Captured by the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 2)

“No. The day I make you mine, it’ll be in our bed.”

“I don’t want to be your prisoner anymore.”

“I’m never letting you go, Mariana.” Immediately those words shoot straight to my heart and crush all my hopes. I shove him away. Tears well up in my eyes, knowing I’m nothing more to him.

He wipes my tears and says, “Is it really so bad to be with me?”

“I can’t be your captive forever.”

“I’m your captive, Mariana. Whether you know it or not, you’re all I think about. I should have stayed on task that day and you wouldn’t have seen the ugly side of my life, but as I was driving around, I spotted you an hour earlier. All thoughts were on finding you instead of what Dom sent me to handle. I lost control of the situation because I wanted to hunt you down. I went about it the wrong way, but I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

“Then what are we doing?” I ask. I’m so confused.

“We’re gonna start all over. I’m Nero Bianchi, second-in-command of the Bianchi Family and all of its businesses. And you are, angel face?”

“I’m Mariana Conlon, I’m unemployed, and I obey every law.”

He smiles down at me and asks, “How about you have dinner with me tonight?”

“Really? Outside?” I’m bouncing in my chair at the idea of us being a real couple.

“Not just yet, but not because I don’t trust you, angel face. We’re having some problems, and it’s not safe.” Now that’s something I can understand given how we met.

“Can I cook dinner?” I ask.

“If you’d like, but I’d rather you relaxed. How about you finish your pancakes, and we spend the afternoon watching a movie and making out?”

“I’ve never done that before,” I confess, ducking my head with embarrassment.

He tips my chin with his fingers, and I meet his gaze. “That’s really good because I’d have to find all those little punks and fuck them up.” The look on his face is serious as hell.

“Can you give me a kiss now?” I ask, needing his sexy, talented mouth on mine, devouring me.

“I’ll give all the kisses you want.” His mouth is on mine, slipping his tongue past my lips, playing with mine. He pulls back just enough to attack my ear with his lips and teeth. “I’ll kiss you anywhere you want.”

“So on the sofa, the bed…”

“Brat. I meant I’m going to kiss your large, sexy breasts all the way down until I’m kissing your mound, licking and sucking on your pussy.” I shiver with need, closing my legs around his thighs.

“That sounds so good.”

With a growl, he kisses me again and says, “Too good. Eat your breakfast, and I’ll be nice and make you come.”

“It’s not nice to make me wait.”

“Who said anything about making you wait?” He lifts me off the chair, taking a seat there and sitting me on his lap so I’m facing my food. Nero’s fingers flick open the button on my shorts before deftly sliding his hand under my panties until he cups my kitten. I moan, rolling my hips to get more of his hand between my legs. “Eat before I do.”

“You want a bite?” I offer my fork with a piece of pancake on it.

“Of you. Now eat your food, or I’ll stop.”

“Please don’t,” I beg.

“Then be a good girl for me.” Every word from his mouth sends pleasure over my entire body. I don’t know how he expects me to eat this way, but I’ll do my best while he gives me his best.

“Yes, sir.” I take a bite and chew before he slips a finger through my wet lips.

“So sticky, and I bet it’s so damn sweet. I can’t wait to have your cunt on my tongue,” he whispers along the shell of my ear. He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and then takes a gentle nibble.

“Nero, oh my goodness.” I clench my legs together, nearly sliding off his body, searching for relief.

“Eat,” he commands.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Okay.” I take another bite while he strokes my clit, and pumps one finger into my soaked pussy. His other hand slips under my top and bra, cupping my tits and giving them a rough squeeze. With a pluck of my hardened nipple, I nearly buck off the seat as my orgasm hits me hard. Shaking and clenching around his finger, I hump his hand.

“There you go. Ride my fingers, rock that ass on my cock. I can’t wait to come inside your tight little pussy.” His gruff, deep voice gives me that little push to send me over the edge.

“Fuck, Nerrooo,” I stammer, riding the wave of my orgasm and using him to get me off.

“That’s it. Now. Finish your food.” He pulls his hand free, bringing it to his lips and sucking off all my juices. “Damn, I’m gonna need to have you on my tongue soon. Eat now, please.”