Owned by the mafia boss

ALESSIO

Eight hours later, Mia hadn’t caved.

That suited me fine because I’d never been fucked so well. Mia’s wide-eyed innocence was a front for the sex goddess who rode me all night. The conversation about her betrayal could wait until I’d had my fill of banging my wife.

“Alessio?”

I slid from the bed and strolled into the bathroom, where she stood naked. The belt’s strap had embedded light bruises onto her ass, and other marks painted her beautiful body with purple and red. It tugged at a place I wanted to strangle.

She thumbed the hickeys on her breasts. At my approach, Mia grabbed a towel from the rack. When I dragged it off her shoulders, her cheeks darkened.

“We’re not finished. I might never be, to be honest.”

My head pounded as her curves filled my hands. Tits. Hips. All of them begged to be licked and sucked.

“We didn’t use a condom.”

“I told you I wouldn’t.”

“Alessio,” she reasoned. “We can’t try for a baby while we’re fighting.”

“Sure we can. We already made a solid effort.” I grinned, assailed by a stream of pornographic stills involving Mia straddling my waist as I lay back. “You definitely were riding high.”

“It was a mistake.”

“Referring to these?” I fingered the gashes she’d inflicted on my shoulder. “I’ve never let anyone do that to me before.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I loved it.”

She’d channeled her frustrations into screwing me, and it was better than anything I’d ever experienced-hate-fucking at its prime.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I wanted it again. And again.

I cornered her against the counter.

“Alessio, we can’t.”

“I am not done with you.”

“Bringing a child into our drama is a terrible idea. It’s selfish.” She sounded reasonable, which made me want to shut her up.

“We have a while to figure it out.”

“I don’t think-”

I kissed her.

Mia sputtered. The protest forming her lips melted into a sigh. She teased my chest hair as she kissed me. She allowed me to push her into the shower.

I turned on the water.

We walked into the spray, kissing. Her hair darkened. Her bruises flushed. Mia broke from me. A desolate sadness flowed within those brown pools.

“Alessio, how long will we keep pretending everything’s fine?”

“For at least a few more orgasms.”

I pushed her into the wall.

She hissed when her skin touched the tiles, but she arched when I groped her tits. She crushed her mouth into mine. Her touch burned hotter than the steam. She glided across my waist and grabbed my dick. Then she dragged my hand toward her already soaked pussy.

I plunged my finger in her greedy hole. Her walls refused to let go. I tested their resistance before sinking. Her agonized breaths blew on my neck. Mia clutched at my back. I slipped along her seam, gathering moisture before I stuck them into her mouth. The wet heat reminded me of what I’d denied myself for weeks.

My cock swelled as I removed my fingers.

“Ready to wrap your lips around more of me?”

“Are you sure you are?” She gripped my chin, her gaze swimming with lust. “You might not last.”

The confidence was hot.

“Only one way to find out.”

She kissed me before kneeling, her hands trailing my body. My pulse throbbed as she grasped my dick. She smiled as she stroked me in her fist, moving up and down. Light flicks of her tongue hardened my erection into a battering ram, and when she slid me inside, I groaned. She made a tight seal as she sucked. I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust. She took me deeper. My breathing hitched. She touched the base of my cock, and I massaged her scalp.

She played with my head, teased the underside, and made a mockery of my self-control.

I caught myself on the wall as the strength drained from me. The pressure to finish cinched my throat. It was as though she’d siphoned all the oxygen. My lungs couldn’t catch up to my galloping heart. The shower echoed with my panting as I sank into the bliss.

She stopped.

I blinked and looked down, so overwhelmed by her swirling wetness that the lack of it was slamming on the brakes. I moved strands from her face as her chest rose and fell. Then Mia swallowed my dick. She wrapped my waist and squeezed until her nose brushed my hip. Then she held herself there, all of me jammed in her. She tugged back an inch and pushed forward. Faster and faster. She didn’t come up for air.

God, she had no intention of stopping.

“I’m going to come. Last warning.”

She didn’t budge.

I rolled my hips, surrendering to the need clenching my balls. A jolt struck my cock with pleasure, and jets of warmth burst forth. I pumped twice, my appetite still raging. I pulled out and yanked her upright. I flipped her and nudged her legs apart. Then I thrust home. The liquid-hot silk of her walls hugged my length.

“Did you think I was done?”

Mia slipped and caught herself, gasping. “Alessio.”

Music to my fucking ears.

I plunged into her ruthlessly. Her hand glided over the arm wrapping her tits. I seized her bottom lip. She deepened the kiss as I rubbed her clit. Her tongue shoved in my mouth as she clenched me like a fist. Her breaths hitched to a keening wail as I drilled her tight body.

My second orgasm shook my limbs as I buried my face into her neck. The rush of heat jetted into her. She turned, grappling at my chest as the tidal wave of relief pushed me backward. Holding her, I collapsed onto the bench. Mia straddled me. She ground into my lap. Her rosebud lips parted as I helped her finish. Once she came, she sagged into my arms. We kissed as steam coated our smoldering bodies.

“What am I going to do with you? How will I get you pregnant if you suck me off like an angel?”

She looked like she’d drowned in lust and was coming back to life. “You came twice.”

“That happens with amazing head.”

“I’m amazing?”

“Don’t be coy.” I didn’t expect this. I knew I’d enjoy her, but I never imagined she’d fuck me into a coma. I hit the wall as a fatigue batted my eyes. “You’re the best I ever had.”

Sadness tainted the euphoria because it meant nothing. She’d been with another man the night before our wedding. She’d tooled with me all those weeks so I could drop my guard enough to let her escape, and if she hadn’t brought her cell phone, she would’ve succeeded.

And she was manipulating me again.

My mood nosedived. Poison worked its way into my spirit, chilling my body. I detached from Mia and pulled her away from me.

She seemed to sense the shift in temperature. Her brows knitted as I pushed her onto the bench. “Alessio?”

Dripping, I stepped outside.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m done.”

I caught her hurt reflection in the mirror, but couldn’t bring myself to care. My feelings had clouded my judgment. Instead of learning my lesson and moving on, I raged.

Mia had gutted me. Sternum to belly.

She’d lured me in with her over-the-top kindness, and I’d dared to dream that maybe she told the truth. Her candy-coated sweetness was dangerous for a guy like me, but I had indulged. I’d given her the benefit of the doubt. I’d ignored my suspicion because I was addicted, dick-sucked, seduced.

I’d let her inside a vulnerable place I’d never shown to anyone.

And what did she do?

Use me.

I wrapped my waist with a towel, left the bathroom, and slammed the door.

Never-fucking-again.

As I dressed, I purged every tender instinct from the wound that kept bleeding. I couldn’t accept what I’d allowed her to do. When I’d stewed enough, I searched the suite for Mia. I tracked her to the couch that faced a wall of windows. She curled up on the leather, wearing a white robe. Bile scorched my tongue as I sat on the coffee table, blocking her view of the city. She glanced at me, her face and eyes flushed with the tell-tale signs of grief.

Even that was a manipulation.

I hated her. “I want the other man’s name. Now.”

Her mouth thinned. The more she hesitated, the more I wanted to yell.

“I’ll get it out of you anyway.”

“Will you beat me?”

A thrill of rage zipped my spine. “You are so eager to paint me like a goddamned villain. Maybe I am one, but I’ve never hit you.”

“What about last night?”

“You didn’t seem to mind my belt on your ass that much.”

The intensity in her gaze dimmed as pink patches burned high on her cheeks.

“Why did you leave the day before our wedding?”

“To escape.”

“You and the mystery man, riding into the fucking sunrise.”

“Yeah,” she snarled in a tone bleeding with sarcasm. “I was running away with my secret lover!”

“Why?” The word grated my throat, so forceful I felt something tear inside me. “I want to know why. And who. How. Everything. You will give me every detail, no matter how fucked up. I have to know. How long was this going on? Who is he? Where is he? Where the fuck is he? You’re going to tell me, or I swear to God, Mia-”

“I can’t.”

“Have you any shame?”

Mia’s eyes gleamed as she opened her mouth, looking lost. “I’ve no idea what to do.”

“You do the right thing!”

“I am.”

“What does that mean?”

“Alessio, please.”

“What does that fucking mean?”

Mia shoved herself to the other end of the couch as my voice shook the ceiling. I grabbed her arm. She twisted like an animal caught in a bear trap.

“You’re scaring me.”

“Oh, am I? Good.” I caged her in my arms as I settled into the sofa, disgusted with myself for still wanting her. “When it gets out that my wife was seeing another guy, and I did nothing to retaliate, I am dead. You might not give a shit about that, but you should care about your only barrier to Nico disappearing. What do you think will happen to you once I’m gone? You’ll be passed to the next Costa in line-Vinn. Is that what you fucking want?”

“No.” A tear slipped down her cheek. “And I don’t want you to die.”

More like she prefers living.

“Hate me all you want, but I’m your husband. We are married. Eventually, I’ll get you pregnant. Accept that there’s no way out of this.” I searched her fractured gaze for defiance, finding only confusion. “Don’t nod. It doesn’t matter what you say. I’ll never believe a word out of your mouth again. You’ve broken my trust.”

“Don’t you dare talk to me about trust.”

“You were with another man!”

“God, you are so dense. There is no affair, you idiot!”

Mia turned a beet-red shade and clenched the armrest, almost as though she’d let slip the truth. She stiffened, her eyes like white-hot pokers boring into my skull.

“There’s no one else.”

“What?”

“There’s no one else. It’s always been you.”

A chill wrapped my torso as she wiped her wet cheeks, the devastation cracking her voice resonating in my bones.

“When would I have the time? Why would I even bother? Do you think having a relationship is really on my list of priorities when I’m recovering from being attacked, or when Michael’s wife is in the hospital, or when my sister is missing?”

No mistaking that loaded tone.

The bottom dropped from my stomach as an image of the two coffee cups blended with the way she’d held me last night. The person she’d visited wasn’t a man at all.

Carmela.

That bombshell detonated my insides. “You know.”

“I know what?”

She was toying with me, but I didn’t have the energy to fight.

“Carmela’s alive, and I kept her from you.”

Mia’s face betrayed zero surprise, only bitter disappointment. Grief slammed into me.

“Mia, I’m-”

“Do me the courtesy of not lying for once. You’re not sorry.”

Then why did her agony rip me in half?

“You know what’s funny? If you’d brought Carmela back to me, I would’ve loved you. Now I never will.”