Captivated: A Mafia Romance (Carfano Crime Family Book 6)

~ Chapter 20 ~

Nico

I stroke Cassie’s hair while she’s fast asleep on top of me. She’s making this cute little snoring sound she hasn’t before, and I take it as a sign I fucked her into a deep sleep that has her comfortable in my arms.

She showed me how she felt. I didn’t need the words.

With how guarded she’s been, I can guess she didn’t want to show me she really is deep in this with me like I am with her.

“Mmm,” she hums, squirming on top of me.

I twirl the ends of her hair with one hand and palm one of her perfect ass cheeks with the other. I press the pads of my fingers into her flesh, which elicits another squirm of her hips against mine.

“Piccante,” I say, more to myself than her, and she hums again. Yeah, that sound is only making my cock harder.

I think my girl needs a wakeup call.

I lift her hips and position myself so I can slide her right down my length in one motion.

Her eyes fly open and her pussy squeezes me like a fucking vice.

“Fuck,” I grunt, while Cassie moans, digging her nails into my chest.

“Nico,” she says, in that breathy moan I love.

“Ride me, baby. I want to see your tits jiggle as you bounce on my dick.”

She rolls her neck back and braces herself on my chest, ready to give me a show.

I keep my hands on her hips, controlling her movements at first. But when Cassie’s eyes glaze over and she bites her lip, I let her take the lead. I want her to use me for her pleasure, and I want to watch her as she does.

She’s amazing.

She always unabashedly takes and gives me everything, every time, and it’s a beautiful fucking sight.

She’s a beautiful fucking sight no matter what she’s doing. But when she’s taking my cock like this? Fuck me, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“I’m almost…” she moans, bouncing on my dick and then rolling her hips. “I need…” She gasps and shudders when my thumb presses against her clit. “Yes,” she hisses, a smile tilting her lips up and her eyes finding mine again – wild and untamed. “Come with me, Nico.”

“I’m with you, piccante.” And I am. Cassie lifts up, her pussy clenched around me so hard, it’s like she’s trying to pull my goddam soul out of me. Until she drops down onto me, making us both groan on impact.

“Again,” I tell her, and she smiles down at me, repeating the move and adding two short bounces. “Cassandra,” I croon, rubbing circles around her clit.

“Nico,” she croons right back in a sweet voice I want to record so I can listen to it on repeat whenever she’s not with me.

Rocking her hips, she does the move one more time, and on her descent, I press on her clit and pinch her nipple, making her scream as her orgasm rips through her. Her greedy pussy milks my cock in waves, pulling my orgasm from me so I can fill her up.

Cassie collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms around her.

When we catch our breath, Cassie mumbles against my neck, “I’m hungry. And thirsty.”

“What do you feel like having?”

“A big, fat, juicy BBQ bacon cheeseburger with fries and a diet coke.”

That makes me chuckle. “I like a girl who knows what she wants. You rest, and I’ll order us food.”

“Can you also bring me some water?”

“Yes, my queen,” I say, and she slaps my ass as I’m getting out of bed.

“Keep up the compliments and I’ll make you my king.”

I cup her face and plant a kiss to her swollen lips. “That’s the plan, la mia rossa piccante.”

* * * *

“Can I ask you a few questions about the envelope you gave me?” Cassie asks me over lunch.

“Of course. I figured you would have some. I’ll answer anything honestly, but I can’t guarantee you’ll like the answers.”

“That’s fair.”

“Then ask whatever you’d like.”

“I saw you broke your arm when you were a teenager and you wrote it happened during training.” I nod my head. “What were you training for?”

I pop a fry in my mouth and take a moment to think on how I want to phrase this. “I told you I grew up in the city away from my dad because he wanted his kids to grow up and go to school with our cousins. But it was also so we could train together. My uncle was very meticulous and always assumed the worst. He trained his sons and nephews like we were going to go to battle with a rival family at any given moment. It’s been useful, but it was a fucked-up way to be raised.”

“Have you ever had to do that? Go to battle with a family?”

“That’s a story for another time,” I tell her, not wanting to get into the dynamics of the families right now – Italian or otherwise.

“So, how did you break your wrist?”

“We were practicing Krav Maga and I was facing off with my cousin, Leo, when he was able to get a good grip on me while we were grappling. The next thing I know, I hear the crunching of my wrist.”

“Oh,” she says, her eyes widening all cute in surprise.

“It wasn’t my dominant hand luckily, but it gave me the opportunity to learn how to accurately shoot one-handed and throw a knife pretty well.”

“Oh, okay. Well, there’s a positive, I guess,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Every negative situation, even painful ones, can have a positive side result,” I tell her, and her eyes dart to mine and then away quickly.

She clears her throat. “That’s true,” she says, then changes the subject back to me. “I have more questions, though.”

“Alright.” I nod. “I’m ready.”

“Why didn’t you take your father’s position here in Atlantic City? You let your cousin and little brother instead.”

“I didn’t want the job,” I tell her honestly. “I preferred the city at that point, and Vinny and Alec were the ones who loved AC and running their own operation here. However,” I add, “if I knew you were here, then I would’ve made a different choice.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Everything happens for a reason. We met when we were supposed to. If I met you sooner, I wouldn’t have known how to handle you.”

“Handle me?” I can’t help but smile. “You know how to handle me, piccante? Because I still don’t know how to handle you, and I don’t want to know. I like not knowing if I’ll get spicy or sweet Cassandra.”

She smiles and takes a bite of her burger. “I don’t really know how to handle you,” she admits after swallowing. “But I don’t really want to handle you either. Just understand you.”

“Not much to understand.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“I value family, honesty, and loyalty more than anything else.”

“I agree,” Cassie says, and we share a silent moment with our eyes locked. It’s one where we say more than what was said.

“Any other questions?”

“I have one more. But to be fair, I didn’t get through the entire envelope. Only until your father’s death.”

“Why?”

“It was a lot for one sitting. Going through 32 years of someone’s life isn’t exactly light reading. I didn’t realize you were so old.”

“Old?” I choke out. Cassie looks at me all innocent, but then smiles and laughs. “You think I’m old?”

She shakes her head and eats another fry. “No. You’re ten years older than me, though. You don’t think I’m too young for you?”

“Not at all. Am I too old for you?”

“Not at all,” she says, a little smile dancing on her lips.

“And I may be older, but I have as much experience with a serious relationship as you do.”

“So, none?” she asks, the hope in her eyes making me glad I never gave another woman a chance.

“You’re correct,” I confirm, and the hope in her eyes turns to happiness. “I don’t date, Cassie. I don’t get possessive over a woman and not want anyone else to see her the way I do. A woman has never made me want to murder a room full of people before. Aside from my family, of course. I’ve never shared my life with a woman or handed them an envelope of my secrets. I’ve never had a woman consume my every thought, waking and sleeping, from the moment I met her before. I’ve never before felt the way I do right now, Cassandra.”

“Nico.” Cassie blinks rapidly and I see the glassiness to them she’s trying to hide.

“Come here.” I push my chair back and tap my leg. Cassie stands and scurries over to me, and climbs onto my lap. I run my hands up and down her back. “All we need to do is feel what’s right. That’s how we’ll navigate what’s new for the both of us. Okay?”

“Okay,” she says softly, sealing the deal with a kiss equally as soft, but still manages to rock my world off its axis.

I stand with her in my arms and walk us back to the bed. I think she’s finally starting to realize how deeply she’s planted herself into me, and I’ll keep telling her every chance I get until she believes it without a doubt.