Owned By A Sinner: Chapter 46
Owned by the Italian Mafia Boss: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 1)
My Monday morning is spent attending each of the funerals with Will by my side.
We watch the services, a safe distance from each grave, so the family members donât notice us. At each funeral, I see my men scattered between the mourners. It offers me comfort knowing theyâre there.
Tipping my head in the direction of Jimmyâs grave, I say, âGive me a moment.â
âIâll wait at the SUV,â Will murmurs.
Walking across the manicured lawn, I glance at the gravestones as I make my way to Jimmyâs final resting place.
I stop in front of the grave and let out a sigh. âHey, old man. I hope youâre giving them hell up there.â I crouch down, and brush some dust from the dark marble slab. âIâm sorry Iâm doing this backward, but I asked Kiara to marry me. Iâd really like your blessing.â I read his name, feeling the pang of loss deep in my heart. Not having words of my own, I steal once again for him. âThereâs an Irish blessing you always use to say before getting drunk as fuck.â I take a deep breath. âI promise, if I steal, it will be to steal her heart. If I cheat, itâs to cheat death so I can stay with her longer. If I fight, it will be to protect her.â Then I add my own twist, âIf she cries, it will be tears of happiness. If sheâs in pain, it will be because sheâs giving birth to our children.â I clear my throat, and pulling a pocketknife from my jacket, I flip it open and cut my thumb. Pressing the drop of blood to the gravestone, I say, âI make this blood vow to you, Jimmy.â
Rising to my feet, I put the pocketknife away. I stare down at the grave for a moment longer, then turn and walk toward the SUV.
When we get back to the office, the pressure in my chest eases at the sight of Kiara behind the reception counter.
Her eyes snap in our direction, and as I walk closer, I school my face into pure professionalism. âEverything okay down here, Miss Murphy?â
Playfulness sparks to life in her eyes. âYes, Mr. Byrne.â She nods at Will. âMr. Gillen.â
He chuckles, then heads for the elevators. âGoing to look for my own woman to flirt with.â
Kiaraâs eyes lower to my right hand. âHowâs your wrist?â
âGetting better.â I lean against the counter and motion for her to come closer. Kiara stands up, and bracing her hands on the desk, she leans toward me. âCloser,â I murmur. She does as I ask until sheâs a breath away. I brush my lips over her cheek. âThree oâclock. My office. I want you spread open on my desk.â
Her breath fans over my skin. âYou have a conference at two-thirty.â
âThen youâll just have to keep quiet while I fuck you.â
Bringing my mouth to hers, my tongue darts out over her bottom lip before my teeth nip at it. âThree oâclock.â
Walking away with a smirk on my face, I hear Kiara slump down into her chair. âYes, sir.â
Jesus.
When the elevator doors close behind me, I reach down and adjust my hard as fuck cock.
Just an hour, then Iâll get to sink into her body.
The doors open, and Iâm greeted by the scene of Will sitting on Deniseâs desk, practically drooling over the girl.
Just like you were drooling over yours a minute ago.
Denise slaps his leg. âMove.â Then she smiles at me. âAfternoon, Mr. Byrne.â She gathers a list of messages, scowls at Will to move faster, then walks with me to my office. âMrs. Crowe wants to change the paneling. Again. Mr. Jaggard wants to meet you at the building site on Wednesday. Mr. Morrow needs you to call him back.â
Walking into my office, she goes through a list that will keep me busy for hours. I take the message slips from her and sort them into two groups. Handing a bunch back to her, I say, âHave Devon deal with these.â
When I notice Will hovering behind Denise, I narrow my eyes at him. âStop distracting her from her work before I ban your ass from the building.â
âYou love me too much,â he gestures at Denise, âand so does she.â
Her head snaps to him. âI never said that.â She hurries out of the office, pulling the door shut behind her.
Will chuckles, âOnly a matter of time.â
âPoor girl doesnât stand a chance,â I agree as I take off my jacket and sit down behind my desk. âPretty sure you have work to do.â
âYeah-yeah.â
I pull the messages closer and get to work on them. The call with Mrs. Crowe takes longer than the others because the woman wonât stop talking about her new grandson. I listen patiently, giving the appropriate responses when needed.
Finally setting the phone down, I lean back in my chair, letting out a sigh.
I need to hire someone else to take over as CEO. This job will bore me into an early grave.
My personal phone starts to ring, and pulling it from my pocket, I see Viktorâs name flashing on the screen.
âLiam.â
âHow did it go?â He pauses, then adds, âYouâre still alive, so it had to be good.â
âYeah, Finn and the Sicilians are no longer a problem.â
âGood.â
âLet me guess. Youâll let me know when and where to repay the favor.â
âYou guessed right.â
âItâs a deal.â One Iâll never back out on.
Not long after talking to Viktor, the conference call starts. Iâm staring at the ceiling, willing time to go faster as Mr. Jackson drones on and on about using cheaper concrete. The building site manager wonât back down, and Iâm in the middle.
âCheaper concrete means the building wonât last,â I mutter. âI donât build shit, Mr. Jackson. Listen to Dwayne. The man knows what heâs talking about.â
âYeah, but the moneyâs coming out of my pocket,â Mr. Jackson complains.
Then donât build the fucking mall.
I check the time on my laptop. Iâm impatient for this call to end.
Whereâs Kiara?
Just then, my office door opens, and Kiara comes in. She walks closer, shrugging at me.
Picking up a pen, I pull a random piece of paper closer and write, Get naked, baby.
She scrunches her nose and points at the phone, Mr. Jackson and Dwayneâs arguing filling the air.
âI donât work with cheap concrete,â Dwayne sticks to his guns.
âThen you pay for it,â Mr. Jackson demands.
I raise my eyebrows at her, motioning for her to undress.
She widens her eyes at me but takes hold of her top and pulls it over her head. Then she steps out of her pants, standing next to me in a lace bra and panties.
I move everything on my desk out of the way and nod at it.
Kiara makes a point of looking at the phone again, a nervous smile tugging at her lips, but she takes a seat on the edge of my desk and lies back.
âGood,â I praise her.
âWhatâs good?â Mr. Jackson asks. âNothing about this is good.â
âYouâre talking things out. Thatâs progress.â I move my chair closer to the desk, and taking hold of Kiaraâs ankles, I spread her wider.
âYou call this talking? Iâm the one paying. Iâm the client. I want cheaper concrete.â
Leaning closer, I drag my mouth over her inner thigh. âAnd itâs my construction company. I will not have the name tarnished by building a subpar mall.â
Taking hold of her panties, I drag the lace down her legs. My eyes rest on the valley between her legs. I reach for her hand and bring it to her pussy. Moving her fingers, I make her rub herself.
Kiara starts to get the hang of what I want, her back arching, her middle finger sinking inside her.
Jesus.
âMove this meeting along,â I demand, needing to feast on my woman.
Her fingers start moving faster, her hips swirling.
I stand up, and I swear, she looks like a fucking porn star as her other hand massages her breast. Her eyes lock with mine, she draws her bottom lip between her teeth, looking like the goddess of seduction.
Then her fucking lips part, her features starting to tighten.
Fuck this.
Pressing a button, I end the call. I grab hold of her hips and yank her to the edge of the desk. âYou like touching yourself, donât you baby?â
âI like your touch more,â she moans, still dragging her fingers through her slick heat.
Unzipping my pants, I pull out my hard as fuck cock, and slam into her, trapping her fingers between us. âJesus. You better hold on to something.â
Kiara doesnât have time as I tighten my grip on her hips and start to hammer into her.
With relentless need, I donât slow down until both our bodies are seizing with ecstasy.
Slumping over her, our eyes lock. âIâve never had a connection like this to anyone. Iâm going to take every chance I get to fuck you, baby.â Breathing into her mouth, I add, âAnd forever wonât be enough to satisfy me.â
Every day.
For the rest of our lives.
This woman is mine.