Taken by the Italian Mafia: A Dark City Romance by Sadie Black, BWWM United

together.
    "I know because when he's getting too crazy or going down the wrong path, I'll be there to reel him in. I'll be that little bit of light optimism in his dark that'll keep him kind, but still ruthless. He's going to be everything you need him to be, and more."
    The words that were coming out of her mouth — Rocco couldn't believe them. Between the pressure of her body on his lap and the sudden blinding confidence she demonstrated, he was getting hot. Whitney shifted upon his lap, and he felt himself begin to harden. Wrong. So wrong. And yet...
    Each time she moved, her thighs brushed against his. Like silk upon his skin, he'd never felt a woman who felt so fantastic. And the smell of her... Rocco recalled savoring it before. Energetic, vibrant, and fun, like he imagined she was in her down time. What was she like when she wasn't caught up in nightmare scenarios of life and death? He felt he knew. He felt he knew too well. How was a woman as interesting and as attractive as her stuck working for a schmuck like Liam? Why was she still paralyzed in a career that led nowhere? Rocco had no answers, but he had solutions. There were other avenues for her to explore, and he could set her up with them with just a few strong words and a repaid favor or two. It was as easy as that.
    "Rocco," Whitney murmured. She'd turned a little so that she faced him, arm still hooked around his neck. Rocco blinked a few times and focused his eyes. The room and his father were gone — they sat on a wooden chair alone, in a house he didn't recognize, but felt familiar.
    "Yeah?" he asked, blinking once more to bring himself back to the situation at hand. How easy he felt around her. How free.
    Those dark irises locked with his, and Whitney smiled. There was a look in her eyes, a sharp, dangerous kind of look he recognized as part of his own repertoire. This was a Whitney he'd never seen before, but one he found he trusted, just as his father had trusted him. And yet, beyond that look, there was more than just the cold detachment necessary for a life in the family business — there was desire.
    "I know that you've got this," she whispered. The touch of her body lit him on fire, and he found himself desiring her with increasing urgency. How could a woman's body feel so right? How could her lips look so tempting? How could every curve of her body root itself in his memory the way it did, dragging him into her web and holding him there? Subjected to her touch, he was just a fly caught up in a spider's silk, and she had him wrapped up tight. "I know that you've got this because I've got you, and as long as that's the case, the future is ours. Nothing will hold us back."
    Ours. Us.   The memory of they bounced in his mind to bump other thoughts aside. Ever since he was a young man, he had wanted someone he could depend upon, someone he could think of as a partner. The desire was not just professional. After all these years alone, caught up in sex for pleasure, had he found someone he could count on when times got rough?
    Whitney smiled and turned her head to the side, allowing the tip of her nose to slide down the length of his. They locked lips, and the feeling of fireworks in his chest returned in full force. Rocco slid a hand over her hip and held her closer, but just as the kiss was about to progress, a realization jarred him from his enjoyment: none of this was real.
    With a sharp inhalation and a jump, Rocco woke up. The dark eyes from his dream now peered into him in real life, just as gorgeous as they had been while asleep. Whitney was beautiful. As he gazed at her, he knew yesterday's failures hadn't been the result of coincidence. He hadn't found it in himself to kill her because he wanted her all for himself.
    No matter how much the professional in him urged him to end her life, he knew he couldn't bring himself to do it. Rocco would keep the one person who made him feel this way safe no matter what she knew. If she felt anywhere