Owned (Dellucci Mafia Duet)

With this, I may be able to find Claudio.

When our lips unlatch, her eyes sparkle with enthusiasm and pride. Without her help, I probably would’ve never found a clue.

“Thank you,” I say.

“You’re welcome.” A filthy smirk is on her face like she’s savoring the moment of me owing her gratitude. And I don’t blame her. I’ve treated her like shit, yelled at her, made her run, all because my needs were more important than hers.

But I realize now that she may be more to me than someone I can fuck, someone I can kiss, someone my heart wants to own. Maybe she could be more to this family than I anticipated. More than I ever dreamed of having again.

She moves away again, but I hold her hand while plucking my phone from my pocket. “Don’t go.”

I quickly ring my next lieutenant. “I’ve got a location. I want you to interrogate a kid.”

“A kid?”

“It’s a spy. I’ll text you the address. Don’t let him run.”

I exit the call and immediately text the address, leaving no time wasted. It’s paramount they get there fast. The kid could already be gone by now. The footage is already minutes old, so he could have already bolted.

Still, this is the best chance we’ve got. And it’s all thanks to this Kitten of mine who saw something no one else did.

“Come here,” I say as I pull her close until she falls onto my lap.

Her little skirt bounces up and down, revealing an inch of her panties, and it makes my cock twitch in my pants. God, why does she have to be so fucking attractive all the fucking time? It’s like she put this on specifically for me to notice. And I can’t say I mind.

“I thought you wanted to go out there and find him?” she says.

I pet her back with the palm of my hand, secretly eyeing her bare-skinned thighs, wishing I could take a bite. “I do, but as much as I want to be out there in the field, it is safer for me to stay here and let my men do the dirty work. I can’t let Claudio’s sacrifice be in vain.”

She leans into my hand, almost as if she’s searching for more attention, more validation that she does own my heart. So I grab her chin and make her lean down, pressing a sweet, succulent kiss onto her lips that seals the deal.

“I don’t just want to stay alive for the family, Kitten …” I murmur under a thick, lusty breath. “I want to stay alive for you.”

Harper

My heart skips a beat when he says those words.

He wants to stay alive for me.

It’s not just an admission of the fact that I’m important to him … but also that he’s important to me. And even though I know in my heart, in my head, I don’t want to lose him, I still can’t say it out loud.

I can’t say out loud that I need him.

Instead, I press a soft, delicate kiss to the side of his lips while under his watchful gaze. A fire rages in his eyes as he’s tormented by his duty, his obligation to his men, while simultaneously acknowledging how powerful and important he is. No one can lose him. Not even me. And it eats away at him slowly, causing him unbearable anger. I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it from his tented pants, his cock straining with untamed lust. Like a frenzy he wants to release so badly but refuses to let go.

So I lower myself down from his lap until my knees hit the floor. My hands glide up his lap to his zipper, which I slide down slowly as I gaze into his eyes. He doesn’t look away. Not even as I open his belt and pop down his button along with his boxer shorts. His hard dick springs out immediately, capturing my attention.

My mouth waters at the sight.

I lick my lips and settle between his legs, but he grabs my face. “You don’t have to, Kitten.”

With a smirk, I touch the tip with my tongue. “But I want to.”

When I sink down over his head, he groans with delight and stops protesting. It’s easy to persuade a man when his cock is in your mouth.

My tongue swivels back and forth across the head, applying ample spit to lubricate it as I dip down lower and lower. My pussy gets wetter by the second, spurred on by the feel of his cock against the roof of my mouth. His head tilts back as he moans, his thighs clenching from the lust building up inside him. And the way his cock bounces in my mouth makes me feel powerful.

I could bring this man, this mobster who rules a whole Mafia family, to his knees if I wanted to. I hold his very fucking heart in my hand. And something about that is just pure ecstasy to my wicked soul.