The Mafia Boss Who Captivated Me

Epilogue

JOEY-FIVE MONTHS LATER

"You need anything, Mrs. DiMarco?" Ace asks as we walk into my office alongside two of his colleagues, Ash and Romeo. I have four armed guards with me wherever I go these days. Unless I'm with Max, of course. "No thanks. I'm good."

"I'll be outside then." He gives me a polite nod and walks out of the room to stand guard in the hallway with his buddy, Jenson. Ash and Romeo take their usual seats. They've perfected the art of being in the room but not disturbing me, and half the time I forget they're even here.

Leaning back in my chair, I look around the space and can't help but smile with pride. Since Dante and Lorenzo gave me the casino to run four months ago, I've doubled our profits, and we're currently in negotiations to open a new one in Atlantic City.

My office. I will never tire of saying those words. It took a lot of convincing for Max and my brothers to allow me to make my base here, but it makes good business sense. I don't live at the mansion any longer, and Max and I obviously don't want to conduct business at our penthouse, so I needed a space of my own. The corner office suite at our newest hotel casino was the perfect solution.

I chose all the furniture and the single piece of art on the wall. It's an erotic yet tasteful original by a young up-and-coming local artist. The whole room is all me and I love it.

I feel Max walk into the room before I look up and see him. My breath catches in my throat. The sight of him will never ever not give me butterflies in my stomach and an ache between my thighs. Especially when he's wearing one of those finely tailored suits that hugs his body like it was painted on him.

"Can you give us the room?" he says to Ash and my newest guard, Romeo.

The two men nod and leave the room, closing the door behind them.

Oh, shit! I'm in so much trouble. I roll my chair back as he steps toward my desk, his dark eyes burning into mine as that thick vein bulges in his neck.

"Did you forget something today, baby girl?" he asks, his cool tone disguising the anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

"I'm sorry. I was busy-"

"You think being busy is an excuse to make me worry about you? Wondering if you're okay?"

The ensuing eye roll is more out of habit more than anything else. Dammit!

"I know you did not just roll your fucking eyes at me, Joey."

"Well, I know you always know where I am, Max. I have no doubt you would've called Ash when I didn't check in. He would've told you that I'm fine," I insist. There's no chance in hell that Max didn't make sure I was okay after I forgot to check in with him after my meeting with the Strauss brothers today.

He plants his hands on my desk, leaning his face close to mine. Damn, he smells so good I want to jump his bones. "That is not the fucking point. You want to do this, then you follow the fucking rules."

"Your rules?" I arch an eyebrow at him.

He stands straight, running a hand over his beard and dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. Without another word, he shrugs out of his jacket.

"I'm sorry," I say, even as warmth builds in my core.

"Now that would've been the appropriate thing to say when I first walked in here, wouldn't it?" I bite my lip as I watch him roll up his shirt sleeves. My pussy quivers with anticipation. "Not after the eye roll and the snark?" "Yes," I whisper.

He goes on glaring at me, making heat sear through my core. When he's finished rolling up his sleeves, he unbuckles his belt and slides it off slowly. My legs tremble while my pussy clenches with need. He's so skilled at building tension and anticipation. I'm going to be dripping wet for him before he even touches me, and he knows it.

"What do you think the appropriate punishment for making your husband worry like that should be, baby girl?"

I press my lips together and look toward the ceiling, pretending to be deep in thought. "Three orgasms and a cinnamon roll from the bakery in the lobby?"

He narrows his dark brown eyes at me. "You really are bringing the spoiled brat out to play today, huh?" He palms the buckle and wraps the belt around his hand. Holy shit. He's going to spank me hard enough that the guards outside will hear, and he won't give a single fuck. In fact, he'll make it his mission to make me scream. Not that I'm overly concerned about that. I actually kinda like when people hear us fuck. I adore this man and I want the entire world to know it.

"I am really sorry though," I whisper. "Let me make it up to you." I lick my lips and my eyes drop to the outline of his huge cock straining at the seam of his pants.

"Oh, you'll be doing that later when we get home, I promise," he says as he steps toward me. "Now, get your ass off the chair and bend over the desk."

I swallow a knot of trepidation that bubbles up my throat. "Max?"

"Now!"

With no other option, I stand and move my laptop and papers out of the way before bending over and resting my face against the cool wood. Max steps up behind me, rubbing his hands over my ass and making me shiver.

His hands move lower until he reaches the hem of my pencil skirt. When his fingertips brush against the backs of my knees, goosebumps prickle over my forearms and I whimper.

"You like working here?" he asks.

"Yes."

"You want to keep working here in your office or do you want to go back to a desk at your brother's mansion?"

"Here."

"Tell me, why do I have rules, baby girl?" he asks, his voice so deep and commanding, it rolls through my bones and makes me shiver.

I guess I'm in the mood to push him today because the words come out before I can consider the consequences. "Because you're a possessive asshole."

He slaps my ass hard and I squeal. "Don't fuck with me, Joey, because I will carry you out of here and we can do this at home. And if we do that, you won't be coming back. Ever." I suck in a stuttered breath as he yanks my skirt up over my ass and hips. "You want to try that answer again?"

"Because you love me and you worry about my safety," I pant. He's so possessive and stubborn, he actually would stop me from coming back here. Well, he'd try.

"Better." His fingers brush over the edge of my panties, and when he tugs them aside, I stifle a moan.

"Are you wet for me?"

I pout. "No."

He slides two fingers between my folds, coating them in my arousal. "Lying to me too, huh? My brat really wants her spanking today." I moan softly as he pushes a thick finger inside me. "Unless this isn't for me?" He laughs darkly. "It's only ever for you, Max."

"Damn right." He slips out of me and then spanks my ass with the flat of his palm.

"Ow," I whimper, wriggling my ass.

"You know that wasn't even the warm-up, baby girl, now stop squirming."

"It hurt," I say, pouting.

He leans over me, mouth pressed against my ear. "Not even close to how I felt when I thought something had happened to you," he growls, and a shudder runs the length of my spine. "And nowhere near as much as I'm going to make it hurt very soon."

He stands straight again and peels my panties off, running his hand down the inside of my thigh as he tugs them down my legs and helps me step out of them. I look back to see him holding them to his face, breathing in my scent. "Have I ever told you how fucking good your cum smells, baby? I should wear it like fucking cologne."

"Yes to both," I say with a satisfied smile as I lay my cheek back on the desk.

He spanks my ass again, warming me up for his belt. Heat and pleasure coil up my spine.

"Max," I whimper, rubbing my pussy against the edge of my desk for relief, but he stops me and nudges my legs apart with his knee.

"Stop trying to get yourself off and spread your legs so I can see my sweet cunt."

I groan as I shuffle my feet along the floor. Then Max slides two thick fingers inside me and my knees almost buckle. "Oh, fuck."

"You're soaking already. So greedy for me," he groans the last part before pulling his fingers out and making me moan from frustration. "Let's see how much wetter we can make that pussy with my belt though, huh?"

I don't get a chance to answer before he brings it cracking down over my backside. It stings like hell, but it also makes my pussy ache for his cock.

"Holy shit, Max." Before I've recovered from the first blow, he spanks me again, and the leather landing on my ass cheeks makes such a loud thwacking sound that I blush. "Everyone will hear," I whimper.

"Good," he grunts as he spanks me again. "They'll all know who this ass belongs to, won't they?"

"Think they already do," I yelp as he spanks me again.

"Will you call me when you're supposed to next time?"

Smack!

"Y-yes." I suck in a breath as tears roll down my face and the deep throbbing ache in my pussy ratchets up even further. I need him inside me so bad it makes me want to scream. There's something so primal and hot about him when he's like this. I'm desperate for him and the bastard knows it.

"Please, Max. I'm sorry," I whimper.

He pushes two fingers inside me again. "Fuck me, baby. I love how wet being punished makes you." When he slides them out, he holds them near my face to show me how they're covered with my arousal. "You see that?"

Before I can answer, he places them in his mouth, sucking them clean before he spanks me again. Over and over. The leather slices through the air before cracking against my flesh.

By the time he's done, my ass stings like I've been sitting on an open fire, and I'm all but begging for him to fuck me.

He throws his belt onto the desk beside me and nudges the crown of his cock against my clit, rubbing his piercing over the hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

"Please, Max?" I whimper again.

"Tell me what you need, baby girl," he pants, breathing heavily from the effort of spanking me.

"Your cock inside me. Now," I moan loudly.

He presses it against my opening, and I push back against him. "You're so fucking wet, Joey. You make it too easy for me to get my cock in you. You want me all the way in on the first thrust?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah?"

"Please?" I beg now, tears pooling on the desk under my cheek.

"Fuck, baby," he grunts, grabbing hold of my hips and driving into me. I feel each piercing as he slides in deep, rubbing against my pussy walls as they squeeze around him. "I love your tight cunt."

He fists his hand in my hair. Pulling my head up, he leans over me and presses his wickedly sinful mouth at my ear. "This pussy belongs to me."

"I know."

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"This ass." He rubs his hand over the welts he left there. "Belongs to me."

"Yes."

He turns my head. "These lips..." Then he kisses me. It's brutal and dominating, and it makes my insides melt. "You belong to me, Joey. The next time I tell you to call me after your meeting with a pair of misogynistic douchebags, you call me. Okay?"

"Okay," I pant.

"You want to come?"

Is that a rhetorical question? "Yes, please."

He rams into me harder. "Then come all over my cock, baby girl. Squeeze me with that hot little cunt until I fill you up."

"Fuck!" My walls ripple and squeeze around him, and that makes him work harder, fucking me like a man possessed. His animalistic grunts and growls in my ear make my head spin. I'm an addict and he's my only drug of choice.

"I can't ever sate this fucking need to be inside you. Every single time I fuck you feels better than the last. I'm addicted to you. You're driving me fucking crazy."

Oh, dear holy mother of all that is divine. "M-Max."

"That's it, come for me. My good fucking girl."

"Yes," I breathe as I fall forward against the desk.

Max lies on top of me, driving into me one more time. "Motherfucking Christ, Joey," he grunts before he bites down on my shoulder through my shirt. His entire body tenses as his cock pulses inside me, filling me with his hot cum. I can't help but smile. Spanking me makes him come so hard and I love it. Making him lose control like that makes me feel invincible.

He places his hands over mine, pressing them flat to the desk as he sucks in deep breaths. His wedding ring clinks against my own, and I choke on a sob. He has the sexiest hands, and I could look at them all day, but that platinum wedding ring makes them look a hundred times hotter.

"What was that for?" he asks, rubbing his nose over my neck.

"I saw your ring," I sniff.

"My ring?"

"Yeah, whenever I see it, it makes me feel all warm and happy."

"So, that was a happy cry?"

"Yeah." I sigh. "I'm sorry I forgot to call you."

"I know, baby girl."

"I love you so much."

"I love you more. You're fucking everything to me, Joey. Everything. Do you get that?"

"Yes, Max, because you're everything to me too."

"Yeah? So the next time I ask you to check in with me and let me know you're okay..."

"I'll check in. I promise."

"Good girl." He kisses the top of my head and I push back against him, seeking the comfort of his body.

"Is my punishment over?"

"No." He nips at my ear, and I giggle. Then he stands up straight again, pulling me with him while his cock is still inside me. "When I get home tonight, I want you naked and on your knees. I want to fuck that pretty little throat." "Hmm. That's doesn't sound like much of a punishment. I love sucking your cock."

"I know you do, my naughty little slut. But when I leave you dripping for me afterward, then we'll see how much you're enjoying yourself."

"Monster," I hiss, even though I'm already melting at the thought of being home alone with him later. Max's punishments only ever end one way, and that's with our mutual pleasure. The longest he's ever been able to deny me an orgasm was twelve hours. Twelve torturous hours, but when he finally made me come, I swear I saw the Pearly Gates.

He slides out of me and a torrent of our cum drips down my thighs. "I wish I could fuck you some more, but I have to go back to work."

"So do I," I remind him.

"I know, baby. You're doing an amazing job. I'm so fucking proud of you." He refastens his suit pants and I turn around to face him.

"Where are my panties?"

"In my pocket." He shrugs.

"Can I have them back?"

He pulls me into his arms, sealing his mouth over mine and kissing me so hard I almost come again. I rub myself against him like a bitch in heat until he breaks our kiss, looking down at me with a devious glint in his eyes. "Will you be good for the rest of the day?"

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He pulls my panties from the pocket of his suit pants before crouching down on the floor to help me. "You'd better put them on before Ash and the new guy come back in here."

I step into my underwear. "His name is Romeo."

Max pulls them up my legs, securing them in place before pressing a soft kiss against my pussy through the fabric. Then he smooths down my skirt and stands. "Romeo, huh?" He arches an eyebrow at me.

"Yep."

He rubs his hand over my ass and squeezes. "I should have fucked this too."

"Maybe tonight. If you're good," I whisper.

"I'm always good, aren't I?"

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I offer him my sweetest smile. "You, sir, are incredible."

He drags his bottom lip through his teeth, like he's contemplating throwing me back down on my desk and fucking me again right now.

"We both have to work," I remind him.

"I know." He sighs, annoyance flashing in his eyes. "I wish I could take you home right now instead of having to wait until later."

"I think my butt needs a break from your punishment."

He smooths his hands over my behind, soothing the raw skin. "No more spanking tonight, baby. And after you've sucked my cock, I'll run you a bath and you can soak this beautiful ass while I make you dinner." "You're still making me dinner?"

"It's my turn," he says with a shrug. Then he gives me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, puts his belt and jacket back on, and opens the door to my office. Sticking his head out, he tells the guards to come back inside. Ash walks in and sits in

his usual seat in the corner of the room. Romeo follows, and as he ducks into the room, he looks toward me and smirks. Unfortunately for Romeo, Max sees him too.

Grabbing him by the neck, Max throws Romeo across the room, and he crashes into the wall. "What the fuck was that?"

"What?" Romeo asks, feigning ignorance as his face turns an unnatural shade of gray.

Max stalks toward him. "Don't play fucking games with me, dipshit. What was the smug grin on your face for when you walked in here?"

"I-I-"

"I just fucking saw you, so think very carefully about what I'll do to you if you lie to me," Max says, the timbre of his voice so low and menacing that it even gives me goosebumps.

"I just..." Romeo squirms under the heat of Max's glare.

"You just?"

Romeo's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "We heard you," he whispers, and his cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson.

"You heard me fucking my wife?"

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"You hear me spanking her bratty ass too?" Max asks with a grin.

And that poor deluded asshole grins right back. "Yeah."

Max has him by the neck before Romeo can even blink. Pressing his face close to the younger man's, he snarls. "She is Joey fucking DiMarco, Cosa Nostra royalty, and your fucking boss, you smug little prick. You only get to work, walk, breathe, live, and die at her say so, do you understand me?"

Romeo's eyes bug out. He tries to nod, but Max has him pinned to the wall by his throat, his feet dangling an inch off the floor.

"Don't you ever mistake my wife's submission to me as anything but a reflection of my utter fucking devotion to her. I would crawl through fire and broken glass on my hands and fucking knees if she told me to. If you ever disrespect her like that again, I will rip out your fucking tongue and use it to choke you to death. You got that?"

Romeo nods as best he can, and Max releases him. He slides down the wall, gripping his throat as he gasps for breath and glancing at Ash as if seeking back up. Ash knows Max all too well, and he didn't once glance up from his cell phone throughout the entire exchange.

Max turns to me. "What do you want me to do with this stupid fuck, baby?"

I consider the guy panting for breath on the floor. Despite what just happened, he's usually respectful. He's worked here for three weeks now, and he knows how to blend into the background when I need him to. I don't have the energy to break in another newbie.

"I think he's learned his lesson."

"You sure?" Max scowls.

"I'm sure."

"You're so fucking lucky she's such a good influence on me," he barks at Romeo, teeth bared like a wolf guarding his mate. Then he turns back to me. "I'll see you tonight, baby."

"Can we have those fancy cheeseburgers you make for dinner?"

"Of course. Anything you want." He winks at me and walks out of my office.

I lean back in my chair and watch his fine ass disappear down the hallway. I am the luckiest girl in the whole damn world.