Married to the mafia boss Series

Mia

Now what am I really supposed to do here?

Jenna is smiling at me with that triumphant bitch I-have-your-man face.

Except Nick’s not mine.

No one truly belongs to anybody. If there’s one thing I know it’s that.

So I deserve to be hit with a shovel for a wakeup call because here I am standing at the door looking at them and the effect of the sight of them together is very clear on my face.

He’s looking at me, but I’m looking at her, and she’s smiling back at me.

They’ve all seen me as the weakling I’ve been over the last few weeks and the problem is they don’t know me.

I’m about to give both of them a taste of who I can be.

The woman I want to find.

“Something funny?” I snap as she continues to smile. She looks thrown at the remark.

“You,” she informs me.

“Oh I see, I’m funny. Well have a fucking good laugh because it’s the only damn time you’ll laugh at me, or smile at me.”

I don’t know how she does it. She’s naked and so comfortable in her skin she has no shame that I’ve caught her like this and has no inkling to grab her clothes. She just sets her hands on her hips and stares me down.

“You think you’re so special, don’t you?” She throws back.

“Yes,” I answer and shock them both. But I’m not special for the reason she’s accusing me of. It’s not for the reason either of them know. Just for one second I remember the girl I was when I got a scholarship to study at Harvard.

It doesn’t matter where I am today. I know where I’m coming from and what I’m going through now is a rough time, the kind of rough time that life throws at you.

It’s shit, and shit happens.

She laughs and Nick tenses.

“Jenna get the hell out of my office. I warned you already,” he intercedes before we can continue this shit pissing fight.

Jenna really looks put out but she doesn’t argue with him, she grabs her clothes from the sofa and storms past me without putting them on.

As she leaves I come down from my glory Harvard days and remember why I had to come back here tonight when I look at Nick.

I need the money and I owe him.

That’s why I’m here, it’s what I remind myself.

I need the money but tonight I came with a special request. He doesn’t want me anymore so I came straight to his office to ask if I can work somewhere else. I didn’t stop by Mimi like I usually do. I came straight up here and walked in on the shit happening between Nick and Jenna.

“Come in and close the door,” he says, eyes trained on me. He’s standing paces away and I’m not exactly sure what he’s thinking.

I’m not stupid, I know he’s had sex with Jenna. Why else was she in here naked?

There were several times I’d ended up naked in here too and it wasn’t to sit down and drink tea with him.

I do as he says and walk in.

I set my purse down on the sofa and he looks me over in my clothes.

“What the hell’s that you’re wearing?” He frowns and lingers on my little puff-sleeved top.

“It’s called clothes,” I inform him. “Made from cotton, and viscose.” There was no way I would have thought to smart mouth him like that a few days ago.

It’s very different to when I asked him where he’d been last Sunday night. My tone today is harsher and demanding.

He gives me a tight-lipped grin that’s not really a grin and rushes at me.

There’s no way I can dodge or move away, he’s too fast and too strong.

He shoves me into the wall and I cry out from the impact. I hit out at his rock hard chest and end up hurting my fingers. He grabs my hands with just one hand to stop me and with the other he rams a fist into the wall.

“Let go of me,” I shuffle against him but he doesn’t listen.

“Fucking hell… Mia! You fucking make me fucking crazy,” he growls, hitting at the wall again and again.

He’s saying that to me like he wasn’t crazy before.

“You asshole, get away from me, and let me go.”

Oh I don’t know who told me to say that. It makes him more insane. Instead of knocking the wall, he grabs my top and tears it off me. The fabric just rips like paper and falls off me.

I want to try and do something, anything, then his fingers brush over my stomach and make me crazy too. Crazy with need. Need for him.

He senses it.

Something changes in his eyes as he looks at me and now he gives me a maddening smile.

“If I wanted you to wear cotton and fucking viscose- whatever the fuck that is- I’d dress you in it,” he rips off my skirt and tears my panties off too.

I catch my breath and wince when he grabs me, pulls me over to the sofa and shocks me by bending me over his knee.

I’m too stunned to talk and when I catch my breath it leaves me right away when his heavy hand lands straight on my ass.

I cry out from the impact and the shock. I’m too stunned to talk. He just spanked me and I cry out once more when he does it again.

And again, a tear runs down my cheek but something fades in the anger that boiled in me. One last slap on my ass and then he starts rubbing the area he spanked.

I feel his fingers on my back then trail down the cheeks of my ass then I feel his lips. Kissing the skin better.

I look back to him and we’re both breathing hard. I didn’t even realize that my hair had come undone.

It’s now cascading down my shoulders.

He turns me around and pulls me to him, but sets me against the sofa.

In all my years I’d never experienced such turmoil of emotion in so little time. I should be enraged but I’m not. The anger that roiled within me has sated.

We look at each other for seconds then he places a hand to the flat of my stomach and stares me down.

I know this game. He exerts his power and shows me what he wants and then I’m supposed to follow his lead. It’s like throwing a bone to a dog.

The dog knows you have the means and takes the bone, they decide what happens next.

When my fingers slink up to my bra and I snap open the little butterfly clasp holding it together, he smiles. This smile is different. It’s the one I’m used to, it’s him.

He leans closer and covers my right nipple with his lips. He flicked the sensitive tip with his tongue while his fingers work the other.

He sucks and I lean back, allowing him to suckle.

We stay like that for a little while and I run my fingers through his hair while he sucks and gives me pleasure. By the time he slides his finger into my pussy I’m soaked.

He smiles when he sees that but he doesn’t go down on me and eat me out like he normally would, he doesn’t do that. What he does next is lean in closer and presses his lips against mine. Hard.

It’s not a fairytale kiss or even close to the kisses we’ve shared before. It’s a cruel punishing kiss that has the desired effect of weakening me, it absolutely does. It weakens me and makes me want him all over again.

He ends it too quickly but keeps that eye-to-eye stare on me.

“Nothing happened,” he whispers. For a second I don’t know what he’s talking about, then I’m surprised when it dawns on me that he’s talking about Jenna. “Nothing. Happened. She was in my office when I got here. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” I reply, and relief at the declaration rushes over me.

He undoes his belt buckle and pulls his cock from his pants. He doesn’t take off his clothes though like he usually does.

“Get on your knees baby.”

I roll over on to my knees and he moves behind me. My body welcomes him as he slides into my pussy and I moan out loud.

I moan out loud and savor him as he starts thrusting inside me.

He pumps hard then fast, tightening his grip on my waist so he can fuck me properly.

Within minutes we’re both groaning and gasping and the sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the room.

It’s hot and insane and wild because moments ago we were fighting. Now he’s fucking me on my hands and knees and I want more.

He starts pounding into me, giving me more and my breasts bounce in front of my face like pillows with every savage thrust. My hair falls over my face and I can’t see. I don’t need to though. I don’t need to see to feel. I feel it all and ultimate pleasure washes over me. It starts with a curl in my toes and works its way up through my body as he pounds into me.

The cascade of fire ripples through my soul and I know deep, deep within myself that we’ve gone past fooling around and having sex. We’ve gone past this business relationship. It’s the way he touches me. It’s the way he’s touching me, how he moves inside me like he really wants me.

So it begs the question… what was last night about?

Why didn’t he want to see me?

He growls and his cock hardens inside me, pressing against my g-spot. Pounding against it as a vicious wave of pleasure scorches me clean from the inside out.

He comes too but he jackhammers into his release and we both cry out from the intense call of passion.

It weakens me after it claims us. Him too.

It’s a few moments later that he pulls out of me, after I’ve milked him clean. His cum is warm inside me and the thought warms me all over.

He moves away and I shuffle to see he’s moved over to the table to grab some tissue. He cleans off his cock, fixes his pants and grabs more tissue. He then comes back to me and cleans me too.

I look at him and I’m not sure what he’ll do next.

He holds my gaze with an intensity that seers into me.

“Come home with me,” he breathes.

“Home?”

“Home.”

As in the place where he lives. Home. We normally go upstairs.

“Why?”

“When I’m with you I forget,” he states, shocking me.

“Forget?” questions flow into my mind and I know I shouldn’t press, since he makes me forget too.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I’m compelled to encourage the questions but mostly, I want to forget too.

“I forget life.”

“I forget too,” I whisper.

He takes off his jacket and I gasp when I see blood all over the right side of his shirt. No wonder he kept his clothes on.

“What happened to you Nick!” I gasp. I move to him and he catches me, holding me away from touching his shirt.

He shakes his head and I see something I’ve seen before in his eyes. It’s a solemn expression of warning. “Don’t, don’t do it doll. Don’t feel for me Angel.”

I gaze into his eyes and take in the expression. I take in the warning that should fend me away. Instead of being scared, I smooth my hand up to cup his face.

“Too late,” I confess breathlessly.

He looks at me like he equally wishes I hadn’t said that, but like he wants it. Then he winces and presses his head to mine for a few seconds.

Just seconds of the tenderness that almost seems wilder than the wild sex we just had.

He moves back and puts his jacket around me to cover my nakedness. It swamps me but it does the job.

He stands first and puts his hand out for me to take.

I do.