Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Her arms tremble from the force of my thrusts. Her voice is like a lightning bolt straight into my cock, energizing me. My vision narrows to the girl writhing on my bed, screaming for more. With every thrust, she opens her mouth in a moan and her tits swing forward. I grab both in my hands and wrench her upright, using them to hold her against me.

“Oh my God, John-”

“I need you to come, baby.”

My arm snakes around her waist while the other holds her tits. As I thrust into her, I grab her swollen clit and press down hard, rubbing her in circles. She nearly swoons in my arms. Maya turns her flushed face toward mine, and I crush my lips against hers. It’s too much. The fucking feeling of her tight pussy gripping my cock like it doesn’t ever want to let me go, her tits in my hands, and the screams she makes.

“I need you to fucking come.”

She doesn’t flinch from the rough edge in my voice. She’s lost in the pleasure of it just like I am.

“I am!”

I feel the explosion ripping through her body as she grips my cock hard and falls apart in my arms, sagging against me. Then I’m done, too. I’m no match against her perfect body. I ram her so hard that she screams in pain, and the ache swells like a wave. It crashes down, and I feel the hot jets of cum, and her wet thighs against mine. I let her down gently and pulse a few more times.

“Fuck!”

Yes, I needed this.

Still inside her, I lie down over her, propping myself up by my elbows. Damn, I’m exhausted.

“Oh my God.”

Her mellowed voice breathes out in my bedroom as her chest pulses. A thrill of pride hits my chest as she turns to face me.

“I’ve never been fucked like that. Ever.”

I smile, pressing my wet forehead against hers. “I told you I was good.”

She touches my chin, tracing it. “I knew you’d be. I just-”

“Didn’t know how good it would feel?”

I’m amused at the slight blush pinking her cheeks as she nods, the haughtiness in her eyes finally gone.

Right around now would be the time where I’d usually invent some kind of work-related business I had to attend to because I’m an asshole and I want them out of my apartment, but I feel no desire to get rid of her. And it hits me suddenly. I want this girl again. Not just for tonight, or the next day. I want her on call whenever I want to fuck her. Why should I bang cocktail waitresses when I have a hot piece of ass who will let me do whatever the hell I want?

But it’s against my rules. Fuck a girl more than once, and the next thing you know, they want a relationship. And then they want to meet your mother and tickets to the opera and fuck knows what else.

Then she kisses me. Her lips are against mine before I can even summon up an excuse to suggest that she should leave, and then that compulsion is wiped away completely. She kisses me and slips her tongue inside me, making my heart pound.

Crack of dawn. Something moves beside my bed. A shadow.

I don’t even think. In seconds my hand clutches the handle of the gun stashed under my pillow. Then I lunge across the bed, grabbing a skinny wrist. A female cry of pain surprises me as I bury the gun in her temple, pressing her body to mine.

“Shut the fuck up and don’t move.”

“It’s me, you idiot!”

Holy fuck.

My heart clenches painfully as I recognize her voice and put the gun aside, flipping on the lamp. She blinks furiously against the bright light.

“Sneaking out in the middle of the night, eh? Nice.”

I should be pissed, but it’s hard not to laugh at this shit. Who the fuck has the balls to walk out on me?

“You had to put a gun to my head?”

“You took me by surprise,” I say, letting her go roughly.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“I just wanted to leave before you woke up.”

“Classy.”

Maya crosses her arms and stares at me.

No apology, nothing.

“Why? So you could go back to Daddy before he woke up?”

Her face heats up like a lamp. “You don’t understand, and I can’t explain.”

My chest heaves in a sigh. “Fine. At least let me drive you home.”

“No,” she says too quickly.

No. “No” is not a word I hear very often. It makes my stomach churn to see her standing there like that, just as defiant as she was in the bar.

Now my blood is starting to boil.

“What the fuck is wrong with me giving you a ride home, huh?”

“Nothing,” she insists.

“Are you embarrassed by me?”

“No!” Her face burns under my stare. “Please, just take my word for it. He can’t know.”

Fine. Whatever.

“You should stay the night. He’s going to find out anyway.”

She tenses at that. “He can’t.”

“It’s not safe walking alone at this time.”

Her lips stagger with a small grin. “It’s safe for me.”