Free Dealer and his Bestowed Bride (The Rossi Family Mafia Book 2) by Avery Hawkes Page A

that mattered to me.  
    My hands did quick work on her clit and I banged her hard against the bed. Her fingers clutched the sheets as I worked my way deeper and deeper into her. Finally, I felt her cunt throb in my hands and she let out a moan so loud that I was afraid the entire hotel would hear us.  
    "Oh yah!" she yelled. I picked up the pace, driving my dick into her as orgasm swept through Piper's body. She moaned and I kept going.  
    She moaned as I thrust into her her, gaining speed and power with each thrust. As I watched Piper ride her orgasm to completion, it sent me over the edge. I fell into the warm pool of orgasm and released myself into her body.  
    I let out of moan, pumping my cum into her, filling her every crevice. As soon as she felt me orgasm, Piper let out a sexy noise, like she lived for me to fill her up. I spasmed as I held her hips, our juices mingling together in a sticky, dripping mess.  
    Usually, I would wear protection with a girl, but Piper was different. Even if our marriage was fake, I felt like I wanted her to share all of me. I wanted to seed her and put a baby in her belly. She was the only woman I felt this animalistic need to mate with, but now that I felt it, I would never go back.  
    As my orgasm faded, I collapsed on the bed over her, staying inside of her body. I didn't want to leave her body, I wanted to feel connected to her forever. Sadly, that wasn't possible. Eventually, I pulled out of her, my dick dripping with cum and her juices. Piper was catching her breath as I laid down next to her on the bed. She had the afterglow of orgasm on her face and her cheeks were flushed with red.  
    Fuck, she was beautiful.  
    We stayed like that for a long time, not saying anything to each other. Our passion had been so sudden and I was afraid of how she would react after the chemical high wore off. But she said nothing, mostly staring that the ceiling and staying close to me.  
    RING. RING. RING.
    The phone near the bed about made me jump out of my skin. Piper glanced from me to the phone, then raised an eyebrow.
    "Looks like they're tired of waiting," she said.
    I walked over to the phone and stared at it, afraid of what would happen if I picked it up. There was no doubt who would be on the other line and the fact that they were calling meant they had lost patience with us. There was no more time to procrastinate. I let the phone ring a few more times before Piper sat up.  
    "Hey, are you going to answer that?" She looked annoyed, like the girl who had eagerly taken my dick had been replaced once more by the woman who had destroyed herself on our wedding night.  
    I gathered my courage and picked up the phone.  
    On the other end was a man's voice, deep and heavy with an Italian accent.  
    "6pm. Be at the Boboli Gardens. Wear the clothes hanging in your closet. You will be taken to another location from there."
    The dial tone told me that he had hung up the phone. I stayed with the phone to my ear for a few moments, trying to replay everything he had said in my head.  
    I turned to Piper, "It's time to start this job."

CHAPTER EIGHT
Piper

    Was I in some Orwellian nightmare, or did Luca and I actually have sex? I wriggled in my bright red dress. It was form-fitting and just as uncomfortable as I was inside. I couldn’t believe I would have sex just to procrastinate for a job. Well, it wasn’t just out of procrastination. Deep down I realized we had a connection, but it was purely physical.  
    Luca walked next to me on the sidewalk, adjusting his own new outfit. He was wearing a fine Italian suit that probably cost more than I made last year. I didn’t even want to think about the designer dress and leather shoes that I was wearing. While the Mafia had been the men who forced me into an unwanted marriage, I had to give it to them that they knew how to dress.
    The silence had been awkward since we had left the hotel. I could barely handle the tension between us, especially