Protective Vows – Valverde Mafia Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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“That’s true, but without me, none of this would be happening.”

“That’s true. If this weren’t happening, you’d be dead.”

The words make me tremble. My fingertips move across his muscular chest, down to his defined abs, making a slow circuit of his trim and athletic torso. I’m trying to comfort him, or I’m trying to comfort myself, but an excited tingle builds between my legs the longer I let this contact go on.

“I’ve been thinking about our other problem,” I whisper, my lips tingling with desire. “About what that Russian said. The crime lords aren’t going to come to our side, not if it means losing Russian business. There’s too much money at stake and they won’t know if they can trust you Italians.”

“We’ll make it worthwhile. We have to win them over.”

“I’m not sure we can.”

He takes a slow breath and lets it out. “What’s the one thing every single mafia family in the world cares about?”

I hesitate, thinking back to my brothers and my father. The obvious answer is money, but it’s what money represents that matters more than anything else. “Power,” I say.

He nods once. “That’s right. Every mafia family craves more power, because power means money and safety and comfort. And control. It’s all about power, and if we can offer the crime lords more strength, they’ll come around. You’re my way into their world.”

My fingers stop their movement, but he reaches up and grabs my wrist. I release a soft whimper as he pulls me closer under the sheets. “I thought we said no touching,” I say.

“You touched first. You crossed the line.”

I realize he’s right. I hadn’t even thought about it. He needed comfort and I wanted to help him, and now I realize my mistake.

“Luca,” I say but he drags me against him, pulling me until I’m straddling him, the sheets hanging over my shoulders. I stare down at him, heart racing wildly, and his hands grip my hips and he pushes me tighter, grinding my crotch against him—until I feel something thick and hard between my legs.

I let out a little groan as he buries his mouth against mine.

Fuck, that kiss feels good. I kiss him back, head a whirling frenzy. If he needed comfort tonight then I’m like a burning fire desperate for his touch, only I’m too afraid to admit it to myself. I don’t want to sleep in the same bed as him not because he terrifies me, but because I’m afraid of how badly I want to cross the invisible line between us and press my lips to his.

I’m afraid of how badly I want this.

Now that line is blown away, and I move my hips, grinding myself harder against his shaft.

He growls as he grabs my ass. My head’s buzzing and I don’t know what to do—if I keep going like this, I’m going to take this past the point of no return—but he makes the decision for me. He rolls me over and pins me onto the bed, kissing my neck, my lips, and pauses to stare into my eyes.

“Tell me you want me to keep going,” he whispers as he pins my hands above my head with one large palm. With the other, he slowly lifts my shirt until he exposes my breasts. “Tell me you want me to keep going.”

He licks my nipples, sucking them and biting, and that makes it pretty freaking hard to form a coherent answer.

“I want—god, that feels good—I don’t know what I want.”

“Tell me you want me to touch you, flower. You don’t have to want anything else. Just this, just for tonight.”

“Touch me. Please.”

He bites my lower lip and kisses down my throat, down my stomach, over my birthmark and slides my shorts and panties off. I lift my hips as he rides his finger up and down my slit, teasing my wet pussy, before dropping down to bury his mouth over my slick folds.

“You’re my wife now,” he says as he pushes his fingers deep inside, curling them, fucking me. “This is our marriage bed. You can’t act like you don’t want this, flower. I can feel you pining for my fingers and tongue as you lie there in the darkness. You’re dreaming about what I can do to you.”

“I already know what you do,” I say, moving my hips, pleasure breaking across my brain like a storm-battered beach. “You destroy everything around you. Like every mafia bastard in the world. If I give myself to you, you’re going to use me until I shatter.”

“No, flower. I’m going to fuck you until you scream. I’m going to leave you a trembling, moaning mess, mindless and begging for more.”

“How’s that any better?”

“At least you come when I slide myself between your legs.”

He licks my pussy and sucks on my clit, and I grab his hair tight. I gasp, digging my fingers into his scalp as he keeps going, faster and harder, and I’m rolling my hips, moaning his name, losing my fucking mind. It feels so good and it’s all I’ve wanted for the last day, and finally, he’s giving it to me, driving his fingers deeper and deeper and faster, tonguing my clit like he wants to suck his way through me.


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