Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Mia

Nick moves behind me and slips his arm back around my waist.

That force washes over me like it did last night and the other day.

Passion.

That’s what it is.

Tonight it’s accompanied by desire.

It washes over me and over him too and it’s like this song was made for us because we start dancing as if we’d practiced.

But, he’s holding me against him so I can feel his erection pressing into my ass.

His hands run down the length of my waist and smooth over it, right up to cup my breasts and I press into him. I press into him and hold his hands against me, wanting his touch. Wanting him.

It’s the effect of him.

The effect he has on me. Making me want him.

Making me want him so bad I forget all the reasons I shouldn’t.

I wiggle my hips and he grinds against me, dipping his head to my neck so he can trace a line of hot fiery kisses over my skin.

We stay like this for the whole song, just moving against each other. At the end he turns me to him and I find myself smiling. He takes my face again and whispers into my ear when the volume of the music drops to change.

“Naughty girl… you like me,” he breathes.

I turn my face to him and brush against his nose. “Maybe,” I whisper back.

He cups my breast again and runs his finger over the diamond hard nipple. It’s begging to be touched as bad as the rest of my body. If this were anywhere else I wouldn’t be like this.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Maybe?”

He takes my hand and places it against the bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.

He closes my hand over it and a little breath escapes my lips. He smiles the wicked smile, sinful in every way and holds down hard on my hand, encouraging me to rub up and down his length.

I do, and continue when he releases my hand.

“That’s how much I like you, Angel Doll.”

Fuck…

He’s massive and seems to grow in my hands. He comes back down and captures my mouth for a hungry kiss while I rub his cock. When he pulls away, he takes my hand.

“Time to go,” he rasps out.

The music gets louder but we head away from the dance floor. We pass all sorts of stuff happening, but all I see is him.

All I want is him.

He takes me back to the elevator, taps the button for the sixth floor, a floor I’ve never been on.

He reclaims my lips before I get the chance to ask where we’re going. He shoves me up against the wall and we kiss like we’ve always kissed like this. Like we’ve known each other forever and not just a few days.

It’s been a few days and he’s my boss.

How can I feel this wild desire for a man I just met when I never felt like this with Chad?

This is something more than I’ve felt for anybody and I don’t know how I should feel about that.

My brain keeps fighting against the haze of lust to bring reality back to focus. Bringing the reason I’m here back to my mind. Dad needs me, Beth needs me.

What about me though?

I’m in need of so much and this man who I know is a mobster, is giving me what I need right now. When he picks me up I wrap my legs around him and he takes off my mask. All the while still kissing me.

The elevator pings and the door opens. Motion sensor lights come on and I pause our kiss to look around me. Nick then carries me into a bedroom that looks like something from heaven.

He sets me down on plush white carpet so thick my feet sink into it.

The needy look has returned to his eyes but this time I’m not wary of it. I want him to look at me the way he does.

“Baby… take your clothes off for me,” he demands and looms over me, towering over me with his height. Even in my heels I only reach the top of his chest.

Taking my clothes off this time feels like something I want to do for him.

I slip down the little straps of the negligée first, then pull the zipper on the side. It floats down to the carpeted floor pooling at my feet.

His smile turns up when I undo the little butterfly clasp on my bra and my breasts spill out.

He moves close to play with my nipples while I take off my panties.

“Leave the heels on Angel Doll.”

I straighten up and he returns to my lips, kissing me and moving back with me to the wall. Once he has me pinned against it, he devours my mouth and moves across to my neck to kiss me there.

He sucks on my neck hard and we both know that’s going to leave a mark.

Nick moves down the trail of my neck to my chest, kissing, nipping, tasting. His hands circle over my breasts first and then his mouth follows. He starts his wild suckle and I moan, moaning into the wild pleasure that takes me.

It feels okay now. So okay I forget who he is and why I’m here and smooth my hand over his head to encourage him to continue sucking.

It just feels so damn good I forgot. I flinch when I remember and he stops to look at me.

“Don’t be scared to touch me baby. If you want me to suck your tits for you I’ll do it.”

God… he’s so sexy. This is so sexy… wild and hot.

“Yes.” I nod, wanting him to continue and he does.

He closes his mouth over my other nipple and sucks hard. He sucks and takes in as much of the flesh as he can. The sight is so hot it makes me wet. He sucks and alternates from one breast to the other, giving me wild pleasure beyond my imagination.

This is just the beginning though.

Nick takes the wildness to the next level when he slides his fingers inside my pussy and starts moving in and out. Sliding in and out. Slow at first then fast and faster, and faster until I cry out. He rubs over my clit and he must feel that I’m close because the sinful look in his eyes is enough to give me that orgasm.

“Don’t come until I say, Angel Doll,” he murmurs.

“What?” God, I’m so close. It’s there.

How can I hold it?

He rubs over my clit and smiles up at me. “You don’t come until I say.”

I can’t answer, his words turn me on and push me close to the edge.

He crouches down and parts my legs wide then nuzzles his face between my thighs so he can thrust his tongue into my pussy. I don’t know how he expects me to hold my release when he does that.

I struggle against the pleasure he’s giving me. I’m struggling and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.

Not when he’s licking, and sucking on my clit the way he is.

“Nick…” I cry out his name and he looks up at me with fascination at the fact that I called out his name.

“Not yet baby. Not yet.”

I bend forward and he catches my right nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking the light pink tip then stroking over the flesh.

He sucks hard on my clit and my knees buckle, turning to water beneath me.

It’s all I can take. I’m going insane, I’m almost at the brink of insanity.

“Nick…” I moan with desperation and he lifts his head.

“Come for me Angel Doll. Come.”

Like I’ve been doing, I do as he says and I come hard and violently. I throw my head back, arching into him as I cry out against my release.

The luxuriating sensation washes over me, inside and out as I come in his mouth and he drinks. He’s tasting and drinking, feasting on me, licking and still stroking my clit, licking until he’s taken every last drop.

I can’t catch my breath and watching him licking my pussy is making me wet all over again.

He back steps and rises to his feet.

Like always I’m left with the buzz of his touch but wanting more. I really hope he’s not going to leave me again.

Why would we come up here if he was going to do that?

He stops my next thoughts with another kiss. It’s scorching hot and burns me up from the inside out. It’s like someone threw a match on a trail of gasoline and lit me up. Suddenly I’m grabbing onto his shirt and kissing him hard too, kissing him like I need him. I pull hard on his shirt and the buttons pop. They fall to the floor and clatter over the marble.

I start to smooth my hands over his chest, touching his bare skin that’s tight and ripped with muscles, but he catches my hand, shoves me back hard into the wall and pins it above my head. With his free hand he clasps a hand around my throat.

I suck in a sharp breath against the grasp. Fear lances through me as I’m unsure of what he’s doing.

The only thing I’ve figured with this guy is that every time I get close to him, like I’ve stepped over the line, he does something to stop me in my tracks. Like now.

He gives me a luscious leer and the corners of his sexy mouth arches into a wicked smile.

“Fear, and desire. I like it.” He continues to hold me in the lock and watches me. “What do you want me to do to you Angel Doll?” His voice is hard yet soothing. It holds the air of need in it. “What do you need me to do to you?”

The question throws me.

I hate that he can see how desperate I am.

Not the desperate woman who came into his office days ago who needed a job. That woman was just thinking about her family. The me today is so different to her.

Tonight I’m desperate for him and he sees it for truth.

Shame and embarrassment seeps into me. I feel shame because I’m so needy. I feel shame because I want him and shouldn’t.

I feel shame in every essence, but desire is a much more powerful emotion. Desire mingled with passion is unstoppable.

So, what do I need and want him to do to me?

Exactly what I’m here for.

Except I thought that was more for him. Not me.

“Fuck me,” the words fall from my lips on the edge of a breath.

He advances close and presses his nose to mine. “What was that, baby?”

“Fuck me…”

“Beg me for it. Beg me for my cock.” Darkness flashes beneath his stare, mingling with captivation. He looks at me knowing I’ll do as he says, because I want it. Need it.

“Fuck me… please.”

A menacing smile lights up his face. “With pleasure,” he growls and releases me.

I slump against the wall and watch him back off his jacket. He doesn’t undo his buttons on his shirt. What I’ve ripped is enough for him to pull it up and over his head.

He whips it off and throws it to the side. My eyes land on his body. His wide, powerful chest and bulging biceps. I’m looking at the creative artwork of the tattoos going down the right side of his abs against the peaks and valleys.

All Japanese characters.

I’m looking at a work of art, but mostly I’m looking at the masterpiece he is standing before me like a vengeful god, ready to exact vengeance and power over me.

He undoes his belt buckle and unzips his fly. As he does, his pants drift down his legs and he pulls down his boxers too, unleashing the length of his massive cock. He steps out of his clothes and comes to me. We’re both naked, standing together and it feels like the world fades away, leaving us here.

My lips part and he grabs hold of my waist and turns me around to face the wall.

I bend over and allow my hair to fall forward as he takes hold of both my hips and runs his hands over me.

I look back because I want to see him. He takes hold of his cock and guides the fat head to my entrance.

I look back to the wall as he teases my folds open and gasp when he rams into me and instantly starts moving inside me. I should have known he wouldn’t be the kind of man to take it slow and inch in. He has too much power. He has far too much control over me and it feels like he wants to fuck me just as badly as I want him.

I cry out from the impact as he fills me completely and it feels so damn good to finally have him inside me.

He starts fucking me instantly and because I’m already ready for him, my body welcomes the wild thrusts he gives me, pumping hard, moving faster and faster.

Faster, until he’s rutting into me with a raw primal force that’s carnal.

I moan into the wild pleasure as my breasts bounce up and down with every powerful thrust.

Another orgasm coils deep in my groin. It rises and rises and takes me again, like before, sending me right over the edge of reason.

This is what I need. This is what I want. Him.

The thought cascades deep inside me as his hard powerful thrusts rock my body and he slips his hand around my waist so he can speed up.

“You feel so fucking good Mia,” he growls against my neck.

I can’t answer. I’m not sure there’s an answer other than he feels good too.

I cry out when the blaze of my release pushes me to the pinnacle. Then he pulls out, turns me around and picks me up so he can settle me down on his cock.

I wrap my legs around him and take him in, deep inside me. This position is just as good as the first, except it feels more intimate to stare into his eyes while he holds my face with one hand and presses me against him with the other.

My breath hitches and for all I care, I could never take another breath for the rest of my life, just to have this moment.

This moment with him looking at me the way he is. Those eyes, so blue, so bright, so light, staring at me and I see it… the sparkle of something I want. It was a void of nothingness the other day. Now there’s something there and it brings passion with it.

It brings passion with pure sensuality and warms my heart. But just for a few seconds. That is all. A few seconds then the darkness filled with the wave of sin comes rushing back, and I realize I want that too.

A bolt of fire lances through me, sending shivers of renewed arousal from his dominant forcefulness when he starts pounding harder. The tender moment is gone, but what he replaces it with makes me crave more and I arch unashamedly against him.

He shoves me into the wall again. It hurts but the pain feels good in tandem with the pleasure.

He angles me against the wall so he can fuck me harder and deeper. I just grasp his shoulders, holding on, enjoying his insane movements jackhammering into me.

I’m moaning and gasping at the same time, then I start grinding against him as the madness possesses me and I lose control.

My control has gone somewhere. I don’t know where and right now I don’t want it back. I don’t want to care about anything, nothing besides right now and being with this man in this insatiable moment.

He smiles that wicked smile as he continues to fuck me when he sees how bad I want him.

“Naughty girl, you want to fuck me too,” he growls reminding me of the predator again and pausing his thrusts so I can grind my hips against him. He catches my face again and the smile becomes raw. “Tell me what you want angel.”

“I want you,” I moan.

My declaration seems to drive him wilder than he already is and his next smile tells me he’s not done with me yet.

Then shit, before I know it, he moves away from the wall with me, and backtracks to the bed.

He sits on the edge and adjusts me so I straddle him.

“Ride me baby, fuck me however you want,” he commands, giving me control.

Nothing is sexier than the words that fell from his lips and it makes me really lose it.

With his cock so hard inside me, searing the walls of my pussy, I ride him, moving my hips over him while he secures one confident hand behind my ass.

The way he looks, so in control and powerful, fuels my movements. I can’t believe I’m with a man like this.

He enjoys all that I give him and moves closer so that my breasts can bounce in his face as I ride his cock.

“Fucking perfect. My turn,” he grabs my ass with both hands and resumes control.

It’s like what he does with everything. Takes back control, showing me he’s boss. Reminding me I gave myself to him.

Reminding me I’m his.

I get that feeling again, like he can read my damn mind.

I’m inclined to believe it now. There isn’t exactly anything to make me refute it.

Nick takes back control over me and starts pounding up into me in tandem with the movement of my hips. It’s all him now, all him.

I stop and just hold on while he gives me a faint smile, then it disappears from his face and the vein in his neck bulges at the same time his cock hammers into me.

I’m coming again.

I’m there again at the edge of madness and he’s right there beside me, with me, as our bodies slap together and the echo fills the room.

I scream into my release and he shouts his too and we both give in to mutual surrender.

The hot spray of his cum spritzes into me and floods me, coating my walls. Pulsing in my core. It invigorates me and I draw in a deep breath while I still hold on to him.

We’re both breathing hard, trying to come down from the high we were lifted on. His eyes search mine as we look at each other.

My heart’s beating so fast I can’t calm myself. Everything swirls in my head.

But is he thinking?

He always seems to know what I’m thinking, but I find it difficult with him.

He’s the second man I’ve ever been with in my life and I really hope after the mind-blowing experience we just had he doesn’t just dismiss me like the waitress I’m supposed to be.

My heart pounds with worry, churning with it, then stills when he lifts my chin toward him. My nerves scatter in anticipation of what he’s about to say and I cling to his gaze.

“Stay with me for the night, I need more,” he says on a hush. It’s so different to how he usually is. To what I know he is. “I need more of you. You will stay tonight.”

The whole night…

My God… I’m so glad Dad and Beth are taken care of. I was just going to be home by myself.

I’m glad because he isn’t asking, he’s telling me to stay.

“Yes,” I agree.

No was never an option.

Even if I had an option, the word no never crossed my mind.

I need more too.

He snakes his hand up my back, sliding up my neck, pulling me down to meet his lips. I kiss him with reckless abandon and we tumble down on the bed.

When he presses his cock into me, I feel he’s already getting hard again.

I know in that moment I’m in for one long night.

One long night I won’t forget.