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Adair (Book 2)
Nicole Fox
Published by MBK Hanson Inc., 2019.
This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Adair: A Mafia Romance (Patrizzio Mafia Book 2)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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Adair: A Mafia Romance (Patrizzio Mafia Book 2)
By Nicole Fox
THE DON’S DAUGHTER is strictly off-limits.
So if stripping her bare could get me fired...
Then knocking her up could get me killed.
As a hired killer for the Patrizzio mafia, I live my life with the strictest control.
I keep my emotions locked away.
Or at least, I used to...
Until Alessia.
The mob boss’s daughter is as wild as they come.
But as long as she’s under my protection, she’ll do as I say.
No blind dates.
No drunken parties.
The little brat thinks I’ve gone too far.
She says she won’t obey my rules.
But if she wants to get wild, she’d better guess again.
There’s only one place where she’ll be safe when she’s naked and bared:
In my bed.
Taking her means breaking every rule in the book.
But some temptations are too powerful to resist – even for a man like me.
And when I finally lay my hands on the forbidden girl...
Everything else I’ve been hiding will come bursting into the light.
Chapter 1
Dare
Whatever she and her little friend are up to, I don’t like it. They have their heads together, whispering all through lunch. Not that I could hear through my headphones.
Eventually, Alessia marches up to where I sit at the bar of the small restaurant, surveying the clientele. I tear my eyes away from the way her breasts stretch against her sweater when she starts talking.
“Change of plans.”
“Excuse me?”
“Instead of going back to the condo to study. I’d like to go shopping with Rett. If that’s okay with you.” The contrite voice and the way she’s looking up at me through her eyelashes isn’t fooling anyone, least of all me. She’s up to something. But as there is no reason for me to out and out say ‘no,’ there’s nothing I can do.
“Fine,” I shrug, grabbing my bag from the floor. “Do we need to get the car?”
“No,” she shakes her head and blushes a tiny bit. “The shop is just around the corner.”
I follow them at an appropriate distance, constantly scanning our surroundings for any threats to her, but also remaining suspicious of what we’re up to.
She stops out in front of a shop, knowing the drill by now. I go in first. Check everything out. Then I decide if it’s safe for her to go in. Standard protocol, and we’re both used to it by now. I look up at the store and force my face to remain neutral. What I really want to do is growl.
She’s taken us to a fucking lingerie shop. Rett sucks her lips into her mouth to bite back her smile.
“Something wrong, Lurch?” she asks.
I brush past her and sweep into the shop, weirdly hoping for a danger to present itself so that I have a reason to keep her from going in here. I can only imagine the torture she’s about to inflict on me.
And torture it is. Rett sits in a chair in a corner of the private dressing room while Alessia tries on lingerie set after lingerie set. I stand, stony and dying from a lack of blood in my heart and brain. I might be the first man to ever die of an erection.
“Mmmmm. I think that one is a little too tight on your boobs,” Rett says as Alessia comes out from behind the dressing curtain and shows off the latest outfit. It’s a sheer nighty thing the color of red wine. I can see her nipples through the fabric. And her breasts threaten to spill out over the top.
“Yeah, I think I liked the blue one better,” Alessia says as she leans forward to adjust herself in the top. I can’t hold back the growl that rips out of my chest. Both from the movement of her breasts as she leans forward and the memory of the dark blue lace bodysuit thing she’d had on last.
Alessia turns to me and cocks her head to one side. “Did you say something, Dare?”
I don’t even bother to respond. My face might as well be carved out of granite. I know exactly what she’s trying to pull right now but goddamn it, it’s working.
“Rett, would you mind bringing in that pink one we saw in the window in my size?” Alessia asks and tosses the dressing curtain closed behind her.
Rett hops up and heads out into the main store. I’m striding forward into Alessia’s dressing area before I even realize I’m doing it. Her eyes grow wide as I yank the curtain open and then closed behind me.
I roughly grab her hands and pull them up over her head. Her back against the wall, her breasts bounce up and down with her breaths that have just become choppy.
“I know what you’re doing,” I say into the crook of her neck.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she breathes.
I drop my head to the top of one of her breasts and suck her skin into my mouth, roll it between my teeth. She moans and I put my hand over her mouth.
“No one gets to hear that but me,” I growl. She nods, her eyes huge and hooded with passion. “Now, wrap this shit up. Buy what you’re gonna buy and let’s go the fuck home.”
She nods again, vigorously, and I unhand her. I step out of the dressing area, yank the curtain closed and resume my position standing on the opposite wall.
Rett comes back in holding some hot pink scrap of fabric on a hanger and walks it over to Alessia. Pulling back the curtain, she sees Alessia standing there, dazedly staring at nothing, the mark from my kiss on her breast deepening each second.
Rett raises her eyebrows and looks between the two of us. “Yeah. I’m gonna hit the road. You two kids make it home safe.”
She hands Alessia the lingerie she’d grabbed for her and shoots me a little wink on the way out. She can be a pain in the ass, but I like Rett. Alessia is still standing in the dressing room so as soon as Rett leaves, I walk over to her and yank her sweater over her head. I grab her jeans up from the floor and hold them open for her to step into them.
I yank her jeans up her legs, annoyed that I’m dressing her instead of undressing her. It goes against nature. I kneel and slide her feet into one boot and the other.
“Coat,” I growl at her and she quickly slides it on.
I yank her by the hand and drag her out of the dressing room.
“Excuse me!” the sales girl calls after us.
“Dare,” Alessia says, “I have to pay for this stuff.”
I stop and look back at her. She’s motioning to the lingerie she’s wearing underneath her clothes. I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet. I drop a wad of bills on the counter and pause.
“Go get that pink thing too,” I tell her. “And the blue one. And the green one.” I rake a hand over my brow. “Get everything you’ve tried on today. Nobody else gets to touch it.” Alessia’s eyes go wide but she quickly follows my directions. “Bag,” I say to the sales girl who is panting just from watching our interaction.
She pulls out a little frilly gift bag and I yank the lingerie out of Alessia’s hands and stuff it into the bag.
“I have to ring that up!” the sales girl squeaks.
I pull the rest of the cash out of my wallet and toss it on the counter. “This should take care of it.”
Again, I yank Alessia by the hand and she practically has to run to keep up with me.
“Dare,” she gasps, out of breath.
I don’t respond. Not until we’re on the elevator of our building. Immediately I pick her up and her legs clamp around my waist. She goes to kiss me, but there’s few things I have to clear up with her first.
I stare her in the eye and she looks hypnotized.
“I won’t be rushed, Alessia.” I drop my mouth to her neck and nibble on a spot behind her ear. “No matter how many little outfits you prance around in. No matter what lingerie you wear. No matter what your voice sounds like, or your hair smells like, or how your skin glows after we’ve been kissing.”
She grinds her hips against me as I speak and a small moan escapes her. The elevator doors open into our penthouse and I walk her into the living room. To our couch. I sit us down on it so she straddles me and I run my hands through her silky hair. The sun is setting behind her and the room is filled with a ruby light. “I’m not som
“I’m ready,” she says immediately. “Feel how ready I am.”
She snatches my hand and quickly guides it inside her jeans. Her wet heat on my fingers has me groaning. It’s the first I’ve touched her naked pussy since that first night. I lean my forehead against hers and can’t help but curl my fingers into her. She stiffens at my touch.
“I’ve been ready since the night I first dreamed about you,” she whispers, her eyes drawing mine like a laser. We’ve never talked about that openly and I find myself immediately caught in her web as she talks about it now. “I know you figured out what I was dreaming about. I could see it in your eyes when I woke up. Do you want to know what you were doing to me?”
“Yes,” I say roughly. She sinks down further on my fingers and shivers.
“First you were kissing me here,” she says and slides her own hand inside her pants, next to mine. One of her slender fingers slips inside her pussy. Together we stroke her from the inside. “And then you pushed into me,” she whispers into my ear, “from the back.”
My cock strains at my pants and it’s a miracle I haven’t busted a seam. “Alessia,” I growl, but she won’t be stopped.
“But that was only the first night.” She rises up and sinks down on our hands. I can feel her pussy beginning to clench against our fingers. “The next night I dreamed that you came into my bedroom and put your cock in my mouth.”
“Fuck.” The word explodes from me in a cloud of frustration.
“After that you held my hands down and pushed inside me over and over again.” My hips rise up off the couch at the same time she pushes down. We both groan. “And that’s just the beginning,” she says, “every time I fall asleep you fuck me in my dreams.”
At my wit’s end, I pull my hand out of her. She wins. There’s no going back from this kind of lust. Maybe I used to be a noble man, but she’s broken me.
Her eyes fill with panic at the loss of my hand as she misinterprets the move. “No, don’t stop,” she begs, “you promised.”
I cock my head to the side. “What did I promise?”
“You promised that you would meet my needs,” she breathes, and I can see the discomfort of the last weeks in her eyes. “And I need this. I need you. I need to feel you inside of me.” She dips her head to mine and sucks my tongue into her mouth. “I’ll go crazy without it.”
I stand, holding her to my waist as I stride into her bedroom and kick the door closed behind us. “Stop talking, Alessia.” I toss her onto the bed, “You’re about to lose your virginity and the only thing I want you focusing on is me.”
I pause at the frantic edge her expression has taken on.
“Not in here.” She scrambles to the edge of the bed and I tip her chin up, run one hand through her hair.
“Why do you hate this room so much?”
She looks me shyly in the eyes and her innocent stare shoots straight to my cock.
“The decorations remind me of my father.”
I look around and she’s absolutely right. Her bedroom looks exactly like her father’s bedroom in Chicago. “Fucking Patrizzio,” I mutter and reach up to grab the red velvet drapery on her four poster bed. I rip it down and the bed quakes with the force of it. One of the four arms of the bed cracks and comes tumbling down. I don’t care. I bundle up the fabric and walk to the bedroom door, tossing it into the hall. Next I walk to each wall, yanking the sober, classic paintings from their hooks. They are dark and depressing and couldn’t be less like Alessia. How could I not have noticed how off this was before? Now that she’s pointed it out, the idea that she was having to sleep in this den offends me.
I toss the paintings into the hall as well, leaving empty nails hanging on the wall, but it’s better than before. I turn and scan the room for anything else Patrizzio. My eyes zero in on the heavy velvet blankets on the bed.
I march toward the bed, where Alessia is staring at me, her mouth open wide.
“Off,” I bark and lift her gently to the floor. I rip the blanket off the bed.
“We might need that!” she exclaims, a flush of excitement and amazement blooming over her cheeks.
I inspect the sheets on the bed and deem them acceptable. They can stay. “If you get cold you get close to me. I’m all you need tonight. For everything.”
Her breath is ragged through her open mouth. “You get that lampshade and I’ll get this one,” she says.
I look up and see the horrible dark lampshades and grin as she rips one right off the lamp. I do the same and we toss them aside. The room is in shambles and the light from the lamps is harsh without the shades. But the twilight is a deepening blue outside and I’ve never seen her look more lovely than when she stands on the other side of the bed, breathing hard with passion.
We stare at one another on opposite sides of the bed. There is sex in her eyes. My control wavers on a knife’s edge as the orange light from the lamp mixes with the deep blue twilight over her beautiful face. I bound across the bed, grabbing her to me and ripping her sweater off over her head. I’d almost forgotten that she wore the red lingerie from the shop underneath.
Her chest heaves as I rip off her pants as well and she stands there in some woman-magic-see-through-sex-thingy that clings to her breasts and dances across her stomach. I open my mouth to say something, but snap it closed. There’s no time for talking. There’s no time for breathing. There’s no time for anything other than my tongue everywhere. I clamp my teeth over her collarbone and lick my tongue across her taut skin.
She tastes like fucking nectar. I sit on the edge of the bed and drag her toward me so that she’s standing between my knees. Smoothing one hand down her arm and the other up her side, I test the weight of one of her breasts in my hand. I drop my head and tug hungrily at her nipple through the thin fabric.
I move my head to her other breast but suddenly she’s batting me away, taking my shoulders and pushing me with all her might. I oblige her and fall back on the bed.
I start to grin at the fierce, adorable expression on her face but the breath whooshes out of me in a groan when she climbs on top of me.
“I need- I need-” she scrambles to get the words out as her fingers start attacking the buttons on my shirt.
“What do you need, gorgeous?”
“You. Naked. Now.”
My cock rears up at her words and she turns and grinds her ass against it. Her eyes flaring with heat. I can feel her hot, wet pussy through the fabric of my pants and I have to agree with her.
I reach behind where her ass is perched over me and undo the buckle of my belt and the button on my slacks. She’s done with my buttons and she rips open my shirt to reveal my undershirt.
I’m delighted and turned on when she groans and drops her forehead to my chest. “You’re wearing an undershirt.”
“So? You think undershirts are hot?”
“I don’t know,” she says and bites my chest through the shirt. “You’re so hot I’m all mixed up.”
With that, she slides off of me and grabs my pants at the ankles. She tugs them away as I shoulder out of my shirt and rip my undershirt off, and suddenly I’m sitting in front of her in just a pair of black boxer briefs.
Her eyes go big as she scans me up and down. It’s a lot to take in, I’m sure. I’m a big guy. Everywhere. With lots of tattoos. Everywhere.
She opens her mouth and closes it. Opens and closes it. This is why I haven’t gotten naked with her yet. She’s used to seeing me in my clothes but seeing me naked is a whole other ballgame. I’ve been told I look much more intimidating naked.
I see a moment of shy insecurity flash across her face and it has me reaching out for her but she steps back from me. For a second a guttural fear rips through me at the thought that she’s not into it anymore. Something else comes across her face. Something fierce and sexy. Her eyes widen and almost sizzle as they rake across my body.
She licks her lips and drags her own hands up the side of her body, accentuating the hourglass from her hips to her chest. I reach for her but she steps back again, playing coy. This time she pulls her lingerie up and off her body. Her breasts bounce free as she tosses it away. For a split second, she’s standing before me in nothing but a slash of tiny red sheer panties.
