His Hostage: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)

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lle

I already regret this. I walk farther into the office as he shuts the door with a loud click. Everyone must’ve seen me walk back here with him and they’re going to know what we’re doing. I feel like a cheap whore. His hands wrap around my waist and pull my ass into him. His hard erection digs into my back. My core heats as he leaves an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. His hot breath runs chills down my body, and I cave. I
need
this. My body molds to his, and my hands reach behind me and around his neck. My fingers tangle in his hair. I don’t care what they think. For once, I just want to feel good.

V
ince

Good girl. I knew if I just got her alone I’d be able to loosen her up. She’s in need, and I know exactly what to do. My fingers tease her skin as I pull the camisole over her head. I have to pull away for a moment, and she takes the chance to turn around. She stands on her tiptoes to crush her lips against mine. I part her lips with my tongue and taste her, sucking on her bottom lip while I unhook her bra. I break away, and drop to my knees to unbuckle her shorts and pull them down. Lace panties. They’ll be easy to tear right off.

M
y breathing is loud
, nearly frantic, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. I can’t believe I’m doing this. He tears through my panties with his thumbs and tosses them carelessly to the side, not taking his eyes off me. Another wave of arousal soaks my core as I clench my thighs. He grins and grips my hips, forcing my pussy into his face while he breathes in deep. I’d die of embarrassment, but his loud groan and languid lick make my eyes close, and my mouth part in ecstasy. He stands up and pulls my bra off of me, and the straps tickle my arms as I watch his eyes focus on my breasts. My nipples harden under his lust-filled gaze.

So fucking hot. I knew she was beautiful, but damn, I have to take a moment to appreciate just how gorgeous she is. I grip her thighs and lift her up so I can put her ass on the edge of the desk. I lean down and suck her hardened, pale pink nipple into my mouth. Her head falls back, and a soft moan falls from her lips.

H
e pulls back
and lets my nipple pop out of his mouth before getting onto his knees. Holy shit. He’s gonna go down on me. My breath stills in my lungs and I try to close my legs from mortification, but his hands on my inner knees stop them and he pushes me wide open to stare at my pussy. My cheeks flame and I can’t look because I’m so fucking horrified.

“You want me to stop, sweetheart?” I know she doesn’t. I bet she’s never been taken care of like this before. She’s in for a treat. She bites her lip and shakes her head. I smile at her, and then focus my attention back to her needy, delicious cunt. Her pussy lips are glistening with arousal and I fucking love it. I lean down and take a long lick from her entrance to the clit. So sweet. I flick her throbbing clit with my tongue and she finally relaxes under me. I smile into her heat and grip her ass tight, angling her into a position that's good for me.

O
h my god
. It feels so good. I have to focus on staying quiet. My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I shamelessly rock my pussy into his face. His tongue massages against my clit as his fingers dip into me and curl, hitting my G-spot and making my back arch. Holy fuck!

She’s loving what I’m doing; her body is so damn responsive, just like I knew she would be. I can’t wait to get into that pussy and watch those tits bounce. They aren’t the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen, but they’re perky and fit in my hands just right. I bite down on her clit, not hard, just enough to send her over the edge as her pussy clamps down on my fingers. She’s so fucking tight. Her pussy is going to feel like heaven on my dick.

M
y thighs squeeze
around his head. I want to stop, but I can’t control my body. A cold sweat breaks out along my skin and I feel paralyzed as my body ignites with waves of pleasure.

Her arousal soaks my hand. I keep my fingers in that tight cunt, stroking her front wall and sucking her clit to get every bit of her orgasm out. I don’t stop until she’s lying limp on the table. I smile and gently place a hand on her trembling thigh. That should calm her ass down.

That pussy’s soft, hot, and wet. And waiting to be filled. I unzip my jeans and let them drop to the floor while I stroke my cock. It’s begging to be wrapped in her heat.

T
he sound
of his zipper makes my eyes pop open and pulls me from my sated daze. Oh fuck! My heart pounds in my chest, and my breathing comes in shallow pants. I push the hair out of my face and swallow thickly. I’m going to lose my virginity. I don’t want it to happen this way.

She props herself up and closes her legs. My brow furrows with confusion and my body heats with anger. What the fuck is she doing? She leaving me high and dry? That’d be a fucking first. I know she enjoyed me feasting on her pussy. She’ll fucking love what I can do to her while she’s impaled on my dick.

I
clear
my throat and nervously try to reach his gaze. A violent blush reaches my cheeks and burns my chest. I just don’t want it like this. My pussy is begging to let him fuck me, and my dark fantasies want to come to life. I want him to take me and pound into me until I’m screaming. But I can’t pull the trigger.

“You all right, sweetheart?”
His question holds a hint of admonishment. My mind goes wild with the thought of him holding me down and fucking me exactly how he wants. Punishing me for refusing him. But I don’t want to refuse him. I want to give him pleasure, too. I bite my bottom lip to steady the need to tremble. I scoot to the edge of the desk and drop easily to my knees.

She immediately takes me into her inviting mouth and sucks the head of my dick. I groan and let my head fall back and spear my fingers through her hair, putting easy pressure on the back of her head. Her hot, eager mouth feels so fucking good. She takes me in deeper and massages her tongue along the underside of my dick. Her head bobs on my cock and her cheeks hollow out from how hard she's sucking. I let her go at her own pace, but I really want to shove myself down her throat. I hold back though. She wouldn’t like the things I wanna do to her.

A
sick fantasy
of him skull-fucking me flashes before my eyes, and I find myself taking him deeper than I’m able, trying to choke myself on his dick. My throat closes around his thick length and he pumps his hips in short, shallow thrusts. I pull back and breathe quickly while his hands clench into fists in my hair. As soon as I have air I take him in my mouth and do it again.

She’s acting like she fucking loves this. She pulls off again and licks the underside of my dick, stroking me with her hand while she licks my length. Her wide, blue eyes stare up at me. She’s looking for approval. “Baby, you keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum.” Just watching her, my balls draw up and my spine tingles, but I hold back the urge to cum. I’m not done with her yet.

I
’ve never done
this before, but I’ve read so many romance novels and articles… and watched so much porn. I know I need to shove him deep into my throat and swallow. I do it again and choke a little, but as soon as I can, I work him into the very back of my throat until I can’t breathe at all. My hands rest at my thighs. I want to massage his balls, or push against his taint searching for that little spot I read about that's supposed to make a man go off, but instead I dig my fingers into my thighs. I pull back and take a deep breath. I feel spit drip down my chin and I quickly wipe it away.

She’s too fucking good. I want in that hot pussy, but it’s not going to happen. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” I get ready to pull away; I’m sure she’s not the type of girl who’s gonna want to swallow. Although, I didn’t peg her to be so good at giving head either. The idea that’s she’s had practice pisses me off. I don’t get jealous, but I don’t fucking like that idea. Then my sweetheart does the sexiest fucking thing. She closes her eyes, sticks her tongue out flat under the head of my dick and pushes her breasts together.

I
open
my eyes when I hear the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard and feel his hot cum on my breasts. I watch as waves splash against my breasts and it gives me the deepest satisfaction. I smile shyly and calm my breathing. I did this to him.

I open my eyes and see her cute little smirk. “Lick it clean, sweetheart.” My dick’s still hard as her tongue darts out to lap up the bit of sticky cum left on my dick. She sits back on her heels, far more relaxed than she was before, and then she reaches for her clothes. I frown, and my heart drops a little in my chest. She’s ready to leave? Already?

I
feel
a little sick knowing he’s gonna want me out of here now that our little fling is over. Only a little though. That’s what I’m telling myself, at least. I feel so dirty, but I love it. I watch in my periphery as he leans over the desk and then hands me some tissues to wipe off my chest. I give him a tight smile and quickly clean myself off. I want it again, but I don’t think he’s the type of guy that sticks with one girl. And I’m not going to give myself to someone who isn’t going to want me after. I don’t know what I was thinking. Regret starts to consume me, but I shake it off. I wanted this. I got exactly what I wanted.

“You got a lot of studying to do?” I ask, as I pull up my boxers and jeans. I know she’s in a rush to get out, but I’ll at least stay with her while she’s out there. I’m sure they know we were back here fooling around, but I want them to give her the respect she deserves. I’m not gonna leave her for them to stare down and judge.

N
o way
I’m staying here. I spot my bag sitting next to the door. I’ll just sneak out the back. I shake my head at his question. “I’m pretty tired. I’m just gonna head home.” The high I felt just moments ago is already waning, and I’m feeling more and more uncomfortable as I stand and adjust my shorts. I have no clue where my panties are. Not that it really matters since he destroyed them.

My eyes close as the denim push against my sensitive clit. Damn, I want him again. I want him inside of me. But not like this. I’m not going to lose my virginity like this. Not to someone I don’t even know. The thought makes my gaze drop to the floor, and I try to swallow the shame creeping up on me.

Shit, I can see the regret. I don’t fucking want that. I wanna see this girl again. I
need
to have her cumming on my dick. I barely got a taste of her. “I’ll drive you home, sweetheart.”

I
bite
my bottom lip and grip the straps of my tote. I put it on my shoulder and nod. I wince as the straps bite down on my tender skin. Fucking hell, why’d I pack so damn much and walk the entire way here? He’s quick to reach out and take it from me. It’s a sweet gesture, and I don’t expect it. I assume he’s hoping to get into my pants when he drops me off. That sure as shit is not going to happen. I think about what’s waiting for me at home and get all pissed off. I can’t fucking believe how shitty my life has become. The reminder makes me close my eyes, and I try to will away the anger.

I don’t like wherever her head has gone. Gently, I place my hand on her shoulder and squeeze slightly. “Stop it, Elle.” Her eyes shoot up at me with daggers as she shoves my hand away.

“
J
ust because we
just did that,” I say with anger as I motion to the desk, “does not mean that you have any right to tell me what to do.” Immediately I regret my outburst. It’s not his fault. Shit. I ruined this. Whatever this is. Was. Whatever, it’s over with now.

What the fuck has gotten into her? I have half a mind to throw her ass on the desk and fuck that snarky attitude right out of her. I know just how to do it, too. Deep and slow. I’d fucking torture the orgasms from her until she quits being like this. So damn defensive.

T
his was such a fucking mistake
. I swing the door open and walk out as quickly as I can, leaving him behind. I keep walking, past the opening for the dining room of the bistro and straight ahead. There’s got to be a door to get the fuck out of here where no one will see me. I twist the knob to what I think will be an exit and push the heavy door open.

I finally get a grip and go after her, determined to have her smart little mouth wrapped around my cock again. I take one step out of the office and bolt after her. Not that room! What the fuck is she doing?

H
oly fuck
! I gasp as my eyes widen at what I'm seeing, and instinctively take a step backwards, but my back hits a brick wall of muscle. Strong arms wrap around my waist and face, and a hand covers my mouth to mute the scream that’s ripped from my throat.