Convicted: A Mafia Romance (11 page)

I eased the door open, smiling as my eyes found her curled beneath the soft sheets of my bed, her clothes piled neatly on the leather chair near the window. Here, now, she was an angelic work of art for only my eyes to see. My body hummed with electricity as I slowly strode across the room, careful to remain silent.

Like a ghost, I neared the bed, my eyes never leaving her soft skin, the slight smile on her lips. The moonlight seeping through the window kissed its way across her bare flesh, taunting me to touch her. My chest rose and fell, each breath coming quicker and quicker. As she shifted in her sleep, the sheet slipped down her body, revealing the sexy lace bra hiding her rose-colored nipples, the delectable curve of her side as it dipped low, arcing up to her curvy hip.

My cock stirred at the sight and without realizing I had made so much as a single movement, I found myself clutching my stiff cock in my hand, licking my lips, the need to taste her sweet liquor-coated pussy so strong I could scarcely fight it. Did I wish to fight it? Fuck no! God, the things this woman did to me. She was an angel and a temptress rolled into one.

Releasing my stiff shaft, I removed my clothes, not giving one fuck where they fell. I needed to be close to her. I needed to feel her body against mine. A low subtle whimper – or was it a moan – escaped her lips as I slipped into bed beside her.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her against me, her scent finding me as I buried my face in the curls of her long chocolate hair. I didn’t want to wake her, not yet, but my cock had other plans. My hips eased forward, burying my dick between her thighs. The slick warmth of her honey coated my shaft with each slow aching thrust. She began to stir, pressing her curvy little ass into me, and it was maddening how much I loved it.

Running my hand down her side, enraptured by the buttery smoothness of her skin beneath my palm, I grasped the soft globe of her ass in my hand, giving it a firm squeeze that sent a flame of desire through my entire body. She felt it, too. I pumped my hips faster and froze when she moaned, her fingertips finding the swollen head of my cock as it peeked out between the apex of her thighs.

“Fuck me,” she groaned, raising her leg enough to grasp me firmly in her warm little hand.

She turned to face me, her hooded sleepy gaze meeting mine. I hadn’t wanted to wake her but now that she was, I couldn’t stop myself from taking her. Haven’s palms found their way to my chest, her nails raking over my nipples, eliciting a deep growl from me.

One word left my lips. One. “Mine!” Grasping her wrists, I thrust them over her head, moving my body over hers. She purred like a fucking kitten as my cock grazed the soft curve of her stomach. My lips found hers and what began as a soft kiss quickly became savage and shameless. I swallowed the come-hither moans she offered me freely.

“Tell me you want me,” I commanded. “Say it!”

“I... I want you,” she panted as my cock pressed against her swollen bundle of nerves.

Letting go of her wrists, I met her eyes. “Do not move your arms or I will stop.” She nodded into the darkness, her willingness to please me only pushing me closer to losing control.

“If you move, I will punish you.”

“I won’t move, Sebastian,” she moaned.

Rising to my knees, I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. She writhed beneath me, her eyes never leaving mine. Fuck, she was so damned beautiful. I fisted my shaft, running it up and down her entrance, teasing her with each slow pass before slapping her tender clit with my cock. Haven’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling wildly. “Do you want my cock, Haven?”

“Oh. Oh yes! Stop teasing me and fuck me already. You’re so mean.” Her legs wound around my hips, her heels pressing into my ass, doing their best to draw me closer to her. I resisted, not yet ready to give her what she wanted. I needed to see her lose control. I wanted her wild and wanton, filled with a lust so strong she’d give me anything I wanted from her. I wanted her submission.

Reaching out, I circled one nipple slowly, and then the other. Her back arched, begging for my touch as soon as I stopped. I slid one lone fingertip between her breasts, down her stomach, around the soft flesh of her navel, circling it once, twice, before withdrawing my touch. Her hips lifted from the bed in search of my hand, finding nothing. Her whimper was music to my ears.

I shifted away from her, the separation of our bodies palpable as I reached for a condom in the nightstand. Ripping the foil packet open with my teeth, I wasted no time rolling it down my thick shaft. I was dying to feel her slick heat wrapped around my pistoning cock again. Never had I enjoyed a woman as much as I had Haven. Like a wild untamed storm, I settled between her long lustrous legs, pushing them apart roughly. The whimpers and moans that swept from her lips urged me on. The mere beat of a heart... hers, mine... and I was pressing into her. Home at last.

Haven’s eyes went wide as I sank deep inside her aching core. Nothing in the world had ever felt so fucking good. Not even taking my place as boss could compare to the feel of Haven’s pussy wrapped around my cock. Thrusting forward to the hilt, over and over again, wasn’t enough. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

“Sebastian, fucking hell. You feel so...” Haven wailed, her voice faltering as I lifted her leg at the knee, seating my cock deeper than ever before.  Her eyes lit up, going wide, her nails digging into the flesh of my back. She was loving this as much as me. Of that, I was more than certain.

I swallowed each moan she offered up, giving her more of me with each and every earth-shattering thrust of my hips. She worried her lip between her pearly-white teeth, the scent of copper filling the air. Leaning forward, I swept my tongue over her lips, growling at the metallic taste. When her teeth snapped over my lip, tugging, I lost the last of my control. Blood rushed in my veins, pounded in my ears, as I pounded her pussy wildly, mercilessly. She rewarded me with a desperate cry, the sound of my name rich and velvety on her lips as she writhed beneath, her orgasm hitting in waves that crashed over her, one after another. I didn’t let up. No. I couldn’t. Seeing her fall to pieces, her pussy fluttering like the wings of a butterfly around me, pushed me over the edge. I was falling. Shattering. Being with this woman would be my undoing.

Minutes later, I slipped from the bed, tossing the condom in the trash. As I retrieved a washcloth, I realized I hadn’t punished her for moving her arms from above her head. Shaking my head at the thought, I moistened the cloth with warm water, returning to her with a smile on my face. Placing a kiss on her forehead, I lowered the moistened cloth to the apex of her thighs.

“No. I can do that,” she screeched, her hand grasping my wrist quick as lightning, the blush on her cheeks evident even in the darkness of the room. Fucking gorgeous.

“I want to take care of you, Agapi mou. Please let me,” I whispered against her lips. With a single nod, she closed her eyes and I did just that. I took care of her. Just the way she deserved.

Chapter Fifteen - Haven

“Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.”

- Josephine Hart

It had been two long weeks since Sebastian was released from prison. The days had slipped by without so much as a word from Theron. He’d made no move that we were aware of. Nothing but silence… and it was the silence that scared me the most. Only a month and a half remained for us to pull him from the shadows out into the light. I had a sinking feeling that he wasn’t as cocky as everyone thought. No. He was more calculated than we had given him credit for. That was our mistake.

My first night with Sebastian, I’d felt fearless. Passion was like liquid fire lapping at my skin, driving me wild with a pleasure I had never known. I’d probably never know that type of pleasure again after my time with him ended. I didn’t dare fool myself into believing his words about keeping me in his bed. How could I? Bad boys like him didn’t settle for girls like me; girls that were square compared to him. I wasn’t an idiot.

But I’d certainly enjoy every damned moment we had together. Every touch, every orgasm, every thrust of his powerful hips was imprinted in my mind for eternity. No man stood a chance of coming close to how he made me feel. They couldn’t reach the towering precipice I held Sebastian on. Allowing him to take up residence in my mind – in my heart – like that was stupid. I had promised to keep my heart locked away… but I couldn’t.

Two weeks. Two goddamned weeks was all it took for him to smash the protective walls built with care around my heart. Every night, he pulled me tighter into his web, whispered promises into my ear with his sinfully delicious Greek accent, every utterance of ‘Agapi mou’ slicing away my resolve. I had no fight left in me.

The days spent with him were no safer than the nights. The smoldering gazes he tossed my way over breakfast, the way he licked his lips, flicking his tongue at me seductively, reminding me of what lovely things it had done to me. I was done fighting my feelings. Was I a prisoner? Fuck no. I loved everything he did and said. That was the problem. I should’ve been scared to death of Sebastian and his promises. His world was dangerous as fuck. Mafia history proved my point. Women tended to be used against the men that loved them. I worried about that in particular, considering the fact Theron hadn’t been caught yet.

Agent Dooley must have assumed that Theron would have attempted to get to Sebastian at home, but the last few weeks had proven him wrong. The tension in the house was thick; so thick it was becoming difficult to breathe while in the same room with Sebastian and Dooley. They hated each other, and from what I had learned about their past, that hate was completely understandable. My willingness to believe Dooley had lessened as well.

Rosita Martinez, Sebastian’s housekeeper and cook laid out another fabulous breakfast this morning. Everything you could possibly desire was there on the buffet table. Grabbing a plate, I filled it with fluffy pancakes, sausage, and a bowl of mixed fruit. Sebastian and Hackett were already seated, talking quietly but animatedly amongst themselves. Pouring a cup of coffee, I headed for the empty chair next to the Adonis that was Sebastian. My body hummed, skin sizzling with each step I took closer to him. He felt it too from the way his eyes roamed over me, darkening with lust. Taking my seat, I dove into my breakfast, remaining silent, listening to their continued conversation.

Something about the strained looks on their faces told me I probably didn’t want to know the particulars of the conversation I had interrupted, but the talking and planning continued on for some time, each sharing their desire to speed up the process of luring Theron from the shadows. The weeks were already soaring by at a breakneck pace and two weeks of nothing didn’t bode well for Sebastian. I knew in my heart this wasn’t a good sign at all. Theron’s attacks had stalled completely. Was he done? Considering the lengths he had gone to in order to make Sebastian’s life crumble before him, I didn’t believe – couldn’t believe – that was right. He was waiting patiently for the right moment to make his final attack. That made more sense to me, and I had a niggling feeling Sebastian and Hackett thought the same thing.

“Boss,” Hackett grumbled, “we have no choice but to draw him out. Force his hand so he’ll make a mistake.”

“I agree. The bastard wants me dead,” Sebastian said, with a cold emotionless voice that sent a wave of chills done my spine. “If I give him the chance to get at me, he’ll try to take me out.”

I gasped loudly, both of the men snapping their heads in my direction. Sebastian was the first to utter a word. But those words did not comfort me at all. Not one damn bit.

“My apologies for being blunt, Haven. But you know that is what he wants. He has already spilled blood to get his way. If it’s me he wants, it’s me he will get… but only on my terms.” Sebastian spoke in a controlled tone, coated in what I could only describe as pure certainty, something I had never felt before. Nodding, I lowered my head.

“What will you do?” The weakness in my voice made my stomach sour. I wasn’t a weak woman. I was strong, damn it. Raising my head, I met his eyes. “Please tell me?”

His fingertips grazed my jaw, cupping my face so gently I could barely stand it. That familiar heat between us bloomed like wild flowers deep in my core. I could feel my nipples becoming firm, pressing against the rough lace of my bra. The friction was intense and beautiful, instantly heightening my arousal. When he spoke again, I squirmed in my seat, the moisture between my thighs increasing with each syllable that crossed his devilishly wonderful tongue.

I was fucked from the moment I met him, destined to aid him in whatever way he asked, to follow his every command. It was only in those moments that he awakened the part of me that I didn’t even know existed, alerted me to things I had never desired or wanted in my life. I wanted him. Needed him to make me his. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.

“I will require your help, Agapi mou. Will you help me?” His breath, warm and tinted with the sweet scent of orange juice, caressed me, his thumb brushing my lips in such a way that I trembled. “Will you help me be free?”

Sebastian’s words seduced me, made my heart flutter wildly as if to leap from my chest. I didn’t remember closing my eyes but I had. I was encased in darkness, with only his voice to guide me to what I needed to do, the decision that I was sure would change my world forever. If I agreed, would I be able to return to the life I had spent years building for myself? Would I be respected by my legal peers or be shunned for walking hand-in-hand with the mafia? I had no doubt that Sebastian was innocent. That belief – that desire to help the innocent – drove me to fight for so many others, and he was no different as far as that was concerned.

But society was a fickle bitch.

Unforgiving.

Punishing.

My answer was clear as a summer sky. I had to see this through to the end, whatever the cost may be. Innocent was innocent. Mafia or not, he deserved to have his freedom until he was caught for something he actually did. I would stand by his side until the time came to walk away, leaving him to his life of crime and darkness.