Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Mia

I lose my mind all over again the minute his mouth closes over my right nipple.

I can’t even ask myself if I’ve gone crazy.

I have.

The answer is simple. I have totally lost my damn mind.

It was far too late when I realized this man and I must never touch again. Our bodies must never touch. Not like we did the other day, and definitely not like we are now.

It’s too late and I want him to do whatever he wants to me.

It was the kiss.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

No… it wasn’t just that. This started from the other day when I first saw him.

It was like there was this invisible entity that wanted us to be together. Attraction, chemistry, desire.

I don’t know. His touch has all of it. All of it, it’s all there.

My body is drugged up on passion. It’s there all over me, burning me, heating me up, humming through the blood in my veins like a song I just remembered. It awakens me. Bad enough that that kiss robbed me of sanity, this is something else and all he’s doing is sucking my breast.

His touch feels different tonight. I’m not sure if it’s because my body remembers him, or if something changed between us.

How can it though? This is the second time I’ve met this man and look at me.

I can’t help but look at the way he suckles on my breast. Hard then soft, then like he’s tasting, or drinking. His tongue swirls around my nipple and it tightens painfully, making me arch my back into the cushion.

I moan and he takes a break from sucking to look at me.

Passion has him too. It glitters his eyes. His eyes are dark with it and darken all the more when he moves to play with my left breast. He takes the nipple between his thumb and fingers and rolls it.

I can see it in his expression that he’s enjoying what he’s doing to me. I enjoy it too but, how the fuck can I be experiencing this when only hours ago, I nearly witnessed Hector kill Dad? The thought makes me flinch.

Nick catches my face and turns me to focus on him. He shakes his head.

“Leave it outside. I said I want you. Stop thinking about that other stuff.”

How does he know?

How does he know what I’m thinking?

I must be so transparent. So obvious. And stupid. It’s got to be midnight now and I’m here asking for a job. Of course I look desperate. It doesn’t take Einstein to figure that. Not at all.

I look transparent and desperate all by myself .

“Stop thinking Angel Doll.” His voice is husky, filled with need and arousal.

A wicked smile flashes over his face and he moves in to suckle on my left breast.

I love his mouth on me. I love what he’s doing to me with his mouth and I don’t want him to stop. He strokes the other nipple he just gave attention, caressing the taut peak while he works the tip of the nipple in his mouth to life.

The greedy tug of an orgasm takes me in an instant and he pulls away. One finger slides inside my pussy and the smile on his face is now one of satisfaction.

“Good girl, you’re so wet. So wet for me. So fucking wet.” He places two fingers in and starts moving in and out, finger fucking me.

I cry out against the intensity. It feels so damn good. So damn good and I realize how badly I need this. I want him too. I want him inside me. I want to forget everything and get lost in him.

Just as the thought hits me, he pulls his fingers out and licks the glistening juice.

“Open your legs wide for me Angel Doll.” He’s looking at me as if he’s given me a challenge. As if I won’t do it, but he knows I will and I do.

He shuffles back and I open my legs wide for him.

“Open your pussy for me… now.”

I move my hands down to my mound and spread my pussy lips wide for him. He smiles that predatory smile from the other day and it makes me shiver.

When he lowers again, I gasp. He moves to my pussy and nuzzles his face between my thighs. Before I know it his tongue thrusts right in and I cry out. The intensity is so strong I grab onto the leather on the sofa seat to keep my balance and keep my mind from drifting away.

He holds down my hips then presses deeper with the skill of a man who knows what he’s doing.

He licks and thrusts at the same time. Fast, faster and faster and it’s all too much. It’s too much. When he licks over the hard sensitive nub of my clit, hitting my G-spot with his fingers and starts a series of short licks and sucks on my clit, I scream.

I actually scream out and at the same time the greedy orgasm sends me to climax and I come against his tongue, bucking and thrashing against his face as it all flows from me. He drinks me up, licking and sucking, continuing to eat out my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

I’m breathing so hard, and damn it, damn me, I want more. I don’t just want his fingers or his tongue inside me. I want his cock.

One last lick and he pulls back. I fully expect him to take his clothes off and fuck me right here. I’m ready for him. I want him. I need him.

Only… he doesn’t. What Nick does is move over me. Slides up to me and press his forehead against mine for a few brief seconds. He shuffles again and presses his cock into my stomach showing me how aroused he is.

He moves back slightly and his warm breath on my face drives me insane.

“Feel better?” he asks. I pant and he runs his fingers over my jaw. “Mia, do you feel better?”

“Yes…” I tell him and my cheeks burn with shame.

“Can you give yourself to me?”

“Yes…” I didn’t think no was an option.

To my surprise he moves away and stands. I straighten up, watching him. My eyes drop to the hard, massive bulge of his cock pressing against his pants and he smiles.

“You don’t get to see that tonight,” he smirks and runs his gaze over my naked body.

“Why?” I ask. I can’t believe I ask him such a thing.

He lowers back to me. “Your first time with me won’t be you thinking about all the shit on your mind. Or money.”

I reach for my top but he stops me. Cupping my face again, he drifts back to me, advancing back to my lips. He brushes his lips over mine and drags me back into the sexual haze. I kiss him back and find my fingers running up his arm, holding him to me.

He shuffles away from my lips, and his gaze drops to my fingers on his arm.

“Seven tomorrow night. You know not to pull the same shit as yesterday,” he stands and my hands drops like a dead weight down at my thighs, brushing against the bare skin. “For your punishment for last night, the hours have changed slightly.”

Punishment… Lord.

“What are the changes?”

“On the days you have off, I call on you when I need you.” His face is stern. He’s talking like I have some kind of office job and I’m his P. A. “Sign the contract and fill out the paperwork before you leave, understand?”

I nod my understanding.

He backs away to the door and stops like he remembers something.

“One last thing,” he smiles.

“What?” I breathe.

“Make sure you’re on the pill.”

My eyes widen and it’s like reality snaps back in. He leaves me again though.

He’s gone just like before and I’m left here naked in his office.