CHAPTER SIX

brAXTON

I press my hotel card against the reader and guide Gianna into my penthouse suite. Thank fuck for the black credit card. I could never afford this suite.

And I'm also grateful for the robust identification that Connor had made for me. It passed the Baldassare inspection.

Gianna drops her purse on a table and walks to the windows, staring out across Manhattan. She's an extremely beautiful and sexy woman.

When she stood up out of her chair and fit right under my arm in the bar, I felt an odd sense of wanting to tuck her into me.

Yet, I'm having a moment right now.

I might have had my share of casual sex but never ruthlessly used someone like this. There has always been a mutual attraction and desire to fuck for the same reason.

Pleasure.

Not based on a lie.

I'm not backing out; I just need to acknowledge to myself that what I'm doing is for the greater good.

"Drink?" I ask, not turning any more lights on.

This entire room was prepared and staged. The small lamp in the corner is throwing soft light into the large space, and the lights of the city, along with the full moon, are doing the rest.

It's ripe for romance, or rather, hot sex.

I get the impression that Gianna is not interested in romance. The worse I treated her, the more her eyes have sparkled with arousal.

Noted.

If she wants a dominant lover, then that is what I'll be. Lucky for her, it's my normal setting. But I'm getting a strong impression Ms. Baldassare wants to take it even further.

You're not the first mafia princess I've fucked.

Most women would have slapped me.

It was a test.

I watched her legs press together earlier and then dragged my eyes back to hers, wanting to kiss her right there and then.

Focus time.

This is about getting inside her family and meeting the key members who can show me the path to getting my cousin back.

A long shot. One I have to take.

"Champagne," Gianna says.

Of course. She's a woman who is used to the best of the best at all times. I open the fridge and pull out the bottle of Cristal—prepared like everything else—and pop it off. After pouring two flutes, I walk over to her, and she takes one from me.

"What are we toasting?" Gianna asks, holding it up next to mine.

"Pleasure," I say, tapping my glass gently to hers, waiting for her reaction.

When her eyes dip, my cock juts against my zipper eagerly.

Fuck.

"Gianna," I say darkly, and her eyes shoot to mine. "Drink."

She does as ordered, her eyes never leaving mine.

Jesus, her submission has my cock leaking.

I place both our glasses on the table next to us, then reach out and pull her up against me.

"This is where you say no and leave if you aren't willing to see this through to the end," I say, sliding my hand around the back of her neck.

She bares it in answer, her green eyes daring me.

Challenge accepted, princess.

I whisper a silent apology for what I'm about to do to her but feel no guilt when I remind myself it's to save a life.

Then yank her mouth to mine and all thought about why I'm here vanishes.

I'm here for her.

For us.

For this.

Gianna lets out a cry in the back of her throat as I demand she open her lips and I sweep my tongue inside. Her fingers clench my crisp white Tom Ford shirt as we devour one another hungrily.

Her kiss is far from sweet, and I get the feeling she's been waiting a long time to be fucked properly.

Which is perfect.

Because I need her to fall in love with me.

And introduce me to her family.

Reaching down, I tug the hem of her dress up, baring her thigh before breaking the kiss.

"Remove this," I demand, my voice husky.

Gianna turns, and I like that she's got enough class to do that as I pull down the zipper, letting the black dress fall to the floor.

My god, she's divine.

Black lacy panties and a matching bra greet me.

I undo her bra, and she takes it off and flings it aside. Then stands before me, baring almost all of herself.

"You said you were going to rip my panties off. I hope you don't break that promise," Gianna purrs.

Little minx.

"You need to work for it. Get on your knees, princess." I say, undoing the buttons on my shirt.

"You're rude," she says with a smile and drops to the floor.

I let out a grunt, tossing my shirt away, and yank my belt off. Then, with my hands on my hips, I demand, "Pull my cock out and get that pretty mouth of yours around it."

Her green eyes sparkle excitedly and when she pulls me out of my pants—I'm commando—her tongue reaches out almost automatically and laps at the precum dripping from it.

"You taste like lies and deceit, Braxton," she says seductively.

I almost falter.

"You talk too much," I reply, pushing myself inside her mouth.

This woman is as innocent as a politician, and I would be a fool to underestimate her. She's been raised by a capo—a mob boss—and among gangsters.

If I thought she was some pampered princess, I was wrong. She might want to submit to me, but it's for her own pleasure.

As her mouth moves up and down my shaft, I remind myself it's momentarily for mine, too.

"Good girl, all the way in. Suck me harder," I order and grab both sides of her head as I prepare to fuck her throat.

It's been a while since I had sex. For no other reason than no one grabbed my attention and I've been distracted. So my cock is having a party in her mouth.

And I'm ready to come.

The sounds she makes and the threads of saliva spilling from her have my balls tucking up and that delicious electric spark slicing down my spine.

"Relax for me, sweetheart." I growl, bucking my hips to thrust down her throat. "Yes, fuck. Jesus."

Gianna gags as I bring myself to climax in her mouth, groaning from the white-hot pleasure.

"God," she cries, wiping her mouth and almost collapsing when I pull out.

I catch her arm. "I gotcha."

She's trembling, and I know I'm here for a different reason, but right in this moment what I want most is to taste Gianna's pussy and sink deep inside her when I'm hard again.

I lift her to her feet and ditch my pants, then carry her in my arms to the dining table.

"Now," I say, taking both sides of her panties and dragging them down her legs. "Now I dine."

"That's gross." Gianna moans.

I smile at her as I tug her underwear over her heels, which she still wears, toss them over my shoulder, and spread open her legs.

"I'll be the judge of that. Lie back and be a good little girl while I lick your wet cunt."

I cup one of her breasts and nudge her nipple as she leans back with a sexy moan.

If I was making love to this woman, I would have suckled them, kissed her more, told her how fucking beautiful she is.

But this is not love.

This is pure fucking.

This is me using every inch of her to get inside the Baldassare mafia. The fact my cock is already hardening as I lower my face between her thighs and draw in her feminine scent is dangerous enough.

I swipe my tongue along her glistening pink folds and try to suppress my moan.

I fail.

But she doesn't hear me above her own deep, guttural groans. "Braxton, Jesus."

Hearing my name on her lips as I suck her pussy does something to me. I'm not made for undercover. This is intimate. I search for some walls to wrap around me as I palm her thighs and lift them so I can press my tongue inside her hot, needy cunt.

"Do you like being licked, princess?" I hear myself ask.

"Yes, god. More. Do that, yes that, again." Gianna gasps.

My tongue circles through her flesh and I press my thumb near her rear entrance, interested to see how she reacts. The slight jump tells me she could be a virgin there and I keep that information for later.

Her juices flow onto my tongue as I lap over her clit and back around to her entrance. Then I slide two of my thick fingers inside her.

Her body arches into the invasion.

"Take it, Gianna," I order her. "Relax and stretch so my cock will fit."

"God, please. Fuck me."

I smile.

I'm going to, sweetheart.

I'm going to fuck you, then I'm going to fuck your entire family, if that's what it takes to get my cousin back.