Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“Perfect.”

One of the few advantages of being a woman is being able to be turned-on without anybody ever realizing it. There were so many times that I sat in high school class and fantasized about the algebra teacher bending me over his desk and fucking me hard, or sometimes I’d be trapped in an elevator with a hottie and I’d bask in his presence, imagining his mouth over mine. I’d stew in silence and feel my panties growing wet, and no one would know.

It was safe to fantasize.

It was even fun.

Tony’s taken that away. He ripped the security blanket from my shoulders when he shoved that vibrator up my pussy, which is all I can think about even as I shake hands with Tony’s associates with my slightly damp one.

Fucking asshole.

It hums inside me as I walk around Le Zinc, the restaurant Tony brought me to celebrate our engagement. He keeps a firm hand around my waist as we float from person to person.

It’s a beautiful restaurant, and the live jazz band gives the place a moody, intimate feeling. I expect to see people making out-I expect to see them fucking in that darkened corner by the bathrooms-

Jesus. I’m horny as hell.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“I was wondering: Is it hard being close to me?” He slides his arm around my waist with deliberate slowness. “I can just imagine how wet your panties must be right now.”

I look up and down his body, my eyes lingering right below his belt. Naked-I want him naked. I want my legs wrapped around him and that fucking irritating smile. He’s just so goddamn delectable in that suit, and the vibrator keeps reminding me just how much I need him.

There’s no way to get off, and people are everywhere. Tony’s family and friends. People I’ve never met before. I should be getting to know people. Instead, I’m obsessed with getting to know the intimate details of Tony’s cock.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Your pussy must be aching. Tell me, does every wave through your pussy remind you of how nice my cock feels inside you?” Tony’s voice rumbles deliciously in my ear and I turn into his arms, my hands and face scorching hot. His quiet laughter sends a ripple of rage through me.

Fucking asshole.

“Turn it the fuck off.”

The violent buzzing between my legs is maddening. I’m seconds away from ripping off his clothes, and he gives me a brief, chaste kiss that only adds fuel to the blazing fire.

“Not a chance. Seeing you all worked up like this is way too fun.” He takes my arms, slides his hands up, and he might as well be running them up my legs. He turns his head. “Hey, Johnny.”

Johnny? Oh fuck.

The slick Montreal boss suddenly materializes out of thin air to give Tony a swift hug and a kiss on both cheeks. A sick sensation swoops around my stomach as Tony casually slips a hand in his jacket and the vibrations magnify a hundredfold.

“Congratulations, Tony, petit criss.”

Oh God. I’m next.

I don’t even care about the fact that the last time I saw this man, he threw me out of his restaurant and denied me help. He turns to me, beaming as Tony grins behind him, indifferent to the fact that I’m seconds away from coming.

The boss extends a hand as my stomach tenses so hard that it’s impossible to inhale.

Please don’t come. Please don’t.

My legs tighten as I try to still the fucking vibrator sending pleasure throughout my body, but it’s cruel. It’s like a knife into my flesh. I can’t stop it. It can’t help but build up, and up, and up.

I let out a gasp and wrap my arms around Johnny as my pussy clenches hard over the device. Tony bites his fist as he watches me come with his boss’s arms wrapped around me.

“Sorry,” I gasp. “I’m just-a bit-overwhelmed.”

Johnny’s stunned face lightens somewhat. He’s not the kind of guy you touch without permission. My body trembles with the explosion, the aftershocks still singeing my nerves. Pleasure and relief flood my limbs, but the device hums against my clit, ramping the desire up again. I bite my lip hard. Tony lowers the speed, and I’m able to breathe.

“You all right, hon? You look a little-red.”

Oh really? Is my face red? Hmm, I guess it has to do with the fucking VIBRATOR up my twat right now.

Just the thought of what I must look makes me shoot daggers at Tony.

Tony lets out a laugh that quickly becomes a cough. “Yeah, uh-she’s worried about her ex showing up, that’s all.”

My ex? Oh yeah. Him.

Funny how a little toy can make you forget about violent exes.

My heart jumps when Johnny frowns at us.

“Yeah, well. I need to talk to you about that. He might show up.”

“What?”

My hand seizes Tony’s arm as dizzying shocks pound through my heart.

“You never gave me the paternity test, so now the asshole is claiming that the baby is his.”

No.

The vibrator shuts off and Tony’s strong, protective arm curls around my waist. I feel him bristling.

“It’s Tony’s. It’s not his!”

Johnny turns his head with a humorless smile. “Can you prove that?”

No, I can’t, because there is no baby.

The bottom drops out of my stomach.

“John, I looked it up and you can’t do a test like that until seven or eight months.”

“We went to the doctor. He said I was a couple weeks pregnant. It fits. We only just met-”

“It could easily be Rafael’s, sweetheart. Frankly, the man has a right to know if the child is his, and he has a right to be in that child’s life-”

“I don’t want him in my baby’s life!” My voice rises to a shout and Tony squeezes my hip in warning.