Page 110 of Vows of a Mobster
Igot a message from Antonio that Mateo had an emergency and couldn’t make today’s meeting. Might as well, since I wanted to focus on finding the woman that was asking about Sullivans.
“The sooner you can get me that information, the better,” I told my brother. He would hack into the Registry of Motor Vehicles and obtain the name of the Jeep owner. I wanted to know why a stranger was asking around about my mother. I haven’t told anyone yet. No need to raise panic, unless necessary.
My phone beeped and I glanced at it. My first thought was,It’s a prank.
Marissa would never text me. She despised me, especially after the beating I had given her eldest brother. That look she gave me when Mateo carried Giovanni out of our warehouse. It was ingrained in my brain. I didn’t know it was her brother, not till the moment he called out to her.
“Sis, what are you doing here?”
Those words slashed my world. Until that moment, I hoped she would find a way to forgive me one day, even if we were from two opposing mafia fractions. But when her green eyes shifted to me, noting her brother’s blood on me, I knew it would never happen. If she could, she would have dealt me the final death blow.
In what seemed like slow motion, I opened the message.
*Meet me at nine tonight. Same place we had sex our first night.*
Nobody would know where that was. Only Marissa and I knew where, how, and what happened that night. My cock stirred at the memory. She was so damn young. I ran into her the night she turned eighteen at one of my family’s nightclubs. I was thirty-seven back then, too damn old for her. It was meant to be a dance, just an innocent dance with the forbidden fruit.
I ended up dancing with the woman of my dreams. The way her body moved against mine, flushed with mine; it was no wonder we disappeared after that one dance. We knew nothing about each other, except that our bodies fit perfectly and our first names.
Fuck, I couldn’t think about that right now. Otherwise, I’d have a hard-on till tonight. Because I fully intend to meet her tonight.
Forty
Daphne
My thighs brushed against each other with each step I took towards the back of the house, where the last empty bedroom was. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I didn’t have to look behind me to know Antonio was watching me, my every move. When I glanced at the long mirror in front of me, I got my confirmation. And his eyes were hungry on me.
Fuck it! I’m going for it.
I opened the door and stood at the doorway. I thought he would pass by me, our bodies brushing against each other, but he stopped and turned towards me. Whatever he was holding, dropped onto the ground with a thump. He blocked me by placing his arms on each side of me, not that I would ever run. I wanted him desperately. He leaned so close to me, I could inhale his spicy cologne.
“Are you wet for me, Daphne?” he whispered so low, I could barely hear him.
A moan left my lips, while my pussy throbbed with need. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle; I didn’t want him to be gentle. His mouth crashed against mine, demanding I let him in. I opened, welcoming his intrusion, our tongues clashing against each other.
He picked me up by grabbing my butt and shut the door behind us, then pushed my back against it. He ripped off my panties, while I fumbled with his belt.
“Are you sure?” He gave me one last chance to get out.
“Yes.”
He pulled my dress over my head, leaving me naked in front of him. And fuck, his dark eyes were burning with the desire I felt. There was no foreplay, no seduction. I didn’t need it; I was already his. He entered me hard, and I cried out his name, clinging to him.
“Fuck,” I screamed. He pressed his mouth on mine, swallowing my screams.
“Too hard?”
“No, harder,” I panted into his mouth.
My skin was burning. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine. I yanked it too hard and a ripping sound echoed in the room. I leaned over, kissing his chest, licking it, while he thrust into me.
I dug my nails into his back, urging him on. “More,” I demanded.
He pumped harder and faster into me, his thrusts powerful. He growled, as he murmured something I couldn’t grasp the meaning of.
“Oh my fucking God,” I moaned. “Yes. Oh, yes!”
My whole body exploded into a million pieces and extreme pleasure, unlike any before, consumed every inch of my body. He continued to pound harder into me, holding me tight, my pussy clenching around his cock. He growled loud, as his hot seed pumped into me and I saw stars.
