Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Nick

As she walks in I remember watching this documentary on the Discovery Channel when I was a kid.

It was called ‘Wild Africa’.

Frankie and Vincent were always watching shows like that and dragging me in because I used to be so squeamish.

Back then I hated preying on the weak in any shape or form. I thought it was cowardly to do so. I even hated watching animals do it. Lions gathering around a gazelle to scare it because the gazelles knew it was already dead the minute they saw the lions coming.

No hope of getting away, no hope or a fucking chance in hell of doing shit besides allowing itself to be eaten.

Miss Mia Chase reminded me of the gazelle tonight.

Over the years as I got older and saw how the business worked, I knew that it wasn’t about preying on the weak. It was about showing control and power. Allowing everyone to know who was boss and who had the power to do whatever they wanted to you.

Weak ones and strong ones, it didn’t matter who. If you were Alpha you let them know you’re alpha and there’s no question after.

My family consisted of a bunch of alphas. It was our dynamic and it worked. It was respect. That is why my brothers left us.

One look at her and I could tell the both of them wanted her just as much as I did, but they knew she was mine.

They knew of my interest in her from the minute I agreed to see her. We were in the middle of serious talks about plans. My plans on what I was going to do to investigate the situation with Tommy, outside of Vincent’s warning.

Salvatore and Gabe knew of my interest for this woman and knew I needed the distraction.

I’m looking at her now in that get-up she’s wearing. It’s supposed to look casual and it does. She’s supposed to look like she’s lazing around the house and reading a newspaper in those dark rimmed librarian fuck-me glasses but that’s just the thing… Everything about her screams fuck me and I want to.

I really want to bend her over my desk and fuck her brains out. I want to pin her to the wall behind her and fuck her all over again but like the documentary, I’m going to play a game. I’m going to play with her and set the ball in motion.

It won’t work in the state of desperation I see brimming in those deep green eyes.

I put my cigar out and stand up, make my way around to her and sit on the edge of my desk.

“Missed you last night Angel Doll. Did you get the days mixed up?”

“No, I…” she stops and presses her lips together, hesitating.

I didn’t get this job by being stupid or out of touch with reality.

I don’t know many women who would turn down a hundred grand to work with me, let alone be with me. Even if she didn’t know exactly what I was offering no woman has ever said no to me. Yet this one implied it big time with her absence.

I knew from the get go that she isn’t going to be like the usual type of woman that ventures here. I know she’s not the type to give in to her fantasies the way I do, or do what she feels like in the moment. I know now that something brought her back here.

The ‘what’ would be interesting to find out.

I look at her in anticipation, waiting for her to finish talking and she doesn’t. She’s just looking at me. This is far too much staring and looking and assessing.

We should be touching.

We should be fucking, but I’m game for a good play.

“Oh… I get it, you came back to explore the wild chemistry I said we wouldn’t be ignoring?” I taunt.

If I was myself I would have at least found out where she lived well before now. I may have all the shit with Tommy going on in my head but I couldn’t get this woman out of my head either.

“No… I mean…I really need this job. If it’s still there. If it’s still available I’d like to try again. I would like another chance if there is one.” She wrinkles her nose slightly and blinks like she’s trying to hold back tears.

I smile. She really doesn’t realize what I offered was tailored to her. A chance to be mine. There is no opening like that or chance and if I wasn’t so taken with her I’d turn her away. I’d turn her away no matter what sent her here.

People know what to expect from me.

Women know to expect nothing from me beside a good time. That is all. A good fuck and then good bye. I just want this one because she’s interesting.

Distracting because we’re complete opposites. Like night and day.

Now she’s the one looking at me in anticipation. Waiting for my answer.

“Why should I give you another chance, Angel Doll?” I tilt my head to the side. “You never showed up for work last night and you never called either. Shows lack of interest. I’m a busy man and I don’t have time for shit like that.”

Her lips part. “I can assure you it won’t happen again. I’ll be honest I didn’t plan to come in… or come back.”

“No?” I ask, as if I don’t know.

“No. I’m not used to… I’m not used to being so intimate with a stranger,” she confesses and boy does my interest pique. I stand, straightening and she instantly flinches.

I’m like the lion wanting to check out my prey.

She backs into the wall as I move to her and I place my hands either side of her as I look her over and continue in my pursuit of figuring her out.

She’s not a virgin. That would have been one hell of an interesting capture, but I like my women wild in bed. I like them to know what to do on some level, although I like taking control and being the dominant.

I’m looking at her and I guess she’s the kind of woman to have been in a few relationships. No one-nighters. She’s a relationship girl. She’s the long term woman you have that’s not a side piece. She’s the type you want for a wife and to mother your children. She’s the angel who’ll love you.

I almost back away at the realization as something moral comes into my mind that makes me want to shy away from her, but I don’t. It’s like not wanting to desecrate what’s considered hallowed in a church. That’s the vibe I get from her in her essence, but her eyes tell a different story. Her eyes tell me she wants me too. Me the devil, and she doesn’t care that I’m a stranger.

I recall the way she never exactly refuted my comment about the chemistry we shared. Never said no.

And she’s still not saying no.

“What have you done?” I ask, leaning closer.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. How many men have you been with Angel Doll?”

She gives me a long hard look and pain speckles her eyes. Some bastard hurt her. I can tell.

“One,” she answers, holding my gaze.

I have to say I’m very surprised. Didn’t expect that.

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“Yeah. College …I met him in college.”

“How long were you with him?”

“Six years.”

That part doesn’t surprise me. It fits. She’s the long term type.

“And where is he?” I prod.

“He cheated and we broke up.”

“Oh, and no one since?”

“No. No one. I haven’t had the time.”

I smile at that. It’s such a lame excuse. People can always make time to spend with each other. It’s based on whether you want to or not.

She shuffles and I see a bruise under her chin. I’m not sure how I didn’t notice before. It’s right there under her chin and it wasn’t there the other day. It looks like finger marks.

She flinches again when I take hold of her face but she doesn’t look away.

“Who did this?” I ask. I don’t know the specs but that mark came from someone squeezing her face.

I know I’m right when I shift her jaw, tilting it up and I see more finger marks right under her chin.

I know I’m absolutely right when a tear runs down her cheek and she tries to look away. I can be a sick fuck but I don’t do violence to women. Never.

“It’s nothing. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

She brings her hand up to wipe away the tears and blinks the rest away.

I get the impression the marks on her face are part and parcel of what brought her back to me. I haven’t even factored in yet how desperate she must be to come to me at this hour of the night, asking for a chance for a job.

I’m not the kind of guy to prod and poke around when someone doesn’t want to talk. I have my ways of finding info. I’ll have her followed tomorrow. Someone who can dig around a little. It would be so much better if she tells me though.

Just for a minute I want her to forget. I’m looking at her and it doesn’t take long for that pull of chemistry to rush back in on me. We had a minute, maybe two. Just long enough for her to talk to me.

Now I want her to forget.

“You need the money,” I state. It’s the obvious but I state it. Cut the shit, cut the beating around the bush.

“Yes. I need the money. I need an advance too of ten grand.”

A wayward tear runs down her cheek. I’m not sure if she realizes. She’s still just looking at me.

Jesus… ten grand. This doll must be in some kind of shit. I will most definitely have her checked out. That’s not exactly spare change.

“Is the job still available?” she asks weakly.

“Yes, it is.”

“Can I have it? I swear I won’t let you down. I work hard. I’ll do anything to show I can.”

“Anything?” I take off her glasses and set them on the shelf next to us.

She nods when I look back to her. “Anything.” She blinks then resumes her focus but she reaches up to her top to undo the first button and then the next.

She seems so childlike in the Hogwarts top. Innocent and willing to offer me her body for the job. She goes to undo the other buttons but I stop her.

“No, it doesn’t work like that. I won’t fuck you in exchange for a job. If I want a slut I can go downstairs, I can hit up the back streets. Or I can do nothing, I’m Nickoli Giordano. I don’t have to try…”

She looks thrown, trapped. “What do you want?”

I get close again. “You.”

“Me…”

I like the way she says that.

“Yes, Angel Doll. I want you. I want to own you.” I wanted her to want me too, and I already had that. It was time to test it out.

Her lips part again and my gaze drops there.

Right there on her full, pink lips. The pout makes me wonder what that mouth of hers will feel like on my cock. Right now I want to taste her.

It’s time that I taste her.

I lean closer and she swallows hard. I get even closer until I’m a breath away, and my cheek brushes over her nose. It’s clear I’m going to kiss her, but I stop right there.

The kiss I want will taste so much better if she meets me halfway, or the rest of the way.

Hesitation takes her, but desire is a stronger force.

Much stronger.

My cock hardens right up when the angel moves to me, meeting me the rest of the way. It’s her that kisses me, and it’s not because she needs the money. As her lips press against mine I feel her desperation to taste me too. It’s the same as mine.

It’s the fucking same as mine.

I slant my mouth over hers and our tongues sweep in to meet each other in tandem like we planned it.

Fuck. She taste so fucking good. Like wild raw honey and sex.

It reminds me a little of the taste of her sweet nectar. This is different. It’s mixed with a hint of greed and selfish desire coming from both of us, not just me.

I take control by pulling that band from her hair and the long blond locks tumble over her back. Then I run my fingers through the silky fibers and angle her face to the side so I can deepen the kiss.

I’m in charge and I take pleasure in the way that her body goes limp against mine, pressing against my chest. My dick is rock hard already but when she presses her tits into me I want to explode.

We kiss and the kiss turns hungry then greedy. She moans into my mouth and I fill my palms with her gorgeous tits. I recall with perfect clarity how perfect she is. And I decide I want to go slower with her tonight.

Last time was an interview.

She’s working tonight and I’m giving her a preview. Giving the induction session of what’s to be expected on the job.

I pull away from her and she moves back to me, wanting more.

I plan to give her more. A lot more.

Before she has her next thought I usher her over to the sofa area in the office I use for meetings.

It’s perfect for this meeting.

When I take off her shoes she knows I mean business. I’m loving the way she allows me to take charge and she’s not saying no.

I tell her I want to own her and she allows me to act like I already do.

I unzip her pants, pull them down her legs, and toss them over to the side. Next are those panties. I spare no time to pull those off either, part her legs and slide my fingers deep inside her slick wet pussy.

She’s so wet for me it makes my cock ache to be inside her.

I yank off her top and take off the bra too. Those gorgeous breasts spill out and bounce from the movement of my fingers sliding in and out of her.

She moans as I finger fuck her and widens her legs so I can have better access.

I stop for a moment to push her back against the cushions so she can lie down. She does it and lies there watching me.

I take the moment to look at her. She’s fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful, lying there looking at me with that white blond hair, her perfect body, those full rounded breasts with her light pink nipples and my fingers inside her pussy.

“Feel good, Angel Doll?”

Something that feels like triumph washes over me when she nods and I lower to suck her tits.