The Mafia Contract Series

If I was under the illusion bed meant sleep, I was so wrong. I had two orgasms before Flynn dragged me from the bed and now we are sitting in his state-of-the-art kitchen as naked as nature intended, devouring the breakfast he ordered up from the local deli.

Soft pastries and light fluffy pancakes cause my diet to fail miserably, and I couldn’t give a fuck.

Flynn obviously gets pleasure from seeing me eat and the soft smile of approval on his lips as I groan with longing is the sweetest sight.

In fact, breakfast with Flynn is an interesting one because he surprised me by demanding I lie on his kitchen floor while he drizzled maple syrup all over my body. Then he proceeded to lick every last drop, and I will never look at pancakes in quite the same way again. In fact, even breakfast was a sexual act and as he ate his own from between my tits, my thighs and from my own mouth, I came hard again, making me doubt I’ll ever be able to keep up with him.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Even when we shower, he runs his hands all over my body and as the water washes away the sticky heat; he drops to his knees and buries his face between my thighs and sucks and licks until I come apart all over again. When he pulls me from the shower and dries us both in a warm towel, I return the favor and love the way he slides to the back of my throat as I suck him hard.

As we clean our teeth, he wraps one arm around my body and eases in from behind and pushes me against the sink as he thrusts into me hard before he drags me back to bed and worships me all over again until I pass out with exhaustion.

I WAKE with the sunlight warming my body through the huge panoramic window with Flynn’s limbs tangled in mine. He is sleeping soundly, and I watch him for a moment, loving the peaceful expression on the most beautiful face I have ever seen. I still can’t accept he’s mine and wants me as much as I do him and now I am a firm believer in miracles because God had delivered every prayer I ever offered him and even the fact he’s mafia doesn’t matter.

When I saw his uncle chained to the wall, the thing that shocked me the most was the excitement I felt. It was a rush watching an evil man get what he deserves, and I wonder what that says about me.

Perhaps I’m darker in spirit that even I thought and knowing this man flush against me is capable of so many dark deeds, makes me wild with passion. Possibly I’m the monster here, not him, because I’m kind of loving the dark side of him even more than the light.

“What are you thinking?” His voice startles me and I glance up and note his soft smile of amusement as he stares deep into my eyes.

“Not much, just about how much I enjoyed seeing you work yesterday.”

The surprise in his eyes makes me laugh out loud, and he shakes his head in wonder. “I knew you were the woman for me, Louisa Sullivan. Underneath that angelic façade is a wicked woman clawing to get out.”

“You better believe it.”

He laughs and then groans as his phone vibrates angrily on the bedside table.

“I should get this.” He pulls away with a reluctant sigh and slips from the bed, phone in hand.

As he stands by the window and looks down on the city below, I admire his naked body like a lust crazy harlot salivating over anything he can give me.

“Malik.”

I watch the excitement building and I wonder what he’s hearing right now. Obviously, whatever it is makes his eyes gleam with pleasure that tells me it’s good news at least, and he growls, “I’ll be right there.”

As he cuts the call, he takes a moment to gaze out on the city and when he turns, I see what I’ve signed up. The Mafia Don is back in the room and the power that flashes from his eyes makes me wet and ready to go again.

He sits on the bed and runs his fingers through my hair and says ruefully, “I’m sorry, baby, but I must go to work.”

My heart sinks and I sigh. “I suppose I should too.”

For a moment we let reality sink in, and I know this bubble has been burst and we need to drop back into life.

Flynn sighs. “I’ll head back to Seattle with you and then I must leave for Canada.”

“Why Canada?” I’m a little surprised at that and intrigued when he grins mysteriously. “To check in with my friends and report on a successful mission.”

“What do you mean, mission?” I’m confused, and he shakes his head, his dark eyes flashing with excitement.

“I will tell you all about it but only when we have something to celebrate. All you need to know is that it concerns Winter and setting her free from that psychotic bastard she calls a husband.”

For some reason I’m happy about that because even I could tell the poor girl was suffering. “Then make it soon, Flynn, because I have an idea her life depends on your success.”

To my surprise, Flynn swoops down like a bird of prey and captures my lips in a deep kiss and God help me, I want him all over again. As he pulls back, he says fiercely, “I love you, Louisa Sullivan. Every day you astonish me by becoming even more amazing.”

As he makes to stand, I pull him back and run my fingers over three rough scars that sit above his heart. I noticed them before and I’m curious about them and as I look up, his eyes gleam with something I can’t put my finger on. “These claw marks were self-inflicted.”

He sounds so casual, as if he’s talking about a chest wax or something.

“Before we left college, Winter was taken and, for individual reasons, every one of us who lived with her was devastated. We made a pact to set her free and to earn membership into our select club, we used a claw shaped knife to pledge our allegiance with this scar, signifying where our hearts used to be. We had to park emotion aside, become callous and cruel and do what we must to set her free and change all our lives forever. This is what sent me to you, Louisa. This is what gave me my resolve to see this through and now I feel like a fraud because behind this scar is a beating heart full of love for you. Just imagining you in Winter’s position makes my resolve even stronger to free her.

So, Canada is a war briefing if you like. A mafia war where we regroup and plan our next step.”

“Which is?” I am so in awe of this man, and he laughs softly. “I’m guessing it involves a trip to England for one of my friends. Let’s hope he gets there before Massimo does.”

A FEW HOURS later we touch down in Seattle. Then we take the short drive to my family home, and it’s as if I’ve been away for months, not days. Vivian and my father greet us, and I can tell they are anxious about our meeting with my hated uncle.

I’m so happy for Flynn as Vivian pulls him close and warmly welcomes him home and as my father steps forward and hugs him tightly, the tears in my eyes are happy ones that everything worked out for him in the end.

As the night progresses, we tell them what happened, and it’s so good knowing they accept us as a couple.

The funniest moment was when Sienna made an appearance and caught Flynn kissing me goodbye, and her shriek of disgust made me laugh out loud. I can still hear her saying, “That’s gross. He’s your fucking cousin, you maniac.”

It was the sweetest moment to lift his hand and shake my head and say triumphantly, “No, he’s not.

He’s my fiancé.”

Her mouth dropped to the floor and for the first time in her life she was speechless and as Flynn left for Canada, I enjoyed every moment of telling her just how happy he makes me.