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

~ Chapter 31 ~

Cassie

5 months later...

“Hey, Cass, how was I out there? I tried the new move you taught me and I think I got it. Did it look okay?”

“Are you kidding me? You fucking killed it!” I tell Jamie excitedly. “You nailed the helicopter spin we were working on, too!”

“Yay!” She jumps and claps, and scurries off to her station in the dressing room. She’s so adorable. She’s only nineteen, and has these big brown eyes and a cute face that exude an air of innocence that the men here love.

She was my first hire at the Dark Horse club in New York, and I couldn’t be prouder with how well she’s doing.

When I told Nico I thought I’d be a good house mom, he was surprised I’d want to work at a strip club after everything that happened. But after I graduated, I was a little lost and unsure of what I wanted to do, so I started taking pole classes again for fun, and it got me thinking again about how I thought it’d be fun to be a house mom and foster a safe and fun environment for the women of the club.

I’m glad the Carfano clubs aren’t like Pandemonium was. The moment a man becomes handsy, loud, aggressive, suggestive, or anything that makes the dancers uncomfortable, they’re gone. Security is tight, and I always feel safe there. Of course, it helps that I’m Nico’s girl, so everyone is respectful and constantly looking after me to make sure I’m good.

“Tanya, you’re up in five with Jess, Eden, and Vivi,” I read out from my clipboard. “Kylie, Sara, and Taylor, you’re in the cages.”

I love my job. These girls are amazing, and I always make sure they only do what they want. I even implemented a monthly wardrobe stipend so the girls can always have a fresh rotation of clothes and shoes that’s not out of their own pocket. It’s a win-win for them and the club if they’re always looking new and fresh for every shift they work.

I’m younger than the typical house mom is, which usually goes to a retired dancer. But according to the girls, their last one was fine, but she only did the bare minimum for them by making the schedule. They said she always had an attitude and wasn’t accommodating to any of their needs.

Nico had no problem firing her when he talked to the dancers to see their thoughts on bringing in someone new. I made him do that. I wasn’t going to just swoop in and take over the job of someone that was liked by everyone already.

Nico was supportive of me taking this job, with his one request being that it was the day shift so I could be home with him every night. That, of course, was no problem for me. I don’t want to work until the middle of the night and then always come home to find him asleep.

I check my phone and see a message from Nico that instantly makes me smile.

Nico:I miss you, piccante. When you get home, I have a surprise for you and I want you naked within thirty seconds.

Me:Or I could give you a little show first…

Me:I need to practice my routine for my next showcase, and I want your opinion on it.

Nico had a pole installed in his apartment for me, and it’s been one of my favorite ways to get him riled up. He always fucks me like a dirty slut afterwards, and I fucking love it.

Nico:Fuck yeah, baby. Can you leave early?

Me:Nope.

Nico:With one phone call, I can have you fired so you have no choice but to come home.

Me:If you do that, I won’t be coming home. Patience is rewarded, Nico.

Nico:It better be.

Smiling, I bite my lip.

I know he’s pouting right now because he’s not getting his way, which means he’s going to be all the more savage later after making him wait.

But after an hour, it’s me who can’t stop thinking about going home early. I don’t know how I’m going to make it another two hours.

I’m pacing the dressing room, talking myself in and out of leaving early, when all the girls come back in and start packing their stuff up.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. We were told to get off stage and leave,” Jess says, shrugging.

“Jon said we’re closing for a few hours because someone smelled gas in the basement when they went to get a case of vodka for the bar.”

Jon is the manager, but he hasn’t sent me a message or anything about it, so I go and find him.

“What’s happening, Jon?”

“We have to close for a couple hours.”

“Someone smelled gas?”

He grins and shakes his head. “No, that’s just a cover.”

“Okay,” I say, dragging out the word. “I don’t understand.”

“You will. I’ll see you tomorrow, Cassie.” He rounds up the bartenders and waitresses to leave, and I’m getting a flashback to a very similar occurrence from five months ago.

That’s when I look around and see one man still here, sitting right in front of the main stage.

One man who is crazy enough to have a packed club emptied so he can have me all to himself.

“I’m waiting, Cassandra,” Nico says, his head not even bothering to turn around to know that I’m here. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

I hurry back to the dressing room and go to the rack of brand-new outfits and accessories I keep stocked in here in case a girl needs something and forgot to bring it.

I choose the ice blue bodysuit that I’ve been dying to try on since I bought it. It has an eighties feel to it because it’s a thong style that’s high cut on the hips like a Baywatch bathing suit, and a deep ‘v’ in the front down to my pussy that laces up just far enough so my nipples are covered.

I take a pair of silver glitter pleaser heels from the rack and secure my feet in them before adding a little lipstick and fluffing my hair out.

The music is controlled from a system hooked-up to a laptop off stage, and I put on “Earned It” by The Weekend. I chose this song for my showcase coming up because I choreographed the routine with Nico in mind. He’s always telling me I earned the fucking he gives me after every performance I give him at home. So now it’s him who’s earned this dance.

The Weekend’s voice starts singing, and I wait for the first downbeat of the drums to saunter out onto stage. Nico’s eyes immediately eat me up and he adjusts himself in the chair.

I knew he’d like this outfit.

This time is much different than the first. I give him a small smile and a wink, and get right into my routine – showing him everything he’s earned these past five months.

When I end my performance crawling to him at the end of the stage, he stands in front of me and reaches for my hair, twirling a piece around his finger.

He tugs on it and I slide my hand around his neck to give him a kiss. “That was your best performance yet, piccante,” he tells me, and I can feel his pulse pounding in his neck under my touch. “And I love this new outfit. But you’re never wearing this outside of our home again. Your pussy swallowed the fabric every time you spread those sexy legs of yours, and I know it’s soaked in your juices right now.” He cups my pussy and bites my bottom lip. “Because I know how much dancing for me turns you on.”

“Yes,” I sigh, moving my hips against his hand.

“And I like this,” he says, pulling the string in the front of the bodysuit so my boobs spill out. “Easy access for a taste.”

Nico plants kisses all around my nipples until they’re hard as pebbles before he flicks them with his tongue. I cry out – so sensitive.

“Nico,” I moan, and he smiles against my chest.

“Just what I wanted,” he murmurs right before he takes one of my nipples into his hot mouth and a bolt of lightning spikes through me and straight to my core.

“Nico,” I moan again, and he does the same to my other nipple, making me whimper with the intensity.

I can feel my pulse in my clit, pounding for attention.

“Please, Nico,” I beg.

“What do you need, la mia rossa piccante?”

“You know,” I say, breathless.

He releases my nipple with a wet pop, and I moan, pulling myself closer to him.

“I do know.” His hand cups my pussy again. “I know this greedy pussy needs attention.”

“Yes,” I hiss, rolling my hips against him.

“Let me feast before I fuck you, baby. Show me how wet you are for me.” I lay back and spread my knees, and Nico groans. “Fuck.”

He grabs me behind the knees and hooks them over his shoulders before he gets to work, sucking me right through the fabric.

He pulls the bodysuit to the side with his teeth and I shudder. I was already so wound up, it only takes a few passes of his tongue swirling around my clit before I’m shaking, ready to explode.

Nico doesn’t let me come, though. He lifts his mouth away and I grunt, lifting my hips to chase him, but he just chuckles darkly. “Not yet, piccante.”

“Nico,” I growl, which only has him smiling like a hunter who’s finally caught his prey.

“I want you to come on my cock, Cassandra.”

“I can do both.”

“Yes, but I have my reasons.” Nico lifts me off the stage to stand in front of him, and then spins me around and presses between my shoulder blades so I’m bent at the waist, gripping the edge of the stage.

I look over my shoulder at him. “What reasons?”

“Just one. And you’ll know soon enough,” he teases, slapping my bare ass cheek.

I bite my lip and moan, pushing my hips back at him.

“That’s my girl. So eager.”

I hear the zipper of his pants fall and Nico nudges my feet apart. He hooks his finger under the fabric covering my pussy and pulls it to the side. The broad head of his cock teases me at my entrance, but he doesn’t go any further.

I try and push back at him to do it myself, but he holds me in place.

“What are you doing?” I whine. “I need you to fuck me, Nico.”

“I know, baby. But if you want that, then I need you to answer a question for me honestly.”

Is he serious? Now? “Fine. Ask.”

“Do you know how much I love you?” he asks, and I’m so caught off guard by the question, I don’t answer right away, and he slaps my ass. “Have I not shown you how much all this time? Told you how much?” He slaps my ass again, and I can feel myself dripping onto his waiting cock.

“Yes!” I scream out.

“Good.” He caresses where he slapped me, nudging his cock at my entrance. “And I know how much you love me.”

“Yes,” I moan, contracting my pussy over and over, trying to get him inside me.

“In that case, will you marry me?”

My heart constricts, and then takes off double-time. “What?”

“Marry me, Cassandra.”

I turn my head and look over my shoulder to see how sincere his eyes are, and they penetrate me to my soul. He’s serious.

“Is this really how you’re asking me?”

“Yes. I had a whole thing set up at home, but you wouldn’t leave early and I couldn’t wait.” He nudges just a little more against my entrance until he slips the tip in.

Ohmygod.

Moaning, I pinch my eyes closed. I’m feeling too much in every part of my body.

“I’m waiting for an answer, Cassandra. You give me the right answer and I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll feel it for days.”

“Nico,” I moan, my inner muscles flexing around him.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes,” I whisper, but it’s not good enough for him.

“I didn’t hear that, Cassandra. Say it louder.”

He starts to pull out, and I yell, “Yes! I’ll marry you!”

“Alright then,” he says smugly, and buries himself in me in a single thrust. “Fuck,” he groans. “This is my pussy.” I moan my agreement. “And this is your dick, baby.” He pulls out and slams right back in. “For the rest of our lives.”

I gasp, then moan, “Yes.”

Nico fucks me so hard, I know I’ll be sore in the most delicious way for days to come. He’s laying claim to his future wife, and that thought alone has me ready to come harder than ever before.

“Come. Now,” he commands, and my body already knows to listen because it has been trained by him.

I think I black out for a few seconds, because my ears are ringing and my eyes are blurry. But that’s just from my screams and the emotions flooding out of me.

Nico growls behind me as he slides both his hands up my back and around to cup my breasts. He pinches my nipples, and I’m so far gone and spent, I cry out and collapse forward against the stage as another orgasm rips through me and Nico fills me with his come.

I didn’t think I had anything left to give.

I lose all sense of time, direction, feeling, and consciousness, because the next thing I know, I’m being carried by two strong arms that feel like absolute heaven and safety around me.

“What took you so long to ask me?” I mumble against him, and he tugs on the ends of my hair.

“Should I have asked you after the first week like I wanted to?” he asks. I know he’s kidding, but I answer him honestly.

“Maybe after the second or third week. I probably would’ve said yes then.”

“Well, fuck me, piccante. I’m sorry I waited so long.”

“You’re forgiven.” I yawn. I’m so tired. “And you can apologize again later by letting me actually come on your tongue this time.”

“You’re perfect,” he says, the amazement in his voice warming my heart.

“I know.”

He slaps my ass. “La mia rossa piccante.”