His Juliet: An Age Gap Hurt Comfort Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 2)

I cleared our breakfast plates and coffee mugs, putting them in the sink. Romeo and I had slept in, but he had to leave soon for work.

He crowded me against the sink, kissing a line down my neck and shoulder.

“I won’t be back until late again, so I want you to stay at Sofiya and Matteo’s today.”

My heart ached. I was already missing him and he hadn’t even left yet. “I’ll be fine here.”

“I don’t want you on your own all day.”

He turned me to face him, but I kept my eyes fixed on the subtle white lines running through the black countertop, tracing them with my fingers.

A firm grip forced me to lift my chin. “What’s the matter?”

I opened my mouth to deny anything was wrong, but his hold tightened.

“Don’t lie to me, Juliet.”

His gaze pinned me, forcing the truth to spill from my lips.

“You don’t trust me.”

His brow furrowed as he moved close enough for my breasts to brush against his chest. “Of course I do.”

“No, I mean…” I tried to look away, but he wasn’t having it. I let out a frustrated huff. He wouldn’t always get his way. “You don’t trust me not to hurt myself.”

His expression immediately softened. “No, angel, that’s not it.” He hesitated. “Have you had any thoughts about it?”

I shook my head. “Not since I’ve been here. And before the other day, it had been two years since I did that.”

He kissed my forehead, his fingers twisting in my hair. “That’s so good, sweetheart. But that’s not what I’m worried about. I trust you and I know this apartment is safe. No one can touch you here.” He hesitated, and it was my turn to run a comforting hand through his hair. He leaned into my touch, a shudder working through his body. “I can’t concentrate when I’m out there, knowing you’re here alone. I’ll worry about you.”

His lips caressed my cheek and his hand moved down my body to cup my ass. I arched against him, my core already dripping at his light touch. His cock hardened in response, pressing against my stomach.

I whimpered.

“Will you be a good girl for me and spend the day in the penthouse?” His hand cupped my pussy.

“This is blackmail,” I groaned.

“Is it working?”

“Fine, yes, I’ll go upstairs.”

“That’s my girl.” His hand twisted in my hair.

“You have to go to work.” I swayed into him, my lips coming to his throat. He groaned as I started sucking on his skin, the greedy part of me determined to leave a mark so everyone would know he belonged to me.

“You are a temptress.” Both hands moved to my ass and squeezed so hard I whimpered and went up on my toes.

I wanted more.

“These fucking curves.” Romeo sounded so angry I couldn’t stop my smile. He growled and spun me again, guiding me down until my chest was pressed against the kitchen island. His hand came down on my ass in a flurry of hard spanks that left me heated and aching. “You think teasing me is funny, stellina?”

I wiggled my butt back against his hard-on. “Maybe.”

He lowered his body over mine. “I wonder if you’ll still think that after I edge you for hours, denying your orgasm until you’re crying on your knees, begging me for release.”

Oh fuck.

My breathing sped up and my cheeks flushed bright red. I didn’t want that—I wanted to come—so why did it turn me on?

“I’m sorry.” The breathiness in my voice made me utterly unconvincing.

“Hmm, I’m not sure I believe your apology.” He stood, pulling me up from the counter and flush to his chest. His hands wandered down my front, pinching my nipples and cupping my sex. “You might need to show me how sorry you are.”

I turned in his arms until I met his heated gaze. Without breaking eye contact, I lowered myself to my knees. His muscles tensed beneath my hands as I slowly ran them up his legs until I reached his zipper.

His hand stilled mine and squeezed. “You sure, baby?”

A smile curved my lips as I pressed my cheek against his leg and nodded. I was the one on my knees, but as his gaze heated me from the inside out, I felt powerful and desired.noveldrama

I nudged his hand away and slowly unzipped his dress pants, exposing his black boxers. I dragged those down with his pants, revealing his thick, dripping cock.

“Will you tell me what to do?” I’d done a bit of research since the last blow job I’d given him, but I still didn’t feel totally confident.

Romeo swore, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Killing me.” Then his hands were on my face, caressing my jaw. “Start with whatever feels good, pretty girl, and I’ll direct you from there.”

Okay.

Start with what feels good.

Romeo tugged sharply on my hair. “Don’t overthink it.”

His possessive hold eased my anxiety, and I wrapped my hand around the base of his erection. It was warm and thick in my hand and my thighs clenched with the memory of how he’d stretched me last night.

I leaned in and licked a drop of precum off his tip. The taste was mild and salty. I hummed, leaning in to lick his entire length. The more I let myself explore, the more I relaxed. I eased his length into my mouth, my tongue playing with his piercing. Romeo swore loudly and his hold on my hair grew almost painful.

“Fuck, Juliet. That’s my good girl.”

His praise spurred me on, and I took him deeper.

“You like hearing that? You like hearing what a good girl you are for me? How much you please me?”

I moaned around him, growing even wetter as I took him deeper, tears streaming down my cheeks. My jaw ached with how thick he was, but his burning gaze made me never want to stop. He hit the back of my throat, making me gag and pull back.

“Shh,” he murmured, not letting me move off him completely. “Take a breath, angel.”

I did what he commanded, and he slowly pushed deeper. He was setting the pace now, using me for his pleasure, and I was completely under his spell.

“You’re going to swallow me down, aren’t you, pretty girl? That’s right, because you’re so perfect for me.”

I moaned and sucked harder, hollowing out my cheeks, and then he was spilling down my throat. My eyes watered and drops of cum spilled from my lips when I couldn’t swallow it down fast enough. He gathered it up with his thumb and roughly pushed it back into my mouth.

A wave of shyness hit me as our ragged breaths filled the air, but Romeo didn’t give me a moment to doubt myself. He quickly tucked himself back inside his pants and scooped me up off the floor. I clung to him as he headed into the bedroom and gently deposited me on the bed, crawling over my body until his nose bumped mine.

“That was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had.” His voice was rough and his eyes looked as dazed as I felt.

I doubted my somewhat clumsy effort was the best he’d ever had, but my lips twisted into a smile all the same. That was, until his words sank in with the reminder that he’d probably had dozens, if not hundreds, of women give him blow jobs. My expression transformed into a scowl fueled by pure jealousy.

I gripped his face. “I’m the only one who will be giving you blow jobs from now on.”

He didn’t grow angry or defensive at my claiming. Instead, he wore a self-satisfied smirk as he pressed a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose. “You own me, Juliet. Never doubt it.”

I brushed my lips against his and deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms and legs around his body and pulling him closer. I was still swimming in a sea of arousal, my pussy desperately empty as it clenched around nothing. “I need you.”

Romeo wasted no time thrusting his hand inside my underwear. His fingers made an embarrassing, wet sound when they dipped into my heat. He groaned, pressing his face to the crook of my neck. “My Juliet. All warm, wet, and slippery, ready for my cock.” He thrust three thick fingers inside me, curving them until my legs were shaking with pleasure.

And then his phone rang.

“Fuck, that’s Matteo’s ringtone.” I shot daggers at him as he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket.

And.

Answered.

It.

His fingers still filling me.

When his thumb brushed against my clit, I gasped. He gave me a stern look of disapproval, but didn’t stop teasing me and building my pleasure. I covered my mouth to keep myself from crying out as my orgasm grew closer.

“Fuck. Okay, I’ll meet them in the garage in five minutes.”

I was so close to coming I barely registered his words until his fingers left my pussy.

“No!” I grabbed his wrist, desperate for him to push me over the edge, but he was already getting off the bed.

“I’m sorry, baby. This is an emergency.”

I wanted to be a reasonable, understanding person, but my denied orgasm had me seeing red.

“Hold on, I have an idea.” He strode across the room and opened one of his dresser drawers. When he turned back around, he was holding a purple object. “This is a pussy plug.” He pulled down my clothes, leaving my drenched pussy and inner thighs exposed to him. He grunted and adjusted his cock.

“My girl needs to be filled up, doesn’t she? It would be irresponsible of me to leave her empty all day, so this”—he pushed the plug against my entrance—“will keep you full until I return.” He thrust the plug all the way inside me in one swift motion. I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me, leaving me weak and shaky.

“Good girl.” He pulled my pants back up and helped me into a seated position. “I’m going to drop you off at the penthouse, and then I need to go.”

I was too turned on to form a coherent sentence, so I didn’t argue when he put my shoes on for me or when he urged me towards the door. I jerked out of my fog of arousal when I saw he had a gun strapped to his chest and another at his belt. He shifted them so he could hold me tight as we went up the elevator. It was getting easier every time, but I still kept my eyes shut as I clung to Romeo.

“Please be careful,” I whispered.

He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll always be careful if it means coming home to you.”

He maneuvered us out of the elevator.

“Wait.” I shoved his chest. “This thing is still in me.”

He patted my pussy. “And it will stay in until I give you permission to take it out.”

The Don of the Italian Mafia was making waffles for lunch with his newborn baby strapped to his chest.

I had walked into some sort of alternate dimension.

Romeo had quickly ushered me inside the penthouse apartment before running off to do his Mafia work. Sofiya had unfortunately been on her way out the door to attend her physical therapy appointment on a lower level. Apparently, Matteo was banned from attending her sessions after yelling at the physical therapist for hurting his wife one too many times.

Which was why it was currently just the two of us in the apartment. Well, us and Clementine.

“Thanks,” I said when he set down a plate of waffles in front of me. “You don’t have to do this, though. I’m sure you have better things to do.”

He just grunted.

Okaaay. Not feeling very chatty.

I wasn’t super hungry—breakfast hadn’t been that long ago—but eating the waffles would give me something to do. The first bite made me pause. “These are really good.”

I thought I caught Matteo smiling as I took another bite, but when I glanced up, his face was expressionless once again.

Awkward silence descended. Even Clementine was quiet as she slept on her dad’s chest.

Once I’d finished my waffles and put my plate in the sink, Matteo spoke.

“Come with me.”

He left the kitchen and headed down the hall, not waiting to see if I would follow. As Mafia Don, I was sure he was used to being obeyed. The petty part of me, still angry at him for hurting Romeo, made me consider ignoring his order, but I wasn’t brave enough for that. I dragged my feet as I slowly followed him down the hall and into his gym. It was similar to the one in Romeo’s apartment, just a bit larger.

I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt as Matteo put sleeping baby Clementine in a bassinet in the corner. I was pretty sure they had them in every room.

Matteo turned to face me, arms crossed. “Okay, Juliet, let’s settle this.”

I arched my eyebrows, my heart pounding. “Umm, what?”

He ruffled his hair, his confident mask falling for a flash of a second. “Romeo is like a brother to me, and you’re important to him. I can’t have his woman hating me, so we’re going to settle this.”

I took a small step back. “I’m pretty sure you can beat me in a fight.”

Matteo snorted, the sound in stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor. “Romeo would kill me if I hurt you. I’m not going to fight you, but you are going to punish me.”

I blinked.

“You’re upset with me because I hurt Romeo. So, take your revenge.” He held his arms out to the side.

The absurdity of the situation caused a laugh to bubble up in my chest. Once it started, I couldn’t stop it. I doubled over, laughter shaking my body until I was crying.

How had I gone from a lonely, solitary life as an agoraphobic bookseller to being the girlfriend of the underboss of the Italian Mafia? And now I was alone with one of the most dangerous men in New York City—or maybe even the world—and he wanted me to, what? Punch him? All while I had a pussy plug inside me?

“Oh, fuck,” Matteo muttered. “I’ve broken you. Romeo really is going to kill me.”

That only made me laugh harder. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed like this and it felt good, even if there was a hysterical edge to it.

I finally got myself under control and wiped the tears from my eyes. “You really want me to hit you?”

Matteo nodded.

“Okay. Okay.” I shook out my arms and approached him.

I’d been practicing throwing punches but so far had only hit a punching bag. I bounced on my toes and thought about all the injuries Romeo had come home with that night. His bruised ribs. Broken nose. Cuts on his chest. I let my anger fuel me as I threw a punch straight to his ribs.

A sharp pain shot through my hand.

Matteo looked down at me, brow furrowed. “What was that? I barely felt that. No, this is unacceptable.” He crossed the room in a huff and grabbed something from a cabinet before returning. “Give me your hands.”

“What?”

“Your hands, Juliet.”

He wrapped my hands before slipping on boxing gloves.

“No sister of mine is going to punch like that. Get over here.”

Sister.

God, that made my heart ache.

After an hour of practice with the leather heavy bag, Matteo made me punch him again.

“Well, I actually felt that one, so it’s an improvement,” he said with a slight grimace, his expression clearly a result of my weak attempt and not due to any pain I’d caused him.

I grinned and elbowed him in the ribs. “Thanks for the glowing report.”

The front door of the apartment opened and Sofiya called out a cheerful hello. The change in Matteo was instant—his entire body went on full alert, perfectly attuned to his wife. He picked up Clementine, cradling her to his chest, and took a few steps towards the door before stopping.

“We good now?” He tensed as if bracing for my answer.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

He nodded, and as we headed out of the gym, I felt like I had just gained a brother.