The Mafia's Virgin Nanny

“I’m returning those clothes. I can’t afford them.”

“You return those clothes and I’ll chain you to my bed and spank your ass.”

“You’d beat me?”

“No, not a chance. I’d never put a bruise on that skin. First, I’d get you so hot for me. Your pussy would be dripping for me and only for me. I’d get you ready to take my dick. To fuck you. When I slapped your ass, giving you the spanking you deserve, you’d be ready for it, baby. You’d be ready for me to fuck you, to take you so hard that you were screaming for me to not stop.”

Her eyes had dilated, and she pressed her thighs together. Her body begged for it.

“You say a lot of dirty things.”

“And you love it, Tessa. You can deny it if you want, but your body, it wants to be fucked. It screams for my cock.”

“So, all you want to do is fuck me?” she asked.

Her cheeks were so pretty being bright red.

“Look at you, saying naughty words. I want to drive my cock inside you, feel you come all over it. Those lips, I want them wrapped around me when I take you, fucking your throat. I can’t wait to suck on those tits as you ride my dick. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

“We shouldn’t—”

“Why not? Tell me, Tessa, you’ve not thought about it? You’ve not thought about me being inside you. About being fucked. About taking my cock.” He saw the answer was she had. She’d thought about him a whole lot. He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll never take what you’re not willing to give.”

The waiter brought over their menus at his signal.

He knew how to work with her kind of need.

Chapter Six

The meal was perfect, as Tessa had no doubt it would be. Alonzo was known for his perfectionist side. He loved a good meal, and she’d listened to Louise talk about his appetite many times in the kitchen.

On the way home, there was a tension in the car. She didn’t know what caused it. She kept glancing up at him, and his gaze would follow her everywhere.

Biting her lip, she tried not to smile, not to give in to the need to have him so close to her.

Everything he said at the restaurant had only served to turn her on more. She didn’t know it was possible to feel this needy, this desperate, this hungry for him.

Pushing some hair out of her face, she tried to think of something else. Only, the hands that rested on his thighs kept drawing her attention in the reflection of the mirror.

They were large hands, and the way they felt on her body last night had been sheer perfection.

Cole and Demetri sat up front once again, and it kept her from speaking aloud. She wanted to ask him so many questions, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to say a single one.

Alonzo pulled her close, his lips against her ear.

“Do you think I can’t see what you’re thinking about? What you want? I see you staring at me, and you want me, don’t you?”

She nodded her head.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

Even as she was scared, she didn’t want to wait anymore. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Good. Because I want you.”

He took hold of her hand, locking their fingers together. Her heart raced, and she didn’t pull away.

The drive seemed to take forever.

When they finally pulled up to the driveway, Alonzo opened the door the minute the car stopped. He didn’t let go of her hand, or stop to speak to anyone else. He kept hold of her hand, leading her into their home and straight up the stairs.

The soldiers saw her, and she passed Michele on the stairwell, hanging off another man. The glare she got chilled her to the core, but she ignored it.

Alonzo walked her to his quarters.

Jessica had pointed them out to her and warned her to never enter.

Within seconds she was inside. The door closed, and she pressed up against it.

“You’re mine now, Tessa. Coming with me like this, telling me you want me, there’s no backing out. Once I take you, you’ll be mine. You’ll be bound to me.”

“I thought I already was.” He’d taken her in, cared for her.

He pushed the jacket from her shoulders, followed by her shirt.

She reached out for him, attacking his buttons. Alonzo swatted her hand out of the way as she pulled it up over his head, exposing his body to her gaze.

Covered in ink, every single part of him was rock-hard. Unable to resist, she reached out, running her hands up his chest to circle his neck.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to feel your hands on me.”

In swift, easy moves, he had her completely naked, and he swung her up in his arms, carrying her through his main sitting room, going to his bedroom.