Mafia Kings: Adriano: Dark Mafia Romance Series #2

I woke up next to her and immediately wondered, What the fuck have I done?

Bianca was sleeping on her side with her back to me. Her long hair spilled all over her bare shoulders and pillow, and I could see her arm moving as she breathed.

Memories of last night came flooding back to me.

The feel of her body…

Being inside her pussy…

The sound of her screaming…

I’d woken up with an erection, and it only got harder from there.

I could smell her, too. The scent of her sex mixed with the light perfume of her shampoo.

I wanted her.

I wanted to reach out and roll her over and ravish her –

But I knew that was a bad idea.

It had enraged me last night when Massimo said I’d been falling down on the job because of a smokin’ hot piece of ass.

But now, lying there next to her…

I wondered if maybe he’d been onto something.

And she was smokin’ hot.

Gorgeous.

Astounding curves…

Beautiful face…

Soulful eyes.

Yeah, her tits and ass were amazing –

But it was those eyes of hers that really got me.

The way she’d stared into mine when she came –

Until they rolled back in her head.

FUCK.

I’d been with a lot of women over the years –

No one for over six months, though. Not since my father had died.

After he was gone, my brothers and I scrambled to keep the business above water. There wasn’t time for anything else.

But I’d banged my fair share of beautiful women before that.

None of it compared to last night.

Not the way Bianca felt when I was inside her…

Not the sounds she made or the smell of her body…

Not the way she made me come harder than any woman ever.

But what unnerved me…

Was that I was catching feelings.

Not good.

Maybe it was how protective I felt towards her.

Maybe it was all the shit we’d been through together.

I wasn’t sure…

But what I did know was that I couldn’t fuck her again.

It irritated the hell out of me, but Massimo was right –

Bianca was clouding my judgment.

She was fucking up my brain…

Because all I could think of was being inside her and hearing her come again.

Jesus…

I got out of bed slowly, careful not to wake her.

My cock was rock-hard, but I ignored it. Snagged my pants off the chair in the corner.

I couldn’t find my underwear – they might still be under the covers – so I just abandoned them.

I didn’t want her to wake up and see me rooting around with a rock-hard cock, because she might reach out and touch it –

And I didn’t think I could say ‘no.’

So I just quietly opened the door and snuck out.

Once I was in the hallway, I pulled my pants on. Getting my cock inside them was a pain, but I pushed it off to the side and buttoned up the clasp.

I could still smell her on me – the sweet scent of her pussy –

And it was driving me insane.

But I wasn’t going back in there to take a shower. No way.

So I decided to drown out the smell by making a cup of espresso with the Dalla Corte Mina espresso machine in the kitchen.

There were two things I demanded in life: the best bourbon and the best coffee. If I had those, I could deal with just about anything else.

Once the espresso was brewed, I sat down with a cup and got my phone.

Shit –

It was after 11.

I never slept that late, ever –

But I guessed it was reasonable considering the circumstances.

Given that we’d been up until 4AM –

And that I’d probably fucked Bianca for another half hour after that –

And would’ve fucked her longer if I hadn’t been so exhausted.

Stop thinking about it, you idiot.

My phone was almost out of juice, so I plugged it into a charger we kept in the house and checked my messages.

Niccolo had left a string of texts around 5AM –

Right around the time I was fucking Bianca.

STOP IT.

I forced myself to concentrate on Niccolo’s texts.

Well, well.

Seems like you HALFWAY obeyed orders.

Massimo, Lars, and your men all got back safely.

And I see you’ve sent us a guest.

WONDERFUL.

I knew exactly how he meant that last part. Niccolo dictated his text messages rather than typing them, and I could almost hear the sarcasm in his words.

Keep us apprised of your plans.

Do NOT go tearing around Florence.

In fact, if I thought you would listen to me at all, I would tell you to get back here right away.

But I know you’ll just ignore me or go whining to Dario, so I’ll only say this:

I got angry about the ‘go whining to Dario’ part.

Me and Niccolo were going to have a few choice words when I got him alone.

That’s when I heard the shower start in the next room.

I froze as I realized what it meant.

She was naked in there…

Soaping up those gorgeous tits…

And her sweet little pussy.

She’d been completely bare downstairs.

A recent bikini wax or something.

I loved that.

I thought about going down on her –

How smooth she would be when I licked her –

FUCK –

STOP IT.

I was getting hard again, and it had just gone down.

I went into the bathroom off the main hall so I could take a piss before it became impossible.

While I was in there, I brushed my teeth. We kept a supply of toothbrushes and toothpaste in all the bathrooms. You never knew how many people you’d need to sock away in a safe house.

After I finished, I went back into the kitchen.

The shower had stopped –

But I blocked out all images of Bianca toweling off her naked body and returned to reading Niccolo’s messages.

But I know you’ll just ignore me or go whining to Dario, so I’ll only say this:

Find out whatever you can about who’s behind it, but don’t engage them.

When you find out more, let me know immediately.

We’ll figure out what to do when you have more info.

Let me know if you need any supplies.

‘Supplies’ meant cars, guns, and cash. I had enough of all of them at the moment.

Text me when you’re up.

Then there was a new message that had come in about two hours ago:

Seriously? How late are you going to sleep?

Then an hour ago:

?

And 30 minutes ago:

?????????

I saw that he’d called as well, but hadn’t left a voicemail.

I was thinking about whether I should text him or call him – so he could hear me cussing him out –

When I heard footsteps.

I looked up –

And time froze.

Bianca was standing there, looking more beautiful than ever.

Her hair was wet and wavy as it fell around her perfect face.

I’ll say it again: some women are more beautiful without makeup, and she was definitely one of them.

Her cheeks were flushed from the shower, and the morning sun lit up her skin and made it seem like she was glowing.

Her big brown eyes shone with warmth, and her body…

God DAMN, her body.

She was wearing a tight little t-shirt and no bra.

Her full, firm tits were perfection, with just a hint of nipple pressing against the cloth.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Her waist was tiny and her hips were wide, just like I preferred.

Even the sweatpants were hot.

She looked like the ‘girl next door’ out of my dreams.

I liked women in nightclub dresses, sure…

And negligees were nice…

But the way she looked now?

Her innocence took my breath away.

Especially since I knew how good she could fuck.

But I couldn’t let her know I was thinking any of that.

From here on out, it was going to be strictly business.

Find her father, get the info, and go back to the mansion.

But still…

Those tits…

I forced myself to look at her face.

Which, beautiful as she was, was as big a turn-on as her body.

“Good morning,” I said in as flat a voice as I could manage.

“Good morning,” she replied.

It was obvious she was trying to pretend last night had never happened, too.

Although that tight t-shirt implied otherwise.

“Any more coffee?” she asked.

“No, but I’ll make you some,” I said as I stood up.

Panic flitted across her face.

“I can get it,” she said, and almost ran over to the kitchen counter.

I smirked.

The Dalla Corte was a high-end machine used only in the best coffee shops.

“I don’t think you’ll know how to work it,” I said as I walked over to her.

I saw the annoyance on her face and I grinned.

For some reason I didn’t quite understand, I enjoyed pissing her off.

And I already had, not 30 seconds into our first talk of the day.

“I think I can figure it out – ” she snapped, then stopped when she saw the chrome beast sitting on the countertop.

I grabbed the vacuum-packed canister we kept the coffee beans in. “Unless you worked as a barista, I kind of doubt it.”

I poured some beans into the grinder. “Unfortunately, we don’t really have anything good for breakfast.”

“Uh-huh,” she said.

Her voice sounded weird.

Maybe she’s hungry.

“There’s some protein bars if you’re starving, but I was thinking we could go to a café. There’s a good one nearby.”

“Uh-huh…”

It came out as a squeak.

I looked over at her as I said, “We can talk… about…”

And I trailed off.

Madonn…

I’d gotten a good look at her tits when she walked in. Hell, I could barely tear my eyes away from them.

And I remembered very clearly that her nipples had been relaxed under her t-shirt. Just a hint of them pressing against the cloth.

But now…

They were hard and jutting out.

Two perfect little points.

I stared at them and immediately felt my cock swelling in my pants.

My brain wasn’t quite working at full speed –

Seeing as most of my blood was flowing down to my dick at the moment –

But I quickly realized what those diamond-hard nipples meant:

She’s turned on.

Just like she was turning me on.

I looked up at her face –

And caught her staring at my crotch.

Her mouth was open… and her lower lip was full and ripe for sucking on.

Then she caught herself and forced herself to look up.

Her eyes…

They were full of nervousness, and uncertainty –

And desire.

I couldn’t handle it anymore.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

So I kissed her hard…

And I fucked her.