Matched to the Mafia (Seeking Curves)

Underbosses, captains, associates, and everyone else of importance in The Family would be in attendance. They’d pay their respects to the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with, the woman who would give me even more strength simply because she was by my side.

She was mine. And nothing would ever change that.

We’d moved in together a couple of months after she met my mother for the first time, and truthfully, I would have had her do it sooner if I hadn't been worried that the swiftness of my feelings and how permanent I wanted to make things would have terrified her. But when I suggested living together, she had absolutely zero hesitation. She launched herself into my arms and told me she’d expected me to ask her earlier.

That memory had a smile moving over my lips.

We lay there side by side in silence, our breathing once erratic but now calming. Over the last year, I found this happiness and pleasure that could only be because of Bianca. The fact that she accepted who I was and didn’t shy away, wasn’t afraid, told me she’d been made for me and the world I was in.

My life was gritty and sometimes ugly, and I’d always shield her from that as much as I could, but I knew there would be times when my life collided with the one I was creating with Bianca, and that terrified me. There wasn’t much in this world that could scare a man like me, a man who tortured and killed and felt nothing afterward, but to think of Bianca being caught in the crossfires of the mafia life could have brought me to my knees.

I pulled her impossibly closer, her body so lush and curvy… so fucking perfect.

“I’ll always protect you, even with my last breath. I’ll try to keep my darkness from the life we’re creating and growing together.”

She shifted on the bed, and I felt her looking at me, but I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts suddenly in turmoil at the very real fear that maybe I wasn't as strong as I had always been. Maybe I couldn’t protect her as much as I wanted to.

For the first time in my life, I feared I wasn't strong enough to keep my word to her. For the first time in my fucking life, I had a weakness.

I looked over at Bianca, her bright blue eyes hooded from our lovemaking. I let go of her hand and cupped the side of her face, stroking my thumb over her cheek, her skin still slightly damp from our exertion.

My enemies had always tried to find a way to hurt me, but aside from my mother and Paolo—the latter not so much as a weakness because he was just as brutal as I was—I’d never had a vulnerable aspect in my life.

“I’ll never let anyone take you from me.” I leaned in and kissed her, and she met me halfway, slanting her lips on mine, holding on to me as if she were just as desperate for me as I was for her.

“I’ll never let anyone take you from me,” she whispered against my mouth, and I couldn’t help but smile at the conviction in her voice.

I pulled her closer so half her body was sprawled over mine. My cock hardened again despite having come so fucking hard just moments before. I could tell her over and over again how much she meant to me, how much I cared for her, but right now, I needed to show her with my body. All night long.

I pulled her on top of me so Bianca straddled my waist.

“Again?” she asked huskily and lifted an eyebrow when she glanced down and saw how hard and thick my cock was, the length resting on my belly and moving a little past my navel.

“What can I say?” I murmured and ran my hands up her sides to cup her full breasts, moving my thumbs over her nipples until they hardened, and she gasped. I felt how wet her pussy was, a combination of my cum and her arousal, the juices smearing along my lower abdomen and driving my arousal even higher.

As I stared up at Bianca, watching as she reached between us to grab the thick rod of my cock, I felt a hard shudder move through me. She rose up and placed the tip at her entrance, then slowly sank down, her pussy stretching to accommodate me.

I groaned harshly, my hands gripping her waist as she sank fully down and rested on me.

“That’s it, bella,” I grunted, and when she rose up, then started to slide back down, I lifted my hips to impale her with my cock.

She let her head fall back and closed her eyes as she picked up her rhythm and started riding me, her body a work of fucking art as I stared at her.