MY MAFIA MATE

TENSION RISING 🚨

The car ride home from the restaurant was suffocating. Marcus kept glancing at Elena from the driver’s seat, his fingers tapping restlessly on the steering wheel. The city lights streaked past the windows, but Elena could barely focus on anything except the lingering ache between her thighs and the memory of Dante’s release still warm inside her.

“You were quiet tonight,” Marcus said finally, breaking the silence. “Everything okay?”

Elena forced a smile, smoothing down her emerald dress. “Just tired. It was a long dinner.”

Marcus nodded, but his jaw tightened. “Dante seemed… particularly interested in you. Kept looking at you the whole night.” He let out a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Lucky for me, I guess. The man can make or break careers.”

Elena’s stomach twisted. She reached over and squeezed his hand, guilt flooding her chest. “You earned that promotion yourself. Dante just recognizes talent.”

Marcus seemed satisfied with the answer, but Elena caught the flicker of doubt in his eyes. When they got home, he tried to initiate intimacy kissing her neck, sliding his hands down her waist. For the first time in their marriage, Elena felt nothing but repulsion. She gently pushed him away.

“Not tonight, babe. I’m really exhausted.”

Marcus frowned but didn’t press. He rolled over and was soon snoring. Elena lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, her body still humming from Dante’s touch.

Her phone buzzed under her pillow.

Dante: I can still taste you. Come to me tomorrow afternoon. My office. I need to be inside you again.

She bit her lip, arousal stirring despite the fresh guilt. This was spiraling out of control. Yet she couldn’t stop.

The next afternoon, Elena told Marcus she was meeting an old friend for coffee. Instead, she took a cab straight to Moretti Tower. The moment she stepped into Dante’s private elevator, her heart raced with anticipation and fear.

Dante didn’t wait for pleasantries. The second the office door locked behind her, he had her pinned against it, kissing her with bruising intensity. His hands roamed possessively, shoving her dress up and finding her bare beneath it.

“You wore nothing underneath again,” he growled approvingly. “Good girl.”

He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carried her to the couch. There was no slow buildup. He freed himself and thrust into her in one deep stroke, swallowing her cry with his mouth. The pace was punishing, desperate as if he needed to erase the memory of her sitting beside her husband the night before.

“Every time I saw his hand on you,” Dante rasped between thrusts, “I wanted to kill him. You’re mine, Elena. f*****g mine.”

She clung to him, nails digging into his back as pleasure built rapidly. “Dante… yes… harder.”

He gave her exactly what she asked for, f*****g her into the couch until she shattered around him, crying out his name. Dante followed right after, groaning as he filled her once more.

Afterwards, they lay tangled together on the wide leather couch. Dante stroked her hair, his usual ruthless mask softening slightly.

“I’m serious about what I said last night,” he murmured. “I don’t want to share you anymore. Leave him, Elena. I’ll take care of everything.”

She lifted her head, searching his face. “It’s not that simple. Marcus and I have history. And your world… you said it yourself it’s dangerous.”

Dante’s expression darkened. “My world is dangerous, but I’ll protect you with my life. Marcus can’t give you what I can. He doesn’t even see you.”

Elena’s heart ached. The forbidden love growing between them felt more real every day, yet the consequences terrified her. “I need time.”

Dante’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. “Don’t take too long. My patience has limits.”

As she left his office an hour later, adjusting her clothes and fixing her makeup in the elevator mirror, Elena’s phone rang. It was Marcus.

“Hey,” she answered, trying to sound normal.

“Where are you?” His voice was sharper than usual. “I stopped by the café. Your friend said you never showed up.”

Elena froze. “I… I changed plans last minute. Sorry, I should have texted.”

There was a heavy pause on the other end. “Alright. Just… be careful, Elena. I’ve been hearing rumors about Dante. He’s not the kind of man you want to get too close to.”

Her blood ran cold. “What kind of rumors?”

“The kind that suggest he’s involved in things way beyond business.” Marcus sighed. “Anyway, I’ll see you tonight.”

Elena hung up, leaning against the elevator wall. The walls were closing in. Dante’s darkness, Marcus’s growing suspicion, and her own deepening feelings were creating a perfect storm.

She was falling in love with a dangerous man.

And there was no safe way out.