Model for the Mob (Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance)

She even smells like my woman, as though her womb is sending hungry signals through the pores of her skin.

My fingers twitch with the primal need to drag her back to the bed and throw her on her back, tearing off her pants and exposing her wet pussy.

I know she’s soaked too. I could tell when I grabbed onto her thick luscious thigh and she let out that captivating moan.

She wants it.

But she thinks this is a trick.

“I’m not playing games,” I snarl. “That’s why I defended you against that piece of shit. The second you walked onto that catwalk, fuck, Lucy… I don’t know what happened. It was like nothing I’d ever dreamed of. I knew I had to have you. I knew I’d die – I’d kill – before I let anyone else touch you.”

She looks at me over her shoulder, making my balls throb, my seed swell, and the hot animal urgency grind up the rock solid shaft of my manhood. My helm presses against my zipper, trying to break free and slip up those grab-me-hard thighs.

“What the heck is this?” she whimpers.

I can read her.

She wants to believe this is true.

She wants to believe I’m claiming her.

But she can’t let herself.

Maybe she’s been hurt in the past.

Whatever this is, it’s better than the alternative. It’s better than her not wanting it.

“It’s exactly what I say it is,” I growl, taking another step forward, so close to her now I could drive my engorged cock onto the fleshy landscape of her ass.

That ass…

I could spend countless hours with her bent over, sticking it out for me, palming it, grabbing it, spanking it so her young fresh skin turns a gorgeous shade of red. I could lose whole weeks on her ass.

She wheels on me, fieriness coming into her bright green eyes. I was too far away on the balcony to realize how stark and captivating her eyes are, glimmering emeralds, filled with suspicion and resentment… and need, the same need that flares brighter and brighter within me each moment.

“So you saw me and—what? And two seconds later you wanted to be with me forever and have children?”

I grab her by the shoulders and push her up against the glass. I don’t do it hard, but with enough firmness to let her know I own her, to let her feel the power she provokes in me.

The glass is bulletproof, solid, and I know it won’t shatter. It’d never risk my woman.

“Yes,” I snarl. “That’s exactly what fucking happened. And don’t try to act like you don’t want it, Lucy. I saw the way you were twitching when I grabbed that beautiful leg of yours. You’re as hungry for this as I am.”

Her eyes widen a fraction and then she lets out a peal of crazed laughter, her high-pitched voice shimmering in the air.

Sliding away from me, she paces back toward the bed, standing with her back to me.

“You need to stop doing that,” I snarl.

“Doing what?”

“Walking away from me. Turning your back. It’s disrespectful as fuck and it makes it damn hard not to spank those big round ass cheeks of yours. I’ve got half a mind to spank you raw right now for calling me a liar to my face.”

She makes a whimpering noise that goes right to the base of my manhood, making me harder. I thought that would be impossible, but somehow my body finds a way to engorge my throbbing massive length, even more, blood pumping hotly through me.

She turns to me, her eyes glimmering as though she’s going to burst into tears any second.

“Why are you saying this, Luca? I don’t understand.”

“Why are you so convinced I’m lying?” I demand.

I stride across the room and grab onto her hips, pulling her right up against me so she can’t escape this time. She lets out a breathy moan and it takes everything I have, every ounce of self-control, not to throw her onto the bed and maul her right here.

She needs to know first, really know how I feel about her.

“Answer me,” I snap.

“I’ve been bullied all my life,” she hisses, her voice cracking with tears. “In the orphanage, in high school… even members of the staff, adults who were supposed to know better bullied me. I’ve been tricked and called horrible names and I’m sick of it. I can’t risk it happening again. It hurts too much.”

“That isn’t what’s happening here,” I tell her firmly. “I’d never trick you, Lucy. I care about you too much for that.”

“How can you say that?” she whispers. “You don’t know me.”

“I can’t fucking explain it,” I growl. “This has never happened to me before. I stopped believing I’d ever find a woman, that I’d ever feel… feel anything. And then I saw you, and I knew. I can’t give you some goddamn equation about how or why I feel this way. But I do. And you need to stop questioning it. Because you belong to me now.”