The Mafia Princess And Her Bodyguard

What do I do with Trinity Stone? I know what I want to do, but the problem is what I can do, and that is...nothing...but... "Princess, you smell so good."

I run the edges of my lips softly against her cheek. I hear her breath hitch...and then she softly whimpers my name... "C.o.l.t.o.n"

"Yes, princess?"

"You...you...What are you doing?"

"Do you want me to show you?"

"Y.e.s"

I push my groin deep into her thigh. I feel her body start to give in as my body touches that part that she was so freely advertising but a few moments ago.

And those little whimpers have now become a soft little moan at the back of her throat...

(But wait)

I run my warm...hot...wet...breath...slowly over her soft cheek to her deep red velvety lips. My lips are but an inch away from touching hers. I catch her breath as each syllable escapes my lips...

"Do...not...try...that...again..."

As the last word rolls over my lips, I move but a breath closer... Until we touch...

"Princess."

I immediately turn away from her, lacing my fingers into her hand; I pull her away from the wall and into the street again. I can hear her small rapid breaths as her racing heart starts to calm down. But the Trinity that she is has to get the last say. "That was very inappropriate."

I spin back around and drive her back into the very same wall again

"Do you want me to redefine inappropriate for you?"

"Yes...No...I mean no!"

"Don't worry, princess; I am not going to."

"Why not?"

"Because you are not my type."

(Bullshit)

Trinity Stone has just become my type.

...TRINITY POV...

He is not even on the job for a day, and he has his filthy paws all over me. He can be so glad that I did not slap him.

(But wow)

That was very hard and oh, boy! it is big; it is definitely the size a girl like me wants. ColtonCruz has it packing down there; I guess he is not just all muscles and fewer brains. It is a pity that he is not my type for how I would have loved to wrap my hands around that.

But now, he is pulling me down the street with a newfound purpose. Have I now upset him? Is he going to tell daddy that I gave him the slip? He is my last ticket to freedom; if he refuses to look after me, I will be stuck at home, and daddy won't allow me out anymore...

I need to stop him...

"Colton, wait!"

... He swings around and stops dead in his tracks...

"Yes, princess?"

"Are you going to tell my father?"

"Tell him what? The only reason I let you get so far was that I enjoyed watching you sway that ass."

Then he steps two steps towards me. He leans forward until his lips are close to my ear. I feel as his warm breath covers my skin for the second time today. As it sends chills down my spine...

(I get wet)

"Colton, what are you doing now?"

"Fuck."

He steps backward and turns around, giving me a full view of his tight ass... ...COLTON POV...

What were seven sensations of pleasure before has now turned into seven sensations of torture? Why did my stupid ass go and put these damn hungry lips over her soft and supple ones? They were cool, and they were wet, and they tasted like cotton candy. My common sense had to step in for this insatiable desire to have a piece of Trinity nearly made me devour that sweet mouth. I swear if she had to carry on talking, then I would have given her something to shut her mouth. I want Trinity Stone...

I cannot have Trinity Stone....

I still want Trinity Stone....

Once we get back to the car, I ever so politely open the door for her again. As she did before, she flips those slender legs over each other, giving me a glimpse of the real reason I open this door in the first place...

I stare for one fraction too long...

"Damn, I want to taste that."

"Sorry?"ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"I said where are we going to next?"

"Well, I guess that I have to go to the salon like I was supposed to, or else they are going to phone mom and ask where I am."

Then the strangest question comes to mind; she will either slap me or be very open and receptive to answer.

"Princess, do your mother and father always tell you what you can or cannot do?"

"Yes, they do; why does yours not do it to you?"

"My parents are dead, but I guess they always let me do what I wanted to."

"Well, father said if I am taking over when he steps down, then I have to be taught to do things the right way."

(Oh yes, that minor detail)

Now off to the salon; I don't think that there is much that she can get up to at a hair salon. Ya...I am going to have to sit between a bunch of drooling old ladies for at least the next three hours. I hate doing this job...well, maybe not up until

now.

"Princess, where is the hair salon?"

"What hair salon? We are going to the tanning salon, and while I am there, I am getting a wax."

"Please tell me you are waxing your legs?"

She only gives me a wink and a little chuckle, and all I can think of is...

I have just managed to get this beast to settle down, and now she is going to stir him up again.

"Please tell me there is no backdoor out of this place."

"Uhm...I have given one of your guys a slip from here...twice."

"Then at least tell me that you are wearing a bikini on this thing?"

She just shakes that pretty head as she smiles...

"Fuck."

I don't think that she will make a run for it again...

"I am sorry, princess, but I am waiting outside."

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"But you..."

"No."

"You must..."

"No."

"Come in..." "No."

With that, she throws a hissy fit and rushes off ahead in front of me. Hey, I am not complaining; I love how she is pouting those lips.

So I find myself quite relaxed outside in the seating area while 'Miss I am about to throw a tantrum' makes her way into the back.

From what the girl at the front says, it should take her fifteen minutes, and then the tanning bed is done... But twenty comes...

Then another five...

And then thirty comes...

Ya...I think I need to check on her; I think little princess might be giving me another slip.

I turn the corner to the cubicle to where she should be when someone walks smack bang into my chest. A sweet scent of vanilla hits my senses back. As I look up, I see this goddam beautiful woman... "Where are you running off to again?"

"I have just been for my wax; I came back to put my clothes on."

(What?!)

As I look down to where my hands are casually laying on her hips, I only feel for the very first time that I have all ten of my fingers pressing deep into her skin...As for the rest... There is nothing...

"Fuck."

Oh... what do I do now? I have her halfway to where I want her to be. All I have to do is push her into that cubicle and have my way with her in whichever way I want...but... "P.r.i.n.c.e.s.s"

"Colton?"

"God, you feel so good."

"I think you just said that out loud."

"Ya, I think I did."

I shift in my steps, hoping to adjust the ever-growing bulge in my pants. I continue to hold her firmly around the waist. She feels too goddamn good to let go. It feels like my fingers are melting into her skin. I don't know if it is the heat of her body or the tanning bed behind us that radiates from her skin, but it is making me hot and heavy and so ready to take her...

And then instead of letting go...

My damn hand follows her waist down to her thighs and around to cup that damn firm ass in my hand...

"They feel better than they look."

Then...

God, what am I doing...do I have a death wish? Trinity Stone is off limits!

"Shit, princess! I will be in the front."

"Are you just going to leave me like this?"

"Uhm..."

...TRINITY POV...

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What the hell was that? He had his hands all over my waist...I take it back, I don't care how rough they are or where they have been, I only want him to hold me like that...Then...

My ass has never tingled so much; it sends a shooting sensation to the very place that is now definitely slippery wet...but then...

(He disappears)

So I make my way inside the cubicle to get dressed.

When I meet him outside, he barely even looks me in the eyes.

"Colton?"

"Yes, Trinity?"

What happened to princess?

"Colton, are you upset?"

"That should not have happened; I am sorry about that. It won't happen again."

"But..."

"No, Trinity, this is not how I do business. I do not bang the boss's daughter."

"Oh, so you want to bang me?"

"Ugh!"

He grunts as he gets into the car...this time, he does not open the door for me at all.

After taking me to pick up a few things that I ordered out of the catalog, we finally make our way back home.

The weather has not cleared up, and I can safely say the mood in the car is just as miserable as it is outside. He does not say a word, but I catch him staring at my legs now and then. And for one fraction too long while we are standing still, I see him looking at my lips.

I know he wants me...

And yes...I want him too...

When we finally pull into the driveway, he gets out of the car and helps me take my stuff inside. He places them on the kitchen counter and makes his turn to leave...

But I stop him...

"Please, can you help me take this up to my room?"

"Fuck."

He grabs the bags from me and very hesitantly follows me behind. I know he will be staring at my ass, so I put a sway into it and sway it with more purpose. "Vixen."

"What did you say?"

"I said these things are heavy."

"I am sure with those strong arms; you can carry two of me."

"Believe princess, one of you is enough."

As he gets to my room, I innocently show him to go inside and put the bags down in the very far corner of the room. Once I am inside, I slam the door behind me firmly shut.

I watch as his eyes grow wide, and he slowly makes longs steps to where I stand. He tries to move me to the side, to reach the door, but I only move to block his way.

"What are you doing, princess?"

"I want you to kiss me, Colton."

"I..."

I watch as he smiles one cheeky smile, and I must admit that my heart skips a beat. I feel as he slips his strong hands around my waist and pulls my body into every inch of him. The exposed skin of his chest presses against my bare skin; the sensation sends warmth to my core. I moan softly, and he answers with a groan; I can feel his warm breath as he brings his lips only but an inch away from mine.

Then...

The door flings open...