Conquered by the Mafia Boss

I pull out, watching as cum slips out and runs down her legs. Anxiety suddenly punctures my euphoria. I always use a condom. Always. How did this girl make me forget to use one?

We collapse on the couch together and she sits across my legs, nuzzling my neck.

“I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”

Calm settles over my limbs as I let her curl up next to me. I always hate this part-the coming down from a high that always makes me feel a goddamn void. It’s usually also the time I start my countdown to the minutes I gently ask the girl to leave, but I don’t feel like I’m in a hurry this time.

I rub the back of her neck as she plants kisses on my throat, and it’s more than pleasant. Something uncomfortable bristles inside me.

Fuck. I shouldn’t let her stay long.

“I know.”

“You’re a confident guy, aren’t you?”

“I am when it comes to fucking.”

My skin shivers when she gives me a kiss right under my ear.

“You should be.”

Elena pulls back and beams at me. The smile she gives me makes me want her again, but I’ve already broken my rules once. She needs to get the fuck out.

“I’ve got work to do tonight.”

She stiffens as she recognizes the dismissal and her eyes suddenly look so sad that it’s like a knife to my gut.

“No you don’t.”

A slow smile spreads across my face. “Sorry, hon, but I do.”

Her lip quivers and I see the destruction all over her. Her eyes swim and a tear runs down her cheeks. I’m used to seeing chicks crying all the time, most of the time from rage, but this is different. This makes me feel bad. Not just in a general guilty sense, but in a way that makes my blood cold.

She takes my face in her hands and bites down on her lip viciously. “Please let me stay the night.”

There’s a tugging feeling in my chest that I despise. She runs her thumb over the stubble on my jaw and pleads me with her eyes. I think about those bruises on her neck.

“Why?”

Let her fucking stay!

Elena shakes her head violently. “I just need to stay here for one night. Just let me stay here, and I swear I’ll never bother you again if that’s what you want.”

The red flags are in flames.

The sweetness evaporates from my voice. “All right. I don’t usually do this, but I’ll let you stay so long as you don’t give me drama in the morning.”

She flinches from the coldness in my voice, but nods gratefully.

“Thank you.”

The warmth from her body disappears as she gets up from my lap and pads to the entrance to gather her clothes, and I hate the sting of cold from her absence. Blood pounds in my head as I go back inside my bedroom and pick a pair of boxers. The nagging feeling grows as I brush my teeth in the bathroom.

She’ll give me a hard time in the morning. I just know it. She’ll cry. She’ll moan. She’ll complain.

Fucking idiot. Shouldn’t have told her she could stay.

The mattress sinks as I sit down and wait for her to come inside. Ten minutes later I stand up with a growl and search for her. What the fuck is she doing?

Then I see her body curled up on the couch, trembling from the cold.

What a fucking asshole you are, Tony.

It hits my gut, seeing her like that. She thinks I want her on the couch, that she’s not good enough for my bed. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I just don’t want attachments. My shirtless reflection glares at me from the glass window, and I fix my expression, walking toward the curled-up girl. She stiffens when I lay my hand on her head.

“Come.”

“It’s okay,” she says in a reedy voice. “I’m fine.”

“Come.”

My mother didn’t raise me to be an asshole to girls. I take her hand and she follows me into the bedroom. I crawl under the sheets, and she follows swiftly, adding her warmth to my king-sized bed.

“Thanks, Tony.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Don’t thank me.

I don’t want to feel anything for her. That’s the whole fucking point of my “one night” rule. I turn my back on my guilt and shut the light, imagining the grateful smile on her face in the dark.

A soft feeling on my cheek, and then lips kissing my eyes open.

It’s peaceful. Beautiful. Then I look directly into her dark eyes, slightly creased with sadness.

The warmth in my chest disappears and I adjust myself under the sheets, noticing with a delayed fog that her naked tits press into my chest. My cock wakes up sharply and my eyes flare open. From the look on her face, she isn’t wearing anything else.

Well, that’s one way to wake up.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle.”

“Hi.” Elena’s lips seal against mine as her hand anchors over my cock. It stiffens almost immediately, and Elena pulls back, smirking.

“I didn’t fuck you hard enough last night?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

My mouth gapes open slightly as I feel heat rolling from her body. She’s not lying-I can feel her wetness when I curl my hand between her thighs. It comes back soaking.

I just can’t let her leave unsatisfied.