Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“I’ll make your toes curl, baby.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ll fill you up until you scream. You’ll never feel so sore and good after a night with my cock.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

A few seconds of stunned silence follow my words and then I turn my head to kiss that throbbing vein in her neck. Her nails dig into me ever so slightly.

Good. I have her.

She clears her throat. “What makes you think you can even use that cock in your condition?”

My blood churns at the salty tone in her voice. Fuck, I love girls with attitude. “Babe, I’ve fucked women when I was much more wasted than this.”

“Yeah?” Her chest flushes with red. “And how many of them want a second time with you?”

A smile hitches on my face. “All of them.”

She shakes her head, not believing me.

I slip my phone out of my slacks, still very conscious of her ass sitting on my lap, right over my cock. I show her my text messages, a dozen or so unread ones with random numbers. I pick one at random:

OMG that was so hot last night let’s get together again r u free Friday?

She snorts with laughter and then she goes back, selecting another one:

I will literally suck your dick off if we go out again. I do anal.

This time she throws her head back and laughs, the phone shaking in her hand. It’s a beautiful sound that makes a hot drop of pleasure run down my throat. I take the phone from her, chuckling.

“See?”

“Why do you get their numbers if you never call them back?”

I shrug as a shard of unpleasantness suddenly bursts the bubble of my happiness. The truth is just far too depressing.

“I don’t know.”

She smiles at me, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget that smile. My heart bumps a little when she slides her hands around my neck.

“You’re here alone, aren’t you?”

She nods as a deep blush fills her face. “Yeah.”

Perfect.

My mouth hovers over her ear. I brush back her hair with a finger and her shoulders shiver.

“Do you want to go somewhere to talk-in private?”

I figure that’s more polite than, I want to fuck you.

Her head turns, her lips inches from mine. I’m startled by the warmth gripping my insides when an uncertain smile pricks her face. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

She jerks her head to the side. “I don’t.”

“Why offer to buy me a drink, then?”

Her heated gaze falls back over me, strong but unsure. “‘Cause I-” She breaks off with a chuckle of bitter laughter. “Never mind. I should go.”

Her body slides from my lap, but I catch her before she can fall, wrapping both arms tightly around her small waist. She turns to me with a scandalized look.

“Hey!”

My chest rumbles with a small laugh. “I’m not letting your sweet ass out of my sight until I get what I want from you.” My mouth hovers right over hers. “Thirty minutes. Alone.”

“Thirty minutes? What- Is that some kind of joke?”

Her eyebrows arch high right before I spread my palm on her back and drag my fingernails down.

“If I’m not the best fucking lay you’ve ever had after thirty minutes, I don’t deserve to call myself a man.”

Fingers clench the back of my head.

“Okay.”

Awesome.

I stand up from my stool and deposit her to the floor gently, holding out my hand for her to grab. She slides a smooth hand in mine and then I curl my arm around her waist, feeling her rapid breaths as her cheeks blaze. I leave a tip for the bartender and climb the stairs to the VIP rooms, which I hope are deserted. A quick glance through the glass doors tells me no.

Fuck.

I open the door to a room filled with soft purple leather couches, the black lights emitting an annoying dark haze over the whole room. A loud group sits in one of the couches, but there’s no way I’m fucking this girl with a crowd of people listening in, so I make a beeline for them.

My eyes meet the surly gaze of some backwards-baseball-cap-wearing douchebag.

“Johnny Cravotta needs the room emptied. Get out.”

“Shit-he’s here?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

As a matter of fact he’s not, but it’s not like Douchebag will try to challenge a wise guy. They exchange worried looks and rise from the couch, filing out one by one as the door finally shuts us into silence.

The girl’s arm trembles at my side and I take it, leading her to an empty couch. She sits down like a small bird and I sink into the leather beside her, curling an arm over her shoulders. Her curves press into my side as she twists her body, my blood pounding where she daintily touches my leg. Heat spreads across her pulsing chest. The red blush fills her skin like a fever. I slip my fingers under her white spaghetti strap and caress her shoulder. I have half a mind to pull it down. She’s not wearing anything else underneath- Holy fuck; I’m hard as a rock.

Her tremulous voice breathes out again. “Do you have a girlfriend? Wife?”