Mafia Obsession

Ellie

It’s just my fucking luck. A few steps out onto the pavement, and that is when I’m caught. I’d honestly thought I’d made it away with all that cash stuffed under my clothes and in my bag.

Nope.

They had waited until the last moment to bust me-assholes. They’ve found the cash in the bag, but they’ve been grilling me about the forty thousand dollars missing for the past half an hour. Even after patting me down, they didn’t detect the cash stashed in rather intimate places.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

I’m keeping my mouth shut-it’s my only bargaining chip.

Now, I’m sitting in the same room I’d stolen the money from, tied to a damn chair. The rope around my wrists is so tight it digs into my skin, making it impossible to slip free of the restraints. The guy that tied them knew what he was doing. This isn’t the first time I’ve been tied to a chair, but it is the first time I can’t slip the ties.

My mind is racing as I try to plan an escape plan, but I’ve got nothing. If I can’t get out of these bindings, then I can’t escape. One of the security guards peak in through the door, checking on me.

“Excuse me,” I say, batting my eyes lids at him. He narrows his eyes at me. “What?”

“These restraints are so tight they’re cutting off my circulation. Do you think you could loosen them a touch?”

The guard smirks at me. “Nice try, sweet cheeks.” My stomach dips as he leaves.

Fuck.

These guys know what they’re doing. Who am I kidding? They’re part of the Romano Mafia, of course they know what the they’re doing. When I stepped in here, I knew I was taking a risk, stealing from them. Desperation had driven me to the last fucking resort.

A deep, irritated voice sounds outside my door. “Where the fuck is this good-for-nothing thief?”

“In there, sir.”

There’s a low growl, followed by footsteps nearing the room. My heart is pounding against my rib cage, forcing blood to race through my veins. The moment he steps into the room, my stomach twists with sickness.

Leo Romano.

I know him from reputation and spotting him a couple of times around Philly. They brought the underboss here for this. It seems like an extreme move, considering it was a small amount of cash I’d attempted to steal-at least, small to them.

Two hundred thousand dollars is a drop in the ocean to the Romano Mafia-they’re worth multi-millions, if not billions. No one knows the true amount, considering all their money is from criminal activity.

“Fuck,” he says, the moment he sees me, running a hand through his tousled light brown hair.

I bite my bottom lip, knowing I’m in deep trouble. The Romano Mafia does not forgive and forget, especially not Leo Romano. He will kill anyone that crosses them and that’s why this was such a risk.

I watch as Leo turns toward the door and pushes it shut behind him, turning the lock. He steps back toward me, sending a shiver down my spine. His bright blue eyes are dangerous as they spark with a fire, holding my gaze. The Romano Mafia like people to show them respect, and I should avert his gaze, but I can’t bring myself to tear my eyes from his.

He takes another step toward me and then stops, crossing his arms over his muscled chest. The tattoos on his forearms visible and snaking further under his tight black t-shirt. My mouth dries as I take in his appearance. He’s more attractive than any man I’ve ever seen, with high cheekbones and bright blue crystal eyes that almost shine in the light. I’ve never been this close to him to notice.

A charged silence fills the air, and I’m sure this is the end. Leo Romano will kill me in cold-blood. I wonder how he’ll do it. Maybe he’ll strangle me, or shoot me. Who the hell cares?

No one would miss a thief like me-except for my best friend, Ashley. A tightness constricts at my throat at the thought of her waiting for me to return tonight. My body would never be found.

“What is your name?” Leo asks, watching me intently. I clear my throat. “Ellie.”

His eyes narrow. “Ellie what?” he growls. I swallow hard. “Ellie Russo.”

He gives me one satisfied nod and then steps closer to me, making me shake with fear. Once he’s two feet away from me, he stops. “You tried to steal from me.”

I nod in response, unable to bring myself to utter another word.

One eyebrow quirks up and the whisper of a smirk plays at his luscious lips. “You’re not even going to try to deny it?”

My brow furrows at his question. I was caught red-handed for God’s sake, with their cash stuffed in my handbag. There’s no chance in hell I’m stupid enough to deny it. I shake my head in response, too freaked out to speak.

He rubs the back of his neck and sighs heavily. “Where is the rest of the cash?”

I glare at him defiantly, knowing if I give that up I’m a dead woman. “If I tell you, you will kill me.”

His jaw clenches and his eyes narrow. “Tell me and I’ll make it quick,” he says coldly.

I tremble, knowing there’s no way out of this. He will kill me either way, so I may as well keep my mouth shut. I turn my face away and look in the opposite direction, ignoring him entirely.

“It seems I will have to punish you, until you tell me,” he purrs, voice husky.

His voice is as alluring as the rest of him, deep and smooth. His rough hands slide to cup my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. There’s an illicit desire burning in his irises. One that has me picturing him placing me over his knee and spanking me for being a bad girl. I clench my thighs together, trying to stop the aching between them.

He no doubt means he has to torture me for it, not spank me. That’s just my own fucked up desire messing with my mind. This guy is so handsome.

“Stand up,” he commands, watching me with the same intensity.

I try to stand, forgetting about the bindings on my wrists and pulling the chair with me. It’s impossible to balance and I tumble over, falling into a pile on the floor entangled with the chair. Always the damn klutz.

Leo chuckles lightly and steps toward me, kneeling down by my side and pulling out a knife from under his right trouser leg. Oh God, this is it. I’m about to be murdered by the mafia. I shut my eyes tightly and take in a deep breath, picturing a better time than this. It’s tough, since I don’t have many good memories.

Suddenly, the tightness around my wrists releases, and I open one eye to find he’s cut my bindings.

“Try again now,” he says, his voice softer.

I stand to my feet, rubbing my aching wrists and keeping my eyes on the man in front of me.

“Pick up the chair and set it back down where it was.”

This is all a little strange and not as ominous as I expected, but I do as he requests. I’m not stupid enough to question him. The chair is back in place and I stand next to it, waiting for another command. He says nothing, instead he walks passed me and sits on the chair.

I gasp as he grabs hold of my hips and forces me toward him.

“Lie down on your front over my lap,” he says, tightening his grip on my hips.

I hesitate for a moment. My eyes are drawn to the straining bulge at his crotch. His not so small package is definitely hard, pressing against the fabric of his pants. My pussy aches with need at the thought of being spanked by this hot as hell crime boss.

“Now,” he growls.

I do as he says, lying over his lap. The hard press of his cock throbs against my tummy, making me moan gently. I’ve never had someone get me going with just his voice and actions the way Leo is. He’s commanding me in a way I’ve always craved but never received.

“I’m going to punish you for what you did, Ellie,” he groans, rubbing his hand over my fabric clad ass and making me even more needy. He lets his hand brush over my bare thighs lightly, snaking higher and higher and pushing my dress up around my lower hips.

I gasp, as he brings his hand down onto my ass in a hard slap, making me tingle with a stinging, thrilling pain. He rubs the sore skin and then

repeats on my other ass cheek. “You’ve been a bad girl, and I need to punish you,” he says, voice laced with pure desire.

I moan, surprising myself at how much being spanked by a total stranger turns me on. Not to mention, one who is more dangerous than any other man I’ve ever encountered. His thick cock pulses against my tummy as I wiggle in his grip, trying to get a gauge of the size of him. In this position, he feels impossibly huge.

My heart rate speeds up as his finger hooks into the drenched fabric of my thong, pulling it away from my aching heat. “It feels like you are enjoying this a little too much, considering it’s a punishment,” he growls, letting the fabric slap back against my drenched lips.

He pulls them down, and stops the moment he detects the wedge of cash in the front pouch. “Hmm, what’s this?” His fingers move to the twenty thousand dollars in the front. “But, where are the other two?”

I hold my lips tightly shut, hoping I get out of this alive by some miracle. Once the cash is back on the desk, he pulls my panties down, chucking them on the floor.

I gaze back at him to see his hungry gaze fixed to my soaking wet arousal. When Leo walked through the door I was expecting to feel pain-a lot of pain. Instead, I’m in ecstasy.

His finger dips between my slick lips, coating it in my juice. Without warning, he presses his thick finger deep inside of me, right to the knuckle. I let out a loud moan, bucking my hips trying to get more friction on my clit.

“Do you enjoy being punished?” He spanks me even harder, no doubt leaving a mark on my skin.

I groan, nodding my head as he kneads my ass cheek in his palm.

“Answer me.” He spanks me again, making me cry out in both pleasure and pain.

“Yes, sir,” I moan, feeling his cock as hard as freaking stone beneath me.

He wraps his fingers around my throat, and my clit aches, sending pleasure spiking through my body. “No one steals from a Romano,” he growls.

A confusing mix of fear and lust spikes through me. This man is so dominant and everything I crave, but he can also end me with a click of his

fingers. He has more power than the man I’m trying to run from. It should scare me more than it does. Instead, I’m moaning on his lap like a whore.

“I’m going to punish you, pretty little thief. I’m going to punish you really good,” he groans, slapping my ass again.

The pressure is building deep within me, sending me toward the edge, and he has barely touched me. It’s the situation-being at the mercy of such a powerful man. His hands keeping me pinned to him and taking away all control.

“Naughty girl,” he growls, as he dips two fingers back into my soaking wet heat.

I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from moaning. This isn’t something I should be enjoying. All reasoning is gone the moment he reaches for my clit, rubbing his fingers in circles and sending me right to the edge. I buck against his lap, moaning and writhing for more.

He holds me so tightly I know his fingers will leave bruises on my skin. It’s a thought that drives me wild with hot, fiery need. “Fuck, Bella.” The way he says Bella in an Italian accent only adds to the hot fire burning within me.

The Romano brothers were born in America, but their father was Italian. Leo has a lilt of Italian to his accent and has stuck to his heritage. It’s sexy as hell.

He fingers me, playing with my throbbing bud at the same time. It’s all it takes to dangle me on the edge, flooding my body with the pressure of an oncoming orgasm. This is so wrong, but it feels so right. My body responds to his dominating nature. It responds to the feel of his big, rough hands on my skin and his hard length pressing against my tummy.

I moan deeply, as he keeps fucking me with his fingers, pushing me to the edge. I cry out as he curls them, hitting the spot that has me coming undone. A powerful orgasm slams into me, lighting me up like nothing ever has. He doesn’t stop, though. I can barely see through the white clouding my vision, as he continues to finger me through it, building me toward another.

His fingers tease at my sensitive clit, edging me closer and closer to an explosion so intense, I’m not sure I’ll survive it. The speed at which he builds me toward my second orgasm is almost unbelievable.

It’s as if he can read my body like a damn book. I cry out, on the edge of suffering from too much pleasureif that’s possible. Leo doesn’t stop toying with me over and over. He’s a master of my body, doing things to me I never knew possible.

“That’s it Bella, I want you to come for me, again,” he growls, slapping my ass harder this time.

“Fuck,” I moan, trying to find something to grip hold of. This man is doing things to me I’ve only ever dreamed of. Nothing has ever felt so good.

He slaps my ass hard with one hand and keeps finger fucking me with the other, sending the perfect amount of pain and pleasure spiking through my nerve endings. The line between pain and pleasure so blurred I can’t tell one from the other.

I know I’m about to come again any moment, teetering on the edge of no return. It takes one last erotic, firm slap and my body spasms in his hands, muscles tightening and contracting.

Warmth flooding me as I come all over his hand and no doubt onto his pants, making him wet. He groans above me, still fingering me. I can’t take anymore, but I can’t find the words to tell him to stop. He’s turned me into a molten puddle on his lap, and I’ve never felt so out of control in all my life.

Maybe he already killed me, and this is heaven.