Captured by the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 2)

“No. I promise to be good,” she pants, but I can feel the smile spread along her face.

“Liar,” I growl in her ear, gripping her throat as I fuck her in a staccato rhythm, driving in hard and pulling out slow, repeating it until her walls flex, clenching around my thickness. I never hurt her, but she loves it rough.

“I promise.”

“Tell me you’re gonna do what I tell you.”

“Always.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me nut in you. You want that. You want my cum deep in your womb, claiming it for my own, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Come inside of me.”

“I should come in your pretty ass for your little lies, but I don’t have time to prepare you. Maybe I should lock you in this room so you’ll behave.”

“I’ll behave. Please. Oh, fuck, Nero. I love you,” she cries out, coming on my length.

I let out a roar and then grunt as I shoot my load. Tipping her chin, I tilt her head and kiss her lips. “I love you, my wife, my heart and soul, and my captive for the rest of our days.” Keeping our bodies pressed firmly against each other, I hug her from behind as I rest on my heels.

“I can’t wait for you to come home, and you haven’t even left.”

“I’ll send Aria and Gloria over.”

“Yay. Okay. You can go now.”

“Keep it up, and I might tie your ass up to make sure you are really needy for me when I get home.” I kiss her and slide out of her depths, turning her to lie on her back and relax as I hurry and wash my ass before she stops me again. God, I’m loving life.

Epilogue

Mariana

Ten years later…

Not much has changed since I’ve become Mrs. Nero Bianchi, except that we have a whole army of boys: seven little men who are eager to run and roughhouse all day. This is the last pregnancy for me. I’ve already told Nero that. I don’t even care if I have a girl or not, because we’re not trying again. Nope. I will fuck that man all day and night, but one of us is getting fixed. My business can’t handle another one of these little ones popping out.

I’m in the middle of cleaning up the house before we head out for the day.

“Mama, are we playing in Zia Aria’s pool today?” my oldest asks. Our pool is being fixed after the motor broke, leaving the pool a disgusting mess in a matter of a day. Of course, we have limited warm days in Chicago, so it sucks when things like this happen. Luckily, Aria and Dom live down the road, so we can take advantage of these blisteringly hot days.

“Yes. I’ve packed your things. We’re going to have a barbeque there.”

“Ooh. Does that mean you’re going to be making that sweet salad?”

“It’s already made, Junior. You know your father.” All of my boys take after him and have a sweet tooth that almost seems endless, although they understand that they have to eat all their vegetables first. Thankfully, they love them too.

I look at my oldest and see his daddy in him so much. Signora Bianchi showed me pictures of a young Nero, and Junior looks just like him, lanky and dark from playing in the sun.

“There you are. I’ve loaded the vehicle. Are we ready?” Nero says, taking my hand and pulling me into his arms for a sweeping kiss.

Once he finally releases me, I answer, “Where are the rest of the boys?”

“In the car. Tony’s already taken half our little army over there. I’m just waiting for you two.” I continue to pack the last of the stuff we need. I go to carry it and Nero scowls, snatching it off the counter before I can lift up.

“How come I was the last to know about the trip?” Junior huffs, crossing his arms. Being the oldest, he wants to be the lead and in the know on everything.

“Because you were busy sleeping in the library, just like your mama. Now come on, I have your swim trunks packed.” Nero bends his finger, wagging it as he summons me to his side. His hand slips under my long swimming cover-up, opening it just partially. His eyes rake up and down my body, sending shivers through me. “Now—you are so damn beautiful, and you’re lucky that it’s gonna be just our family because that swimsuit could end a lot of men’s lives today.”

“You’re nuts. I’ve gained weight again, and my belly is starting to show. It looks like I’ve had too much pasta.”

“You’ll always be sexy to me, and I will always be a possessive man, hoping you never escape.”