A Devil’s Pawn (Jersey City Kings #2)
Chapter 1 Massimo
Massimo
My gaze does not leave Sophia’s uptilted face as her wide-open eyes stare at me while lying in my arms. “Tomorrow, in front of my family and closest friends, you will become my wife, for better or worse, you will say I do. For one year, you are mine, kitten.” I kiss the beautiful warm and moist lips of the woman who used to be my enemy and who because of her loss will now be my wife.
Sophia, after weeks of denying me, resisting her impulses and need for pleasure, broke, giving in to her passions and screaming my name as I brought her to an earth-defying climax.
There is no gloating as I would have done so many weeks ago, just an undeniable blood-pumping satisfaction that she will now be my wife.
No matter that in my mind, I saw it happening so many other fucking ways.
Not at a time when she just overheard me having conversations that weren’t meant for her ears and that I wanted to protect her from hearing.
But oddly, that’s what it took to earn her trust, to allow her to let her walls down and give herself to me.
Hearing the conversation, and me ordering the protection of her family no matter that the Cassones are enemies of the Rosellis.
I will protect whoever is important to Sophia, because from the first moment I saw her, one way or another, the woman with light in her eyes was going to be mine.
And now, we will enter into another contract first thing tomorrow.
She will say I do and will belong to no one but me.
She looks at me still hazy from the way I fucked her.
The mattress moves softly as I draw her to my chest, keeping her nestled there and drawing a silk sheet to cover her while her heart slowly begins to calm.
The way Sophia shivered in my arms as I held her through every tremor as she came undone for me, the way she screamed my name in the throes of passion, effectively losing the bet, ensures that she will become my wife tomorrow.
Sophia may not be one hundred percent convinced that this arrangement will work, but I don’t take no for an answer.
I plan to make it work, despite my family and their intervention, despite the other mafia families who want to keep the Rosellis and Cassones at war.
I am a determined man, and I won this bet from my little kitten fair and square.
When I told her that she’ll pay that debt tomorrow, I meant every word.
She’s mine now, she can’t take the words back now.
No matter that she still worries her family’s debt won’t be paid.
I will pay every fucking cent. The money is nothing compared to the light that she brings to my darkness.
She’ll never have to worry about that again, all Sophia Maria Cassone will have to worry about now, is me.
Yet she asks me again, stroking the firmness of my mouth with a finger as she traces my lips. “What happens now, Massimo Roselli?”
My fingers lace with hers, pushing her arms above her head, kissing the sensitive skin of her neck as she purrs her pleasure against my ear.
“Tomorrow when I enjoy your cream kitten, it will be all mine. I plan to dress my wife in the most delicate of lace for our wedding day and then peel every layer from your body with my teeth, before making you mine in the dirtiest of ways.”
Sophia’s belly tightens beneath me as she shivers at my words.
I use my knee to part her thighs, giving me access to the beautiful wet velvet at her center.
I should have had my fill, but I’m not sure if I will ever get enough, especially when every touch gets such a lusty response from my kitten.
My belt still lays on the bed beside us.
“Hands.” She knows to stretch them above her head.
I use it to wrap her wrists, buckling her to the headboard of my bed before kissing slowly and teasingly down her length, making her squirm with unleashed desire before rubbing the end of my raging cock up and down her slit, then sinking balls deep into her heat.
She says my name, softly. Now that she’s lost the bet, my name on her tongue comes easy.
My name on her moist lips makes my cock throb deep inside of her.
My little kitten made me wait before she said my name, and for that, now she’s going to pay over and over again on the end of my dick, because torturing her, bringing her to the brink of one orgasm after another and making her scream my name is something I want to do again and again.
I tease her unmercifully, enjoying the fact that she’s at my mercy, teasing the sensitive flesh of her neck, her breasts, and the little tips that love to be nipped with my teeth and caressed with my tongue until she’s so fucking wet that she’s about ready to come.
She’s too far, and I don’t intend her to go over the edge yet. I draw out, rubbing my cock against her pretty and wet little pussy, caressing her nub with the hardness of my dick, leaning over her to whisper in her ear. “Tell me why you said my name, kitten?”
Sophia’s hips move in circles, caught up in the feel, captured and unable to move anywhere but against the pleasure that I give.
“Because I trust you,” she whispers, causing my chest to tighten with possessive need.
She is the most perfect little kitten, so responsive and more intoxicating than any alcohol I could fathom, seeping into my blood with every sultry look.
I grasp the smooth tight flesh of her thighs, lifting her legs, pushing them apart so I can see her velvety wetness, gleaming and ready for my cock.
And when I drive deep this time, she feels me all the way to the very end of her.
I hit that little button deep inside that drives her to the very brink.
And this time, she doesn’t clench her ass, bite down on her lips or anything to keep herself from spilling my name from her lips, the way she has so many times before.
No, this time, she takes everything that I have to give, my cock driving deep, over and over again, sliding against the spot she loves, rubbing in just the right way as I pull out before driving back in and sending her over the edge as she screams my name. “Massimo!”
Listening to my kitten spill my name from her lips in unabashed ecstasy makes me come like I’ve never done before, rope after rope of strong desire spilling into her hot little pussy while she milks my dick with her silky hot center, making the release driven and intense.
So fucking long I’ve been waiting to hear that sound, and now I want to make her repeat it time and time again.
I unbuckle her from my bed with one hand, keeping us joined as I cradle her to me, rolling her onto her side so I can see the light in her eyes.
Hazy with lust, but so very much alive. A fucking compliment to every dark-hearted piece of my very soul.
After tomorrow, Sophia will really be mine.
A vow said in front of the priest, my family, and to God above. My wife.
“Mine,” I murmur against her ear. “My wife. For an entire year.”
Sophia swallows and her delicate throat contracts with the movement.
It reminds me of how it looks when she has my cock deep in her throat.
I continue stroking her swollen and sensitive tips even while our breathing starts to calm.
Her eyes meet mine with question though, still concerned about the future, the wars, and what our families think.
“And what happens at the end of the year?”
My chest tightens. I won’t lie, but saying the words doesn’t come easy. “I meant what I said, kitten. At the end of the year, if you no longer wish to be wed, I will let you go.”
Those eyes, so full of trust and pure emotion see right through to my fucking soul. “I trust you, Massimo. You’re a man of your word. A good man who put me and my family above your own. I wasn’t intending to listen, but I heard every word you said. You protected the people I love.”
She’s not wrong, and giving up some things in order to protect her will come with a price to pay, but that’s not for her to worry about right now. For now, it’s enough that she will be mine, and safe from those who wish to do her and the Cassones harm. At least from my family.
My kitten doesn’t need to know or worry about the list of people with vendettas against the Cassones and that the list is growing at an exponential pace, getting longer the more I learn and uncover buried secrets about her father’s dealings.
The people I trust the most, they have their ears to the ground, confirming who’s in bed with who in the dirty underground dealings of mergers, sales, and shipping of products to those who have the most money to spend or bid in the complex world of underground power and criminal games.
Stockpiled knowledge that will come in handy one day.
When the timing is right blood will spill on the streets for what they’ve done.
Sophia worries the debt her family owes mine won’t be paid, but I now know for certain that it’s not her or her family’s debt to pay.
No, Barcelo Gallini thought he was smart and ordered the hijacking of our trucks through the Cassone soldiers.
And now, after so long, I can finally prove it.
I just wish we had known it sooner, because it would have saved my kitten from so much grief, but at the same time, it’s what forced us together after all.
And now that she’s said my name, she’s mine for a year.
No matter what, for her, there’s no going back on that deal.
I’m not a superstitious man, but no less, I’m calling the night I saw her and turn of events fate.