Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

As I head back inside the crowded bar, my breath catches at the sight of Lila waiting for me, her finger trailing the rim of her wine glass.

I instantly imagine those red nails digging into my back as I fuck her into oblivion, and I have to discreetly adjust myself as I approach the now empty stool opposite her.

“Sorry about that.” I lean against the bar.

“It was very entertaining,” she says. “Thank you for stepping in. I don’t think I could’ve listened to one more minute of him waffling on and on about his games.”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Well, I would say you have extremely bad taste in men, but I’m hoping you prove me wrong in the next five minutes.”

“Oh, really?”

“Why don’t we start with something better to drink?”

Lila raises her eyebrows but seems to be content enough as I wave down a waiter and ask for a bottle of Don Perignon and a private booth.

“Is this only because you own the place?”

I take her hand and help her down off the stool, not letting her hand go as I lead us across the bar toward the wall of booths at the back.

“Oh, I don’t own the place.”

“What? But you said…” Lila frowns.

“It’s a little white lie, no big deal.” I smirk. “I had to say something to stop your little friend from starting a fight he wouldn’t win. We wouldn’t anyone to get hurt, now would we?”

Lila shakes her head, a smile spreading across her face as she slides across the leather seat.

I follow.

A bottle of champagne on ice is already waiting for us, and I pour us both a glass.

“Well, this is more like it.” She brings the glass to her lips. “So, Andre, if you don’t mind me asking, since you don’t own the bar, what do you do for work?”

“I have my fingers in many pies, so to speak.” None of which I’m willing to share just now.

“I can only imagine.” Lila smirks.

“Oh, yeah?”

This’ll be good.

“Well, you’re either a model⁠—”

I bark a laugh, shaking my head at her guess.

“No?”

“Not even close.” I chuckle.

“Well, that leaves my other two guesses.”

“Hit me, sweetheart.”

“So, it’s a toss between finance bro and mafia boss.”

I fake a snort, but my muscles tense up.

“Both wrong.”

“Oh? So what, then?”

“I have a very, very rich sugar mommy.” I try to keep my tone light even if my heart pounds in my chest.

Lila throws her head back and laughs, her smile wide and true.

“Well played.” She laughs, nudging her knee against my own.

My body starts to relax.

My line of work is very much a need-to-know basis, and considering the fact that after tonight Lila will be nothing more than a fond memory, I will keep that door to my life firmly closed.

“So, tell me, was this a set up?” There is no way I want her to dwell on me, so the best way is to shine the light elsewhere.

“Huh?”

“Were you purposefully out with a waste of space to try and get rescued by someone who is actually worth your time?”

I sidle up close to her in the booth, my knee brushing hers, our bodies angled toward each other.

“You got me.” She grins, then shakes her head. “No, in all seriousness, I went through a pretty bad break up a year ago, and my best friend was tired of me being stuck in a work and home rut. She thought it was about time I get back on the scene, so she set me up with Dirk, the dick.”

I laugh. “She needs to be demoted to an acquaintance immediately if she set you up with that loser on purpose. And that name is dead on, just FYI.”

“Oh, she’s dead to me.”

I laugh harder. There’s an easiness to Lila which I’m finding intoxicating.

“What happened with your ex, if you don’t mind me asking.” I rest my left arm along the back of the booth, my fingers tangling in Lila’s soft hair, idly playing with the strands. Each touch gets me more and more relaxed, and I feel better now than I have in… I don’t even know how long.

“He…he cheated on me.” She sighs. “With one of my friends.”

I stay silent, not because I don’t have words for her, but because the ones I do have are not helpful right now. No man worth anything would ever cheat on a woman. Any woman. But especially the one sitting right here beside me.

She fiddles with the hem of her dress, her face solemn.

“It really knocked my confidence. I mean, what is wrong with me that I wasn’t enough, you know? Besides, after the pain of going through that, it took me this long to even think about going on a date.”

My blood is boiling. There is nothing wrong with her and this prick made her feel less than. If I knew who this guy was, I’d pay him a very painful visit.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. He was an imbecile to think he could do any better than you.” I trail a finger down her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear.

She instantly leans into my touch, her lips parting slightly.

My face gets closer to hers. “Because you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

Lila rolls her eyes, but from the way her cheeks heat, and a flush creeps across her chest, I know she likes what she is hearing. And if Dirk the dick and her cheating boyfriend are her standard, she needs to be told badly.

“Are you always so forward, Andre?” She raises her eyebrows.

Fuck if my name on her lips doesn’t make my cock twitch in my pants.

“I’m just being honest, sweetheart,” I say. “And trust me, this is not forward.”

“No?”

“No.” I lean forward. My right hand is still tangled in her hair, and I move my left one to her waist, squeezing softly. “Would you like me to be more forward?”

Her breath hitches, and my mouth twitches.

I glance down at her chest, reveling in the swell of her breasts as they rise and fall with each breath.

It’s clear to me now that she’s not wearing a bra as her nipples start to peak beneath her dress, and my fucking mouth waters.

I lean in further until my lips graze her cheek.

“Say the word, Lila,” I whisper.

A choked sound escapes her, but she tilts her head back, exposing the smooth skin of her neck to me, a silent invitation.

I run my nose along her cheek and down her jaw, breathing deeply.

I want nothing more than to run my tongue over her entire body, but I’m all too aware of the very busy bar surrounding us. Not that it would bother me. I’ve done way worse in a booth than make out.

But from what little Lila has offered me, she’s a little more reserved. She’s been hurt and isn’t quick to offer up her heart because of it.

That suits me fine. I’m not looking for anything other than a night of passionate sex.

I’d never seen her before, and chances are, after tonight, I’ll never see her again, so I want to take my time and do things right by her.

I lick up the column of Lila’s neck, moaning at the taste of her skin.

My cock hardens, straining against the zipper on my pants, but I have to play this right.

I don’t want to scare her off, and I think I might need her more than she needs me tonight.

“Mmm, you taste incredible,” I growl.

Lila lets out a breathy pant, and I squeeze her waist before letting my hand trail up the side of her body.

“Tell me, Lila. What sounds would you make if I were to lick other parts of your body?”

“Andre,” she breathes.

I smile before pressing a kiss to her neck. “Yes, baby?”

“We’re in a bar,” she chokes out.

I smile again, grazing my fingers along the soft underside of her breast, the thin material of her dress leaving nothing to the imagination.

“I’ve noticed.” I chuckle, running my tongue along her jaw.

She moans, shifting in place and squeezing her thighs together.

“Are you trying to find some relief, sweetheart?”

“No,” she blurts.

“Hmm…” I move to kiss the edge of her mouth, my thumb still tracing the underside of her breast. “What about now?” I graze my thumb over her peaked nipple.

She gasps, clutching onto my arm as her body arches.

“I think we’re going to have fun, you and I.” I chuckle before dropping my hands and leaning back against the cold leather of the booth.

I watch as disappointment flashes in Lila’s eyes at my withdrawal, and I know I have her right in the palm of my hand.

I smirk. “Shall we take the champagne to go?”