Mafia Obsession

Alicia

The chirping of birds wakes me. For a moment, I believe I’m back home in my bed. It’s only once my eyes flick open that I remember where I am.

One glance to my left and my heart speeds up. Rick is still sleeping by my side with his arm lazily strewn over my stomach.

The deep, dull ache reminds me of exactly what we did last night. “Fuck,” I mutter, holding my arm to my forehead.

Did I lose my mind last night?

We’ve only known each other a few days. Most of the time he stayed away from me. I wanted him in a desperate and needy way.

Maybe I was just being a horny virgin, or perhaps there’s something deeper about this connection between us. It’s insane that I let him claim my virginity, but I can’t bring myself to regret it. It felt right.

He groans and pulls at me, gripping me tighter. I freeze, wondering if he is awake.

“Good morning, princess,” he grumbles.

“Morning,” I squeak, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

He opens one dark eye and glances at me. “How did you sleep?” I lick my dry lips and shrug. “Okay,” I breathe.

There’s a part of me that is embarrassed in front of the unbelievably hot man who took my virginity last night. He is the first guy I’ve met who hasn’t shied away from me because of who I am. It makes sense, considering he’s more dangerous than my father.

He shifts in the bed next to me and grabs hold of my waist, pulling me against him. I tense in his arms as he holds me against his chest.

How am I supposed to act?

I don’t understand what this is or what is happening. All I know is that I’d love him to fuck me again and again, but I’m his captive. He snatched me from my father, and something tells me he didn’t intend to fuck me.

He resisted this pull between us initially, keeping away from me.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, pressing his lips to my forehead.

It’s a tender gesture that doesn’t fit him at all. The dominant mob boss holding me close and kissing me. Am I dreaming?

“Nothing,” I mutter, letting my hand rest on his chiseled abs.

He shifts and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me.”

I bite my bottom lip. “I can’t believe we had sex…” Heat pulses through my cheeks.

“Do you regret it?” he asks, eyes flooding with hurt for a moment. I never thought I’d see that look in his eyes.

I shake my head. “No, but it’s a little crazy.”

He smiles, kissing my lips. “I know. It was impossible to stay away from you.”

A fluttering of butterflies beat around in my stomach, making me feel warm and fuzzy. My heart races faster in my chest at Rick’s words. “Why?”This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

He shrugs. “God knows, the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.” His eyes narrow. “It’s a little problematic, considering I no longer have any intention of giving you back to your dad.”

My heart skips a beat. “Ever?”

He shakes his head, eyes darkening. “Ever.”

I swallow hard as he captures my lips, kissing me passionately. Before I know it, I’m moaning and writhing in a hot mess beneath him. He sinks his teeth into my collarbone, making me cry out as it floods me with a tantalizing mix of pain and pleasure. He is being rougher with me and his eyes are wild. Obviously, he was being careful with me last night because it was my first time.

A knock at the door startles me, and he glances over his shoulder.

Finally, he jumps off of me and presses a finger to his lips.

Holding the covers close, I watch him as he walks to the door, opening it a crack. “What do you want?” he growls. The sound of his voice sends shivers down my spine.

“That’s not a nice way to speak to your younger brother, is it?”

“Piss off, Leo,” Rick growls.

I hear a chuckle from behind the door. His younger brother is Leo Romano. “Calm down. I’ve been given news that we’ve had a response from Nick Juliano, and it’s not good.”

I freeze, hearing my dad’s name. It brings me back to reality after I’d fallen into a daydream with my dad’s enemy. Rick is teetering on the edge of a war with my dad for fuck’s sake, and I slept with him.

Rick holds up his hand. “Let me get dressed, and I’ll meet you down in my office.”

“Sure thing, bro, see you in a minute.”

Rick slams the door shut, making me jump. His eyes are dark with rage as he turns to face me. It scares me a little.

“What is going on?” I ask.

He shakes his head, muscles tense. Perhaps the encounter with his brother has woken him up too. We shouldn’t have done what we did last night, no matter how much my chest aches at the thought of not repeating it.

I watch as he walks toward a door to the right, disappearing through it.

He hasn’t even answered my question, which makes me nervous.

The thought of having to pick between my father and him makes me sick.

Dad has always been so caring. Sure, he’s often distracted, but he still gave me whatever I wanted when I was growing up. Maybe he was a little too lenient with me. I’ve been told on numerous occasions that I’m a spoiled brat.

I hold a hand to my head and sigh heavily, wondering what the fuck I’ve done. He told me he’s never letting me go, and I can’t understand why the prospect excites me. My dad will be so worried. I feel guilty that I’m here, feeling safe with the man of my dreams.

Somehow, I need to get a message to him and tell him I’m okay. He’ll be going out of his mind if last time is anything to go by. I scan the room and my heartbeat stills as I notice the home phone, sitting on a desk in the corner.

It’s my perfect chance. I can call my dad and tell him I’m fine. I’ll let him know Rick is treating me well-although, he need not know how well.

I jump up from the bed, looking for my dress and remembering that Rick tore it in two the night before. It lies in tatters on the floor by the side of the bed.

Instead, I grab the shirt he had on yesterday and pull it around myself.

The scent of him is intoxicating, and my stomach clenches as it hits me.

I tiptoe over to the phone, as if someone will hear me moving in this damn mansion. The prospect of getting caught by Rick both scares and excites me.

I wonder if he’d spank me over his knee again. I shake my head, grabbing the phone, and sitting down in the desk chair. My heart is hammering as I type my dad’s mobile number into the handset. The dial tone rings, and I hold my breath, waiting for his voice to sound on the other end.

“Nick Juliano, who is it?” He says down the speaker, and I feel tears prickle at my eyes.

“Dad?” My voice breaks as I speak.

“Oh my God, Alicia, sweetheart, are you okay? Where are you?” His voice is frantic and panicked.

I feel a few of the tears prickling at my eyes trickle down my face. “I’m fine, in fact, they are treating me well compared to when Justin took-”

“Enough about that, where are you? I need to come and get you,” he interrupts.

I swallow hard at the thought of leaving Rick, a man I felt something for in such a short space of time. Perhaps it’s just because he is my first, or maybe there’s something more between us. I hope it’s the latter.

“You can’t come and get me, Dad. They need you to cooperate with them, and then they’ll let me go,” I lie, remembering Rick’s insistance that he never intends to let me go. I hope he meant it.

A crash filters down the receiver from the other side. “God damn it, I don’t know what the fuck they think I’ve done, but it’s not true. Someone has set this fucking thing up.”

“Who?” I ask.

My dad sighs. “I’ve got no idea, but something is at play here, Alicia.” There’s a long pause. “I can’t give in to their demands and stop doing something I’m not even doing, can I?”

I shake my head, despite knowing he can’t see me. “Maybe I can speak with Rick and explain-”

“Don’t even consider it. I don’t want you getting involved. If they are treating you well, it’s a blessing. There’s no way I want that changing,

princess.”

“It’s the only option, Dad.”

“No, I won’t have you getting hurt because of this.” His voice turns tight and full of emotion, making the tears stream down my face freely.

“Dad, I promise I’m okay, and I will sort this out.” The thump of heavy footsteps coming toward the room makes me jump out of the seat. “I’ve got to go, someone is coming. I love you.”

“I love-” I cancel the call and set the phone down, dashing for the bed as fast as I can.

The door swings open, and Rick is standing there, breathing heavily. His muscled body coiled with tension that makes me shake. He looks angry, furious. “Who the fuck did you call?” he growls, stalking over to me.

His eyes are frantic, making me scared for the first time since he captured me. He knows who I called, and I’m in for a punishment. A real one this time.