt someone watching me and turned my attention to Stephan, one of the young interns at Seeking Curves, staring in my direction. He’d only been interning for the last month or so, but he always seemed to have his nose all up in other people's business… and his eyes locked on anyone who was female. The fact that he didn’t even attempt to be discreet in his leering of the opposite sex was unsettling and disgusting.
Stephan perked up when he saw me look at him, as if me just glancing in his direction was some kind of opening he’d been waiting for. He stood up and came over to me, and I stifled the internal groan that rose up.
He smoothed his hands down his pressed light-pink Ralph Lauren shirt, his grin blinding. He looked like he could be classified as one of those prep school guys, the kind who had most likely been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The kind who got things handed to him because of who his mommy and daddy were and didn’t hear “no” very often.