Bred by the Mafia Monster

So far, he couldn’t help but not be cautious with the information he’d been given. Jimmy had never steered him wrong, however, there hadn’t been a single attack in the past few days. Not since he’d learned of it. No unsuspecting tails, nor any suspicious activity at his place or his father’s. He’d even done several checks on his businesses, and again, all normal.

There was nothing to suggest there was going to be an attack, which made next to no sense to him.

Jimmy never fucked up. He was loyal to him. Often overlooked, and no one paid any attention to him, which was why he was able to get so much information without any notice.

Klaus ran a hand down his face. There was no way it was a setup, and he wouldn’t allow his soldiers to back off. The moment he did, the attack would happen.

“Are you sure you want to go?” Klaus asked as she came downstairs in a beautiful floral white wrap gown.

For a few seconds, he was blown away by the sheer beauty of her. Her hair was pinned up atop her head, and with no makeup, she looked like a fucking angel.

“We’re going to go.”

“I can see the toll this stress is already taking. I don’t want to add to it, and he’s only going to upset you,” he said.

She reached out to cup his cheek. “I don’t care.”

He took her hand, kissing her knuckles. “You’re too kind for your own good. Don’t let him get to you. We’ve come too far.” His gaze ran down her body and he saw her cheeks heat. They had come way too far for her to let anything get to them.

Each night, he spent a lot of time standing with her in front of the mirror, getting her to see what he did. The beauty, the sexiness. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, so most of the lessons were spent with him trying to show a certain amount of control. He simply didn’t have any.

When it came to Isabella, the moment she got naked, he had to be inside her, and now that he’d claimed her ass, he’d come to see she was rather partial to being fucked there.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Pressing his lips against hers, he claimed a kiss before trailing down to her neck and biting down. “I want you to think of me all night. Think of me spreading your thighs wide and licking your pussy. I’m going to want you to come all over my face and not keep in any screams.” He trailed his lips down to the edge of her wrap, tracing his tongue against her full breast.

Tugging on the tie that kept the dress together, he let it fall open and admired the floral pink of her underwear. The sheer lace did nothing to hide her precious tits with her dark areolae and nipples. He cupped her pussy as he took one beaded nipple into his mouth through the lace.

Her moans filled the air. He wreaked havoc on her body, each touch heightening her need for him. He slid his fingers beneath her panties and touched her clit. He pinched the swollen bud until she cried out.

Just as quickly as he tortured her body for pleasure, giving her a tease of what was to come, he pulled away. He kissed the tip of her nose after he finished and she released a growl.

“That wasn’t fair,” she said.

He put her dress back into place and smiled, smoothing it down. “All through dinner, I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you when I get you home.”

“Why don’t we skip dinner and stay in?”

“And be rude? I wouldn’t dream of it.” He lifted her chin with a finger. “I’m going to be thinking about how good your pussy is going to taste as you ride my face. Later tonight, after I’ve filled your cunt with my spunk, I’m going to take your ass again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Please, Klaus.”

“First, you need to be a good girl for me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so mean.”

“And you love it.” He kissed her lips, but it was chaste.

She licked her lips as he pulled away. Maybe tonight he’d have her on her knees.

He took her hand and led her out of the house, toward the waiting car. Before he climbed inside, he glanced over at his men. All of them were in position. They were on high alert for an attack. Normally when this happened, they had already felt the sting. Attacks and hits weren’t a waiting game, not when the warning had been given. Klaus wasn’t entirely sure what Lastra was waiting for. He’d even started to leave himself appearing vulnerable and yet, nothing.