Married to the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 1)

“Wife, don’t tease me right now. You’ve had a rough day, and I’m too worked up. I’ll end up fucking you to the mattress all night long.”

“I need you, Domani. I need a reminder that we’re meant to be together.” I’m on her, giving her purchase as I claim her mouth in a fierce kiss that I’ve been waiting for all day. I pull off just enough to let her breathe, skimming my lips along her face, creeping down her neck and back up.

“Domani,” she sighs. The sound hits my soul, deeply calling to every part of me. I slip my fingers into her hair, tugging her head back so that I can lick her neck.

“Who do you belong to, Aria?”

“You. You are the only person I’ve ever wanted.”

“Good.” I tug on her tie, opening her robe. Her nipples stiffen as I graze the soft cotton across her pebbled skin. My eyes linger over her body—perfect, gorgeous, and all just for me. “These are all mine,” I breathe out, sliding my tongue over her sexy breasts, sucking on her plump curves. Soon they’ll be full of milk to feed our sons. She shivers as I swipe along her hard nipples. I bite down lightly so I can hear her moans. Every sound is breathy, need shooting from her lips. I slide one hand over her soft skin and along her silky curls, only stopping when my fingers find their target. Pumping one finger into her soaked core, I love how wet she is. “Do you want to come for me? Only me?”

“Always you. Only you.” I pull my fingers from her cunt and slip them into my mouth without taking my eyes from her. “You taste so good, but I have to be in you or I’ll lose my mind.”

“Take me. I need to feel you deep inside. Please Domani.”

“You never have to beg.” I stand and strip out of my clothes as fast as humanly possible and then position myself at her entrance. With another deep kiss, I slam inside of her tight hole, claiming my wife all over again. She’s gonna need—better yet, I’m gonna need—to be reminded daily that she belongs to me.

Running my hands up and down her soft, smooth skin, I bend my head breathe in the smell of my wife, loving the way her body begins to heat up. “You’re mine, Aria. You have always been mine.”

“I have and will always be yours,” she says, tugging her hands through my hair and bringing my face to hers for a deep, soul penetrating kiss. I lift one leg up, wrapping it around my waist as I turn her slightly on an angle, driving into her intensifying my thrusts with every whimper and moan.

“Fuck, Dom, I’m coming,” she screams out and I let go as well, jetting my load into her womb.

I flip us around so that she’s resting on top of me. Brushing her hair out of her face, I kiss her lips and say, “I love you so much, Aria.”

“My love for you has been years in the making, Domani.” She tells me about the day they headed to the wedding. Had I known, I would have gone with her and then fucking killed Peter a long time ago with my bare hands.

We roll around as I piston in and out of her, fucking all night long, coming repeatedly until we’re unable to move.

Epilogue

Domani

“What the fuck do you mean you have a witness? Get rid of them,” I shout at Nero as if he’s not aware of how we operate.

“I thought we didn’t hurt innocents?” Nero never even bothers to ask questions; something has to be up.

He’s in the middle of a shitty subdivision in the southwest suburbs. The area has gone from an expensive neighborhood to a fucking cesspool in a matter of a decade. “Since when is there an innocent in that area?”

“She’s a sales rep from a solar company.” A she. Fuck, that’s even worse. If it was some asshole that I could tempt or scare into keeping quiet, that would be better, but an innocent woman is another story all together.

“Solar company?” I tap my pen on my desk, wondering who would go into that area to install solar panels. That shit better be insured because it’ll be plucked off of roofs and sold in a heartbeat to another company.

“Yeah, authentic and everything. She’s going door-to-door and shit, like it’s fucking safe,” he snarls as if he’s pissed about her type of employment. Is there more to this?

“Damn it. What’s really going on, Nero? I get you don’t want to hurt her, but we can’t do nothing.”

“We can’t hurt her,” he roars, making me laugh. Yep. My guy, my second-in-command, has the same problem I had: falling for a woman he couldn’t have. “Wait, Dom. I have a plan, but you’re not going to like it.”