Breaking the Heartless Capo

Bedroom Manners

"Call me Roman," he growled, a dark smirk playing on his lips.

Before she could process the name, his mouth crashed down on hers. His powerful arms wrapped securely around her hips, lifting her completely off her feet. Syrene instantly locked her legs around his waist, her hands snaking into his dark hair as their eyes held for a searing second before the intensity forced them shut.

Roman carried her toward the oversized king bed, lowering her back against the silk sheets without breaking the kiss. His body slammed down flush against hers, heavy and imposing. The kiss was a fierce, demanding storm of tongues and teeth—wet, urgent, and possessive. Trailing his lips down her jaw, Roman planted hot, biting kisses down the length of her throat, leaving dark, purple marks in his wake.

Syrene gasped, her back arching off the mattress as his hands roamed over her body. Roman reached up, taking one of her n*****s through the open lace of her half-bra into his mouth, rolling and sucking it firmly while his fingers twisted and pulled at the other. Soft, desperate whimpers escaped her lips, driving Roman’s c**k harder than it had ever been.

He tore off his button-down shirt, tossing it onto the floor before trailing his mouth down her ribs. Reaching her waist, he hooked his fingers into her lace panties and ripped them apart, tossing the torn fabric aside.

"f**k, look how wet you are... and I've barely touched you," he growled low in his chest.

Roman gripped her inner thighs, forcing her legs wide open. Lowering his head between her knees, he buried his face in her p***y, devouring her folds. His tongue worked her c**t with relentless precision, nipping and sucking before plunging deep inside her tight p***y.

Syrene’s fingers tangled wildly in his hair, her hips lifting into his face as she moaned, breathless and trembling. "Roman... f**k!"

"You taste incredible," he muttered against her damp skin.

He drove two fingers deep inside her, pumping them fast and hard as he worked her c**t with his thumb. Syrene’s head rolled back against the pillows. She was usually the one hired to give pleasure—sucking c**k, pleasing clients, her own needs completely ignored. But this man was treating her body like a temple, driving her straight toward an explosive climax.

"Roman... I'm going to c*m!"

"c*m for me, Baby. Let me taste you," he commanded, his pace accelerating.

"Wait... did I just call her Baby?" Roman muttered to himself, his eyebrows pulling together in genuine confusion.

Syrene tensed, her nails digging into his shoulders as a violent orgasm ripped through her frame. She gushed over his fingers, her body shaking as she writhed beneath him.

Without giving her a moment to catch her breath, Roman climbed up her body, aligned his thick, throbbing c**k with her entrance, and buried his hard c**k all the way inside her p***y in one fluid thrust.

Syrene let out a loud moan, her nails digging deeper into his back as their eyes locked. Roman captured her lips again, kissing her with a terrifying mix of dominance and raw passion.

This man is driving me wild, Syrene thought, her mind spinning. He’s devouring me... those dark eyes are pulling me under. What is he doing to me?

Roman thrusted into her with slow, deep, devastating strokes, slamming his hips against hers until sweat dripped from his chest onto her skin. Rolling onto his back, he lifted her by her waist, bringing her up to straddle his lap while remaining locked together.

"Ride me," he instructed hoarsely, resting his arms behind his head as his dark gaze pinned her in place.

He must have read my mind, she thought, a sultry smirk spreading across her face.

Syrene began sliding up and down his thick c**k, setting a fast, punishing rhythm. Reaching up, she pulled the clip from her hair, letting the dark waves tumble down past her waist. She tossed her head back, bucking her hips with reckless abandon.

Roman's breath hitched at the sight of her hair cascading over her bare shoulders. He reached up, his large hands gripping her hips to drive her down onto him even harder. "Look at you," he growled in his low, gravelly accent.

"I'm gonna c*m again, Roman!"

"c*m for me, then, Baby," he growled, thrusting up into her fast and hard, slamming her hips down onto his c**k with every strike.

What the f**k? I did it again... I keep calling her Baby, Roman growled internally, his mind racing.

Groaning her name, Roman thrusted hard one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he shot heavy, hot waves of his seed deep inside her. He reached up, pulling her down to his chest and capturing her mouth in a wet, needy kiss.

When he finally pulled away, Syrene collapsed onto his chest, her heart hammering against his ribs. Roman’s arms rested around her waist, his fingers mindlessly tracing gentle circles on her lower back as he basked in her scent.

Then, suddenly, Roman’s eyes snapped open.

What the f**k am I doing? he thought, panic and anger surging through his veins. He never held women after s*x. He never kissed them like this. He didn't even learn their names.

"Get off me," he said coldly, his tone shifting in an instant.

He pushed her off his body, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and walked straight into the master bathroom, slamming the door behind him to take a shower.

Syrene sat up on the bed, staring at the closed bathroom door in shock. "Well... what a complete d**k," she muttered to herself.

Sliding off the bed, she gathered her clothes, walked into the guest bathroom, and stepped back into her dress and heels. She splashed cold water on her face, leaning against the marble sink to catch her breath.

That was hands-down the best s*x of my entire life, she admitted to her reflection. The man is built like a god, and he's huge. But of course he's a total douche. Stares into my eyes like he wants to consume me, kisses me like he cares, and then tosses me aside like trash.

She let out a heavy sigh, ran her fingers through her messy hair, and adjusted her dress. "Good enough," she whispered, grabbing her clutch and stepping out into the hallway to leave.

Roman was leaning against the bathroom doorframe, his dark gaze locked on her as she made her way toward the exit. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, his voice dangerously low. "Why are you dressed? Why aren't you in bed waiting for me?"

Syrene stopped in her tracks, staring at him in total confusion. Her mind raced, trying to decipher whatever twisted game he was playing. Deciding it wasn't worth arguing with a man who looked like he could snap her neck, she said nothing. She turned on her heel, walked back into the bedroom, slid her dress off, and stripped off her bra. Slipping beneath the cool sheets, she pulled them up to her chest.

Roman straightened up, his eyes narrowing as he walked toward the bed. "I asked you a question, Syrene."

"I... well, I just assumed you wanted me to leave," she admitted, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Did I tell you to leave?"

"No," she countered, meeting his intense gaze. "But you didn't ask me to stay, either."

Roman halted at the edge of the bed, towering over her. "I will tell you when you're permitted to leave. Do you understand?"

Syrene offered a subtle, stubborn shake of her head.

"Use your words," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

"Yes, I understand, Roman," she said, letting a slight trace of sarcasm slip into her voice.

Roman studied her face, searching for any sign of fear. "Do you even know who I am, Syrene?"

"I just know you as Roman," she replied smoothly, keeping her expression entirely blank.

"I'm Roman Morelli."

A cold knot twisted in her stomach, but she forced every drop of shock down, maintaining her composure. "Never heard of you," she lied effortlessly. "What are you, an actor or something?" She knew exactly who he was—the ruthless Mafia Capo feared by every street boss and politician in the state.

Roman let out a dark, amused laugh, scoffing at her answer. He reached down, unknotted the white towel around his waist, and let it pool at his feet. Standing fully bare, he stepped closer, his hand reaching down to stroke his already hardening length.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

Syrene sat up, reaching out to take him into her mouth. Despite his massive size, she took every inch of him smoothly, taking him deep without so much as a flinch or a gag.

"Fuck..." Roman growled, his hands immediately tangling in her dark hair.

He established the pace, guiding her head back and forth as he thrusted into her mouth, his groin pressing firmly against her face. "You suck my c**k so good..."

Pulling her off his shaft for a brief breath, he swung his legs up and laid back against the pillows, keeping his eyes pinned on her. "Let me watch you take it."

Syrene leaned over him, her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft before swallowing him whole. She bobbed her head in a fast, practiced rhythm, taking him straight to the back of her throat and holding him there, letting saliva slick his skin as she pushed even deeper. Sensing how close he was, she accelerated her pace, her hand reaching down to cup his balls while letting out a muffled moan against his c**k.

Roman’s breath hitched. He grabbed her hair, holding her firm against his groin as he thrust deep one last time, his body going taut as he poured his heavy load straight down her throat. "Swallow every drop, Baby."

Syrene swallowed without hesitation, cleaning him off with her tongue before pulling back.

"Come here," Roman rasped, his voice raw. "Kiss me. Let me taste myself on you."

Syrene shifted up onto her knees, leaning over his chest. Their lips met in a deep, possessesive kiss. Roman pulled her tight against his bare torso, his fingers tangling in her hair as a low moan escaped his throat. Syrene pressed her palms against his chest, feeling the heavy thud of his heart beneath her fingertips.

When he finally broke the kiss, he stared up at her for a silent, heavy moment, his dark eyes searching hers. The sudden warmth in his gaze vanished just as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by the familiar, icy wall.

"Alright," Roman said, his tone turning crisp and detachment setting back in. "You can leave now."