The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

Giovanni’s Way

Fourteen years. Fourteen fucking years he’d been waiting for this moment, and it all boiled down to now. Giovanni savored his woman’s taste in his mouth. He licked her, devouring her essence, and it made his head swirl. When she moved, he reprimanded her, squeezing her into place. When she mewed, he licked her lips, sealing them over with his again.

There was no way his little Jennifer was going to escape tonight. He’d planned this game from the very beginning, since that phone call came through from Giuseppe. He knew she’d never come to him if he asked her politely.

Fuck, who was he kidding? He wasn’t used to asking. If he wanted something, he took it. That’s how his brash way got him to where he was today. Kicked to the curb by the Bianci family, only to become second-in-command of the Dente group.

More pinching, more protest, and more punches to his chest. His little Jennifer was like a wee bunny, soft and sweet when happy but with sharp fangs when aggravated.

And he knew he’d aggravated her. How could he not? He was the panther, pouncing on his little bunny, who hadn’t a clue as to what had happened. One minute she was eating dinner; the next he dragged her up and pinned her against the wall, surprising the shit out of her when he announced he’d sleep with her tonight.

Her eyes were wide open when he announced this, and she bit her lip again. That sent him over the edge of madness. The result was her against the wall and him clamping his mouth against hers.

But there was nothing he could do to tame his behavior. He wanted her so badly his dick hurt.

“Jay,” he growled, the words coming out of his lips again and again, as if that word were his secret code for love.

“Boss,” he heard her say, her voice soft and raspy.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Fuck! Just hearing her had his dick hard. He wanted her right now. Fuck the bed. Maybe he’d do her against the wall.

But that wasn’t his way. He might be mafia, the badass multibillionaire boy, but he was not some fuck who’d shag a woman against the wall.

“Jay, let’s go. I can’t take it anymore. I want you now.”

“Boss, wait, no.” She seemed to wake up from her aroused state.

“What do you mean no?” he asked, taken aback. From that mini kissing episode, he was sure she’d jump at the offer.

“It means I don’t want to do it with you.”

What the fuck! Did she just drop a bomb on him? Shit, this was not okay.

“What, have you got some birthmark you don’t want me to see or something? I don’t care about that,” he said, thinking of an excuse that would prevent her from sleeping with him. Because, if she genuinely didn’t want to sleep with him, that would totally slam his ego to the ground. He was a hot man and knew no woman could resist him. And being rejected by Jennifer was definitely not on the okay list.

“It’s not that, boss,” she replied hesitantly, glancing at him once, then looking down to her white heels again. What did she find so fascinating about those white shoes, anyway? He was certainly more appealing.

“Jay, look at me.” He tilted her chin up, until her eyes locked with his. “Tell me straight to my face why you can’t sleep with me.”

“I… I just can’t do it with you.”

The fuck! He was really getting pissed. This was clearly not how he’d planned it. Once he’d told her she was his Jennifer, she would jump for joy. Then they’d sate each other’s lust until sunrise.

“Then why were you kissing me like you want me to eat you?” he shouted at her, ego totally bruised now.

“Don’t shout at me,” she yelled back at him, obviously having had enough of being his little puppet in this game of his. “And you can’t demand me to sleep with you just because you’re my debt collector.”

Giovanni smirked and his eyes glinted. “Oh, yes, I can.”

And to prove that he could, he pinned her against the wall and took his fill again. He squeezed her soft breasts between his fingers as punishment, since she was such a stubborn girl. He basked in his success when she mewed under his touch. Giovanni smiled to himself. She was like soft butter under his hands.

“Boss, I really can’t sleep with you,” she rasped in his ear, her arms clinging to him for support when she couldn’t hold herself anymore.

He quickly supported her, using his leg to hold her up. Bracing her head within his palm, he pulled her close, his body meshing against her farther.

“Tell me why, Jay?” His nose brushed her cheek, his lips nipping hers softly. Deep voice rumbling beside her ear, he said, “Because if you don’t, I’ll make you say it anyway.”

The fire crackled between them. Heat frizzed the air as one second became two, and two became three.

“Fuck, Jay, you’re killing me with your looks.” He growled and tossed caution into the air. He hiked her skirt up, fingers wanting to touch bare skin, and he sighed in glee when his fingers grazed her inner leg.

“Boss,” she rasped. “Please refrain from acting like a dog in heat.”

“Who’s a dog in heat, Jay? Looks to me like you’re the little dog. Or should I say the little bunny in heat? Listen to me, Jay. This dog in heat needs his meat before the fire in his loins can be tamed.”

She turned her eyes away, clearly torn by her desire for him. But he couldn’t understand why she behaved this way. “Can’t you please let me go and listen to me for a minute first, boss?”

A bolt of frustration flared through him. He didn’t like it when she acted like this. It just didn’t sit right with him. He let her go, roughly combing his fingers through his hair, and waited for her explanation. “Fine. I give you one minute. That’s sixty seconds. You’d better give me a good explanation in that time.”

Jay looked up through her long lashes again, and his dick hardened up by another notch.

Fuck, if this kept going, he would burst right there.

“Jay. Quick. Explanation,” he prompted.

“I’m not trying to hurt your ego or anything, boss.” She started.

Fuck! That didn’t sound too good. But he listened to her anyway.

“Boss, if you must know, I’m a virgin.”

“That’s it? That’s what you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes.”

“Good, then it’s done. Let’s go.”

“Wait, boss, aren’t you disgusted or something?”

“Why would I be disgusted? You’re an innocent bunny. I’ll be the first one to taste you.”

“But, boss, I know how you like your woman experienced. I’m a virgin.” She emphasized that fact again. “What good could I do for you? I don’t know how to please a man.”

“To tell you the truth, Jay, I don’t give a fuck whether you’re a virgin or not. What I want is you, or should I start calling you my little Jennifer?”

“See, that’s the other thing. How could I be your Jennifer?” she snapped at him suddenly. “How do I know you’re telling me the truth? What if you just want to sleep with me?”

“I do want to sleep with you.”

“But why did you make stuff up that I’m your Jennifer?”

“You are my Jennifer, Jay.”

“But I don’t even remember you. And what is this relationship between you and Jennifer, anyway?”

“I know you can’t remember what happened under that beech tree, but you made me promise that when you grew up, I was to take you as my lover. So here I am. Taking you as my lover. Now let’s go.” He attempted to tug her away, but she stopped him by digging her heels into the carpet and pulled his arm.

“But, boss, if I’m your Jennifer, shouldn’t I feel something toward you? Like a fragment of memory or something.”

Giovanni turned back, a sour expression on his face. “You lost your memory, Jay. It’s a simple explanation. Accept it and move on. I don’t give a fuck about this. So why should you?”

Her hands twisted at her sides. She looked up at him, eyes unsure. “But still…”

“Enough talking. Whether you want to be my Jennifer or not, that can be discussed on another day. Now let’s go. You know I’m not a patient man.”

Giovanni dragged Jay into the elevator, and this time, she followed him. As soon as they came out of the elevator, he attacked her in the hallway. Hands, lips, and limbs were attached and molded against her. They both tumbled through the door, he wedged the key card in its slot just in time. Finally in, he dumped her on the bed, and stood back assessing her.

He lost focus. His main focal point was her, lying on the center of that bed, in an awkward position.

Beautiful. So god damned fucking beautiful. Jay was breathtaking, a breath of fresh air from his other lovers. Her hair spilled out like a fan, hues of brown and red, intermixed to form this vibrant color. Her cheeks were flushed pink, from the heat of their kisses he suspected. And those lips, juicy and plump after he’d taken a good fill, were swollen and slightly bruised. Absolutely alluring.

God, his heart filled with something unknown. Light, gentle, and sweet. He could let his gaze linger on her all day.

Why was he so stupid to not to see how fucking beautiful his maid was? She was everything a man could ask for in a lover. Temperament. Check. Coffee skills. Check. This girl was everything he’d wanted in a lover, in his life partner.

Fuck! That scared him a bit. Wasn’t that what little Jennifer had asked when she was little? She wanted him to take her as his wife, a partner for life. But a dangerous man like him, he knew life with a wife wouldn’t last long. He lived on adrenaline. Action, impulse, danger, and that was what he thrived on. No. Jay could only be his lover. No more and no less.

With eyes solely on her, he made quick work of his tie, loosening it and discarding it to the side. He jumped on top of her, pinning her to the bed, pressing her firmly against the mattress.

“Fuck, Jay. My God. I can’t hold on.” He buried his nose into her nape and sucked the living hell out of that area, hoping to mark her as his. She trembled against him, allowing him to kiss her solidly. “I want you so badly I’m getting dizzy.”

“Boss, boss,” she mewed. The sound vibrated into his ear, and his dick hardened even more. “I want to kiss you. Deeper. Harder.”

“And who said you’re an innocent bunny?” He playfully tugged at her hair, bringing his lips to close over hers once again.

Suddenly, she straddled him, taking him by surprise when she used his discarded tie to bind his hands to the bedframe.

BDSM? His little bunny was into BDSM? Wow, this was getting interesting.

“Are you into BDSM?” Giovanni questioned, eyes filled with curiosity, lips smirking with the anticipation of their fun night together.

“You could say that.” She smiled seductively, then leaned down to kiss his lips, cheeks, and lids.

Giovanni was on cloud nine. He was happy. He was hot. He was-

What the hell? He was tied to the bed and now he couldn’t move an inch.

“Jay, what the fuck is this?” He lashed out, only to be held by the tie, bound securely to the bed.

“Sorry, boss.” She bolted to the door as soon as he kicked his foot in the air. “I’m not ready to part with my virginity, yet. So, you just rest here for the night, cool down those loins. I’ll be sure to let Bobby know you’re staying in the hotel tonight.”

“Jay, you little minx. Get back here.”

“Sorry, boss. No can do. Sleep well. And see you tomorrow.”

And those were her last words, before she bolted out of the room, leaving him stranded, partly naked and so fucking mad.

“The fuck, Jay. Just you wait. I’ll get you for this,” he yelled, before calmly thinking of a solution. And when he did, a smiled played on his lips. “You’re mine tonight, Jay. Whether it’s here in this hotel, or in bed at home.”

And with that, he tugged himself up and reached for the phone in his pocket.