Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Ok, he’s definitely not just a bar owner.

“Wow.”

I turn around, impressed by how richly decorated the place is. He’s not some kind of rich frat boy. He’s got style. A blood-red abstract painting hangs near the entrance. I walk deeper inside, checking out the modern furniture. And what’s more, the whole place is pristine. I can’t see a speck of dust anywhere. It’s fucking creepy.

No guy on earth is this clean.

I wander around his living room and sit down on one of his couches, to see him still standing near the door, half-hidden in shadows.

My chest deflates.

I expected my clothes to fly off the moment we walked through the door, but he takes deliberate steps into the living room, turns toward the stocked bar he has, and pours us both drinks.

Ice clinks in the glasses as he walks to where I’m sitting, balancing the drinks in one hand, giving me a strange look. He offers me mine and I take it just to do something with my hands. The drink slips down his throat as he eye-fucks me, standing close enough to touch me.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

It’s unsettling.

“What’s that look?”

“I can’t figure you out.”

The glass table makes a sharp sound when he sets his drink down, and then he plants his hands on either side of my head. I sink into the fabric as his face comes within inches of mine. Heart pounding in my ears, I can barely make out what he says to me.

“You really have no idea who I am?”

His breath mists over my face and I’m so tempted to lean the few inches forward and catch his lips in mine. I lick my lips.

“Are you going to fuck me, or what?”

A smile flickers. “I asked you a question.”

“No, and I don’t want to know.”

Puzzlement makes his eyebrows knit together and I take a gulp of whatever drink he brought me, the amber liquid burning down my throat.

He slides into the couch next to me, the sound of the leather fabric oddly loud in my ears. He doesn’t touch me. It drives me crazy. The alcohol spreads a flush over my chest, and I’m just about out of patience.

“I don’t trust easily. I don’t trust at all-and I feel like you’re hiding something from me.”

“What makes you say that?”

A snort leaves his nostrils. “It’s my job to sniff out people trying to pull a fast one on me. The world’s filled with people trying to fuck you over.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“I don’t want to fuck you over. I want to fuck you.”

He looks forbidding, but I ignore his body language, which tells me to stay the fuck away. I get up from the couch and stand between his legs. He watches me with the air of a wolf scenting a prey animal, and my blood pounds in my neck. My fingers take the hem of my dress and I pull it right off my body. It slowly drags over my thighs, exposing my black silk panties. His face goes slack as he watches the edge of the dress rise over the swell of my breasts.

Yes, look at me.

Desire pounds between my legs as I reach behind myself and unclasp the bra, a thrill shooting through me from rendering Johnny speechless. His eyes are glued to my tits and then my hands, gently tugging at my panties. They snag over my hips.

Something snaps in his eyes. Suddenly he leans forward and grabs my waist, yanking me forward. The panties are halfway down my thighs, but he makes me straddle his legs. There’s a ripping sound and I realize the panties have a tear in them. I gasp as he takes them in his hands and rips them off my body with one quick jerk.

Fucking hot.

Warmth floods my pussy as he wraps his arms around my naked skin. I arch my back, and his face bumps against my tits. His tongue darts out, sending a shock through me as he swirls around my nipple. Then he bites down on the hardened nub.

I’ve never done anything like this before with a man I barely know. I’ve never wanted to strip away all my vulnerabilities. He thinks I’m hiding something from him, and he’s right, but I’m not giving that up. I don’t want to ruin this night. If he finds out who my father is, he’ll ends things now. That, I’m sure of.

My thighs rub against the coarse fabric of his suit as I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his thick, dark hair. His hot mouth takes my breast and he bites down on the flesh, letting out wicked laughter when it pops out of his lips. “You think you can distract me with tits?”

“Yeah.”

His eyes are fractured. There’s a battle in them. Pride versus lust.

The hand cradling my ass suddenly disappears, and reappears in a loud slap. My skin burns as the sound cracks across the room as Johnny looks greedily at my body.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous. And right.”

I’m temporarily paralyzed with the sensation of being naked in his arms. Hard fingers grope my tits, making me arch against him. He grabs a hunk of my hair and pulls me toward his lips, and they devour me.

It’s carnal, as if he hasn’t fucked a woman in years. I love it.

“I’m going to make you mine tonight. Just for one night, sweetheart.”

Then his hand dips from my breast down my stomach, all the way to my aching core. He cups my pussy and rides his middle finger over my clit.

“Already wet, huh? When’s the last time you’ve been with a man?”

My face burns and I consider lying for a moment, but what’s the point? “Years,” I mumble.

His middle finger doesn’t pause. It slides inside me. “Jesus. No wonder.”

I tighten my arms around him, uttering a small moan when I feel my walls tighten around the two digits, aching for something thick and hard. His cock is right there. The outline of him grows in his pants. Jesus, he’s huge. I reach down and wrap my fingers around him, and it twitches inside my grip.

I lean forward and grasp his head, brushing back his hair and running my fingers along his stubble as I kiss him. Every ounce of passion and need explodes out of me. He just keeps fingering me calmly, the wet sound driving me insane. I want him naked-I want all of him.

“Please, Johnny!”

He smiles against my lips. “I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget. First, I’m going to fuck you really hard. I’ll make your cunt numb, just like you wanted.” His fingers twist inside me and another jolt of pleasure rips through me, making me yell out loud. “Then I’m going to make you come with my tongue. I’ll fuck you again, and again, and when you go home tomorrow to your daddy, you can tell him that Johnny Cravotta fucked his little daughter.”

Oh Jesus. The things he’s saying. It’s so-wait a second. I know that name.

Who fucking cares?

“How does that sound?”