Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Nick

Obsession…

I’ve heard about it many times and maybe in my life I can admit to being obsessed at one point or another.

Never really over a woman though.

It was more for power.

I admit obsession over power and success. Wanting more and more and never really being satisfied with what I have.

It’s not healthy. It can’t be because you just keep going. Wanting more.

That is how I feel for the angel.

I’m sitting on the window bay of my penthouse suite. My brothers and I each have a room here. I call mine The Hideaway for the simple reason that it’s tucked away from everyone and everything.

I’m in my boxers smoking a cigar, watching and obsessing over the woman I’ve only known for less than a week.

I can’t get enough of her. I want more of her, and every time I have her is just one more time and I can’t wait for the next time.

That’s what it’s been like all night.

All damn night.

I had the angel six times and still want more.

I haven’t had her yet in all the ways I want to. I haven’t and I almost find myself aching to do it because as I watch her sleep she still looks like an angel to me. The ethereal beauty and cleanliness is still there.

I dirtied her up every time I fucked her and had her screaming for more but she still looks clean.

More delicate and vulnerable in her sleep.

Sleep took her away from me.

I learned long ago that I don’t need much sleep.

It’s all the thinking I do. Takes up too much time.

I can survive easily on some sleepless nights. I try to catch about six hours every other day. It makes good for times when I have a mountain-load of work to do at the office. Like tomorrow. Or, rather, today.

It’s four a. m. so it’s now today.

I’m supposed to meet my brothers at the office to check out Tommy’s computer. It’s supposed to be another day of searching for answers and clues on Tommy.

I’m supposed to be doing that and … in the back of my mind I’m listening out for that phone call from the hospital letting me know he’s gone.

I’m listening out and the fear keeps building.

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She helps me to forget that no matter what I do, I have no control over this situation. It will take whatever outcome it’s meant to take.

I miss Tommy. I truly do and I know he’d think I’ve lost my mind with this woman.

If he was okay I’d either be on the phone to him now or he’d be here. Marriage and the family life didn’t stop him from being here for me when I needed him. Knowing that, I limited my time with him so he wouldn’t have to feel like he needed to choose.

It’s the best friend’s job to be respectful. I can do that. I did do that. It’s why I made sure his girl and his baby have protection twenty four seven and all the money they need to look after them. I will take care of them now, and if and when something happens to him.

The thought makes me flinch because I don’t know how I’ll be then. I already want to kill every motherfucker who breathes the wrong way. I already want to burst into the Fontaine den and kill every last one of them.

I’m not known for my patience and every day feels like shit.

I draw in on the cigar and blow out the smoke through the window. I’ve been sitting here, switching between watching the beauty sleep, watching the city go to sleep, watching people leave the club, and thinking.

Now I go back to watching the beauty and focus on her.

It’s just the moonlight pouring into the room. It bathes her in its silver light, making her look like a goddess. Her hair is like liquid silver against it, her skin like cream. I know it’s soft like it too because I’ve been touching her all night.

In the tangle of the silk navy sheets covering her up to her chest I see the outline of her perfect body. Long slender legs I had wrapped around me as I pounded into her shuffle as she stirs slightly, elegant arms that are swanlike move over the spot where I lay as she searches for me in her sleep and I actually smile.

She searches for me and I even see the slight outline of her nipples against the sheet.

As she rolls onto her back the sheet comes away from her breasts, revealing the massive globes I got truly up close and personal with.

Real, natural tits that look like pillows with pink tips. I like how big they are but they’re still perky so when they bounce they’re still firm.

Women have all kinds of surgery to get that look, and there she is in my bed not knowing how beautiful she is, with everything natural. From the way her body is made to her flawless skin.

What I hate myself for, because this is the line I don’t cross and shouldn’t, is I like what’s inside her. I like her and I shouldn’t. I don’t want to, and did not intend to.

But like a drug, I crave her. I crave her body and soul. One without the other doesn’t have the same effect.

She’s a girl I want to keep.

What gets me more is that she fucking feels it too, that’s why she’s reaching for me again.

The angel reaching for the devil so he can dirty her up even more.

Don’t worry beauty, I have a million more ways I can think of to indulge the wildest, dirtiest fantasy you could think of.

My cock is already hard again just looking at her and thinking of what I want to do to her.

I put out my cigar and make my way back over to her.

I pull the rest of the sheet away and reveal the magnificence of her naked body. The movement wakes her fully and her eyes flutter open.

She looks a little thrown when she sees me and looks about her, then back to me. Then I see realization come back into her eyes as she seems to remember where she is. In the subtle moonlight the flush of her cheek catches my attention. It’s a soft rose, almost red, and has the effect of watching a neo-noir film like ‘Sin City’ with the hints of red thrown in for effect.

It’s fucking beautiful, and majestic.

A soft hint of a smile tips the corners of her lips as I move to her and the brush of her fingers on my jaw sends a ripple of desire through me.

This is not good.

This woman can’t make me go soft. I won’t go soft on her, or anybody.

I’m in charge and even if she wants me, I decide in what way I’ll take her again.

Before she can do anything else that resembles going over that line, I break the tender moment and remind her this is a business relationship by flipping her on to her hands and knees.

I almost feel her disappointment, and as I do, I nearly stroke her back to soothe her. But I’m selfish.

Her body makes me want to be selfish. More so when I slide my fingers over her pussy lips and feel how wet she is for me.

Insanity grips me. She would have been thinking about me in her sleep. I wish I could see into that pretty little head of hers. It’s fine though. I don’t need to.

I can guess she wants a replay of last night. That works because I want that too.

I want last night again so much more than I can say. So much more than is good for me.

I slide two fingers into her slick wet opening and move in and out of her tight wet cunt. I may be selfish but I want her to enjoy this too. I want her to enjoy me, it won’t work otherwise. It won’t work if I just fuck her and she doesn’t want it. Then it becomes something else, and I don’t do that. Not like some of the sick fucks I know.

She moans a mindless hum that falls from her gorgeous mouth and glances back at me as I speed up.

“Is that good Angel?” I ask on a hushed breath that carries my words.

“Yeah… it’s… really good,” she stammers and moans at the same time.

Our voices pierce the silence that has tangled with her moan and heightens the sexual tension you could cut with a knife. The air is filled with it and I’m sure even from outside, you could tell we’re up to no good in here. We’re in a sex club. We couldn’t be anywhere more risqué than we are right now, yet this feels different to me.

“Do you want more baby?” I’ve gotten used to alternating between Angel, Angel doll, and baby. I like all. They all seem fitting to her.

“Hmmm,” she moans and does the most insanely hot thing by grabbing her breasts and squeezing. Her little nipples pebble at her touch, becoming pointed and it’s so hot watching her touch herself I have to take a moment to stop and watch her.

And, fuck, I’m like that fifteen-year-old boy I was when I first became acquainted with the female anatomy. I was fucking spying and could have had my ass killed for being the damn peeping Tom I was when I watched Anya De Luca strip off her clothes for Vincent in her attempt to seduce him. I was always spying on my brothers. All of them, and at fifteen I was in the height of it. The best part was they never found out.

Vincent was the worst because he used to get up to all manner of shit before he got hitched to Sorcha. That guy had a different girl every day. He could have them all if he wanted and Anya De Luca was no different even though she was engaged to the capo of the Ricci family.

I remembered thinking of her as a goddess as I watched her perfect body. I’ve been with many, many women in my years. Many.

Mia, however is enough to replace the memory of every single one of them in my mind.

Watching her massage those glorious tits of hers is definitely a sight to never forget. Feeling her grow wetter on my fingers is another experience, but damn was I never going to pass on the chance to touch her myself and give her the satisfaction I know she craves.

I slide up to her and pull her against my chest even though my cock is rock hard and ready to ram into her. She settles against me and turns her face slightly, brushing over my pec. She’s still squeezing her breasts.

Covering her hands, I stop her and take over and she arches her back into me. Suddenly I don’t feel selfish anymore. The obsession is back, but in a different way because it wants me to give her pleasure. It wants me to see how much I can make her moan and writhe into me.

I caress her and rub my fingers over her tits slow and slower and she hums with pleasure.

“Is this what you need baby?” I whisper into her ear.

“Yessssss,” she groans in a half pleasure and half torturous moan.

I press my face to her head, inhaling the scent of her. Sweet like honey, sexy as fuck, tantalizing with the wild buzz of sexual heat that’s consumed us.

I circle over the tips of her light pink nipples and tweak them. It makes her grind over my cock.

I move one hand down the smooth flat plane of her stomach and go down to her pussy to touch her down there and find she’s soaked. That sweet nectar drips from her pussy lips and even as I touch her and squeeze her breasts, there’s more to come.

I tease the hard nub of her clit and that does it. A gasp escapes her lips and she cries out with ecstasy.

I’m not done yet though, not by a long shot.

It’s time to be selfish again.

I turn her on to her back and she falls against the stack of pillows beside us.

Her beautiful tits look ripe and ready to be sucked and she looks ready to be fucked.

Before she can catch her breath, I close my mouth over her right nipple and start sucking hard. I know the contrast to the slowness I showed moments ago will have the desired effect I’m going for. I know it will.

And, it does.

Her nipple in my mouth feels so good and I want to suck on it forever. I want to suck on it and give her pleasure, and take pleasure for myself.

I move to her other breast and suck on that too, giving it the same attention.

While I want control, I admit I love the moments when she shows me how she feels. What she is feeling.

Like now, as she runs her fingers through my hair and urges me to continue sucking.

I suck and give her what she needs.

Then I kiss my way down her silky skin, right down to her pussy and drink.

I drink and lap up the nectar that’s flowing from her.

Parting her thighs, I nuzzle my face right in so I can get a good smell of her arousal. It drives me crazy and I lick harder. She reaches for my shoulders and arches into the pillow and then it all comes. More nectar as the orgasm takes her.

I pull away and see it in the moonlight, creamy and silver from the grace of the moon. I lower back to lick it all up and take what’s mine. It’s mine. It’s all mine. All from her and what I’m able to do to her.

Lifting my head to look at her I see she’s doing her best to steady her breath.

She sits up and presses her hand to my chest.

“I want to taste you too,” she coos and runs her hand over my cock. I’m already so hard and if I’m not careful I could very well embarrass myself right in her hands. “Nickoli, I want to taste you.”

This woman calling me by my name is enough to make me do anything. That could be fucking dangerous. This is the third meeting I’ve had with her and look at us. The way we’ve been, no one would guess we’ve only known each other in so little time.

Now she wants to taste me. What woman asks if they can give you a blow job? The ones like this.

Goddess.

Angel and seductress.

Yes… I absolutely want her to fucking taste me.

She doesn’t know the power she has over me in this moment. It’s power I rarely give. Me doing what she wants me to because she asked.

She watches me in fascination as I back off the bed and shrug out of my boxers. She looks at me and over me like it’s the first time she’s seeing me, although we’ve been like this all night. She gets off the bed to drop to her knees and clamps one slender hand around the base of my cock and starts gliding over the length of my shaft.

Those fingers on my dick look amazing, so is the captivated expression that’s washed over her beautiful face. In the moonlight she looks like an erotic mermaid with her hair messy and wild from the night of being with me.

This is the first time tonight that she’s done this to me. I can’t believe I never had her doing that first. Clearly my obsession with being inside her surpassed my fixation of having her mouth on my cock.

She lowers and licks over the tip of the fat head and I hold on to the urge to explode.

I remember now why we didn’t do this, or haven’t yet. It’s because I knew I wouldn’t last.

Like fuck am I going to come in her mouth though. I want to come inside her but I want this too, because the only thing that’s better than her fingers sliding down my shaft is her mouth.

I was right. The fantasy was fucking right.

It’s confirmed when she takes my cock into her mouth and starts sucking. Slow then fast. I can’t believe she asked me to do this, as if I’d say no.

She’s the best idea I’ve had all year. She’s the best thing that ever graced the steps of this club.

I can’t contain myself as she starts licking over my balls and sucking on them too. Then she takes my cock back into her mouth and draws me in deeper. Deeper, making me groan. Me…

The groan comes from me and deep inside me.

Fucking hell.

I don’t miss the sparkle of interest in her eyes. I didn’t get to where I am by not paying attention. No, no. I did not. I didn’t get to where I am in this world by pussyfooting around shit either. She likes that she’s able to do that to me. I see it and she’s sucking harder, deep-throating me and my cock arches painfully in her mouth.

Shit. It’s time.

If she continues the way she is, I’ll blow my load inside her mouth.

I reach for her and she releases me.

I don’t have to say anything. She knows I need her.

She knows damn well what she did to me and I need her. I’m desperate for her. The tables have fucking turned and I need to be inside her right the fuck now.

I usher her back on the bed so she’s on her hands and knees and I climb up behind her and ram my cock inside her pussy.

The first time I did that I know I hurt her. I like sex rough and ready. I like to fuck, not this pansy-ass easing in shit. Like the shock factor the club is, I’m an attraction too. You get the chance to be with me and it’s memorable. Not something you’re likely to forget.

She won’t forget me. I’m the second man she’s been with and when she takes another, she’ll still remember me long after, and I’ll be the guy she compares everyone else to. What she won’t realize is that no one will ever satisfy her the way I do.

When I start pumping, her body welcomes me like it has all night. I grab those hips of hers and start to fuck. The impact makes her hair falls forward over her face like pure starlight.

Like everything about her it’s enchanting to watch, but I can’t tear myself away from the rawness of being inside her.

Nor can I tear myself away from the primal need that takes me and takes over my fucking mind as I pound into her. I can’t do it and the cries that fall from her lips have me pounding harder. Jackhammering each thrust into her and fuck, does the tension coil in my balls.

The skin-to-skin contact inside her is unreal, and I’m so glad she isn’t one of those girls who can’t follow instructions. I like it natural, balls deep, skin-to-skin and that is what we’re doing now. Again.

Again.

This is the seventh time now that I’ve had her and obsession has made me a mad man.

She cries out, screaming as her orgasm takes her and like a vise, her tight pussy walls tighten over my cock. I might have gone on for a few more seconds, maybe a minute, but not after that. It’s like someone grabbed my dick and squeezed everything that I was holding on to.

I erupt into her, hot and virile, storming in like a hurricane and it feels like some of the life has left my body. That is the best way I can describe it. Like some of the essence has been drained from me.

We collapse in a heap and I actually feel exhausted. Like the nights of worrying over Tommy have caught up with me. It might be expected from having sex the way we have all night.

She’s breathing hard too and lying on her side.

I move closer and pull her into my arms. When she turns in to run her fingers over my muscles I get that feeling again, like I want more. I want more.

But I just had her.

I just dirtied her up the way I said I would.

I look down at her in my arms and see her skin’s practically glowing.

She’s panting but caressing the skin over my left pec.

I rest my head next to hers and gaze into her eyes.

Those sea green eyes seem more alight than they’ve been all night. They look lighter, like I could fall into them and truly forget.

Forget how powerless I am.

Reality threatens to come back in on that though, but looking at her keeps it away.

It must be the exhaustion that makes me allow what she does next.

Her fingers flutter over my cheek and she strokes the skin there.

It feels like…

An escape.

She is the escape…

She is the escape I want and need all at the same time.

The angel proves that she can soothe the soul of a devil like me. I should warn her that she shouldn’t like me, she mustn’t. She’s too good for the likes of a guy like me, filled with so much darkness sometimes I can’t see for shit.

I look at her and feel compelled to do it. It’s like the other day when I compared her to something hallowed. Except… in her eyes I see something that stops me. I see she wants me. She knows what I am and she still wants me.

Selfishness takes over and I close my eyes, savoring her touch.

It felt like just a minute. It really fucking did, but when I open my eyes again it’s morning.

And she’s gone.

Gone, like she was never there.