Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Fuck yes.

My body rolls to the side and I yank open the nightstand drawer, fishing for a condom. Using my teeth, I tear it open and roll it over my rock-hard cock. No frills. Just a quick, hard fuck. She wraps her legs around me and gasps as I fuck her pussy, hammering her hard until she clutches my shoulders, screaming. It’s different when you can see their faces clearly in the daylight. Every vulnerability is laid out in the open for me, and Elena bares it all. She doesn’t hide.

Her back arches, thrusting her tits into my chest as I bury myself as deep as I can. If I could fuck every feeling away, I would. Then my legs shudder and I groan into her neck as her pussy clenches over my cock. She digs her nails into my scalp and then sinks into the sheets as the orgasm wipes every worry from her face.

I collapse beside her, breathing hard. My dick is fucking sore, and for once I’m not in a hurry to make her leave. I’m just exhausted. She curls next to me, her arm splayed across my chest.

It’s a nice view. Christ, she’ll be masturbation material for a long time.

The events of last night slide over my eyes like a highly graphic porn video, and I smile to myself as I stroke her back lightly. Then I remember her tears when I asked her to leave and the smile disappears. She nearly begged me to stay the night. Why?

“Why were you so upset last night?”

I tell myself I shouldn’t care-I don’t care, but it’s a curiosity.

Elena’s face freezes, but she stays silent.

“I did what you wanted. Can’t you at least tell me why I had to let you stay?”

The breath hitches in her throat and she opens and closes her mouth. I start to get impatient, but I force myself to wait it out.

Let her talk.

“I needed a safe place to crash.”

I thought it had something to do with the ex.

“Call the cops.”

“He’ll kill me before I can get a restraining order.”

I won’t lie, it’s not uncommon to hear about a wise guy slapping around his girl. It’s frowned upon, but tolerated because no one ever sees the abuse. There’s always an explanation for the bruises, even though we all know the truth. It sickens me. One of the many things I can’t stand about the life.

“So your solution is to what? Fuck me? Get him jealous or something?”

“No, I just didn’t want to be home.”

Acrid bile rises in my throat when I look at her worried face.

“Johnny told me to keep an eye on you.”

She lets out a sound through her nose. “What the fuck?”

“He just wants to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

For a moment she looks furious and I brace myself for the hell storm that’s sure to follow, but she deflates almost instantly.

“Please don’t make me go back to him.”

The fear trembling her voice makes me curious. It also adds a bad taste to my mouth.

“No one’s going to make you do anything, but no one’s going to help you either.”

She says nothing for a while. “I just don’t want to be with him.”

A gaunt look overcomes her face. Her eyes are listless as they stare into mine and then drop away. She slides away from my arms to sit on the edge of the bed. There’s nothing but the coarse sound of her legs moving over the sheets, and somehow it’s grating to my ears.

Something goes through me when I watch her bent-over back. Self-disgust, maybe. Elena bends her face into her hands for a few seconds before inhaling a long breath, and I have a sudden desire to slide next to her and wrap an arm around her, but I don’t make a move. She picks up her clothes one by one and pulls them on. The misery on her face bothers me more than I’d like to admit, but there’s nothing I can do for her. Nothing. If I laid a hand on him, I would get killed. Made members aren’t allowed to be touched without permission.

I’m willing to fuck her, but not to stick my neck out for her.

I really am a bastard.

I open my mouth, but there’s really nothing to say to her. Not when she’s leaving my place, and I’ll probably never be alone with her again. Though I suppose I’ll see her if she works at Tommy’s bar.

“Can I have your number?”

The question startles me, and I hate myself even more when I have to turn her down.

“Sorry, but I never see a girl twice.”

Disappointment floods her pretty face as she nods. Thank God, she doesn’t cry.

I walk her to the door, grappling with changing my goddamn mind, and then she whirls around to grab my shoulders. Hanging in the doorway, she kisses me as though it’s the last time. I suppose it is, but no one’s ever made me aware of that quite like her.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

Her thigh bumps into my cock as she crushes her mouth against mine. A weak feeling spreads through my limbs and I grin when she reaches around to grab my ass.

“I guess I should count myself lucky that you fucked me more than once.”

I like the fact that she just brushes it off as though it’s nothing. She’s not a crier. She’s tough.

Elena’s flushed lips pull into a sad smile as she steps back from me and gives me a little wave.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

“See you.”

“Bye.”

Then I watch her flounce down the steps and walk down the street. I keep watching her even though the cold rolls over my bare feet and makes them numb.

ELENA

Snow dusts my jacket as I walk down the white street. Heaps of fresh white pile on the sidewalk, and it’s fucking freezing. My toes are numb. The cold air stings my eyes and the white burns.

But it’s beautiful.

I brush my cotton gloves over a dusting of powder, and immediately regret it when it soaks through, stinging my fingertips. I walk past brownstones, and see a brilliant splash of red on some fresh snow. It looks like juice, but it reminds me of blood.