Falling for the Killer: A Dark Possessive Mafia Romance by B.B Hamel (simple ebook reader TXT) 📕

“I’m not trying to distract you,” he said. “You look too good right now to keep my hands to myself. And I think you need to relax a little.”

I groaned as he released me with one hand and let it slip down between my legs. “Sex doesn’t solve anything.”

“Maybe not,” he said and bit my earlobe. “But you taste good and I’m hard. So I think I might as well enjoy you while I have you.”

His fingers felt like magic as they slid around my clit. I bit his shoulder and gasped, suddenly aware that we were outside, that there were neighbors in the houses all around, that any of them could look out their window and see Gian handling me, teasing me, making me feel good—

If this happened weeks ago, I would’ve stopped it. I would’ve pushed him away and slapped his face and marched back inside. The idea of giving away my modesty, of letting someone touch me and make me feel good in a semi-public space would’ve enraged me. And yet now, all it did was make me wild for him, like I was breaking all the rules.

I wanted to talk about the future. I wanted to be that girl still. But as soon as his hands were on my body, cupping my breasts, finger rolling along my clit, I knew I couldn’t stop it. He turned me around, pressed me against the tree, the rough bark almost painful on my skin, and I felt him slide his cock deep between my legs. I gasped in pain and pleasure and he took me there, leaning over me, one hand in my hair while the other rubbed my clit as he fucked me.

“You want to worry,” he whispered, “but I’m not going to worry with you. So long as we’re together, I can’t be bothered about the future. You’ll have my baby and I’ll have you both.”

“It’s not that simple,” I said and gasped as he hit me in just the right spot. My back arched and my fingers dug into the bark of the tree as he kept going, grinding deeper and faster, my pussy slick with need for him, and pleasure burst in little glowing sparkles along my spine.

“It’s that simple for me,” he said. “This pussy, this delicious body, your little lips wrapped around my shaft, sucking my cock nice and greedy for me, that’s all I need. That’s all the future I need.”

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, as he moved faster, pushing deeper, deeper, driving me wild as my back arched in ecstasy. I should’ve been quiet, I should’ve been modest, I should’ve done a thousand different things, but instead I moaned his name and came on his thick cock, I came hard and fast and wild right there in his back yard where any of the neighbors could’ve heard me, and I didn’t care, none of it mattered, the future was nothing and there was only him, Gian inside of me.

We’d take care of the baby somehow. I’d make sure of it. But god, in the meantime, I’d let myself feel good for once.

He growled his pleasure as I finished. I turned and dropped to my knees. If he wanted his cock in my mouth, I’d give that to him. I sucked my pussy from his shaft, licked him clean then took him between my lips. It was filthy, something I’d never done before, but he growled his pleasure as I went faster, faster, and he came deep onto my tongue.

When I finished, I licked him clean, and he pulled me to my feet. The rich aristocratic boys I grew up with would’ve been done with me then—but Gian kissed me, held me tight, and made me feel good.

“So much for the future,” I whispered.

He laughed softly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of you, if that’s what you want.”

For some insane reason, I believed him.

16

Gian

My crew gathered at a strip club called Lucy’s Darlings deep in the heart of my territory. It was four in the afternoon and the club was closed until six, and the guys sat in the chairs, laughing with each other, drinking whiskey and gin and beer. Ash sat on the edge of the stage watching them, kicking her legs a little, her cheeks still flushed from the nice morning workout I gave her. I leaned next to her and put a hand on her knee.

“What do you think?” I asked her softly.

She shrugged a little. “Lots of guys,” she said.

“They’re a rough bunch,” I said, glancing out at where Tomaso and Stefano sat with Ricky and Aaron. “But they’re a good group.”

“Why’d you call them all here?” she asked, frowning slightly with worry.

“Let’s find out,” I said, winked a little, and turned to face the guys. “Listen up, assholes,” I shouted over the general murmur.

A few of the guys looked over. Stefano banged his beer bottle on his table. “Boss is talking, you ungrateful cock-sucking donkey fuckers,” he shouted. “So shut your syphilis-ridden herpes holes.” He nodded once silence descended and gestured toward me. “All you, boss.”

“Thank you, Stefano,” I said, “for that very eloquent introduction.” A few of the guys laughed as I paced across the room in front of them. I was keenly aware of Ash’s eyes following me. She didn’t realize it, but I rarely called the full crew together like this. We almost always had a bunch of different things going on throughout the day—deals, trades, fights, rackets, whatever. I could rarely afford to pull every single guy in for a meeting.

And yet this was important. I faced them again, drawing myself up to my full height.

“The reason for this meeting is simple,” I said, staring at them one at a time. “The Healy family tried to kill me the other day. They’re currently backed by some rich motherfucker, and that little shit has it out for me and Ash. I’ve tried