The Mafia Boss Who Captivated Me

MAX

We pull into the driveway of her family's gated mansion, and Joey climbs off my bike, handing me her helmet. Her face is unreadable. We should talk about what just happened. I should take care of her. I just took her virginity in a dark alleyway next to a dumpster. I should be fucking ashamed of myself-so why aren't I? Why is my cock hard at the thought of how good she felt? How wet she was for me. How fucking incredible she smells.

"Night," she says coolly, then spins around on her heel and strides away. Her ass sways seductively as she walks into the house, reminding me that she was never mine to touch and she never will be.

I look down at the floor and every muscle in my body screams for release. I need to beat the shit out of someone. Or fuck her until neither of us can walk.

"I thought you were heading home earlier?" Dante asks, snapping me from my thoughts.

I look up to see him standing in the doorway, watching me intently with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Can he see what I've just done? Does he know simply by looking at me? "You coming in for a quick drink?" he asks.

I take off my helmet and kill the engine. "Sure."

"Everything okay with Ash and Henry?" he asks as we walk down the hallway to his study.

"Yeah." I glance around, wondering where Joey went. Straight for a shower so she can wash me off her body?

"Max?" Dante says and I realize he's been talking to me.

"What?" I blink at him.

He frowns. "I asked why you brought Joey home."

I shrug. "I called to check in with the guys. Joey was ready to leave so I offered to bring her home."

"You spoil her," he says with a soft laugh. He assumes she asked me to bring her home, which has happened before. Joey loves my bike. "You never could say no to her."

I force out a laugh. If he only fucking knew.

Dante sips his Scotch while we discuss our Russian friends and the recent change of Bratva leadership.

He checks his watch and mutters, "Fuck." With a shrug, he gives me a small smile. "Kat will be wondering where I am."

"No worries, D. Can't keep the wife waiting. We'll talk more tomorrow." I can't help but grin, amazed at how much he's changed since he met his wife. I never thought I'd see Dante Moretti bow to the whims and desires of a woman. His world begins and ends with Kat and Gabriella, and I've never seen him so happy and fulfilled.

Dante downs the last of his Scotch and stands up, heading toward the door.

I get up to follow him but stop. "Hey, you mind if I go check on Joey?"

He turns and frowns at me over his shoulder. "Why, something happen tonight?"

"No. Nothing really, something to do with one of her girlfriends, but I kind of snapped at her." I shrug, the lie falling easily from my tongue. How long will it take for him to see through me? Dante laughs softly, shaking his head at me. "I'm sure she'll forgive you."

"Yeah, you're probably right. But I'll check on her anyway."

We part ways in the hallway, him going toward his bedroom while I go to look for his sister. I don't find her in the kitchen or den, so she must be in her bedroom. I knock on her door. "What is it? I'm in bed," she shouts.

"It's me. Can I come in?"

The answering silence is almost too long for me to handle before she finally answers. "Sure."

Walking inside, I close the door behind me. She's lying on the bed, still dressed in her clothes from earlier. Still smelling of me.

"What is it, Max?" she asks, sighing.

"You don't think we need to talk about earlier?"

She crosses her arms over her chest. "I think you said all you had to say."

"I barely said anything, baby girl." I lie beside her on the bed and can hardly resist the temptation to run my hand over the bare skin of her arm.

"You said enough about regretting what happened," she says, and I hear a sob catch in her throat.

How could she think that? Fuck! How could I have let her think that? I prop myself up on my elbow so I can study her beautiful face. "I regret that I didn't know it was your first time."

"Yeah, it was pretty unmemorable, right? You said that too." She swats a tear from her cheek and glares at me.

I clench my hand into a fist, seconds away from flipping her onto her stomach and spanking her ass until she stops being such a brat.

I huff a sigh. "Joey."

"Just get out, Max," she says with a sniff. "There's nothing more to say."

She gasps when I roll on top of her, her perfect tits shuddering against my chest as I take her wrists and pin them above her head. "Fucking you against a building in that alley was incredible. I will remember your tight virgin cunt squeezing my cock for the rest of my days. But I meant I should have made it more memorable for you, baby girl."

She blinks at me, her dark brown eyes so full of emotion and longing that it makes me feel like the world's biggest jackass for playing with her heart like this-for giving her false hope that whatever this is between us can go any further. She pretends to be this tough-as-nails Mafia princess, but I see who she really is beneath the veneer of sarcasm and sass. "It was incredible for me too, Max. I'm glad you were my first."

I want to be your fucking last too. I run my nose over the soft skin of her throat and inhale her scent. She smells of perfume and fresh air and sex-and me. "Why didn't you shower when you got home?"

"I like having you inside me."

My cock stiffens. "Fuck, Joey. You're going to get me killed," I murmur against her skin. "I should have taken you home to my bed."

"I wish you could, Max," she breathes. "Tell me what you'd do to me."

I drag my teeth over her smooth flesh, making her shiver. I should leave right now. No good can come from me telling her this shit, so why can't I fucking stop myself from answering? "I would strip you bare and kiss every fucking inch of your skin. Then I'd spread your legs wide ..."

Her breath catches in her throat, and it makes my cock harder.

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"Max," she groans, wrapping her legs around my waist and rocking her hips against me.

"And then the real fun would begin."

"Yeah?" She continues to work her hips, chasing the friction of my cock against her clit.

"I'd slip my fingers into you. One at first, because you're so fucking tight. And when you were whimpering and begging for more, I'd add another, fucking you with them until I could make you ready for my cock. I'd bring you to the edge, baby, over and over again without getting you off."

"Monster," she hisses as she digs her heels into my ass, pulling me closer until she's full-on dry humping me.

"You know I am," I say, trailing my lips over her throat, desperate to sink my teeth into her perfect flesh and mark her as mine. "And only when you were begging me for my cock, desperate for me to fill you up, that's when I'd sink into you. Not just half like you had earlier, but all the way. Balls deep, baby girl."

"That was only half before?" she says, panting.

"Yep." I laugh, releasing her wrists so she can wrap her arms around me.

"Max, please?" She clings to me, grinding her pussy against me as she chases her orgasm.

"I can't. I'm not going to fuck you in your brothers' house. I'm not going to make you come either, baby. But if you want to keep grinding on my cock until you get yourself off, well I guess there's not a lot I can do about that, is there?" "Please? Nobody will know."

"I'll know," I remind her. Dante and Lorenzo are like brothers to me, and my mouth fills with the bitter taste of guilt. Still, despite the guilt, I can't bring myself to get up and leave. Not while I have Joey's thighs wrapped around me and my cock is damn near busting through the zipper of my jeans.

"Then take me home, Max. Take me anywhere but here." She whimpers, and her eyes squeeze shut as she presses her head against the pillow. She's almost there.

Holding still, I let her use me to grind out her release. "I can't, baby." I place my hand over her mouth, stifling her soft moans as she comes apart in my arms. She shudders through her climax, her body radiating heat. And when she looks up at me through lust-glazed, hooded eyes, it takes every single bit of willpower I possess to stop myself from tearing off her panties and burying my cock inside her.

"Why not?" She blinks at me, her eyes wet with unshed tears. Fuck, she's far too young and innocent for me. I'll go straight to hell for even touching her, but I can't shake off the belief that is burned into my mind-into my soul. Joey Moretti is mine. She has always been mine.

I dust my knuckles over her cheeks. "My kind of love isn't the type you're looking for, Joey. You deserve so much more."

She narrows her beautiful eyes at me. "Who said anything about love?"

"You think that we could just be about sex? With a history like ours? I've known you your whole life. I've loved you for most of it. You think I would stop just because we were fucking?"

Tears spill over her cheeks and she swats them away. "That's a whole different kind of love you're talking about."

"Is it?"

She ignores the question, her body tensing under me. "Why do you get to tell me what I deserve? I choose my own life, Max. Don't you dare try to tell me this is for my own good." Her cheeks are flushed with outrage. She hates being treated like a child, but that's not what this is. She has no idea what she's asking for. If I took her to my bed right now, I'd never let her leave.

"You make your own choices, Joey, but I can't be one of them. I'm sorry, baby." I kiss a tear that rolls down her cheek before I climb off the bed and walk out of her bedroom.

I hate that I'm hurting her like this, but better she suffers a little pain right now than a whole fuckload of it later on. Better that she never has to deal with the man I really am.

Because if I ever hurt her for real, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.