Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“Another one! Hey! Mange de la marde!” Eat shit!

A patron hisses at me as I ignore his request and disappear behind the bar, watching as she reaches forward to touch his thigh. My face heats up.

I’m annoyed by the fact that I’m annoyed at their antics.

She whispers something in his ear, and he smiles. The bitch gets up to go to the bathroom, leaving him alone.

Good.

He doesn’t see me coming. The glass he’s holding obscures his vision as he sips his drink until I slide another one under his nose. Tony responds to my presence with a wide, cocky grin.

“Hey, sexy.”

Hey, asshole.

My heart makes another painful thump against my chest as I take the girl’s seat, forcing a smile on my face. The last thing I want is to ask him for a favor because of the way he looks at me with the widest, smuggest smile. Vivid images of his wickedly tattooed body thrusting over mine run through my head. The smile paired with his seductive eyes seems downright dangerous. He looks me up and down, the heat from his gaze scorching through my clothes. He wears a midnight-blue suit, the stubble over his jaw rougher than yesterday’s.

“I enjoyed last night.”

“Of course you did.”

Smug asshole.

“Your tits looked better in that other outfit.”

Ah, the backhanded compliment. What a jerk.

“Yeah? Would you rather I took my shirt off?”

Amusement twinkles in his eyes. “I think every guy in the bar would love that.”

“Too bad I’m only interested in what you want.”

Rich laughter booms from his chest. “I’ve already got what I want, sweetheart.”

“You should take me out and fuck me again.”

So fucking blunt.

He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, his attention is riveted. There are probably hundreds of women constantly kissing his ass.

I’m different.

His eyes sear my flesh. “One night, hon. That’s all you get.”

“One night? Even though I made you come three times? Sounds like three nights to me.” I lift my shoulder in a shrug. “You’ve already broken your rule.”

“You were a lot more fun than most girls, I’ll admit that.”

I lean in, placing both hands on his thighs as my lips brush his ear. “Then fuck me again. And again.”

His voice strokes my ear. “Are you begging me for more, or do you want something specific from me?”

“Specifically, I want your cock. Inside me. Now.”

A small growl rumbles in his throat. “It’s rented for the night.”

My hand slides around the back of his neck. “Aren’t you tired of mediocre sex?”

His eyes lighten at that, and a smile spreads over his rugged face. “Who says I’m having mediocre sex?”

“Can that girl suck your dick like I can? Can she fuck you like I can?”

Tony’s smile never falters, but it darkens. His eyes are all over me.

“You’re fucking crazy, aren’t you?”

Lust heats his face until I can almost feel it radiating off his skin. My fingertips brush over his cock, and he suddenly grabs my arm. My heart leaps as he pulls me onto his lap and crushes his lips against mine.

It’s like instant electricity. It shocks me to feel the sudden rush of blood. Then my back hits the bar counter as his tongue slips into my mouth. I cling to his shoulders because all the energy evaporates from my limbs. I kiss him back and gasp as he grabs my tits, right in the middle of this bar. Everyone can see, but he doesn’t give a shit. He pulls back with a grin that sends a jolt of anxiety through my heart, and I realize I’ve just given myself to another monster.

He’s deadly. Just look at him.

“What the fuck!”

A shrill, feminine voice makes him break apart from me, but only barely. I taste the sweetness from his tongue, and I want more.

“Ah shit.”

“Putain de merde!” The tall brunette screams herself hoarse, looking mad with rage.

The whole bar turns their attention to the pretty girl, screaming her head off. They laugh behind their hands and even Tommy emerges from his office to see the commotion. He leans against the doorway, spotting me on Tony’s lap, and frowns.

My face burns as she turns away from us, angry tears glittering in her eyes as she stalks away. Another man attempts to comfort her, but she storms out of the bar.

Her tears give me a stab of guilt, but it dissolves when Tony turns back toward me with a shrug, extreme indifference all over his face.

“Well, I guess that makes your decision much easier.”

He takes my head in his hands. “This is all your fault.”

“Yeah, but I’m not sorry for that.”

Deep laughter shakes from his barrel-like chest, and my face flushes with pleasure. My hands play with the hair behind his neck. It’s just at a length where I can curl my fingers through his strands.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Don’t you have work?”