Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Mia

We get to his car.

Then a glance at the buildup of traffic on the road before us makes him reach for me. Nick pulls me on to his lap and fucks me right there in his car.

Thank God we were in the back of the parking lot and away from everyone. Nick had me practically naked with my dress around my waist riding his cock as he pounded into me. We were there for at least half an hour.

By the time we get inside his house it’s late. I don’t know what time it actually is, but it’s late.

We burst through the front door kissing and he’s carrying me with my legs wrapped around his waist.

He takes me up to his bedroom where he sets me down on the ground and steps back to look at me.

I smile and he reaches for me again, cupping my face.

“Enjoying me, Angel doll?” His voice is like a purr.

“Yes,” I hum in response. My eyes half-shut, lost in the luxuriated sensation of his touch.

His fingers flutter over my cheek and my nerves dance with the flurry of excitement. He’s like a drug to me and like an addict I want more. I don’t want him to stop touching me.

“Good, baby.” He moves to plant a fiery hot kiss on my neck then traces his tongue down my skin to my jawline and over the corner of my lips.

By the time our lips meet it’s with an intense need that weakens everything inside me. The reckless abandon in which I kiss him back is frightening. I need him and want him all at the same time.

He pulls away too soon and the wicked smile on his face shows he knows what he’s done to me. He knows how much I want him. Nick knows most importantly that I want him to claim me.

“Are you mine Mia Chase?”

The question throws me and brings reality back to the table.

Weeks ago I agreed to be is. Since then I’ve been giving him my body. Every

night.

Now we’re here and in my head I think we’re a couple. It feels that way and we went on a date tonight.

This feels very much like a relationship. A relationship, and he feels like my boyfriend although I know he’s not. It’s not real. It wasn’t supposed to be.

I wasn’t supposed to go down this path. A path I never saw coming.

What he’s asking me is work related and something heavy tugs on my heart at the reminder that I work for him. I work for him, but … I want him to be mine too.

He smiles and assesses my response. “Does your silence mean no, Mia Chase?” He brushes his finger over my jaw.

“It doesn’t. I just… thought we weren’t working tonight.”

“We’re not…” His gaze clings to mine. I want him to be clearer but he won’t. I see it in his eyes. He won’t say more about what he means, just so I’m left wondering.

It keeps him in control.

“Answer the question.”

“I’m yours,” I say and as the words fall from my lips it’s like I relinquish everything I hold to protect my heart.

A satisfied smile fills his face. It’s that predatory smile again. Devilish and dark, sexy and alluring.

“So, you’ll allow me to do whatever I want to you?” he croons.

I press my lips together and try to tamp down the thrill of what he means.

“Haven’t I already?”

“No, no, angel. Here’s where things get darker and we truly forget. We go down a path that takes us over the edge together. You go over the edge and I watch you, but…” He lingers on the word and gets close. “You have to trust me to catch you when you fall.”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Trust…

Trust him to catch me when I fall?

It feels like I already have.

I know he’s not talking about the same thing I’m thinking. Doesn’t mean it’s true. I haven’t known this man long, but he’s saved me from falling. Falling away and losing myself.

He presses his forehead to mine and I reach up to press my hands on his chest, running my fingers over the hard muscle.

“I trust you,” I murmur.

He moves back again with an easy grin. “You trust me to take you as I wish?” His hand moves down my waist and lifts the hem of my dress, pulling it up slowly.

My pussy clenches at his touch.

“I trust you.” I tell him again. The suspense is killing me. It’s not like this is the first time we’ve been together. This just feels darker, dangerous.

Ominous. Thrilling.

He slides his hand between my legs and cups my pussy tightly at my response. The heat from his hands ignites the fire in my stomach, making it so hot I can barely breathe. His smile widens and he slips his finger inside my pussy. He strokes over and between my lips then along my slit, covering his finger in my juices. In and out he moves, but stops when I’m about to close my eyes.

“Your body belongs to me Mia. It’s mine tonight.”

“Yesss,” I whisper, eyes fluttering as he started to move his finger inside me again.

He chuckles. “You’re so perfect. So fucking perfect my Angel Doll.”

He growls crouching down so he can nuzzle his face between my thighs. On instinct I part my legs to open myself for him.

His sexy tongue trails along my slit, right over the sensitive lips and then he thrust his tongue deep inside me. I have to steady myself by resting my hands on his wide shoulders. He thrust deeper and deeper tasting me and I gasp, folding over him, my body automatically curling in on itself.

A mindless moan falls from my lips when he starts licking hungrily.

Then Nick does the most insane thing by curling his tongue around my clit so he can press up higher and suck on it.

Fuck. That feels so fucking good. I groan and clench my fingers, gripping tighter to his shoulders . It takes everything inside me to keep myself from falling over.

I’m nearly at the edge. I can feel myself going over from the insane pleasure. My pussy walls tighten against his tongue and that’s all I know before I crumble and cry out from the wild orgasm that makes my knees shake.

“Nick…” I moan, fingers digging into his skin. I’m sure I’m gripping so hard it’s going to leave a mark, but he’s grinning up at me.

He grins and returns to my pussy to lap up the rest of the juice that flows from me. Licking into my pussy like it’s his last meal.

I can’t catch my breath. He rises to his feet and claims my mouth in a deep kiss. The taste of me in his mouth makes me hungrier for him .

“That was just the beginning baby,” he says. His eyes hold mine, dark, and darkening, with the promise of the thrill in the glint that flickers deep within them.

My body is still vibrating from the wild orgasm he just gave me so I breathe deeply, it’s the only thing I can think to do.

His smile widens. “Your safe word is red.” His sharp gaze traps me.

This time my heart leaps with anticipation and a mingle of fear, which I’m sure like everything else he can sense.

Safe word…

Since when did I need to use such a thing? Me the quiet little bookworm.

Safe word… red…

I shouldn’t be surprised. He’d said he was going to tie me to his bed. The man owned a sex club and I’d seen the sex dungeon.

This isn’t my life, it’s different and I’m shocked to shit that the thrill excites me.

“Angel Doll, say it.”

“Red.” Fuck… I’m doing this. whatever it is he’s going to do to me.

“It’s important you understand the word. You trust me that when you use it I stop.”

I get it. I understand and nod my head in submission. “Okay.”

He watches me closely. Studying me. Assessing me.

It reminds me of the first day we met.

I feel that same thrill, that same dangerous thrill and my pussy tightens as I imagining all the things he might do to me.

“Take your clothes off for me Angel Doll.”

How funny it was I was thinking of that first day. It’s almost like a replay of the moment he truly shocked me. Questions first to make sure I understood what I was getting myself into. Then action.

I strip my clothes off and stand before him naked. He reaches out to fill his palms with my breasts and rubs his thumbs over my diamond hard nipples. I smile at the satisfaction on his face and arch into his hands.

He starts rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The pleasure builds again, rising like a crescendo. The rolling turns into kneading and short-circuits my brain. The tension building pulls at my insides and makes my pussy drip with need. The need for him to be inside me. He lowers to suck on my right breast but just for a few seconds then straightens up.

“Get on the bed baby, lie down for me.”

I dip my head to respond and like an obedient servant, I climb onto the bed, and lie on my back, resting against the coolness of the navy silk sheets. I look up at him watching me.

His eyes crawl over my body like he’s committing me to memory.

“I’m deciding what I want to do with you first,” he says, continuing that bold rake over my body. I can’t deny how the heat in his gaze arouses me. I love the way he looks at me.

The hiss of fabric ripples through the air when he backs off his jacket and is shirt slips to the floor. Like always his body is a sight to behold.

Masterpiece.

A work of art that I want for myself. Ripples of muscle on muscles catch my attention. What holds me transfixed in the wonder of him is the fantasy like way he shrugs out of his pants and boxers and lets his cock spring free.

I flick my eyes down to look at the incredible length, and I can’t wait for him to be inside me.

Nick smiles a slow, lazy smile as he crawls on to the bed over me and lust glitters his gaze.

I reach out to touch him, wanting desperately to touch him but he catches my hand and kisses my knuckles.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask.

“Everything baby. Take you to my darkest fantasies and dirty you up Angel Doll.”

I want to go there and I want him to do whatever everything means.

I do.

He moves my arms out to spread them either side of me then goes to the nightstand where he pulls out a black bag. The clink suggest metal is inside. I don’t have to guess too long because he pulls out a set of chains.

My lips part.

This is it. The thing I’ve been fantasizing about all day.

Our eyes lock when he takes hold of my right wrist.

“Red yet, Angel doll?”

I shake my head and notice he’s different. He has control but he’s showing me it’s me who’s in charge. The thought is exhilarating.

He smiles and gives me a brief kiss on my lips.

He wraps the chain around my wrist and the bed then does the same for the other. I watch in true fascination as he slides down my body to spread my legs wide while he binds my ankles to the bed.

Oh my God… I’m actually bounded with chains. Nick has me in a spread-eagle position before him. I’m naked with no control. I’m at his will and beck. I tug gently against the chains just to see what I can do, then I look back at him. him with that smirk on his face. Teasing me.

I’m actually shocked my eagerness for him to do this to me robs me of feeling nervous. I should at least feel nervous, but I don’t and it dawns on me that I’m not because I know he won’t hurt me.

The man has me right where he wants.

It’s right where I want to be too.