Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Then her fingers loosen from my hair and I stick out my tongue. I slide up and down, waiting for her to gasp or moan, the sound hitting my cock. Jesus Christ, I have to shove my dick inside that wet pussy. I suck her hard, just flicking my tongue against her sensitive bud. She arches her back and grasps her hair.

“Please!”

Jesus fuck, I can’t take it anymore.

I get back on the couch, shoving myself between her as I come face-to-face with her, guiding my cock through her wetness. The urgency builds inside me like a pulsing ache, and I grab her tiny waist. I watch her eyes go wide when I shove my cock inside her, again and again. She claws my ass, and she’s so wet that the sound of my balls slapping her pussy echoes loudly in the room. The sounds she makes-the howling, the begging-fuck, it’s hot. Then I reach down and I pinch her clit just as I feel my stomach seize with a violent tremor.

“Fuck!”

I cover her mouth with mine as the pressure building up in my cock finally explodes. My hips thrust into her as I moan loud enough to surprise myself. She buries her fingers in my hair, breathing hard against my lips. I watch those blue eyes break as she succumbs to the orgasm shaking through her body. She clings to my neck and kisses me as aftershocks of my orgasm rip through me, thrusting my hips.

Goddamn, I came really hard.

I prop myself on my elbows and I wipe away a strand of hair sticking to her forehead. Her face breaks into a wide smile.

“That was amazing.”

“I told you, didn’t I?”

Her cheeks burn a dark fuchsia, and I wonder why I’m not already on my way, picking my clothes off the floor and making some excuse why I can’t stay. I’m still here, balls deep inside her. Something freezes me in place. Maybe it’s the way she’s still begging me with those eyes.

“What’s that look?”

Her eyes are so fucking blue.

“I thought you’d be different.”

I make a noise through my nose.

“I thought you’d be an asshole.”

I trace her plump bottom lip. An aftershock of my orgasm shakes through my body and I feel like I’m drunk on the smell of her hair. It takes me a while to respond. “Because?”

“You’re a wise guy.”

My stomach tightens. How did she find out?

You practically threatened that jock by dropping Johnny’s name.

“Yeah, well, I’m not an asshole to women, but everyone else is shit out of luck.”

The corners of her eyes wrinkle with a smile. “Tough guy, huh?”

My elbows sink into the couch cushions as I nuzzle her neck. When I plant a kiss on her throat, she utters a small gasp and I smile against her skin.

“You think you’ve got me pinned down?”

I pull back far enough so that her nose touches mine. Her shoulders lift in a shrug and she glances away shyly.

“Maybe.”

“What about you?” A smile staggers across my face. “Let me guess: sheltered girl who had to sneak out so that she could get some dick.”

“Close enough.”

I knew it.

A tinge of regret hits me because no matter how hot the sex was, I won’t see her again. I can’t. I’m already dreading the moment I’ll have to see the puzzled disappointment in her eyes.

She watches me, mouth half-open as if she wants to say something, and then the drowsy happiness fades from her eyes. Beatrice rolls on her side and reaches for her shirt. I pull out of her, unsticking my body from hers. Avoiding my gaze, she stands and picks up her clothes. I grab my slacks and stare at her, thrown by her behavior.

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Beatrice stands awkwardly, watching me dress. An odd expression hangs on her face. Then I button my shirt, smirking at the destroyed threads of one of the buttons.

“All right. I have to go-”

“I-I want-”

She opens her mouth with an air of determination, but I take her face in my hands gently.

“If I could see you again, I would. Sorry, hon.”

I kiss her stunned cheek and turn around before she can plead with me. Regret settles in my guts like lead. She was an incredibly hot lay, and maybe I would’ve called her. Fuck, you don’t forget a girl who gives head like that.

“I’ll see you soon, Jack Gallo.”

A smile hitches on my face and my hand is on the doorknob before I realize I never gave that girl my last name.

How did she know my last name?

It bugs me the whole night, and I can’t figure it out.

Do I know her?

I think I’d remember a girl like that. I keep slipping into earlier tonight, when I was banging the shit out of that smoking-hot girl-Beatrice. Definitely the best lay I’ve had in months.

Fucking focus.

I push thoughts of that girl out of my head.

The hospital is dark after midnight. They dim the hallways slightly and the rooms are blackened, and it’s quiet except for an oppressive, electrical hum that puts me on edge. All these fucking computers and equipment. I want to take a bat to them.

I walk into the ICU, swiping the stolen badge over the wall, which unlocks the double doors. I stroll in and veer to the left, avoiding the nurse’s station. My footsteps don’t make much noise on the polished floor. Years of being a predator on the streets taught me how to keep quiet. I never thought I’d use it for this. Then I pass the room where he died and a vicious surge of energy hits my chest.

They’re fucking animals. All of them.

A body hits my chest as I round the corner. He bounces off me and his clipboard goes flying, and I bend over quickly to pick it up.