Drawn To Darkness (Kings Of Mafia)

“So you basically fired me,” I say, lifting my eyebrow at Dario, where he’s standing in the doorway of his office.

“No. I got a replacement to work as a janitor at the ballet company because you need time to heal after the shit you went through.”

“I’ve been off for a week. The bruises have faded a lot,” I argue. “Besides, I work the night shift where no one actually sees me. I can go back to work.”

He walks closer to me, and taking a deep breath, he says, “I’m not referring to the bruises, Tesoro. You need to process everything that happened to you.”

“I’m much better.” Taking hold of his hand, I grip it between both of mine. “Shit happened, and I’m moving on. You should, too.”

His eyes narrow on my face. “We’re not talking about me.” His expression grows softer. “You killed a man and watched another woman die. You got drugged and beaten. You don’t have to be strong around me. I know it will take time.”

God, I love this man.

A smile forms around my lips. “Growing up in Brownsville, I’ve seen a lot of shit. You learn to accept what happened and go on with your life.” Not wanting him to think I’m heartless, I add, “A part of me will always feel sad for Milania, but the rest of the stuff that happened is old news.”

He stares at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine. “Okay.” He lets out a sigh, then spits out the truth, “I don’t want you to work as a janitor.”

Letting go of his hand, I cross my arms over my chest. I tilt my head, raising my right eyebrow. “So you are firing me.”

“No. Can’t you think of it as a promotion?”

“A promotion to what?”

“My personal assistant whose only job is to give me love twenty-four-seven.”

I let out a burst of laughter because, even though he’s so freaking sweet, he drives me crazy.

“I can’t be a stay-at-home wife. I need to keep busy.”

He wraps his arms around me. “I like the sound of stay-at-home wife.”

“No.”

His eyes drift over my face. “I don’t want you working nights. I want you next to me in bed where you belong.”

Understanding where he’s coming from, I say, “Fine, but I still need to find a job for during the day.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not going to fight me on it?”

He shakes his head. “As long as you work regular hours, we’re good.”

I step closer to him. “You’re kind of bossy.” I press a kiss to his jaw and give him a seductive look. “I like it.”

“Hmm…”

Dario lifts me from my feet, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom and kicks the door shut with his foot.

“Are you trying to distract me from going job hunting?” I ask, my voice filled with lust.

“Yes. I’m going to fuck all the restless energy out of you.”

“Are you going to fuck me into submission, Mr. La Rosa?” I tease before my teeth tug at his earlobe.

I’m shoved down on the bed, and like a man possessed, Dario practically rips my jeans and sweater off.

I don’t even have time to undo half the buttons on his shirt when he pushes my legs open and aligns his cock with my entrance.

Dario enters me so hard, my body curls forward, and my fingers grip his shirt as if my life depends on it.

“Jesus,” I gasp.

He pulls out, and when he slams into me again, a growl ripples from his chest.

Not having time to struggle with buttons, I rip his shirt open so my hands can feast on his chest.

Dario’s fingers wrap around my throat. He forces my head back, then his mouth claims mine in a kiss that makes my abdomen tighten and my pussy clench around his cock.

He keeps plunging into me, and needing somewhere to hold onto, I grab hold of his ass. It allows me to feel how his muscles tighten with every thrust, and my ovaries practically explode.

“Shit, Dario,” I whimper from how intense it feels. “Baby, I need–”

I’m shoved down onto the bed, his grip around my throat tightening until he’s a second away from cutting off my air supply. His other hand grips my hip, and he hammers hard into me.

“Ah,” is the only sound I can make as he sets fire to my pussy with his cock.

My body keeps tensing more and more, pleasure threatening to overwhelm me at any moment. It keeps building and building and fucking building until I let out a desperate cry.

Dario’s thumb brushes lightly over my clit, and it’s all it takes to make me detonate like a bomb.

The orgasm is so intense I can’t breathe and lose complete control of my body as it convulses.

“That’s right, Tesoro. Come hard for me,” Dario growls as his pace turns from rough to short, quick thrusts.

Whimpers start to spill over my lips, my eyes locked on his face that looks borderline brutal.

His fingers tighten even more around my neck, and I gasp for air, my hand flying up to grab hold of his wrist.

A second later, he jerks inside me with a groan, and his grip on my neck eases enough for me to breathe.

He keeps fucking me through his orgasm, and each thrust intensifies the pleasure still seizing my body.

Dario’s mouth finds mine again, and as his movements slow to a leisurely pace, he kisses me the way he did on our first date.

It feels as if he’s worshiping me, and my heart surrenders completely to him.

I let go of the old and embrace this new life that’s been given to me.

His arm slips around me, and I’m moved further up the bed before he lies down on top of me, his mouth never leaving mine.

His cock pushes back inside me before he keeps still, showing me how much he loves me with his tongue and teeth.

I’m so caught up in my man, I have no idea how much time passes. At some point, Dario begins moving again, this time keeping the pace slow and deep as he fills me with his cock.

There’s a buzz of pleasure that keeps growing in intensity, and it feels like I’m just orgasming and orgasming.

It’s heaven, and I don’t want this moment between us to end.

Dario frees my swollen lips, and locking eyes with me, he whispers, “I love you so fucking much.”

I wrap my arms and legs around him, and cling to him as he finds his release for a second time deep inside me.

While he shudders through his orgasm, I say, “I love you just as much, baby.”

When we’re completely satisfied and tired, he doesn’t move off me, but just keeps staring at me.

Lifting my hand to his hair, I brush my fingers through the light brown strands and ask, “What are you thinking about?”

“That I could stay in this position all night.”

“We don’t have to get up.” My lips curve up. “I love feeling you inside me.”

“Good,” he murmurs before feathering kisses along my jaw. “Adoro il modo in cui si sente la tua figa attorno al mio cazzo.”

Brushing my hands up and down his broad back, I ask, “What does it mean?”

“I love the way your pussy feels around my cock.”

Remembering he said those words before, I grin up at him.

Hearing Bella scratch by the door, Dario presses another kiss to my mouth before he climbs off me.

I scoot off the bed, and as I walk to the bathroom, he opens the door slightly so Bella can squeeze through the gap, then shuts it again.

In the mood for a relaxing hot bath, I open the faucets to let water in before I quickly clean between my legs.

“Whatever happened to you getting condoms?” I call out so he’ll hear me in the bedroom.

“I think they’re in the bedside drawer,” he mutters as he comes butt-naked into the bathroom.

I haven’t had much of a chance to look at his body, and I let my eyes slowly drift over every inch of him.

Bella makes herself comfortable on the bathroom mat, happy to be near us.

“You’re hot,” I mention, my gaze still feasting on him.

“Glad you like what you see, Tesoro.”

When there’s enough water in the tub that’s probably as big as the bathroom in my apartment, I get in.

“Move up,” Dario orders before climbing in behind me.

He pulls me backward until I’m resting against his chest.

Soaking in the warm water, I let out a happy sigh.

“Want me to ask Skylar if she needs another waitress?” he asks.

I move my head so I can glance up at him. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all. I’d prefer it if you worked at Yukhaejang.”

“I bet the tips there are awesome,” I mutter.

“And the hours are reasonable,” he adds.

True. It won’t take up all my time, which will give me a chance to explore and idea I’ve been playing with. Now that I have more money than I know what to do with, I want to give something back to the community I grew up in.

I just have to think of a way I can make a difference in their lives.