Cosa Nostra: A Steamy Mafia Romance (Kids of The District Book 2)

JIMMY GAVE me two fucking weeks to help Cassidy adjust to her new world with me. Two weeks without chasing little shits down for money. Without sorting through tender after tender with Clay and Xander. Without working on Clay’s campaign. Without meetings. Now though, my time of playing house with her is up and it’s back to business as fucking usual. Except now that I have finished my dissertation, Jimmy has me working throughout the day as well as at night.

The glowing display in the Rover fucks with me as the time clicks past midnight. I had every intention of getting home earlier, but things took a turn at the last minute and I was forced to make an example of a Croatian arsehole who’d forgotten his bargain with The District Boss. We part-fund their tuna fisheries in South Australia, and they supply our markets. Pretty straight forward arrangement really. In fact, it’s been the easiest fucking deal up until today when one of our associates saw crates and crates of imported tuna heading for our docks. So, of course, I called a meeting at their favourite strip club to find out where the fucking Aussie catch was going and why we know nothing about it. Needless to say, I broke a few noses.

I pull into the garage and make my way inside, but as I peer towards the entertainment room, I’m suddenly eager for another whiskey. Heading down the hallway, I growl at the stench of perfume and sweat on my clothes. It’s from the skanks that were crawling all over me tonight. I have never indulged in the affections of women. Their place in my life was one of simplicity. An exchange of pleasure. Nothing more.

Until my little ballerina.

I won’t hurt her. Won’t be cheating. But I should still shower before lying in bed with her.

Moving into the room, I pour a Jameson’s, throw it back, and then pour another.

Turning to make my way upstairs with it, I’m stilled by the sight of pink-blonde hair and smooth white skin. Too much skin. Skin that needs a good slap for being out of our room, wearing only silky hot-pink pyjama-shorts that arch up at the sides and a silk camisole that showcases a perfect, trim stomach and . . . perky tits.

I bite my fist.

A blush hits her cheeks and that’s the exact colour I should paint her arse for not listening to me about what’s appropriate to wear around the house. Around my brothers. Guards. Fuck.

‘I fucking hate repeating myself, little one,’ I state, looking at that smooth, freckle-laced skin.

Her sleepy eyes lengthen as she smiles. ‘It’s hot.’ She yawns. ‘Why are you so late?’

The countless number of whiskeys I’ve had at the club, plus the one I just threw back, suddenly create havoc in my mind. When I narrow my eyes on her, she shuffles nervously.

‘Menace?’

I set the whiskey down on the edge of the bar.

As I step slowly towards her, she holds her breath. I don’t stop until my shoes graze her bare little toes, forcing her to arch her neck to keep my gaze.

I want to fucking eat her.

She swallows hard. My eyes drop to watch her mouth open and suck in air. Her chest beats harder in response. I lick my lips when I see her little nipples tighten. My hands tic with need. Need to touch those nipples. Twist them until she can feel the sensation rushing deep inside her pussy.

I raise my hand and place it over her chest. Her frenzied little heart beats away against it. I slide my hand up the column of her throat and band it, feeling the roll of her swallow against my palm. I squeeze to let her know she’s mine. Fuck. I think I’m losing my restraint to that fucking whiskey.

Hazel eyes, speckled with gold and amber, peer up at me. ‘Max.’ My name is spoken like she’s praying to me. Her voice is husky and desperate, deliciously so.

My cock swells at the sight before me and the scent seeping from her flesh. I grin when she places her little hand over mine, gently coaxing it away from her throat.

I let her.

She slowly turns to face the door and lifts her shaky little fingers, locking it tight. Staring at it, at her escape, she takes a big breath in. I still intimidate the little thing. My perfect little piece of purity. Barefoot. Near naked.

I walk up behind her. Pressing my body to her back, the feel of her uneven breaths the ultimate turn on, I cage her against the door. Her hands slide up, fingers flexing around the wood by her head. Lowering my nose, I inhale her. That sweet, aroused scent resonates in my cock, and I want to fuck her right here against the door.

As I drag the tips of my fingers down her sides, she tremors and squirms. My cock throbs. When I reach the seam of her tiny little shorts, I grip flesh, provoking little whimpers from her. I knead my hands up her sides, caressing the outline of her hips and the definition of her delicate ribs. Reaching her hands, I entwine our fingers and rub my cock against her arse, up and down the seam. The stimulation, although through fabric, drives me out of my fucking mind.

Her head drops back to my chest.

Little whimper-mixed pants spill from her.

One of my hands breaks away from hers, slides down her stomach, and into her shorts. I caress her smooth hairless pussy before I cup her, stroking my index finger along her perfect lips. Spreading them, I push inside and slide all the way in. She is slick with desire. I lick my lips, wanting that silky juice on my tongue, in my mouth, every-fucking-where.

My finger slides in and out, twisting and rubbing against the muscles enveloping them. Her broken pants get louder. Rocking her hips into my inward thrusts, she finds a rhythm with me.

‘Max,’ she moans, her chin to the ceiling, her lips open wide.

‘Do you like it when I touch you inside, little one?’ I whisper in her ear.

She moans and it’s sweet and husky and just, fuck me. ‘Yes.’

I pick up pace, and she begins to pant so hard her breath leaves little steam marks on the door I have her pressed against. ‘You’re beautiful. I’m sorry I’m late.’ When her thighs clench around my hand, I know she’s moments away. But I want her orgasms rubbed out around my cock tonight, so I pull my finger from inside her. She curls in as if chasing the sensation I’ve just abruptly taken away from her. I grin even though she can’t see it. My little piece of purity, desperate to be finger fucked by me. Lifting my velvety slick finger to my mouth, I run it over my lips before sucking her off me. Fuck. As I lick my finger and then my lips, I rub my swollen cock against the silk of her pyjama shorts, wishing there was no fabric between us.

When arousal hits my forehead like a fucking bat, I spin her to face me, pick her up, wrap her legs around my back, and walk her to the billiard table. She’s pliable and weightless. I can deadlift four times my ballerina. Placing her down on the green felt, she spreads her legs wide to welcome my hips.

She runs her hands up my chest, fingers spread wide, touching as much of me as she can. She caresses each muscle, indulging in the feel of me as I contract under her gentle worshipful strokes.

But then she stops abruptly, her eyes trained on my chest.

I glance down, scowling at the red stains on my shirt.

Croatian noses spill like a bitch.

My teeth lock together, enclosing all the words, excuses, and lies inside them. I don’t want to bullshit her. Waiting for her to say something, I silently curse Jimmy and Butch and everyone else who taints these moments with her. In that vein, I curse myself too.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I breathe roughly, wishing away this life for her. And yet, I will never fucking let her go. I swallow down the evening, a shitty evening with dirtbags and sluts.

Rolling my head against hers, I groan the tension away. She slides her hands up and, with shaky fingers, starts to open my shirt. Button by button. I lift my head to find her face filled with emotion as she slides my shirt off my shoulders. Tugs it free from my arms. Drops it gently to the floorboards.

‘Now it’s all gone, Max,’ she whispers, and my guts fucking twist like someone just drove a corkscrew into them. Too much. She affects me too much.

I take her mouth, stealing her air as she exhales. My lips move hungrily around her face, her jawline, nipping and tasting her sweet, soft skin. Perfection. I lick her. I’ve never licked a girl like this before. Like I want to fucking consume her.

While my hands work on removing my pants, hers stroke the length of my now bare abdominals. Nails lightly graze my taut skin. I drop my pants and boxers, kicking them away. Her shorts come off next.

I stare at her pussy, which is glistening from my touch and parted just enough to showcase her pretty pink centre. I lick my lips in hunger to taste her insides. And now I can’t stop the throbbing in my cock. It’s excruciating. Can’t wait.

Feeding my hands under her arse, I lift her pelvis up and slide her towards me. Clenching my teeth, I bury myself deep inside her. Her sweet tightness is nearly too much to bear. I can’t imagine what it’s like for her to take me. She gasps for air when I’m balls deep. Lowering her down again, I start to fuck her on the table. I shield her whole little body with one arm, my bicep twitching with the need to have her close – engulfed. Unreachable. Mine. The other, I feed down the seam of her backside, clamping onto her arse, forcing her to meet my thrusts.

I start to fuck her hard.

As hard as I can. Quick thrusts. I keep myself buried deep. And she’s so tight, holding me like a satin vice, like a fucking velvet fist.

‘You feel so good. So good,’ I praise because she should know. Should know how good she takes me. When I’m like this – relentless.

She starts to tremble around me, legs seizing up behind my back.

I don’t let up.

Not for a second.

Needing my release and hers. Craving it.

‘Max. Max. Max.’ My name is chanted through choppy, pleasured breaths. Her hands go into my hair. She has a death grip around the strands as she bucks, fucks me back, then fucking comes with a scream.

And that sound.

Fuck me.

It’s beautiful. I groan loudly in return – long and excruciating – as I chase my release. It’s there, scorching a trail up the underside of my cock. I lean back and mash my mouth to hers, bruise her lips with mine, and then, fuck, I shoot hard inside her. My hips move fast to rub the sensation out within her clenching little cunt. The release is so good, so needed. I continue to roll into her, wringing the final pulses out until they subside. I slowly stop moving but stay deep.

We come down together. Her lips move on mine softly, wanting to show me her affections.

Ineffable.

That’s what this is.

This thing of ours.

It’s fucking ineffable.