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

I PUSH open the bedroom door, and Cassidy sits up in our bed, batting her eyelashes as though they are made of solid lead. Carter wasn’t wrong. She is exhausted. She’s been pushing herself with ballet. With fighting the urge to sleep just to be awake for when I get home. I can’t allow this.

‘What time is it?’ she murmurs, wiping at her half-mast eyes.

I don’t answer.

Instead, I walk towards her and stop just shy of the bed. As I trace her naked little tits and smooth stomach with my gaze, my cock stirs within the confinements of my pants.

Tucking my hands into my pockets, I frown at her. ‘You should be asleep.’

‘I worry about you.’

Well fuck. I try to soften my expression. Not cocky or smug, just gentle and reassuring. ‘You don’t need to, little one.’

Rolling her shoulder up, she looks down at my spot on the bed. ‘I miss you.’ I stare at her for a moment, stare at this sweet little girl in my bed wanting me. Needing me.

Climbing onto her hands and knees, she crawls towards me. Her pink-blonde hair hangs down her back and plunges over her shoulders. Her petite but curvy, naked body moves provocatively to the edge of the bed. She takes a big breath in before arching her neck to meet my narrowed eyes. Her lips are set into a coy little curve and her hazel eyes, glossy with fatigue, gaze up at me through thick heavy lashes.

What does my little ballerina want?

To suck my dick?

My cock fills quickly with all the blood now pumping fiercely from my heart, causing it to span out across my thigh. Reaching down, I stroke her hair and then drag my thumb along her lower lip. I run my gaze down between her shoulder blades, to her little back, and over the crease of her backside. She leans up on her heels, and now I’m staring at those perfect, pert little mounds on her chest and the lips of her pussy. I reach for my belt and slowly unbuckle it, not taking my eyes off her.

Throwing it into the corner of my room, I ask, ‘Do you want to suck my dick?’

She nods, a glow hitting her cheeks. She licks her lips and, with shaky hands, reaches to unbutton my pants and draw down my zipper. When she pulls me out, she inhales quickly. I follow the roll of her throat as she swallows.

Her eyes bat heavily again – sleepily.

She’s too tired to suck me. So before the temptation to force those lovely bow-shaped lips around my cock grows too great, I brush my fingers through the soft, satin-like strands at her crown. ‘Little one, you’re tired.’ I take a step backwards. ‘Lay down on your stomach.’

My erection knocks on my shirt as I wait for her to move back into the centre of the mattress and lay down.

She twists her head to the side, blinking at me sleepily. ‘But I want you.’

Leisurely, I remove all my clothes – shoes, pants, shirt, tie, boxers – as I caress her physique with my eyes. She starts to pant as if she can really feel my gaze. I crawl towards her little body, sliding over her legs and burying my face between her arse cheeks.

‘Oh God,’ she murmurs as I lick her arsehole. When she pulses against my tongue, I dip inside her and then mouth the tight muscles around her rim. She bucks, so I pin her down with my body. ‘Max.’

She’s too good to me. She lets me pervert her. I want every part of her. Want to eat every inch of her. As my tongue fucks her arse, my lips and teeth mark everywhere else. I palm her cheeks, and she wriggles around beneath me. I fuck the mattress with my hips, groaning at the thought of what she lets me do to her. Sensation suddenly draws my balls up. I could eat her arse all day. But I want to come. Fill her.

Breaking away, I move up to hover over her. She twists her head. When I scroll my eyes over her pinkened cheek, the sweat tracing her freckle-dotted nose, and her open panting mouth, I grin. Bracing her thighs together with my legs, I lean on one elbow and reach down to stroke her pussy lips with my fingers. Fuck. She’s dripping. I position the crown of my cock below the seam of her arse, rubbing the sensitive outer folds. I groan, needing my release. But I’m so fucking turned on, if I go too hard and fast, I’ll come too quick.

Pressing her flat to the mattress with my body, I begin to slide into her. Slow, shallow thrusts that tease us both. She moans, lifting into me, her greedy little pussy wanting more. I growl. Unable to deny her silent demand, I give her what she wants, sinking in until I can feel the end of her and then pushing harder still.

She cries out as I start to thrust.

When I rear up onto my hands, I press one palm between her shoulder blades, holding her chest to the mattress. Her arse instantly rises up. I fuck her fast and deep, rolling against her lax arse until I hit her cervix, then drawing out to the feel of every one of those internal muscles begging me to stay deep. All that responsive flesh grasps me.

The bed starts to rock. I want to be inside every fucking part of her. Bury myself in her body. Find solace. My release. My peace. She fists the sheets and mewls around, her frantic movements surging heat into my abdomen. I crunch my stomach together hard, fending off the sensation; it’s too soon.

Locking her thighs between mine, I restrict her from further movement. ‘Relax, little one. Let me take your sweet little body.’

She begins to vibrate, her legs and thighs contract, twitch, and squeeze together between mine, narrowing the smooth delta I’m currently fucking like my life depends on it.

‘Cassidy,’ I hiss.

Grunting through gritted teeth, I move faster, my muscles scorching hot with adrenaline. She screams into the pillow as I fuck her through her orgasm.

At the sound of her sweet, uneven cry, I completely lose it. My veins suddenly ignite, forcing a wave of fire throughout my body. To every inch. My muscles tremble. And I explode. Letting out a broken groan, I grip her hip with one hand, and continue to beat into her, feeling my cum pour down the sides of my shaft and out from between her legs.

She’s still moaning softly by the time I slow down. When I let go of her hip, her pelvis flattens to the mattress. Resting on my elbows, I’m careful not to put too much of my body weight on her. I pant out that phenomenal orgasm, pressing my forehead into her hair.

Lifting my head, I fan her hair with my heavy, laboured breaths. ‘Don’t wait up for me anymore.’

With her head twisted to the side, I can see a sweet sleepy smile tugging at her lips. ‘And miss out on that?’

I frown. ‘Do as you’re told, little one.’

Her expression grows even more content as she breathes out, ‘Yes, Max.’

Which I know really means: ‘I’ll do exactly what I want’.

SINCE THE MOMENT she passed out – and she did fucking pass straight out – my mind has been churning with agitation. I toss and turn, completely unsettled by her level of exhaustion. Her lack of taking care of herself. Frowning at the dark ceiling, I decide it’s no use trying to sleep in this tense state. Carefully, I slide from the bed and head downstairs to mull it over while beating the boxing bag in our gym.

Jab.

I know she cried in her studio today.

Jab jab.

Know she was on the go for nearly ten hours and barely ate a fucking thing.

I fucking lay into the bag.

When I return to our room, I sit down on the couch opposite the bed. The newly rising sun drills colour into the sky beside me. With my elbows on my knees and my fists under my chin, I watch Cassidy deep in sleep. She’s on her stomach, cheek to the pillow, arms above her head – naked. She’s in the exact position I left her in, completely dead to the world.

I rub the stubble on my jaw.

I’m careless. Selfish. I shouldn’t have fucked her on her stomach. If she loses this baby because I can’t control myself with her, it’ll be another thing that I’ve let happen to her. I shouldn’t be home so late. Should be home to have dinner with her – make sure she fucking has dinner. Fuck, she used to love food. I guess the baby is messing with her appetite. I should eat her out and put her to bed nice and early while she’s in a delicate condition. Should be here. . . I pull my new phone out and type a quick message to Carter

Max: book an ultrasound for tomorrow around lunch time.

I need to know that the beat of his heart is still strong so I can let that concern lay to rest. She loves him. Already. My jaw suddenly aches, but I didn’t even realise I was clenching my teeth. He didn’t have to earn her love or prove anything; she just loves him. It’s still a concept I find hard to swallow, but despite that, if she loves him, then I will protect him with my goddamn life. That kid is a Butcher.

Closing my eyes, I exhale roughly.

My blood. . .

He is a part of this life now.

My eyes find her again. So is she.

And Jimmy all but said that he plans on using her to influence our public image. Use her to gain favour with Ben. With the more conservative members of the city. Like she is a fucking personal relations strategy.

And I did nothing.

Said nothing.

I am just a fucking pawn with no need other than to decapitate and slice and fuck my way to a prized asset. Fuck that. My fists tighten until both of my arms shake violently.

Thirteen years! I have been knee-deep in Jimmy’s fucking dirt for thirteen fucking years. I’ve never asked for a goddamn thing and yet, he still thinks he can claim what’s mine. The only thing I want. Like hell he can! I stifle a growl.

I won’t be sharing her to suit his or anyone else’s agenda.

Next time, when I say she is out, she. Is. Out.

And I expect those words to ring between his ears every time he thinks about Cassidy.

Thinks about using her.

She is mine.