Conquered by the Mafia Boss

A stab of fear runs through me, but then his grip loosens and he leans over my back. I feel the strength of his thighs pressing against my legs and ass, and for a moment a wicked image of him fucking me, just like this while I’m bent over the table, flits through my head.

Not the fucking time.

“Don’t make me hurt you.”

The grittiness in his voice startles me for a moment. “Listen, asshole. I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t do anything to me. Let me go, or I’ll scream.”

“You don’t know where you are. I can hurt you and I will.” His breath blows over my ear, and I shiver all over.

What the fuck?

Rough fingers slide between my cleavage and I bite my lip hard as a rush of warmth floods my face. He grasps the little camera and pulls so that the string of the device yanks out of my bodice. I can’t see his face, but I imagine a smirk on him, and a rush of self-hatred consumes me.

The recording equipment drops in front of my face, another blow that leaves me reeling. Phil will expect me to pay for the destroyed camera. My throat slowly closes and I feel Luc’s hands on my waist suddenly.

“What-let me go!”

He ignores me, flipping my skirt over my back as a nervous laughter scatters around me.

“Damn, you have a nice ass.”

My chest heats up as he actually palms one of my cheeks.

“You’re not going to talk?”

“Fuck you!”

“Then you deserve this.”

He’s touching my ass! Oh my God, I’m going to be-

SMACK!

I feel the burn spread across my ass dimly, too shocked to accept the fact that a complete stranger just spanked me in front of a group of men. They roar with laughter.

“Let me go, or I’ll scream!”

“Go ahead, I’ll gag you.”

I groan as he bends over my body, his weight pinning me down. “You wanted to be a bad girl, didn’t you? You put on this fucking ridiculous camera. What, you think you’re Jane Bond?”

A strangled yell leaves my throat as his palm rips down on my flesh again, aggravating the burn. I twist around-I’m going to kick that fucker in his balls-but he’s too fucking strong. He pins me down again with one arm. He laughs at my futile attempts and kneads my ass, pinching it hard.

“Stop it-stop!”

“You come into my house with recording equipment. You should be glad that you’re a fine piece of ass, because most people don’t get this treatment.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Don’t call me a-”

SLAP!

The sound splits the air, cutting through the bellows of laughter around me. It’s so fucking humiliating. He lets his palm linger over my skin, his fingers digging in a slight squeeze that sends a jolt through my pussy. Goddamn it, no. Do not get turned-on-don’t give him the satisfaction.

“Are you a cop?”

“No!”

“Bullshit.”

I lunge forward, trying to avoid his blow, but he slams me against the felt and spanks me hard-twice for good measure. His thigh presses against my ass, and I swear that I can feel his cock kneading me. What would it be like if he just fucked me in front of this room full of men?

Jesus Christ, get your mind out of the gutter!

“Are you ready to tell me the truth-or do you need another?”

“I-I’m not a cop. I’m an assistant to a PI.” My face burns hot. “I was hired.”

“To do what? Answer me.”

He grinds his fingers into my swollen flesh with a low growl and I wince in pain.

I can’t. I’ll lose my job, and I need every cent to pay my cell phone bill.

Another voice chimes in. “She has to be a cop. What kind of PI sends his girl into a mob-controlled casino?”

Mob-controlled casino? My eyes widen. That means the man pinning me against the table is connected. Holy shit. My boss sent me here, knowing that if I got caught, I’d be under the chopping block, not him.

Fuck you, Phil.

“Yeah,” Luc agrees. “She’s full of shit.”

“Someone’s wife wanted proof they were gambling. That’s it, I swear!”

A deep chuckle reverberates from his chest and I feel it through my back. “Who?”

He lifts himself, allowing me to glance at the stunned group of men staring at me. My heart sinks as I point him out. “Him. His name is Jean-François. He lives at 743 Oak Grove Street.”

The target’s face pales. “Jesus. She’s right.”

A long sigh leaves Luc’s chest. “Don’t worry, sir. We’ll destroy the footage on the tape.” Then his voice darkens. “And she’ll be punished.”

Punished?

I straighten, heart hammering again, but he flattens me back over the table.

“Fuck you!”

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

Chimes of laughter echo around me, heating my blood.

Fuck these fucking fuckers.