Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“I want you.” I don’t think it’s possible for my cheeks to burn any brighter than they are. He raises his eyebrows. “I want you to fuck me.”

“What if my offer expired?”

My heart skips in my chest as I search his face desperately. He can’t-he doesn’t mean that, right?

“Then I just have to change your mind.”

I get up from the chair and move between his legs as his eyes, shining with amusement, follow me. My hand curls over his massive thigh. Damn, he’s so warm. His warmth blazes through the slacks and sparks fly over my skin.

“What are you doing?”

I ignore him, keeping my eyes locked on his as I slowly ride up his muscular thighs, heading for the bunched-up fabric between his legs. The shape of his cock is just visible.

“What’s it look like? I’m getting you hard.” I try to fight down a grin, but it doesn’t quite work.

Laughter booms from his chest and he shakes his head at me. “Right here in front of everyone?”

“Why not?”

He cocks his head. “If my cock is out in a room filled with guys, I better be fucking a girl.”

I make a sound at the back of my throat as I grab his hardening cock. It twitches in my hand and Tony lets out a small groan.

“Looks like it’s working.”

His face darkens as he lets out a primal growl that makes my core contract. “Any guy will get hard with a chick’s hand on his cock.”

“Oh-so you don’t want to fuck me?”

I find the head of his cock and give it a squeeze and he makes another deep rumble in his throat. His eyes smolder with desire.

I’m in a bar, surrounded with people who can see exactly what I’m doing if they glance over. I suspect the bartender saw something, because she keeps throwing me a big smile.

He suddenly grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his cock. “Enough.”

“Sorry, did you get too close?”

“Please, I’m not that easy.”

Tony’s cock strains against his slacks like an iron rod shoved down pants that are too tight. He shifts his jacket to hide his boner, and then he pulls me close enough to kiss. I turned him on too well, and now he’s pissed. My heart pounds in my head and I’m startled by the electricity between us.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“I’m not teasing you. I just thought you liked cutting through the bullshit.”

A slow smile tiptoes across his face. “Not exactly what I meant.”

He still won’t let go of my wrist, but I don’t really want him to. The noise in the bar drops to a distant rumble. I’m close enough to smell the musky scent clinging to his skin-no cologne at all, just Old Spice. My mouth waters when his thumb caresses my wrist.

“What makes you think you can just grab my dick like that?”

That’s a good question.

“You didn’t stop me.”

His eyes crease as his lips lift in a faint smile, and warmth inexplicably floods my skin. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

I smile back, grateful that he isn’t pissed off. My voice dips lower. “I want you to bring me home.”

My eyes flick toward the other girls in the bar watching us surreptitiously.

“Bullshit.”

His hands suddenly wrap around my waist and my heart flutters. I’m faint as his fingers stroke the exposed area just above my hipbones.

“It’s not bullshit.” Then I soften my voice, loving the attention he’s giving me. “I want you.”

“I don’t doubt that you want me to fuck you, sweetheart. Every girl wants to fuck me. I just don’t know what you really want.”

So he’s a cocky asshole, isn’t he?

I move my lips to his ear, our cheeks pressed together. “Tony, we can argue about what I really want all night, or you can literally take me home right now and fuck me.”

A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest and into mine. His fingernails slightly drag over the skin at my waist.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“You said you could make me forget about my ex. Was that true or are you full of shit?”

He regards me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my lips. “Why should I give you the time of day after you slapped me?”

His tone makes me want to flinch, and I feel like an idiot for pursuing someone like him. He’s a man who spends his days doing God knows what for the mob. There are scuff marks all over his knuckles and his Tough Guy attitude is too familiar. He reminds me way too much of the guys back home.

“Because you want me, too.”

That’s true, isn’t it?

Then I tug his tie and lean my face forward, crushing my lips against his startled ones. I’m determined to make him want me, but I’m surprised at how much I want him.

Heat spreads like a fire under my skin the moment his tongue slides inside my mouth, and I dig my fingers in his hair, which is softer than I realize. God, he smells incredible, and his mouth tastes amazing. My palm spreads over his broad chest and travels down his dress shirt, to his waist. Then I ride my palm over his hardening cock, and I give him a squeeze.

He breaks off the kiss and gives me that sleepy, lustful look that sends a jolt of excitement through my heart. Then he reaches into his pants and pulls out a few bills, slapping them on the counter.

TONY

I don’t know what the fuck this crazy bitch wants from me. One minute I’m flirting with this hot broad who brought me a drink, and the next she’s grabbing my dick in a bar full of people.

Jesus.

I didn’t know what to expect when she made a beeline for me at the bar, but I was fully committed to spending the next fifteen or twenty minutes torturing her before taking her home and fucking the shit out of her. Then her hand moved up my thigh and my cock sprung to life. Heat rushed into my veins like whiskey and all I could think about was how it felt. It was as if we had fucked many times before. She surprised me. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from my cock, my heart pounding in my ears as my dick twitched and twitched in my pants.