The Darkest King: A Dark Mafia Romance (The Dark Kings of NYC Book 1)
Chapter 4

I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her all night.

It’s pissing me off.

Who the hell is she? Mia from Bloom Events Management.

Jesus, I’m losing my mind. No disrespect—she’s a beautiful young woman—but events assistants aren’t exactly my type.

Don’t go believing the escorts I fuck are common sex workers. They aren’t. Many are lawyers, for example, during the day, looking for a way to spice up their lives. Women living in a man’s world, wanting to submit and be controlled, instead of having to be in control.

Control I desire.

A young girl like Mia wouldn’t understand or crave what I need and want to give. I would terrify her.

My cock jumps.

Apparently, I like that idea.

Mia’s eyes grow wide when I let out a groan.

I shouldn’t, but I’m going to. She did pour liquor all over me. The least she can do is let me come over her little tits.

“I believe you need to follow me,” I say, releasing her arms.

“Yes, of course. Your tuxedo.” Mia nods.

Mack opens the door, and we walk through the lobby. She’s tiny beside me, and my hand itches to be placed in the small of her back. Instead, I stay close, as if concerned she’ll try to escape.

That’s one thing she won’t do.

Benson greets us, opening the car door when we step outside.

“If you want, I can just wait—” Mia begins.

“Get in, Mia,” I order, and her mouth falls open.

I’M NOT USED to people ignoring my orders, or disregarding them, but as Mia stands shaking her head, I’m a mix of amused and irritated.

“I said, get in the car,” I growl, taking a step closer.

The truth is, I want to breathe in her scent again. Whatever it is, she smells like cinnamon and honey. It’s most alluring and comforting. A memory knocking at my door, wanting to get in from long ago. A feeling of belonging.

Mia’s fingers curl as I remove my jacket. She’s fighting her attraction to me, which is unusual. Most women would be clambering to get inside my car, offering me their bodies.

And asking when the wedding is.

Fuck that.

Not Mia. She’s fighting it, while I want to own her body.

At least for a few hours.

“No thanks. I can just wait out here while you…” Mia swirls her finger in the air.

I raise both my brows and nearly laugh.

She has got to be kidding. Does she really think I’m going to strip and hand her my laundry?

I break my own rule, once again, as Mack shoots me a look. He already has the passenger door open and is ready to climb in. Lingering makes him nervous, and I respect that.

He’s a former marine, like me.

All my men are.

“Three seconds, Mia. Get in the car,” I repeat. “Or should I ask Donna to send someone else to assist?”

An asshole move, but I never said I was a gentleman.

This job is important to her. I could see her nerves when Donna discovered the unfortunate incident earlier.

Her eyes narrow.

“I’m not coming home with you,” Mia almost growls, and my lips twitch.

Yes, you are.

She has far more fire than I anticipated, and that excites me. Breaking tigers is much more arousing.

I nod to Mack, who begins to walk back inside.

“Wait,” she calls out, and Mack—who knew as well as I did he wouldn’t get more than two steps—halts.

I raise another brow.

“I’m not stripping outside the fucking convention center, Mia. You’ve been instructed to take my dry cleaning. I will undress at home, and then you can take it with you,” I say. “So, get in the goddamn car.”

She glares at me, then finally nods.

As she climbs in, I hear a faint mumble, something about baring my stupid chest earlier, and I grin.

“Let’s go,” I say, my smile disappearing, then I climb in after her.

MIA HAS POSITIONED herself in the furthest spot from me in the limo. When the car pulls away, she removes a device from her ear and the god-awful fanny pack wrapped around her body and drops them on the seat beside her.

Only then does she lift her eyes to mine.

Neither of us speak during the fifteen-minute drive. Instead, Mia fidgets, blushes, slides on a lip gloss, swallows repeatedly, and lowers her eyes to my crotch as I undo my sleeves and roll them up.

I wonder if she noticed my cock twitch.

If my observations are right, she’s currently counting her breaths, trying to lower her heart rate.

Adorable.

I wonder what she’s thinking while I focus on whether I’ll fuck her over the sofa, in my bedroom, or on the sweeping balcony of my penthouse.

The kitchen bench wins.

I want to lick her pussy, taste her, then tie her up on my bed and see which of my toys her body likes the most. Though I’m not a betting man, I won’t be putting my money on a butt plug. She’s way too innocent.

God, she better not be a virgin.

I won’t take her virginity.

“I could’ve picked it up in the morning,” Mia finally says, shaking her head as if kicking herself.

Yes, she could’ve.

If I’d let her. Which I hadn’t.

As we pull up outside my building, I lean my arms onto my knees and lock eyes with hers. Electricity shoots through me, and I swear the temperature skyrockets to about a thousand degrees inside the car. She’s lucky I’m not pulling her onto my lap—I really fucking want to touch her.

“Come upstairs, Mia. You can take it when you leave. What we do between now and then is up to you,” I say darkly, leaving no question about what I’m offering. What I’m wanting.

Her lips part and she licks them, causing my dick to jerk in my pants.

Fuck me.

“I should wait here,” she says, looking indecisive.

I give her a long moment, until finally her eyes slide to mine, and the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it like a knife.

Definitely not used to working so hard for this.

“You should come with me,” I say, and as if rehearsed, Mack chooses that exact moment to open the door. I sit back and sweep my hand out.

Bravely, Mia shuffles along the seat, then climbs out, and my cock does a little happy dance.

I smile privately.

Tonight, I get to taste this young woman. There’s something about her that’s caught my attention. Those icy blue eyes, the way she holds herself with attitude but seems vulnerable. I want her wide and begging, those glossy lips around my cock.

After I arrange my pants, I join her on the sidewalk and do everything in my power to stop from placing my hand on the small of her back.

Again.

We walk inside, and my private elevator opens. Mack shoots me a questioning look. I know what he’s asking, so I nod.

“Bring me a copy.”

Like all the women I fuck, Mia will need to sign the contract. She’s not an escort, but the same rules apply.

Tomorrow, I have an important meeting with Nathan, one of the Dark Kings. I’m eager for news inside the Italian mafia. Nathan has not been successful in reaching the upper level of the mob, and there have been no new leads in months.

Tonight, I play.