The Darkest King: A Dark Mafia Romance (The Dark Kings of NYC Book 1)

Mia’s insane if she thinks I’m letting her go.

Not because I’ve told her all my secrets. Not because she’s the greatest fuck of my life—although, that’s a fantastic bonus. It’s because I love her with all of my dark, crumbled heart.

Because she needs my protection.

Because without me, she’ll be handed over to a gangster who would never love, honor, cherish, or pleasure her like I can.

Like I will.

I tug her to the edge of the desk and take in her complete, glistening nakedness. My body feels pumped, anxious, and in need of claiming this woman in ways I’ve never experienced before.

I feel hungry, raw, primal.

“Hurry,” Mia pleads as my eyes slide over her breasts, my fingers following their path.

I let out a low moan when she reacts to my touch. When she arches and those pink mounds rise up, I grip my cock, stroking it, teasing it between her wet folds.

“More,” she groans, trying to control this, but she knows she can’t.

I palm the wall above her head and sweep my lips over hers. Mia wraps her legs around me, and I nudge my cock in a small inch, licking my lips as she reacts with a sexy damn gasp.

As her pussy clamps over the head, my patience dissolves in a flash. In a growl, I thrust inside her, hard and fast.

“There’s no going back, Mia Luna Mancini.”

“Connor,” she cries.

“You’re mine.” I press my eyes closed as I pull out, then slam into her again, then again, then again.

God, fucking hell, she feels like heaven. Feels like mine.

When I open my eyes, I see tears falling down her cheeks, and I know Mia believes this is the end, and she’s leaving me, but she’s wrong.

I won’t fucking let her.

We will find a way.

I will find a way.

I reach between us, find her clit, and rub harshly as I speed up the friction, claiming her pleasure and demanding her soul.

“Harder, Connor. God, take me, own me,” Mia cries.

“That’s it, good girl. Give me all of you,” I cry with her, almost there.

Her pussy tightens, and those eyes lock on me as she begins to pant, showing me she’s close. Her eyes flicker and slide back in her head, and she begins to tremble.

“Connorrrrr, I need…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence because she knows I know what she needs and that I am the only man alive who can give it to her.

I lift Mia’s hips, taking my cock deeper, and pound until scorching heat travels down my spine, and I’m filling her with my seed.

Every last drop.

AN HOUR LATER, we’re soaking in my hot tub, holding each other. Mia sits between my legs, running her fingers through mine, up my forearm. Touching every inch of me she can reach.

She still thinks she’s saying goodbye.

I’m still trying to work out how to keep her. I kiss her neck and move her long, dark hair aside. She lets out a little moan.

I harden.

I reach and slide my fingers into her pussy, feeling the cream, so I lift her, and she easily takes my cock again.

God, I want this every day for the rest of my life.

The question is, what am I willing to give up?

Mia might be a mafia princess who knows how these things work, but she won’t tolerate me killing her father if he’s ultimately the one responsible for my family.

And how can I not?

As she rides me and I throw my head back, letting out a moan, I realize it’s not just her who has to take a step toward a fucking uncomfortable choice. It’s both of us.

I’m not letting her go. Not fucking ever.

And she’s here, alive, with me, fucking me, and while she hasn’t said it, I know Mia is in love with me.

But my family is gone.

Nothing can change that. Nothing will bring them back.

If I let her go, what will that achieve?

That’s not to say I won’t destroy Joe Mancini if he’s the one, but for Mia, to have her and love her for the rest of my life…Perhaps I can spare her father’s life.

After all, I have taken the asshole’s daughter instead.

“Fuck my cock, Mia,” I growl, taking her hips. “That’s it.”

“Oh God, oh God,” she cries.

“Come for me again, like a good fucking girl,” I say, my own orgasm teasing.

Then I feel her rubbing her clit, and I’m gone.

“Yes, motherfucking, yes, fuck!” I cry.

Mia collapses, and when I catch my breath, I pull her off my cock, lift her into my arms, and climb out of the hot tub.

We shower, just staring at each other, kissing and saying nothing. Then I turn the water off and wrap a towel around her.

She pads out of the bathroom, and I lean my hands on the bench, looking at myself in the mirror.

I was nine when I saw my family slaughtered. Now, at thirty-three years of age, after all this time seeking revenge, can I really promise Mia I won’t kill her father?

If I prove his guilt?

Will the Dark Kings respect my decision after committing six years of their lives, despite their own motivations, to this cause?

I brush my teeth, shave, then slap some moisturizer on my face before walking out into the bedroom.

“Mia?”

My heart tightens in my chest.

Fuck.