Sold to the mafia

Madeline

I hear the door creak open and I become slightly annoyed. I don’t like being woken up before my alarm clock goes off. Katie should know that by now.

“Go away!” I growl at her from under the covers, pulling them tighter over my head and burying myself in the warmth of the bed. It’s too comforting. I’m not getting up.

If Katie knows what’s good for her, she’ll leave me alone and go on a run by herself.

A soft smile slips into place as I hear the door close and I’m able to relax slightly. I prepare to drift peacefully back to sleep.

But then I hear a sexy chuckle that causes my pulse to quicken.

“You’re not a morning girl, peaches?” Zane whispers.

I have to blink a few times and lower the covers, but only enough to see him.

Crap, I have no makeup on. I’m in an old baggy t-shirt… I look like shit.

And oh my god. Morning breath.

No, he cannot be here.

I totally kicked his ass out last night for this very reason.

I mean I was as nice as I could be, but I don’t want to ruin this before it even starts because of my morning breath!

I open my mouth to tell him to get out, but he crawls on the bed toward me with a heated look in his eyes. The look of a predator.

I shake my head and sit up slowly, backing away from him.

He smirks, like it’s cute.

“How the fuck did you get in here?” I ask him, just to change the subject from you-can’t-fuck-my-brains-out-when-I-have-morning-breath to anything else.

He smiles, and I’ll be damned if he doesn’t look completely doable right now. He hasn’t shaved, so he has a sexy bit of stubble I want to feel scratching on my inner thighs as he eats me out. His hair looks wild, and it’s begging me to run my hands through it. But I still haven’t even processed what happened last night. He left me exhausted and sated. I kicked him out, took a quick shower and crashed. Hard.

“Katie let me in.”

“That bitch!” Fucking Katie is going to be my downfall.

He laughs at me and cocks a brow as he says, “I can see why she said good luck.”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

I bite my bottom lip and look down at the covers. What happened last night was amazing. I can’t deny that. I can’t deny how alive I felt under him. But I’m too scared to fall for him so quickly. It’s not safe. And I know that’s what’s going to happen if I’m not careful. I can’t let it happen.

I have to protect myself.

“Zane, I–”

“Shh,” he puts a finger to my lips. “Don’t think about it.” My lips soften against his finger and he pulls away. “I just need you this morning.” He leans forward for a kiss and I reluctantly give in. I can’t deny I want him. I’m tired of fighting.

“Let me make you feel good.”

I try to talk, I have every intention to object, but the soreness between my thighs reminds me of last night. My clit throbs as if I’ve been primed and ready for him since he left.

He pulls me down under him by my hips and I let out a small shriek.

He grins at me as he says, “You need to be quiet, peaches.” He lifts my t-shirt up high enough to kiss my belly. “In case Katie comes back,” he whispers against my pussy. His thumbs loop around my panties and with a quick tug, he shreds them into nothing.

My eyes go wide and my mouth opens into a perfect O as he licks my clit and pushes two thick fingers inside of me. Yes! He feels so good.

My nipples harden and I remember pinching them for him. I remember how he came watching me. I quickly pull the t-shirt off and do it again. My fingers roll my hardened peaks and then I gently pull. There’s a spike of pain that’s hardwired to my clit and I fucking love it.

He taught me that. He gave that pleasure to me.

He looks up at me from between my legs with a hunger that makes my pussy clench around his fingers.

He groans, “Fuck, baby. I need to be inside you.”

He sits up between my legs and moves his dick back and forth between my pussy lips, pushing in before I have a moment to even think.

Fuck, I barely think as my head falls back.

I hold in my breath as he pushes his rigid cock deeper and deeper.

The stinging pain of being stretched to my limit combined with the ache from last night makes it almost too much. But then his thumb rubs against my clit, and the delicious mix of pleasure and pain makes my body crave more.

He stills deep inside of me and kisses my neck, my jaw, my lips.

I arch my back and then tilt my hips. I need more of him. More.

As he thrusts his hips, I let out a strangled cry of pleasure.

My head thrashes, but he grips my chin and crushes his lips against mine.

I feel like I can’t move; I don’t even want to breathe.

I only want him.

He kisses me with a passion I thought I’d imagined last night.

I kiss him back with everything I have. No thought, only feeling. My body is moving on pure instinct. He devours my kisses like they were meant for him and him alone. My nails dig into his back, and I urge him on.

He pounds into me, taking more and more of me each time.

He pulls away and takes in a breath, pulling his shirt off. His muscles ripple, and the sight alone makes me clench around him.

He owns me in this moment. I know it. He knows it. He towers above me with power and lust. And I love it. I want it.

He doesn’t ask, he merely flips me onto my knees and hammers into me from behind, taking me how he wants me. I can barely hold this position. My fingers dig into the mattress and I struggle to stay up as he fucks me ruthlessly. The wet sounds of him slamming into me again and again fill the room. I feel so weak and helpless, but more than that, deliciously used. And overwhelmed with a pleasure I’ve never felt before.

He leans down, pressing his chest to my back. His deft fingers find my clit and he rubs mercilessly.

Too much. Too much.

I bury my head in the pillow and he bites and sucks my neck and back, alternating with kisses. All the while fucking me with a relentless pace. I arch my back and he goes in deeper. Fuck! I moan into the sheets, biting down on them to muffle my need to scream.

And just when I think it’s too much, and I can’t take anymore, we both cum violently.

A blinding white light flashes before my eyes, and paralyzing pleasure flows through me.

He kisses my spine all the way up to my neck. He grips my chin in his hand and kisses me like he needs me. My heart swells, and I find myself kissing him back passionately. In this kiss I’m not holding back, I’m kissing him with the same intensity he’s giving me.

As my orgasm leaves me and reality sets in, fear begins to overwhelm me. I didn’t want this. I don’t want to be in a position to get hurt again. And that’s just what he’ll do. Like all men do. My breathing speeds up, and the only thing I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest.

“You have to go,” I tell him as the tears threaten to reveal themselves.

I’ve fallen too hard, too fast. I’m only going to get hurt.

“You okay, peaches?” he asks. He asks because he cares. But that’ll change. I know it will. And I’ll be stupid enough to believe he really does care about me. I’ll be the one getting hurt, and it’ll be all my fault.

“I’m fine, but Katie’s going to be back soon.” I wipe my eyes with my back turned to him. But he sees.

He grips my arm and makes me face him.

And I can tell by the way he tilts his head and gives me sad eyes, that he knows I’m going to lose it any second.