Mafia King: A Mafia Royals Novella Rachel Dyken (ebook audio reader .txt) 📖

as I pulled his head down to mine, our mouths colliding in an explosion of chaos as I tugged at his hair. My legs wrapped around his body, not even able to go halfway as I tried to get closer and failed.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, Tank…I need you. I needed you then. I need you now.”

He groaned, reaching between us, feeling how slick I was between my thighs, ready for him. “You’re perfect.”

I moved his hand away and gripped his cock, guiding it toward my entrance. “This, this is what I need.”

“We don’t have a condom.” His chest heaved as if he were having trouble breathing and hated himself at the same time for saying something in that moment.

I just grinned. “Birth control. You think any of our dads would let us out of their sight without it?”

“Tiny…” His lips tugged again at mine, nipped, then kissed, healed. “Let’s never discuss your dad or anyone else’s again mid-sex, okay?”

I laughed against his mouth. “Good talk.”

“And now…” He thrust inside me with one smooth movement. “No more talking.”

I groaned as he started to move, then pounded at his back when he stopped, only to hear his wicked chuckle each time I got upset.

I’d never felt anything better than being full of him, then feeling his weight against me, him inside me. This was bliss. This was what I’d been missing, like I’d been walking around half of a person for a year.

All I’d needed was for this irritatingly attractive man to make me realize that I’d always been whole.

“Harder.”

“If I go any harder and faster, this is going to be over really quick.” He laughed and then groaned as I clawed at his back more. “Fuck.”

“Yes, that. I want that.” I laughed against his mouth. “Tank, Tank, I think—I don’t know—”

“You’re so close.”

I felt myself tightening, spiraling out of control as I clung to his sweaty skin.

The sound of our bodies moving together, slapping…something about it, combined with the sound of the ocean waves, made me lose it.

Two thrusts later, Tank followed suit.

Panting, we looked at each other, our eyes locking.

A throat cleared.

“Um, yes. Hi, this is Maksim. You know, your cousin who did not, for the record, pull the cabana sheet back and take a peek. Um, the bosses require your uh, presence—”

“Shut up, man, you’re making it worse!” King hissed. “Yo, hey, haha so…funny story, we saw you guys come down here, waited like ten minutes, then thought maybe you er, fell asleep.” He coughed. “And, surprise, you were—”

“Not.” Maksim finished. “I mean, at least that’s not how I sleep, but to each his own, man. To each his own.”

“No. Way.” I covered my face with my hands.

“Good job, Tank!” King felt the need to say. “Ouch, what? At least, she got where…you know what? You’re right, we won’t talk about this.”

“Never happened!” Maksim agreed. “We uh, brought clothes.”

Tank squeezed his eyes shut. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

I fell back against the chair and blew out a breath. “Well, I guess at least they brought us clothes.”

Tank burst out laughing, and then I joined him as we lay there a hot mess—naked and sweaty.

He leaned down and pressed another kiss to my mouth. “We’ll see the bosses, and then I’m locking you in the master suite for the rest of the night.”

I nodded. “Only if you promise to be naked.”

“I’ll even let you tie me to the bed. I know how your brain works. Just don’t leave me there with an erection, ‘kay?”

“Haha, no promises. Better keep me happy.” I trailed a finger down his chest.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it.

“Guyssssss.” Maksim’s voice came again. “Good for you for blowing off some steam, but they said ten minutes, and it’s been way longer. And you still have to somehow get that sex smell off of you, which, honestly, it’s even out here. So maybe…walk faster, Tank, so Sergio doesn’t break your legs for screwing his daughter?”

“Good point.” Tank pulled away from me and then went to the opening of the cabana to poke his head out. “Clothes?”

Maksim said something I couldn’t hear.

Then there was laughter.

Tank kicked at someone.

And then he closed the cabana again.

“Everything okay?” I leaned back on my elbows and watched him approach.

He swore and dropped my sarong and flip-flops onto the other chair. “No. You’re naked, and now you have to put on clothes… Oh, and Maksim’s a jackass.”

“Heard that!” Maksim called.

“You really are, though,” King agreed, loudly.

I threw my head back and laughed. “You’re no saint either, King!”

“Love you, Tiny!”

“Love you, too!”

We hurried and got dressed, discarded the er…towels we’d used to wipe each other down, and quickly started walking with Maksim and King.

It was quiet.

Which was rare with those two.

“I can’t keep it in,” Maksim blurted. “I tried extremely hard, but I just can’t do it, it may kill me.” He turned his perfect fallen-angel face toward me and smirked. “Tank and Tiny…How did he even—?”

Tank lunged for him.

But Maksim was fast.

Probably because he had a mouth on him and had to learn how to run away so he didn’t have to fight. Even though he could probably take on Tank, Tank was still bigger.

King busted up laughing. “He only said what everyone’s going to be thinking.”

I stumbled. “Everyone?”

“Please.” Maksim jogged back. “It’s all over your faces.” He snorted. “Especially this guy’s.” He pointed to Tank. “His face literally says, “Just got laid, five stars, one hundred percent recommend!”

“I’m killing you,” Tank said in a low voice.

“Many have tried.” Maksim just grinned. “All have failed. I’m too pretty.”

King sighed. “Pretty doesn’t keep you alive.”

“And yet, it does.” Maksim shrugged. “One of the world’s great mysteries, I suppose. Oh, and”—he snapped his fingers—“future boss of the Sinacore Family. No big…”

Tank just laughed. “If you make it that long.”

“Hey, hey.” Maksim slapped him on the back. “I was just curious. Besides, it’s not like anyone can keep a secret around here when people are having sex, need I refresh your young minds about the