When Arika Jane is shot, Vincenzo knows he cannot dump the waitress he’s just met and leave her to die, so he takes her home in the hope of helping her heal. He’s not a normal, everyday man. He’s the mafia beast with the skill set to hunt, torture, and kill anyone who betrays the Galiza family.
Arika is aware of the dangers within the world, but waking up in the bed of one of those dangers wasn’t in her plans. She doesn’t expect Vincenzo’s kindness either. He is willing to do whatever it takes to keep her alive, which means keeping her out of his life.
It should be easy. She’s just a plain woman. Yet he craves her touch, wants her innocence for himself, and one night, he decides to have her. For one night he can claim every single part of her.
But one night isn’t enough. To keep her, he has to protect her from the demons of his professional life. But he can’t keep her a secret for long. All he can hope for now is to keep her alive.
“Did you wear this with the intention of getting fucked?”
“Rachel told me to wear something nice. Something that would show off my boobs.”
“Do you do everything you’re told?”
Teasing a finger over the dress, he stroked her nipple, moving between the valley and showing her other nipple equal attention. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more, couldn’t get enough of her. Releasing her hands, he spun her around so that her back was facing him and her front was pressed against the door.
Within seconds, he had her zipper down and her dress at her waist. Holding onto her hips, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Pushing his cock against her ass, he tugged her hair over one shoulder, biting her neck right over her pulse. “I know, and it turns me on to know that my cock is going to be the first one inside your tight cunt, baby. You want it, don’t you?”
She spoke the word so softly that he nearly didn’t hear it.
He shoved the dress past her generous hips and watched it spill to the floor at her feet. Running his hands down over her ass, he groaned at seeing the thong that she wore. “Now this is sexy.”
He spread the cheeks of her ass and watched the piece of fabric that lay against her anus. Moving his hands down between her thighs, he cupped her pussy. She moaned as he felt the wetness of her thong. Sliding a finger beneath the fabric, he teased between her slit, touching her clit then down near her entrance. With his other hand, he flicked the catch of her bra and helped her to remove it.
“I won’t go easy on you tonight, Arika. I want to fuck and do it hard. I don’t want to be gentle. I’ll make it good for you though, I promise.”
Removing his fingers, he spun her around and stared into her brown eyes. She didn’t look worried or nervous.
He saw the excitement in her gaze. She wanted this as much as he did, maybe even a little more.
As he stared at her, he removed his jacket, letting it fall to the floor, followed by his shirt. Kicking off his shoes, he shoved his pants down to the floor until he was standing before her naked.
His cock was rock-hard, the tip leaking copious amounts of pre-cum which he rubbed into his length, showing her what she could have.
“You want this, baby?” he asked.
She nodded, and he took her hand, wrapping it around his dick.
“While you’re here, you’re going to use words and you get to have everything your heart desires.” He gripped her ass. “Because I intend to have you every single way I’ve been imagining for fucking weeks now.” He slapped her ass, making her yelp. The sound echoed around the room.
“Please,” she said, touching him.
He grabbed the straps of her thong and tugged, snapping it from her body. Tossing it on the floor, he shoved her hand away and lifted her up in his arms with ease. Carrying her through to his bedroom, he dropped her on the bed.
This room was built for sex. He’d made it that way.