Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season Book 7), Sam Crescent [red white and royal blue hardcover .TXT] 📗

“Here?”

“You’re my dirty girl. Don’t pretend you’re too good to be fucked right here, right now.”

He unbuttoned his maroon shirt, leaving his jacket on. She loved to touch him while he fucked her, so he’d oblige her.

Bella bit her lower lip as she stepped out of her panties, setting them on the hood beside her. He grabbed her waist and sat her up higher, forcing her legs apart. Her bare pussy glistened. “You’re already wet. You like being naughty, don’t you?”

He didn’t expect an answer.

“How about I suck your cunt first? Or are you scared someone will walk by again?”

She leaned back on her elbows, her chest heaving.

“You’re not saying no.”

Klaus spread her thighs wider, bending over to lap at her folds in the open air. She squealed and jolted. It usually took him a while to get her this worked up. He suckled her clit, fucking her with this tongue as she lay on the hood of his car.

When she was completely wanton, no longer stiff or anxious about being caught, he stood up tall. Klaus unbuckled his belt, then set his gun, metal to metal, on the hood of the car beside her. She watched his every move, not attempting to close her legs. Her pussy was pink and swollen from arousal.

She glanced over at the gun.

“Nothing to be afraid of, Bella.” He took the gun and placed it in her palm. Klaus showed her how to turn off the safety, to line up the sights, and how to pull the trigger. “I’m surprised you were never taught how to defend yourself.”

“I’m a girl. It wasn’t proper. Only my brothers were trained.”

He shrugged, setting the gun back down. “Now you know.”

His cock was rock hard. He grabbed Bella’s hips, tugging her to the edge of the hood. He ran the thick head of his cock up and down her slit until he had her begging for him to fuck her. That was when he thrust in, filling her to overflowing. She was so damn tight around his cock.

She gasped, moaning loud enough to rouse the neighbors. The car rocked, even though he’d pulled the emergency brake. He fucked her pussy hard and fast, building her need higher and higher. She was hot and slick, arching her hips to meet him stroke for stroke.

“You’re all mine, Bella. Mine to fuck. Mine to please.”

“Yes!”

“I won’t stop breeding you until you’re ripe with my baby, Bella. Tell me you want my dick. Say it out loud.”

“I want your big dick, Klaus. I want it all.”

He loved the sound of his name on her lips. Ramming into her, he leaned over enough to hook his arms under her shoulders. They kissed and fucked. It was filthy and perfect. On and on, he pistoned his hips until her body started twitching. She was so close.

“Come for me, Bella. Come all over my dick.”

She panted, her fingers combing into his hair before she pulled hard. He grit his teeth as she milked his cock, bringing his own release to the surface. Klaus filled her with cum, pumping every last seed inside her.

They were both winded.

He helped her carefully up and to her feet. “It’s still early. I’ll take my time with you tonight.” Klaus kissed her one last time before they got back into the car. No matter how much he tried to distract her, he knew Bella was going to be thinking about the coming judgment. But he’d do everything in his power to ease her burden.

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Only two days had gone by before they had their answer. She expected the deliberations to take weeks or longer. She supposed Aldo Vitcorio could see right through her father like everyone else. Tonight, she’d hear the announcement that her husband was free to murder her father. No repercussions.

It had to be done, no matter how much of a bad taste it left in her mouth. She thought of her mother, her brothers, and everyone else in the Lastra family. Her father’s absence would be felt through generations, but if he lived, he’d make sure to ruin their lives. He’d kill her or Klaus the first chance he got—and make it look like an accident.

“Ready?”

Klaus was dressed to the nine, and she had to remind herself it would be inappropriate to strip him naked and fuck him one more time before leaving. Everything about her husband turned her on, body and soul.

“I’m ready,” she said. Today, she wasn’t dressed to attract attention. She wore a long black dress and matching overcoat with low heels. Klaus had braided her hair. It wasn’t perfect, but he was sweet to try.

They made their way to the waiting car. His father and Renzo were up front, so they sat in the backseat, holding hands the entire way.

“Only two days, Klaus. That may be a new record for the outfit,” said Marcel. “Lastra will pay for his sins tonight.”

Isabella swallowed hard. The cityscape flashed along, lights in the darkness.

“Will you do it right away?” she whispered.

“I don’t know, Bella. This isn’t how I usually handle business. However it plays out, I don’t want you watching. As soon as we get the official order, head to the car and wait for me.”

She nodded even though she felt more like screaming.

The mansion came into view and her nerves fired hot. Klaus squeezed her thigh before stepping out of the car. Only the outdoor lighting highlighted the stone paths to the house. The darkness gave the evening a more foreboding feel.

Her father was already inside the great hall. Aldo Vitcorio and his men sat in the same place as they had two days ago. Once they were all inside, the ominous doors were closed behind them.

“A decision has been made,” said the man sitting next to the Boss. “Although we find Carmello Lastra has committed heinous crimes … the restitution is owed to Isabella Accardi, not her husband. She was the intended victim.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Renzo called