The Mafia Boss Who Captivated Me

Maximo frowns as he reads whatever message just came through on his cell.

"Something wrong?" I ask him.

"The guy from the other night, the one who shot Mitch?"

"Yeah?"

"Died about a half hour ago."

"Fuck," I sigh, running a hand through my hair. That guy was the last one breathing from the situation three nights ago. We were at a dinner an old friend of ours was hosting for his girlfriend's birthday, when three guys showed up out of nowhere and started shooting. There were so many families there, no one has any idea who the intended target was and the three men involved were taken down before they could do any lasting damage. But our best lead just went and died. To make things worse, my father was there too, and after the Kat situation, the last thing I need is him breathing down my neck to find out who was behind this. I have bigger issues to deal with right now.

"The kid who died, he was Italian, right?"

Maximo nods.

"Then it has to be a power grab. Someone must know something, Max."

"I have turned this city upside down, D. I even tracked down Carmine Santangelo."

That name is a blast from the past. "Fuck, Max. I didn't even know he was still breathing."

"Alive and barely kicking, but yes, he's still around."

"And you went to see him, why?"

"Leave no stone unturned, you said."

"And you thought maybe he'd hold a grudge and it took him six years to act on it?"

"Who knows? You did wipe out his son-in-law and his grandchildren." He laughs.

"Yeah, but he hated them even more than we did."

Maximo nods his agreement.

Carmine was the maternal grandfather of my ex-fiancée, Nicole. He despised his son-in-law even before he discovered what sick, twisted shit the evil fuck was into, and what he'd dragged his kids into. After I tortured Jimmy Santangelo and put a bullet in his son's head, Carmine shook my hand.

"If he was our best lead, we should get out there and find some more," I say.

"Leave it to me," he says, pushing himself to his feet.

"You got enough on your plate."

"I miss not being tied to this fucking desk, you know?" I sigh, my thoughts drifting to my older brother.

"You have any idea when Lorenzo might come back?"

"Nope. None at all," I admit.

We're interrupted by a knock at my office door. Maximo opens it on his way out to reveal Kat standing in the doorway dressed in a white sundress and a blue cardigan that looks like it's as old as her, but fuck me, she looks good enough to eat. "I'll keep you updated, compagno," Maximo says before giving Kat a quick greeting and leaving my study.

"Everything okay?" I ask her as she walks into the room, fidgeting with the sleeve of her cardigan.

"I was just wondering if I could order some medical supplies for the doctor's office? I did an inventory and you're running low on quite a few things and some of the medicine is kind of out of date?"

"It's your office now, kitten," I remind her. "And yes, you can order whatever you need."

"Thank you. I won't spend a lot. I'll need to use a computer though."

"I think I have an old laptop somewhere. I'll dig it out for you."

Her eyes light up at the thought of contact with the outside world, but I guess there's not a lot she can do now that she's here. Even if she told her cousin about our arrangement, this house is a fortress. And she's not stupid enough to call the cops.

"You can use it to email your cousin too," I suggest, and the smile that lights up her face would knock me on my ass if I wasn't already sitting down.

"That would be really nice too. Thank you."

"One of my tech guys will look at it each night though. If you try anything stupid..." "I won't. I promise."

"You should order yourself some new clothes too," I suggest as my eyes roam over her outfit.

"That's okay. I know this is old, but it was my mom's, and I love it." She tugs at her cardigan. "And I don't have money in my account."

I frown at her. "I'm not suggesting you spend your own money."

"I'm already in your debt," she replies, and I don't miss the sudden coolness to her tone.

"Then consider it a gift."

Her throat thickens as she swallows. "I'm fine with what I have."

I don't know why her attitude makes me hard, but it's all I can do lately not to fuck her where she stands every damn time I see her. "Come here."

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She stares at me for a few seconds before she obeys and walks toward my desk, standing on the opposite side. I push my chair back a little. "No, here," I say, looking down at the small space I just created.

She's wrestling with wanting to tell me to go to hell, but she's also helpless to fight this attraction between us. She's spent the past three nights in my bed and we have barely slept at all because I cannot keep my goddamn hands off her. She sighs softly, just to keep up the pretense that she hates me, before walking around and standing directly in front of me. She leans back, resting her ass on the desk as she looks at me. Because of our height difference, we're face to face, and I lick my lips as I stare into the dark blue orbs of her eyes. I roll my chair forward slightly, spreading my thighs so she's between them.

"Is there something I can do for you?" she asks with a tilt of her head.

"So much you can do for me, Kat, but right now..." I grab her hips and bite my bottom lip. I'm trying to take it easy with her. She's obviously been through some fucked up shit that has left her with scars and nightmares, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to hold myself back.

"Right now, what?" she whispers.

"Turn around."

Her fingers grip the edge of my desk. "I-I'm not sure I can. Not yet."

"Have I done anything that you're not comfortable with?"

"No."

"So, turn around." I try to keep my voice low and calm even as my cock is throbbing to be inside her.

She hesitates for a second, but I loosen my grip on her hips, and she spins around until she's facing my desk.

Reaching beneath her dress, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly peel them down her legs. She shivers as I pull them off over her feet. Sliding my hands up the back of her legs until I reach the edge of her dress, I push it up until it's bunched around her hips and her bare ass is inches from my face.

"Put your hands on the desk," I tell her as I slide my knee between her thighs, nudging her so I can spread her a little wider for me.

She leans forward, her breathing heavy and her body trembling as she plants her palms on my desk. "You're so fucking delicious, Kat," I growl as I run my hands over her perfect ass. Her scar is just out of sight for now, although I intend on getting her naked very soon.

"Dante," she breathes my name, and I hear the tremor in her voice.

"I'm not going to bend you over my desk until you're ready, kitten. Relax."

She nods her head, but she's still shaking and she doesn't stop until I slide a finger inside her pussy a moment later. She moans softly as I slide slowly in and out of her tight cunt. When her wetness is slick on my fingers and the sound of her is filling my study, I add a second digit and press deeper and harder.

"Holy fuck," she groans, rocking her hips back against my hand. Reaching my free hand around to her front, I rub her clit as I finger-fuck her to a quick climax that leaves her legs shaking for an entirely different reason. And when I pull my fingers out of her sweet cunt, the thick coating of her cream on them makes my cock almost bust my zipper.

Standing up, I work quickly to free myself from my pants while she's still coming down from her high. Then I remove her cardigan before pulling her sundress all the way up and over her head. She lifts her arms to help me get rid of her clothes. With a flick of my wrist, I unfasten her bra, and it falls from her shoulders, allowing her incredible tits to spring free. I palm them in my hands, squeezing, as I press myself against her back. My cock is twitching against the seam of her ass, and I'm almost fucking feral for her.

I press my mouth against her ear. "I think you're ready, kitten."

Her throat thickens as she swallows. "I don't know."

I take a condom from my desk drawer and tear it open with my teeth. "I'm not going to hold you down, okay?" I assure her as I press my hand between her shoulder blades and push her gently over my desk. I roll the condom on quickly, and only when her cheek is pressed against the wood do I grab hold of her hips. "I'm going to keep my hands here the whole time. You'll be able to stand up again if you need to."

"Okay."

"Good girl," I soothe as I edge the crown of my cock inside her wetness and her muscles tense as her pussy squeezes around me. It damn near kills me to hold myself back from driving balls deep into her, because I've never wanted to fuck anyone as hard and as much as I want to fuck this woman right here. I rub a hand over her hip and her lower back, tracing my fingers over the scar that she hates so much but that is so much a part of her. "Relax, Kat. Let me inside you, tesoro."

I lean over her and trail kisses over her shoulder blades, careful not to press my body against hers so she feels no weight from me. She lets out a soft moan and her muscles relax enough for me to slide deeper inside her.

"Oh fuck," she whimpers as I hit that sweet spot deep in her pussy and then her entire body goes lax as she sinks against the desk and allows me to fuck her almost as hard as I want to.

"You look fucking exquisite bent over my desk," I growl as I plow into her. "And your tight pussy looks amazing being stretched by my cock."

"I need it harder," she pants, and I almost come inside her.

"You sure?" My fingertips dig into her hips as I prepare to rail into her.

"Yes, please, Dante," she mewls like my feral little kitten.

And so, I give her exactly what she needs, driving into her deeper and harder until she's squirming on my desk, moaning my name and squeezing my cock with her tight cunt until my balls are drawing up into my stomach. "Help me out, kitten," I growl as I try to think of anything but how good she feels before I empty myself into her. "Rub your clit for me."

Her hand disappears between her and the desk as she touches herself while I'm nailing her from behind. The fact that she trusts me enough to let me do this to her almost steals the breath from my lungs.

"Oh fuck, Dante," she moans loudly, her pussy rippling around my cock as she comes hard, tipping me right over the edge with her.

I lean over her again, pressing my lips against her ear.

"You did so fucking good, Kat. So good."

A tear runs down her cheek, landing on the dark wood. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her up as I slip my cock out of her and sit on my chair with her on my lap.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, brushing her hair back from her face.

"Yeah," she whispers, wiping another tear from her cheek. "That was just a little intense."

"It was."

"Thank you for pushing me," she says with a soft smile that would melt my heart if I had one. "My pleasure, kitten."