Married to the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family #1) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Bianchi Crime Family Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
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“Sorry, sir.”

“It’s okay,” I grunt.

“Yes, it is,” she moans, rolling her hips on my length and looking like a goddess as she does.

“Fuck, I’m doing my best not to take you. Be a good girl.”

“I thought you said if I was a good girl, you’d make me come.”

“Okay. You’ve been a good girl so far. One for now.” I grip her hips and rock her pussy onto my bulge, allowing her dress to ride up and reveal a pair of white panties—not the pretty pink ones she had on earlier. “You changed your panties.”

“You got them all dirty.”

“I’m about to dirty these ones as well.” I free my cock from my slacks and pull her panties to the side, slipping my cock between the material, skimming along her lips. “Ride my length. Work your orgasm out, my queen.” We move faster and faster until she cries out my name. I snatch her lips in a deep kiss as I shoot my load all over her mound.

“Aria, amore mia.”

“We’re pulling up to the gate, sir.” The car slows down. I lift her off me, fixing her panties and pulling her dress down back in place.

“Thank you, Luigi.” It takes a minute to get from the gate to the front of the house, so I have time to tuck myself away, sticky and wet, smiling like a king. I steal a glance at my bride, who’s flushed and running her hands through her hair to look a little more presentable. I take one hand and kiss it. “And thank you, Aria.”

“Thank you. I guess being a good girl has its benefits.”

“I’m glad you see it my way.” I kiss her lips once more before the vehicle comes to a complete stop, and she reaches for the door, but I stop her. “Wait.” I get out first and take her hand. As she steps out, I drag her to my side. “Come, Aria.”

“I did,” she whispers as her body slams into mine. She pushes away just enough to look like a respectable couple.

“Don Grasso, Signora Grasso, welcome to our home.”

“Thank you, Dom.”

We head into the house to be greeted by my eager parents. They’ve kept their distance from my bride as well. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Aria. You are lovely.”

“Thank you.” There are a bunch of questions going through Aria’s head because, as far she knows, the plans for our marriage have only been in the works for two weeks. My mother has been planning for the past six months with Aria’s mother. My sweet wife has only been legal for two weeks.

“Mama, please let her breathe. Remember, in two days, she’ll be here with us every day.” Aria stiffens a bit, and I pull her tighter to my side, massaging her arm in slow circles.

“Sorry. I’m excited.” I love my mother, and I can’t blame her for the excitement. I’m ready to have her here forever.

“Ignacia, come—let me show you my latest designs,” my mother says to hers. They have been acquainted for a long time.

“Girls, do you want to come with us?” Mrs. Grasso asks Aria and her sister, Gloria. I hold back my need to cling to Aria and release my hold when Gloria grabs her hand.

“Sure. Let’s give the guys time to bullshit,” Gloria says, winking at her husband.

Chapter Four

Domani

“Who needs a drink?” my father asks as soon as all the ladies leave the room.

“I sure as hell can use one,” Don Grasso says. We walk to the living room where my father has a wet bar. Just as we circle it, the Don leans in and adds, “Just so you know—if you do anything to hurt her, our families will go to war.”

“I’ll never give her a reason to be upset,” I admit. I’m too damned in love to see her hurting.

“Please. We’re men with prices put on our heads by our competitors. She will be upset every time you leave,” Cormack Delaney adds in his thick Irish accent. Gloria and Cormack met in Ireland and have been attached ever since.

“Well, I will do my best to make her happy and take out all my enemies before they can get me.”

“What can I get you, gentlemen?” my father asks to break up the conversation. Every one of us knows the dark side of our lives and that risk comes with rewards.

“Do you have Maker’s?” Don Grasso asks.

“Sure do.” Steps behind the bar, pulling out the glasses and setting them on the bar top. My father is proud of his collection, making sure to have plenty of the common ones for his guests.

“I’ll have the same, Pops.”

“Same for me,” Delaney calls out, checking his phone again. This is the second time I saw him on it in a matter of minutes.

“Everything okay?” I ask Delaney.

He lifts his head and with a smile, says, “Yes, just checking the monitor on the little ones.” He shows me the screen of his little boys sleeping.


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