Mafia Obsession

Kane

I wake with Jasmine in my arms and my cock hard against her thigh. I don’t normally let women sleep in my bed, but it felt so good holding her. A need to protect this young, beautiful

virgin is ruling my actions.

She is lying on her back and looks more beautiful than ever. I was taken aback by her admission that she is a virgin. There’s no way I’m touching her now, not unless she really wants me to.

My intention was to play the long game with her. I’d intentionally pressed my throbbing hard cock against her last night to see her reaction and damn did she react. The intention was to get her to beg me to fuck her

-until she dropped the bombshell that she’s a virgin.

I may be a criminal at the top of a powerful crime family, but I can’t take her virginity. She doesn’t even know me. Her first time should be with someone she knows and trusts. A man who cares about her.

As I lay here, staring at her, the thought of any other man touching her perfect body makes me crazy. I have no right to deflower this woman, but it doesn’t stop my mind from running wild. I’ve never been so intoxicated by a woman’s scent, or the way she looks while she sleeps.

My grip tightens on her slender waist, asmypossessive side rules me. Alex Cavino gave her to me and she’s mine, but it got far more complicated the moment she told me she is a virgin.

An innocent girl like Jasmine can’t handle my rough, dominating nature. Sex isn’t something I indulge in a lot, but when I do, it’s my chance to tie a woman up and make her so desperate she’s begging me for my cock. The thought of doing that to a sweet, innocent virgin like Jasmine makes

my balls ache for release. I could blow her mind with the things I’d do to her and the way I’d make her feel.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I can’t do that to a virgin, though. It’s not right.

Jasmine shifts in my arms and her eyes flutter open. A confused expression flits onto her face, as she glances around the room and then our eyes meet. The recognition dawns in her eyes and she looks half scared, half lustful.

“Morning, beautiful,” I say, keeping my hand firmly planted on her flat stomach.

“Morning,” she mumbles, trying to shift away from my grip.

I tighten my grip on her hips and pull her close, kissing her cheek lightly. She blushes a deep red, and it makes me want her more. My innocent virgin blushing at a kiss on the cheek, the girl makes me so fucking hard.

“How did you sleep?” I ask.

The blush spreads down her neck, making me wonder where else it spreads, as she bites her bottom lip. “Surprisingly well.”

I can’t help but smile. Normally, I wake up feeling grumpy, but I could get used to waking up next to her.

It’s a dangerous thought. Rick is right. The way I inexplicably care about this girl I met yesterday is bad news. If anyone were to realize how much she meant to me, they’d use her against me. Not to mention, I’m old enough to be her father.

Although, I’m built like a man half my age. I’ve been complimented on how good I look for my age too, my Latin blood seems to help.

“Why do you have to get up early? What time is it?” she asks, blinking at me.

I smile down at her and plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to a meeting and it’s six-thirty.”

Her brow furrows slightly, as she lets out a shaky breath. “What am I going to do?”

I shake my head and plant my lips against hers, kissing her tenderly. “Enough questions. Do you want to have a shower?”

She nods and shifts out of my arms, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. I crawl toward her and place my hands on her shoulders, kneading the tension. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head. “Do you really need to ask me that?”

I sigh. “I’ve told you, I’m not going to hurt you.”

She gives me an incredulous look and then stands to her feet, walking toward the bathroom. I’m itching to take a shower with her, but I know how dangerous that would be. The moment I see her naked, I know I won’t be able to control myself.

My cock is hard thinking about it. The door shuts behind her and I hear the water run, giving me the sign that I can work out my frustration in peace. I pull my boxers down and fist myself in my hand, groaning as I think about how good her body felt pressed against mine last night.

Thick, pearly precum beads from my swollen head, dripping onto the bed and making a mess, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck. All the tension built over the past twelve hours is too much to bear. My cock twitches and throbs in my hand, as I think about Jasmine in the shower.

The water cascading down her perfect form and that round fucking ass that makes me harder than nails. I grunt, feeling my balls clench and tighten. I shut my eyes, picturing her opening those plump lips and letting me fuck her mouth. The image of kneeling down in front of me, eyes fixed on mine, as I grab a handful of her dark hair has more cum leaking from my dick.

The thought of her sucking my cock is almost enough to send me over the edge, but I hold out, grunting as I picture her tied to my bed. Her legs spread with my spreader bar and ready for me. The thought of her like that, calling me Daddy is too much, and I feel my balls clench.

“Fuck, Jasmine,” I growl, shooting my load all over the bed, the tension finally easing the moment I come.

A gasp by the bathroom door has my head snapping around. Jasmine is standing by the en-suite bathroom door in a towel, eyes wide and fixed on my cock. Her cheeks are flushed bright pink and her lips part in a way that tells me she’s turned on.

I stand to my feet, not considering that’s probably not the best idea. My cock twitches under her attention, and it remains as hard as stone. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but she says nothing. Her eyes are still fixed on my cock, and it’s making me want her more.

I’m not sure how long we stand there. Her gaze glued to my package without moving, staring at it as if she’s fucking hypnotized by it. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink and her lips are parted, making me harder and harder.

Thick, pearly precum is leaking from the swollen head onto the floor in a long string. The sight of it has her licking her lips, forcing me to picture her wrapping them around me. If I don’t stop her from looking at my cock like that, I’m going to end up shoving it down her throat.

“Jasmine, are you going to stand there and stare at my cock all day?” I growl, grabbing the length of it to try to focus her attention elsewhere. “If you’re done in the shower, I need to take one.”

The sound of my voice snaps her out of the daze she’d fallen into, staring at my cock. “Sorry, I left my clothes out here.” She gazes down at the floor.

It takes all the control I have not to walk over to her and kiss her. She’s only wearing a towel. It would be so easy to rip it from her body and make her mine. But, the girl is a virgin. She can’t handle me.

I walk toward her, and she still hasn’t moved. Her eyes return to my face and she’s bright fucking red. The blush spread right down beneath her towel. It takes every ounce of willpower to walk passed her and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

The moment I’m away from her, I breathe a sigh of relief, resting my back against the bathroom door. My cock is hard again-so hard it hurts.

What the hell is happening to me?