Owned by the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 3)

A wave of doubt passes through me, but her reassurance is all I need. I haven’t told her the truth, but I’m hoping she’ll believe me.

“I need you, Nico. Please don’t stop.”

Forgetting all my rules and common sense, I strip us both naked, aching to kiss her body from head to toe. Slinking my way down, I stop right between her thighs, nestling my shoulders and stretching her legs apart. I’ve wanted my meal, and now I’m feasting. My hands skim up her thighs, learning the way she responds from the lightest of touches to a firm grasp on each. Ivy’s moans and sighs intensify with every passing second. I press my nose to her core and breathe her in before my tongue slices up her slit. Her sticky sweetness hits my tastebuds, and I crave more. She’s like a fine wine made just for me. I dip my finger into her core, which is extremely tight. Ivy cries out as I pump one digit inside; slowly I add a second while sucking on her little nub that peeks out at me.

“Oh my goodness. I’m…I think I’m…wow.” Her words are lost as she shouts my name. I lick up her release, needing to get inside her before I nut all over myself. Climbing up her body, kissing a path to her throat, I line up my cock at her entrance, praying I don’t hurt her too much.

“Niccolò, there’s something I need to tell you.” I think she’s about to tell me what I swear I can feel. That tiny membrane that my finger lightly grazed leaves us on equal footing and sends the caveman in me into overdrive.

“Anything.”

“It’s just…it’s hard to say.”

“Then I’ll make a confession first.” I kiss her lips and then whisper, “I’m a virgin, Ivy. I’ve saved myself for you.”

“What?”

“That’s not possible. You’re in your late twenties.”

“Twenty-six to be exact, and I’m not the only one. It’s kind of a family thing. We wait for our queens, and you’re mine.”

“I thought you owned me?”

“And you own me.” She pulls my face down to hers, kissing me while wrapping her legs around my waist, and my cock pushes through her seam, tearing past that tiny barrier and making Ivy mine forever. She gasps, freezing in movement, squinting from the pain. “I’m sorry, my queen.”

“It’s my fault for practically shoving it in myself, but the pain is easing.”

“That’s really good because I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on. Damn, you’re so fucking warm and tight.”

“Niccolò, I’m not on birth control.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask. “Because that’s not going to stop me. The idea of your belly round with my baby would make me fucking happy as hell.” I kiss her neck, nipping on her skin, and then kiss her mouth as she rocks her hips up for more. “One last chance.”

“I’m yours.”

“Damn right. You most certainly are mine.” I flex my hips forward until my length is completely buried into her womb. Pleasure shoots up my spine as I try to slow the urge to come. “Sugar, you need to come for me because my inexperienced ass can’t hold back much longer.”

“Fuck me like you need to, Nico.” I increase my pace and intertwine our fingers until we both finally let go, orgasms tearing through us. Rolling onto my back with Ivy on my chest, I cradle her while I attempt to calm my racing heart.

“Goodnight, Niccolò,” Ivy says. Her voice trails off.

I press my lips to the crown of her head and whisper, “Goodnight, my love.”

Chapter Eight

Ivy

I stretch in bed without panicking because Niccolò kissed me goodbye as he left for the café so I could sleep in. Instead of protesting, I agreed because every muscle in my body feels thoroughly worked out. Once I finally glance over at the clock, it’s only eight, but I’m well rested. As much as he wants me to relax, I’m anxious to see him.

Quickly taking a shower, I towel dry my hair before putting it in a braid. It’s easy and can picture Niccolò grabbing hold of it as he fucks me.

“Dang, you need a cold shower,” I say to my reflection, giggling and walking into the bedroom to get dressed. Looking at the large array of clothes, I pick out a pair of yoga pants because I like the way my butt looks in them. A pretty top with a matching thin pink sweater, and a pair of flats make up the rest of the outfit. With a bit of makeup, I finally leave the bedroom.

I go around the condo and make sure everything is off and I have my phone and purse before I cut out. I’ll have to figure out the bus system from here. Maybe I should have done that earlier. “Oh well.”