Dark Mafia Kings by Penelope Wylde

Chapter Thirteen

Matteo popped his neck from side to side. “Talk fast. I don’t have a lot of patience tonight.”

A man who liked to hit the powder a little too hard on the weekends and push guns the other five days of the week cleared his throat on the other end of the phone. “Listen, Matteo. There are rumblings. You need to listen.”

“Then talk and stop bullshitting around.” Matteo clutched the phone a little tighter and took a deep breath. Mikhail’s death took a toll on all of them and the months they’d spent hunting the fucker who did in his best friend’s brother grew more elusive by the damn day.

“Look for a man. He’s always wearing a red suit. I don’t know his name. Just as for Red.” The corridors of Haven were dark, nearly all the members either in their assigned rooms or gone for the evening.

With his thoughts buried in the events of the evening, he drew up short at first when a hint of a familiar scent caught him off guard.

He smiled.

“Red?”

“Yeah.”

He ended the call and sent off a quick text to Lucian with the odd details. What fucker wore a red suit besides fucking Santa Claus?

His phone vibrated with Lucian’s reply: Santa?

Fuck if he knew. He killed the screen and narrowed his eyes on a mass of dark curls poked out of a doorway moments before the curvy woman they belonged to silently slinked from the edge of a doorway. Shadows clung to her features. She thought no one could see her, but he did.

The curve of her hips, the dip in her waist. Or how she licked her lips and breathed through slightly parted lips.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket and stalked forward, his steps swift, silent. She’d be the perfect way to end this cluster fuck of a night.

She held an empty tray in one hand as she reached behind her and quietly closed the door to a client’s room. What she witnessed behind the closed door no doubt affected her. He could smell the scent of sex in the air. The way it clung to her. Aroused her.

He drew to a stop a few inches from her back, slinked an arm around her waist, and pulled her into him.

She stiffened, ready to scream but he covered her mouth swiftly. “Look who I found. You shouldn’t be walking these halls at this hour. Never know who you’ll run into.” He leaned into her and hovered his lips over the shell of her ear. “I see you have a hard time following orders. Didn’t I tell you not to leave the main floor after last night?”

Seraphina gasped, twirling around in my arms. “Yes, but I had to.”

“Wrong move.”

She shivered in his arms.

“Matteo.” she husked, fear dripping from her words. But her eyes. Oh, her eyes told another story. They gleamed with a rush of adrenaline. He took a deep breath. And lust, hidden just beneath the surface.

“You act like you’re surprised to see me in my own club.”

He stepped forward pushing her into the nearest alcove. Tucked away from prying eyes, he grabbed her wrist, pinned it above her head, and ran the tip of his nose up the side of her neck pausing only long enough to kiss the thundering pulse point just below her ear.

Sweet temptation.

His cock ached to be in her mouth again.

Slender red-tipped fingers clutched a drink tray close to her side like some shield.

He plucked the tray from her hands, tossing it aside. Holding her gaze Matteo turned her hand around and placed a gentle kiss on the tender flesh just below her wrist, her pulse strong against my lips.

“You’re too fucking sweet tasting for your own good, woman. You should leave here and never look back. Run,” he urged her but they both knew it was too late. At least she should know now that he and Sevastyan had savored her sweet body. If she tried to run he would chase her down.

“You like to be chased, don't you? Like the fun of getting caught.” He nipped her earlobe. “What would you do if I and my partners all caught you? Spread your pretty body between us and ravished you? All four of us fucking you?”

Her body shivered at the mention of his friends. Her chest heaved with each word and the swell of her breasts proved too fucking tempting.

“That’s not possible.”

“I assure you it is very possible.”

He drew a hand up her bare thigh, her uniform allowing full access to all the soft, supple skin he wanted.

“Matteo,” she whispered and they both gave in to a kiss. He took her mouth. Easy at first but lust burned too hot for easy. One stroke of the tongue and she opened. He plunged in, their tongues warring, breaths mixing.

After last night he hungered too deeply to go gently on her. “I couldn’t sleep all day for wanting more of you, cariña.”

He palmed her ass and growled when her wet heat came up to settle over his swollen shaft. Her legs going around his waist so easily.

Gentle fingers turned rough when they buried into his thick hair.

“I’m going to take you in ways no man has ever taken you. And then I’ll watch as my blood brothers fuck you one at a time. Get away from me, Seraphina. Run for your life,” he growled.

Her hammering pulse lured the monster inside him to the surface.

He pressed his lips to her neck and the lust-crazed woman tilted her head.

“Seraphina,” he murmured.

She opened her eyes and what stared back at him sealed all their fates.

He thrust a hand between them, stroked a thumb over her clit, her heat slicked and wet, ready for him to claim her. Dripping her arousal over his fingers Matteo worked her until her body grew tense and she stood at the edge of her orgasm.

He freed his length, shoved her thong to the side, and sank balls deep into her slick pussy.

They both groaned. “What are we doing?”

“Fuck, Seraphina. you should have run.” He drew out and slammed how. He fucked her hard. Fast. Without mercy.

She tried to cry out. But her teeth clamped down on her lower lip and all she could manage was a deep groan. Hard nails dug into his scalp, his neck. She held him close and rode him. Rode him until his orgasm sat at the base of his spine.

“Come for me. Come for me now,” he roared, uncaring of who heard them. “Scream my name you fucking, witch. I swear to God you’ve cast a spell over me.”

“Matteo,” she cried as both of their releases hit hard, over taking his senses. “Matteo, don’t stop.”

Gripping her ass, he continued to pound into her, his dick still hard and hungry. He drove into and fucked her faster until either of them could breathe. A second orgasm gripped his balls and he spilled himself into her as another climax rolled through her. Together they stood panting into the darkness.

He pulled back, letting her feet slip to the floor. Between them his dick hung, coated in her girl-cum finally sated for the moment. He gripped her face between his palms. “You’re a fucking temptress. A witch. I know it. Go.” he growled lowly, keeping his hands on the wall so he didn’t grab her back to him. her curls hung mussed around her face and she looked damn gorgeous.

Her beautiful lips opened to say something but he shook his head. One word from her and he’d do exactly what he threatened Sevastyan he’d do. Take her home and never let her leave him.

He cupped her face and placed a kiss on the corner of her lip. “Go while you can, Seraphina.” He could see just the barest of a trimmer in her lower lip and it broke his blackened heart. She smoothed a hand down her bodice and straightened what she had of a skirt over the ass. With one final look back, she turned the corner and rushed out of sight.

Sevastyan would kill him, but a taste of heaven was worth the wrath of the devil. Matteo’d die happy. He turned to the camera high up in the corner, kissed his middle fingers, and held them up knowing Lucian watched him take their bewitching queen. The other men might want to deny it, but he knew she'd be wearing their crown soon enough.

If they didn’t die trying to find a killer first.