Page 15 of Big Beefy Kingpin

Me, the broken girl with more baggage than he would know what to do with. He said he would protect me, but I can’t help but wonder how he’d react if he found out the truth.

Back at the Casino, when my eyes met my cousin Liam’s across the room, I’d been sure I had imagined him. I got the same feeling he’d thought the same as his brows wrinkled in confusion. But then I saw the recognition dawn and he had started to move towards me.

My blood had run cold. Panic had taken over.

Of all the people, I just had to run into my cousin. I had no hope that he wouldn’t report my return to Vegas to my Uncle Patrick. I was terrified that he’d take me back to his father and the life I’d worked so hard to build would be over but then… Roman had grabbed me, his eyes assuring me of protection, and then some.

I’d sworn to never trust anyone with ties to any Mafia, as they were all the same, but Roman… he’d begged me to trust him.

And I had.

Looking into his eyes, I know more than anything that it’s him I want. My family had tried so hard to sell my virginity off but now… I want him to be the one to take it.

I follow his hands to his fly and watch with fascination as he unbuttons his slacks. The memory of riding his erection earlier sends an ache to my sex. The sound of his zipper is loud, cutting through the tension in the room.

I watch under lust-filled glazed eyes as he lowers his slacks, dragging his briefs down to reveal his cock. My eyes widen and my breath grows heavy when I see his huge member.

Oh, Christ,there is just no way...

My thighs close instinctively and my breathing grows labored when he steps out of his pants and moves closer to the bed.

“Hey,” he says thickly, his black eyes on me. “Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not,” I whisper, the tremor in my voice betraying my true feelings.

He raises a single thick brow, kneeling on the bed. He captures my knees with his massive hands, caressing his way up my thigh before grabbing my waist and drawing me to him. “I’m going to make you feel good, Amore. I would never hurt you, not if I can help it.”

“I know,” I whisper, assured by his words but it’s not enough to completely erase the nerves.

Roman settles between my thighs, his deep olive skin such a beautiful contrast against my pale skin. He leans in and kisses me, erasing all thoughts from my brain when his lips meet mine.

I taste myself on his lips when he twines our tongues together, deepening the kiss.

“Sit up beautiful girl, let’s get this dress off you,” he whispers against my lips. I obey, sitting up and breaking our kiss briefly when he draws the dress over my arms. I moan into the kiss when he runs his hand over my breast, tugging my stiff buds between his fingers as he gently pushes me to my back.

“So perfect,” he grits, sliding his mouth against mine. “You’re perfect little criminal, and mine.”

I gasp when I feel the hard ridge of his cock against my wet sex. He breaks from the kiss and rakes his teeth up my jaw, gently nipping at my ear. He cradles my ass with the other hand, gently squeezing as his lips explore my body.

“Yes, Oh, God!” I cry out when he rubs his cock against my wetness, lust building up as if I didn’t already come twice tonight.

“You’re so wet for me baby,” he rasps, his heavy breath fanning my skin and sending a delicious tug to my pussy. “I can’t wait to be inside of you and pluck that ripe cherry.”

“Yes…” I breathe, my lips parting in a gasp when I feel the head of his shaft press against my sex.

He looks up, eyes on mine as he tightens his hand on my thigh, a second before thrusting his entire length into me.

I cry out his name, digging my nails into his arms at the pain of the intrusion. Christ, it hurt more than I’d imagined it would, but my body calms down when I realize that the pain is fading at the stretch of his cock.

“Fuck, baby. You feel perfect. You feel so fucking amazing.” Roman curses, dropping his forehead against mine. A shudder runs through his body as he whispers, “Are you okay?”

I try moving my hips, testing to see how I feel but other than the mild discomfort, the pain is already gone.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, seeking his lips. “Please kiss me.”

Roman leans in and drags his lips over mine in an achingly intimate way and I find myself looping my arms over his shoulders and drawing him closer.

“Mine,” he growls against my lips, his words going straight to my heart.

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