Crown of Bliss – A Billionaire Mafia Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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I pull in a breath. I bite my lip and close my eyes. “You’re serious? Because if you plan on just fucking me for a little while longer until you get your fill—”

“Renata,” he says, sighing, and pulls me against him. I squirm, but he holds me down. “My life out there means nothing. Don’t you get that yet? All the things I’ve done, both good and bad, they amount to nothing. Just a scream into an empty canyon. But when I’m with you, I feel like I have a real purpose, like I can build something good. We can build something good together. I’m a better man with you, and I’d be crazy to give that up.”

“Lanzo,” I whisper, now crying for another reason. God, I can’t get it together tonight. “Don’t fuck with me.”

He laughs and kisses my neck. “I’m not fucking with you.”

“You’re really going to stay?”

“For as long as you want me.” He hesitates. “You do want me to?”

“Of course, but—”

“No buts,” he says, resuming the kisses. “If you don’t break my heart, then I won’t break yours.”

“That’s a fair deal,” I say, rolling to him.

He presses his lips to mine, and I sink into that kiss, relieved and afraid, but finally floating again.

Still coming down. Still falling.

But this time, I’m gliding through the air toward a mountain of pillows, and maybe, just maybe, Lanzo’s going to make sure I’m safe.

Chapter 39

Renata

My hands press against the glass. Lanzo growls as he bites my shoulder and sinks himself inside. I gasp, chin thrown up, his hand wrapped around my throat as he fucks me from behind.

The city spreads out beyond the window. My breasts press against the cold, nipples flattening. Lights twinkle, cars move along streets. My monster takes me, ravishing me. “You are the most beautiful woman in this city to me, Renata,” he grunts, slapping my ass with the hand not currently wrapped around my neck.

“That’s not the compliment you think it is,” I moan, grinning, taking him deep and rough, pushing back into his thrusts.

“You are the most beautiful woman,” he amends, biting my shoulder hard.

I gasp, struggle to escape, but he keeps hold of me. His hand wraps into my hair, releasing my throat, pulling it hard. I moan as he drills into me, again and again, taking me rough. His palm spanks flat against my ass, sending a thrill down into my guts.

“This is what I want from you,” he growls as he goes faster. My body’s a glowing, sore, buzzing, aching mess, and I’m losing my freaking mind. It’s past midnight, and neither of us cares. Sleep is for the weak and all that. Sleep is for women that don’t have a man like Lanzo to fuck them into submission. “Taking my cock. Showing you off to the city like a prize.”

“Proud of me now?” I pant, gasping, whimpering. “You have a weird way of showing it.”

He kisses me deeply. “More than proud. I want every man to see me fucking you, pleasuring you. I want them to see what I can make you feel and to know they’d never match it.”

“You’re an exhibitionist now?”

“No, love, I only like to brag.” He turns me around and drags me to the floor. My legs spread, he slides inside, and he fucks me like a beast. I take him, take him, panting his name until I come.

“Now me,” he says, pulling back, stroking his cock.

I take him into my mouth, sucking him, licking my pussy from his shaft. I’m moaning as I do it, unable to help myself, and he comes in my mouth in a thick spurt.

“I don’t know how you do it,” I whisper after swallowing every drop. “How many more times until you’re spent?”

“Let’s find out,” he says, pulling me into his arms.

“Gladly.”

We lie like that beside the windows, breathing together. I keep thinking that this is my Lanzo, this is my man. He’s not leaving when this is over. He’s going to stay. Though what that means and how it’ll look, I have no clue.

“I want you to move in with me,” he murmurs, sounding tired.

I blink up at him. “Uh, what now?”

“Move in with me,” he repeats, opening an eye, smirking. “Is that a complicated idea?”

“No, you prick, I just mean—that’s a huge step.”

“You’ve been living here already.”

“I know, but there’s a difference between staying with you so I don’t get murdered and moving in indefinitely.” I chew my thumbnail, considering. I want to tell him yes a thousand times over, but that’s irresponsible. “What about Grandpop? I can’t live anywhere without him.”

He grunts like he hadn’t thought about that. “I’ll buy a place then. Somewhere with enough room for all of us. Somewhere huge. Somewhere he’d like.”

“I’m not sure Grandpop would want to live with a stranger during his final days.”


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