Page 38 of Mated into the Mob

Was it? I didn’t know what I wanted, except last night I left home and headed to the club, the place I was certain where my kidnapper would be. Who did that?

Someone who wanted to be with him, that was who.

But I wrestled with being with him. We had nothing in common and his line of work was illegal. The mafia were involved with drugs and ruined people’s lives. And yet he loved his family, what remained of it. That counted.

I shivered. While I’d been grappling with him as a gangster, a person who inhabited the criminal underworld, he’d snuck up behind me. Well, maybe not snuck, but I was distracted. He should have given me a heads-up if he and his big dick were going to be so close.

And that led my thoughts back to his cock. Did he have anything on under the robe?

“Is it hot in here all of a sudden?”

“There, you did say it.”

The marble countertop was cool to the touch when I placed both hands on it. If left to themselves, my hands might hug Flint or hold his head still while I kissed him. Or worse, fondle his gigantic dick. I lay my cheek on the marble, relishing the hardness, but my brain conjured up other hard things, and top of the list was Flint’s enormous length.

“Did biting me inject me with anything?” Please say no.

“It’s just a sign to other shifters, like a wedding ring. You are still you.”

Goosebumps lowered my temperature a tad as they scampered over my skin while my dick engorged and slick streamed from my hole. Thank gods he couldn’t smell the slick,though I might have to live on this stool or carry it around stuck to my ass for a while if the slick had soaked through my jeans and left a telltale stain.

My poor overloaded brain scrambled to process everything I’d learned, and did he say he had a better sense of smell than humans? I couldn’t recall, and I wasn’t going to ask him. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the cool countertop and not the raging inferno inside me.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Flint was so close, his breath tickled the goosebumps on my skin. He must’ve been leaning over me.

“Not much.” That was a big fib.

“I thought you were hungry. Do you need a pillow instead?”

And we did a 360 and were back at starving and heat and cocks. Nope, the cocks never went away, or at least one of them. His. The image of his huge length was embedded in my brain.

“You could do something else, you know.”

“Like this?” He placed his lips at the nape of my neck, and I shrieked and my eyes shot open.

He and his lips weren’t playing fair, but I had to expect that with a mobster. “I wasn’t talking about your mouth or any other part of you.” Not his cock. I wasn’t thinking about it. I wasn’t. “Your job. You could go straight.”

“Tony, you’ve been watching too many cop shows from the 1950s. Or maybe cowboy movies. The mafia is part of me. Even if I left La Luna Noir, I’d still do mafia business.”

I had two questions before I let go. If he didn’t answer how I wanted, I’d find the stamina to leave. I had to.

“Do you kill people at random?”

“No.”

One down and one to go. “Do you kill… kids?” I could hardly get the word out.

“Fuck no! Never! You’ve got me all wrong.”

Okay. What was wrong was him turning my brain to mush and my dick hard as a rock. I didn’t know what I was doing, but my body told me I couldn’t turn back now. Once. Just one time. I repeated it in my head to convince myself.

He peppered kisses over my skin, and as his lips swept over my flesh, a longing took hold of me, shaking me and telling me to accept him for who he was. I wanted him, but logic told me I shouldn’t. He wasn’t right for me.

“You love your dad.” I was still making my list, though Flint was doing his best to confuse my yay and nay columns.

He pulled away and twisted the stool so I was facing him. There was no mistaking his eyes blazing with lust. They were fixed on me, their pupils dilated. His gaze was so intense, sweat formed on my upper lip, and I squirmed as slick surged from my hole. Flint’s flushed cheeks and his deep, husky breaths sent shivers up and down my spine.

“You… you wanna talk about my dad? Now?” He traced a finger along my jaw. I caught it and shoved it in my mouth, my tongue lapping and sucking it, and I savored the first taste of him.

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