Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“I want a lot more than that.”

Her cheeks are stained with red. For the life of me, I can’t pin down this girl. She dresses like a slut but she acts like a blushing virgin. What the hell is that about?

Shaking my head, I take her leg in my hands. It’s hard to concentrate as I glide them up her smooth skin. I extend her leg so that it lies across my thigh, and then I spread the ointment over the cut. She closes her eyes as I wrap my hands around her. Then I take the gauze and press it firmly over the cut. Her thigh shivers when I smooth my hand over the bandage.

“Thanks.”

No problem, sweetheart. Now suck my cock.

Her leg is inches from my dick, and I imagine her straddling me in this chair. Blood rushes to my groin and I can’t help spreading my fingers around her flawless skin. Her chest pulses faster with my movements, but she draws her leg away from me.

“Let me take you home and give you a night you’ll never forget.”

Her eyes blaze. “Tell me what you’d do to me.”

“I told you.”

“I want to hear it again.”

The headiness in her voice makes my lips tug into a smirk. “First, I’d take a pair of scissors and cut that dress from your body and free those tits. Then I’d lay you over my couch and spread your legs so that I could lick your pussy.”

“Why?”

Why not?

“I want to make you come with nothing but my tongue thrusting inside that wet cunt.”

“Jesus.”

“Then when you’re nice and wet, and shaking from your orgasm, I’ll fuck you so goddamn hard and good your pussy won’t ever be able to enjoy another man’s cock again.”

“How would you fuck me?”

She’s driving me crazy with all these questions. I sweep my hand along her calf and grip it. “I’d take this leg and put it over my shoulder, and then I’d take the other and do the same thing so I could fuck you nice and deep.”

Maya’s dress vibrates right above her heart. I can see the fabric fluttering with her heartbeat, and I can feel my own thrumming hard. Like a goddamn jackhammer through my cock.

I get up from my chair and her eyes widen as I stoop down to kiss her again.

She places a palm against my chest and shakes her head.

“I can’t.”

What?

“Why the fuck not?”

She bites her lip viciously. “You’re Italian, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, so?”

“I can’t.” This time her tone is resolute. She stands up from the chair and gives me an uneasy look before she heads toward the door.

What the fuck?

“Whoa, sweetheart. Talk to me. What happened?”

I grab her wrist, and haughty eyes flick down at my hand and back at me. I’d like to fuck the insolence out of her gaze.

“I’m going home.”

“You can’t fuck me ’cause I’m Italian? What kind of prejudiced bullshit is that?”

A sad look wipes the pride from her face. “My dad would kill me. I’m sorry.”

She pulls away from me, and frustration boils in my veins. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s the biggest cock-tease I’ve ever met.

“Let me talk to your dad.”

Maya suddenly bursts into laughter and throws back her head as if it’s the most hilarious thing she’s ever heard. It’s fucking insulting, and I want to tie her up and fuck her anyway, father or no father.

“Lets just say that my father could make life very miserable for a bar owner.”

She pushes open the door, leaving me stunned in the office. I have to remind myself of two things. One, this girl has no idea who I am and how far I’m willing to go to get what I want. Two, I need to restrain my anger.

But I can’t.

I barge out of the office, back into the noise of the bar, and grab her shoulders, whirling her around to pin her against the wall. A slight gasp leaves her throat as her back bumps the wall, and I feel a stab of guilt for the fear widening her eyes.

“No one walks out on me.”

Her eyebrows narrow. “You think very highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“I don’t tolerate disrespect from anyone.”

A smile flickers on her face. “Look, you’re hot and all, but I can’t date Italians. My father would kill me.”

“Are you fucking shitting me? You’re what, twenty-two, twenty-three, and you’re going to let Daddy tell you that my Italian cock is no good for your French-Canadian pussy?”

Her eyes narrow dangerously.

Too far.

“Let me go.”

Fine. Get the fuck out of here.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

My hands slide down her arms, which sprout with goose bumps. She reaches for the hem of her dress and pulls it over her tits, my cock hardening at the sight of them bouncing right in my fucking face.