Niko POV
I laid awake for a while, lightly caressing my fingertips over this woman's back. Her body was sprawled out on mine and she slept like a rock. After I fucked her hard, I flipped her over and couldn't peel my eyes off her body.
She was fucking perfect. Those long black eyelashes fluttered closed then popped open, showing me those hazel eyes with a slow burning fire in them. She was desperately trying to stay awake just to watch me watch her.
Her pussy was so fucking swollen, coated in her juices and my cum, making me moan in satisfaction. I loved taking every piece of her then leaving her destroyed under my arms. She was mine.
I cleaned her some then slowly pushed into her. Her eyes were closed, but her lips let out little whimpers. I was overwhelmed with this feeling of content and happiness that I needed to have her one more time before I found my sleep.
I moved slowly inside her, hissing in ecstasy. Fuck, I was making love to this woman and loving every fucking second I owned her body. She wiggled some, but was too exhausted to open those eyes again. A part me was glad because watching how her body fully reacted to me right now would be too much. My head lowered to her neck, taking little nibbles of her skin as all my emotions swirled in my body. I was about to explode and it was going to be like nothing I had ever felt before.
"Fuck Viv, you consume every part of me, fuck baby." I whispered in grunts and whines about to release. "No one can take my dick so good." I squeezed out of my lips so close to my finish. "Fuck, that's it kitten!" I yelled through gritted teeth then fireworks went off in my dick, exploding my white seed into her.
I couldn't move an inch as I pumped hard and long. I grunted loud, cursing how fucking good this woman made me feel then collapsed down on her. My body had nothing left in it. She took it all and I willingly gave it to her.
I slept like a baby all night, waking with this uneasiness in my chest. I didn't move, just caressed her body wrapped around me. I was in too deep with this woman and I needed to get my shit under control. She was a wild temptress that could undermine my position.
The war that started back when my father was Capo was because of a woman just like Viv. Marcusio's head boss fell in love with Grasso's first wife. Both married to another but stupidly carried on an affair. When Peter Marcusio asked for a divorce, my father denied his request.
We didn't believe in divorce. I found that hilarious considering all the shit we did and all the infidelity. Why would divorce matter? The reason my father told me was about honor and unity though. We couldn't have broken families and shared children. We were stronger as one and had a duty to our name to honor.
When we married, we didn't have to treat each other well, but we needed to remain united. All I know is after that somehow Peter Marcusio and Jonathan Grasso became allies, then they came after my family. My parents were both shot with one bullet to the head. Marcusio's men raided my house, taking out most our staff, guards, and my sister.
I was only eight years old when I returned home from school. I took a detour through the woods, which probably saved my life. I stopped by a lake to fish for a while then finally headed home to find a blood bath at my doorstep. Tommy's father had arrived by then and he took me under his wing. He became Capo and I became second.
My mother wasn't from a strong bloodline so when Tommy's father remarried and had him, he became more powerful taking second and myself third. As I said though, I didn't care. I was better as a protector than a leader.
As for women, I had no desire to feel anything for them. Our laws for arranged marriages made sense because if we let ourselves be consumed by another, we do stupid things. We start wars that get too many of our men killed.
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Mafia Prisoner: Book 1
RomansaVivian's world is turned upside down when her sweet, fun loving boyfriend, Tommy, is killed and makes his cousin Niko vow to protect her. Niko is a brutal man thrown to the head of the families after the loss of his cousin and uncle. The last thing...
