Mob Boss Milkmaid (2 page)

I couldn’t help but smile. The man was just so damn charming.

“Come.” Marco guided me to an expensive-looking sofa beside the fire. “Let me prove that you have nothing to fear from me.”

I sat on the couch and wondered what would happen next. Oddly, after spending only a few moments in his company, I was starting to feel more at ease. It wasn’t only Marco’s outward smile and soothing words that comforted me, but the way he looked at me. God, the man had gorgeous eyes that seemed to look straight into my heart.

“Closer,” Marco urged. “I want to touch you, but I’ll do nothing against your will.”

Was I interested in being touched by such a charismatic man? Yes, but why? How could I possibly be so attracted to a man as dangerous at Marco? Not only that, but I was a married woman. Granted, Tony had basically offered me up on a platter to save his own ass, but that was beside the point.

As I scooted over, I decided to lay it out for Marco. He seemed like the kind of man who respected honesty, so I prayed he wouldn’t take offence. “I know I don’t have any right to ask, but if I comply with everything you want from me for the next six months, will you help me leave Tony?”

Marco slid his right arm around my waist and pulled me closer. He stared down at the bruise on my cheek for several seconds before answering. “I don’t want you to
comply
with my wishes, Ella. I want you to want me. Let me show you how a man should treat a woman as special as you are.” He rang his fingertips down the side of my face so tenderly it almost brought tears to my eyes. “Even if you turn me away, I’ll help you rid yourself of that vile husband of yours.”

I was stunned at Marco’s sincerity. Even in the early days of my relationship with Tony, never had I been given something without expectations of something in return. “You would do that?”

“Of course.”

How could I not give myself to a man who treated me with such respect? Mind made up, I took a deep breath before getting to my feet. I turned to face Marco. “Is it okay if I sit on your lap?”

Marco opened his arms. “I wish you would.”

With my short skirt, I was certain it would hike up indecently, but I didn’t care. He would see all of me eventually anyway. I planted my left knee on the sofa cushion before straddling Marco’s lap.

Marco’s hands settled immediately on my ass as he smiled at me. “You’re too good to be true.”

I returned his smile. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.” I rested my hands on his broad shoulders. “Will you tell me what you need from me while I’m here?”

“I’ll need you to be mine in all things. I want you at my side for the social events that I’m expected to attend. When we’re here, unless I’m discussing business, I want you at my side.”

“What about Annie?” Not only would I need to feed my daughter, but Marco needed to understand Annie would always come first in my life.

“You can bring her in here. I practically raised my brothers after my mother’s death. I love children.” Marco pulled me even closer until I felt the hard ridge of his arousal against my clit.
Christ.
It had been a while since a mere touch had the power to get me wet.

Before I let my desire cloud my common sense, I had one more question to ask. “Are Annie and me in danger if we stay here?”

Marco looked thoughtful as he began to unbutton my pale yellow blouse. “I won’t lie to you. This house is very well guarded, so you should both be safe here.” He pulled the shirt out of the waistband of my skirt and pushed it off my shoulders. “However,” he began as his eyes focused on the swell of my breasts over the white lace bra, “when the two of us go out, there will always be a certain level of danger.” He met my gaze. “May I?”

I looked down to where his forefinger brushed across the front latch of my bra. My breasts had always been larger than average but breastfeeding had made them even bigger. “Yes,” I whispered.

My sex life with Tony hadn’t been the greatest and he’d never shown any interest in sipping the milk from my breasts, so I was curious what it would feel like if someone other than my daughter nursed.

Marco unlatched the bra and moaned as my sensitive tits bounced at the sudden lack of support. “So beautiful.” He lifted my right breast to his lips and kissed the hardened nipple. “I saw a mother feeding her baby a few months ago, and I haven’t been able to get the image out of my mind.”

He spoke so reverently, that I couldn’t help but ask. “Have you ever nursed?”

Marco shook his head. “I loved my mother, but she wasn’t the kind of woman who would put the needs of her children above her own.” He gently pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and was rewarded with a drop of milk. “Fascinating,” he murmured as he bent to touch the pebbled flesh with the tip of his tongue.

I cradled the back of his neck with my palm before pulling his head closer to my breast in silent approval.

Marco wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked.

My hips gave an involuntary thrust as a thread of heat wound its way through my body. I blinked several times, trying to clear my muddy brain. Never had Annie’s nursing caused such a reaction.

Marco released my breast and stood with me still in his arms. He gently laid me down on the sofa before moving to stretch out on top of me. “I’ve never tasted anything sweeter,” he whispered against my lips. He scooted down my body before latching onto my breast once more.

I could feel the cool leather of the couch against my ass, so I knew my skirt had to be around my waist, but the more he suckled, the wetter I got. “Touch me,” I begged, spreading my legs.

Without taking his mouth from my nipple, Marco pushed aside my panties and thrust two fingers deep into my pussy. I cried out at the invasion before I could stop myself. “Sorry.”

“Never apologize for what you feel,” he said as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of my sopping pussy. “Tell me you want me inside of you.”

At the moment, I doubted I’d ever wanted anything more. “Please, give me your cock.”

Marco climbed off my body to stand over me. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever touched,” he said, taking off his suit jacket.

Although I had my doubts about that, I reveled in the compliment. “I’m glad you think so.”

Marco bent over and lapped at the milk beaded on my nipples as he loosened his tie. “I don’t know how I’m going to ever let you out of my sight long enough to work. Perhaps I’ll make you sit on my lap as I conduct business,” he mused with a grin. “Would you like that?”

I glanced at the prominent bulge pressing against the fly of his suit pants and nodded. Never had I felt so sexual, but there was something about the way he looked at me that made me want to give him all of me.

“Hmm?” He prompted as he rid himself of his white dress shirt. “Would you sit on my lap and let my fingers or my cock fuck in and out of you as I conduct business?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips.

“And what if I have someone in my office? Would you still let me touch you?” he asked.

I could tell by his heated gaze that he wanted me to agree, and, although, I’d never had an audience, my pussy clenched at the mere mention of someone watching Marco pleasure me. “If that’s what you want,” I finally replied. “I’m yours, remember?”

He made a pleased sound before unzipping his pants. “You are my fantasy.”

One look at his cock heavily veined cock, and I returned the sentiment. He was much bigger than Tony, but I wouldn’t let that deter me from what I wanted. “As you are mine.” I reached for his erection, but he pulled away before I could touch him.

“I need to fuck.” He draped my left leg over the back of the sofa before ripping my panties from my body. “From now on, you will go without these.” He dangled the ripped lingerie from his fingertip before tossing it away. “I’ll buy you clothes that enhance your body and feel good against your soft skin.”

I flicked my gaze back and forth between his face and his shaft, wondering what kind of clothes turned Marco on. “Okay.”

Drawing his finger up my wet slit, he knelt between my spread thighs. “What a pretty pink pussy you have.”

My hips thrust when he pressed the pad of his thumb against my engorged clit. I wanted to beg him to taste me, but, first, I wanted his cock. “Please?” I begged again.

Marco grabbed his erection by the base and guided it toward my cunt. He drew the mushroom head back and forth across my clit several times before plunging into me with one powerful thrust. My breath caught at the enormity of his cock in my tight channel.

“Like a fucking glove,” Marco hissed.

I smiled up at him as the uncomfortable fullness gave way to pleasure like I’d never known. Tony had been my first and only, so I’d had no idea what I’d been missing out on while being with him. Not only had I suffered Tony’s cruelty of late, but I’d also been given the short end of the stick—literally.

I watched Marco stare down at our joined bodies as his dick began to slowly slide in and out of me. “Your pussy is hungry for my cock,” he said.

“Yes,” I agreed.

I tried to wrap my legs around his waist, but he shook his head and grabbed my ankles. Opening me further, he began to piston his hips back and forth, fucking me harder with each stroke. “I want to see my dick coated in your cream as it slides out of you.”

Wow. Tony had never spoken to me in such a frank manner, but my body immediately responded to Marco’s words, setting off my first climax. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as pleasure shot through my body as Marco continued to hammer in and out of me through my orgasm.

“Say my name,” he ordered.

“Marco,” I panted.

“I want everyone in this house to know you’re mine.” Still holding my ankles, he leaned over and captured my right nipple between his lips. I bent my knees to accommodate the new position as my body geared up for another explosion. Tony had given me two climaxes in a single night before, but never had I experienced two within a five-minute period.

I pressed my palms against Marco’s chest and tried to dislodge him. “It’s too much. I can’t.”

Marco released my nipple and grinned. “You can, and you will.” He ground his thatch of black pubic hair against my clit. “Give yourself to me fully, and I’ll make your wildest dreams come true.”

The pressure against my swollen bud had me careening headfirst into another orgasm. “Marco!”

“That’s it,” he grunted. Releasing his hold on my ankles, he pinched my nipples. Warm milk sprayed his face and neck as he buried his cock deep into my pussy. “You’re mine!” he growled loud enough for the entire household to hear as he came inside of me.

The sight of the milky white droplets against his naturally bronzed skin had to be one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed, and I knew at that moment I’d give everything I had to Marco over the next six months.

Chapter Two

After two months of living with Marco, I was used to waking alone. I dressed in the white silk robe Marco bought for me, and went in search of Annie.

“Morning,” I greeted when I opened the door to the nursery.

In the process of changing the crib sheet, Maria smiled at me. “Good morning, Ella.”

I looked around the room. “Where’s Annie?”

“Mr. Carducci took her downstairs a few minutes ago.”

“Thanks.” I yawned as I made my way down to the kitchen. The hours spent satisfying Marco’s sexual appetite were starting to catch up with me, and I knew I would need a nap later in the day.

I found my handsome mob boss in the kitchen, feeding Annie what appeared to be baby cereal. “What’re you doing?” I asked.

Marco lifted a linen napkin and wiped Annie chin. “We’re having breakfast.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “If she was hungry again, you should have brought her to me.”

He shrugged. “You were tired, so I called the doctor and asked if it was too early to start Annie on cereal. He was surprised to discover you hadn’t yet started.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but quickly snapped it closed again. I couldn’t defend myself. Annie’s own pediatrician had suggested I supplement her diet with solid food over a month earlier, but I’d been reluctant to give up our special time together.

Marco pat his thigh. “Join us.”

I looked around for Marco’s cook. “Where’s Angie?”

“Off to the market.” He grinned at me. “But it wouldn’t matter, would it?”

I shook my head and moved to sit on his muscular thigh. It still amazed me how in shape Marco was for a man of his age. “How’s she doing?” I leaned over and kissed Annie’s chubby cheek.

“She loves it.” He handed me the spoon. “You finish while I give you a proper good morning greeting.”

I dipped the small spoon into the oatmeal as Marco untied the sash of my robe. At the first touch of his hands on my sensitive breasts, I shivered and tried to concentrate on getting the spoon into Annie’s mouth.

Marco kissed my neck. “We’re expected at Lucca’s birthday party on Friday, so I’ve asked Maurice to send some gowns over for you to try on.”

It would be my first venture out of the house on Marco’s arm, and I felt both apprehensive and excited. “Where’s the party?”

“Lucca’s. He prefers to use his own men for security instead of having it at a public venue.” Marco gently rubbed his thumb across my nipple. “Still sore?”

“No, they’re fine.” Annie had required more feeding than usual lately and between seeing to her needs and satisfying Marco’s constant attention, I woke the previous day to find my nipples chapped and sore. Thankfully, Marco put a call into his private physician and was able to get some kind of miracle salve.

“Good because I’d like to go back to bed for an hour or so after you finish feeding the princess.” He winked at me.

I sighed in contentment. I wasn’t the only one who’d been on the receiving end of his attention and generosity. On more than one occasion I’d entered the nursery only to find Marco, clad in an expensive suit, with Annie asleep in his arms. It was quickly becoming clear that he’d meant what he’d said on my first evening in the mansion. Marco wanted a family, even if he had to take another man’s. I nearly snorted. Tony cared more about cheating and making money than he did for his daughter or me. As far as I was concerned, we’d both be better off with Marco.