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“Really?”
“Really. I love it when you take me on the back seat of one of your cars. I love it when you fuck me there.”
He slides my skirt up and pulls down my thong.
“Go on.”
His hot, thick erection’s already at my core. He pulses on my ass, and my sex spasms of its own accord.
“I love it when you fuck me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
He slides into me so perfectly, it feels as if he belongs here with me, just like this.
“What else?”
He silences me on a groan as he slides me up and down his cock. My pussy clenches around him and my arms sling about his shoulders. I hold onto him so tightly I’m afraid I’ll hurt him.
“Perfect,” I breathe. “That’s perfect. Don’t stop.”
He lifts my hips and slams them down, driving his thick cock straight to my center. My sex spasms around him, the first hint of a shock of pleasure.
“Baby,” he breathes in my ear. “I love you. I love the way you think. I love how fierce you are. I love that you don’t begrudge me anything. I love that you’re inquisitive but thoughtful, kind but not overly social in the least. I love how intelligent you are. I love my brothers, but you’re far more intelligent than any of them.”
He groans, and I clench myself around him tighter. He laves my nipple and circles my clit with his thumb. I throw my head back and come as he does.
And I know then, I know in my bones… I’ve been well and truly seduced by a mobster. My mobster. The one that I love.
EPILOGUE
Mario
I watch from across the bar as Emma—“Gloria”— takes a casual sip of her drink. Her eyes don’t miss a damn thing, so when Romeo told me to come to the club to find our latest target, it was an easy decision.
“Gloria’s coming with me,” I told him, grabbing my keys for the Mustang.
There was a brief moment of hesitancy before he nodded his head in agreement. “Of course,” he said. “If you bring another brother with you. Dario?” He jerked his head to one of the tables in The Great Hall. “Join Mario, will you?”
Dario grinned and stretched, cracking his neck. “Go to the club in Boston?” he asked on a grin. “Yeah, boss. Twist my arm.”
“She’ll be the best if there’s a woman involved,” I reminded him, and Romeo nodded again.
“She is. Gotta admit, brother, she’s a good fucking asset to our team. The damn best.”
Whereas others might balk in the face of interrogating a woman, Gloria’s the absolute best. She doesn’t rely on violence as easily as my brothers do, but relies heavily on other interrogation strategies. It’s rare we need to question a woman, but it absolutely happens, and she’s a pro at getting answers for us.
That’s not all she’s good at. Whereas my brothers and I are often so hellbent on revenge or retaliation we can’t see the fucking forest for the trees, Gloria’s fucking incredible at noticing details the rest of us don’t. She’s more detached, unbiased. And her keen skills of observation are every bit as good as her gun skills.
And dammit if it isn’t hot.
A leggy redhead sidles past the bar and reaches her finger to her ear. She gives an odd little tug, then quickly disguises the move with a flourish of her hair over her shoulder. I watch, as Gloria’s eyes narrow. She places her drink on the counter, beckons to the bartender, then whispers something that makes him laugh out loud. If he thinks he’s flirting with my woman…
I stand, tired of anyone else looking at her and thinking it’s about damn time I remind the quick-witted bartender that Gloria’s my wife. We took our vows in a simple ceremony outside The Castle, though with my family all present, it was hardly a small gathering. She was beautiful under the shade of the Castle, the wind whipping off the water as she tried valiantly to keep her hair from being whisked about. She squealed when I lifted her straight off her feet and into my arms.
Right where I like her.
“Easy, man,” Dario says with a chuckle behind me. “All he did was laugh.”
Like I fucking care.
I stalk over to her, aware of the redhead’s eyes on me. But I only look at Gloria.
She turns to face me and makes no bones about checking me out as I walk. Her eyes, tinted a dark, chocolate brown with new contacts, rove over me, blatantly checking me out. I watch as her tongue darts out and she licks her lips.
“Mmm, Daddy,” she whispers. “You look delicious tonight.”
I bend to kiss her cheek and pinch her ass. “Behave yourself, doll.”
“Oh get a fuckin’ room,” Dario mutters, still smiling but now shaking his head. I elbow him in the ribs, but he easily dodges me.
