Driving the Mob (Steamy Standalone Instalove)

The business with Cillian has left a sour taste in my mouth. We arranged for our contacts in the neighborhood to monitor their corners and stop all child-based drug dealing, and we also contacted our friends in law enforcement to let them know what’s happening.

Juan is fucking crazy if he thinks he can start a drug empire in this city.

But right now I don’t care about any of that, which says a damn lot.

Before this perfect woman came along, I could never let work go, even when I knew it would be better for me in the long run, even when I knew forgetting about work for a while would make me more effective when I returned to it.

“Yes,” I growl, devouring that perfect gorgeously thick body with my eyes. “It’s the best view a man could ask for.”

She turns to me, her lips pouted, as though a part of her knows I’m not talking about the city but she can’t let herself believe me.

Can she really have any doubt now, after what I said to her in the car?

Maybe she feels awkward. Maybe she doesn’t want to betray her father.

I should remember Henry.

But I can’t, not when we’re alone, not when my cock is metal hard in my pants, the tension at my base making clear thought impossible.

“Are we going to talk about what I said in the car?” I say, my smirk widening across my face when she averts her gaze, biting her lip in that perfect way she has.

It’s like she designs her every gesture, her every breath to drive me as crazy as she possibly can, and yet I know she’s not doing it on purpose. She’s not like the socialites and the underworld women who have tried to attract me ever since I took the mob crown.

She doesn’t know how beautiful she is, and that just drives me even crazier.

Her eyes brim with hope, with prey-like fear, driving the need for me to claim her like the predator I am even deeper into my body.

I try to remember her father, my best friend, as I walk across my large office and stop bare inches from her.

But I can’t.

All that exists is the scent of her as if her womb is throwing a tangy juicy scent in the air to send me a clear message.

I need to impregnate her.

She has a body perfect for grabbing and fucking, for driving my massive cock in deeper and deeper, squeezing onto her childbearing hips as I possessively pummel my seed inside of her.

She was made for it, and yet she gazes up at me with those wide nervous eyes like she thinks I’m playing a trick on her.

“Well?” I snarl.

“I thought…” She drops her gaze with a sigh. “I guess I don’t know what I thought. Maybe I thought I was going crazy.”

“You didn’t hallucinate it,” I snap, wanting to find every bastard who’s ever contributed to my woman’s low self-esteem and pummel them into the dirt. “I said it. I meant it. You’re beautiful and talented and sexy as fuck.”

“Sexy?” she snaps right back, fire flooding into her expression. “What the heck are you trying to accomplish here, Murphy? Why the hell would you call me sexy?”

I step even closer, my manhood so close I could drive my hips forward and press it against her. But I know if I did that something would shatter in me, my resolve crumbling away, and I’d savagely bend her over the desk before she had a chance to process what I’m telling her.

“Because you fucking are,” I snarl, my voice hovering in the air. “I’ve tried to fight it, Molly. Ever since you became my driver, I’ve been trying to push away these desires. I know it’s wrong. I know I should think about Henry, but I can’t. I just… I need to touch you, to feel you, to taste you.”

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, with an enticing moan in her voice. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You really mean it?”

“Let me show you how fucking serious I am.”

I grab her hips and yank her close to me, groaning when I feel her flesh pressing against my manhood.

I lean down and catch her mid-gasp with a kiss, pushing myself firmly against her, growling through the close contact of our lips. She stiffens for a moment, and I wonder if I’ve got it wrong… if she doesn’t want this as badly as I do.

But then she softens and her mouth opens, our tongues magnetizing to each other, driven by the forces deep inside our bodies. My seed and her womb force us closer together, as I wrap my arms around her and squeeze onto her ass cheeks.

Fuck… they’re even juicier and fuller than I dreamed.

I squeeze them hard, eliciting a gasping stifled moan as we kiss harder, closer, the base of my cock tightening.