Tempted By The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Mimi

I’m trying. Trying to keep my mind open.

What’s helping is Salvatore is talking to me again.

He was gone when I woke up this morning and sent me a message earlier to meet him at the club at eight.

Last night, I reached a point where I was at my lowest. That’s how I ended up at Salvatore’s apartment. My mind took me to the place it knew I’d find the most strength.

I spent all of yesterday looking for a new building and potential location for the restaurant and found nothing.

Then I just crumbled when Dad’s words came rushing in on me. I started questioning myself and I wondered if I should just give up.

This morning I woke up with the newfound strength my soul sought amid the weirdness of being at Salvatore’s place.

Amid the weirdness that he slept on the sofa and gave me the bed. Of course it would be different now between us after the night we spent together last week.

That night changed us and realistically I can’t just forget it, or act like it never happened.

I figured perhaps if I take small steps maybe I’ll be able to shake the fear and just… see where that leads me. That’s where I am now. One day at a time. One step at a time. Slowly.

I left his place an hour ago after making an appointment to view a potential building near the shopping complex at the Water Tower on Michigan avenue.

I made the appointment knowing my heart wouldn’t be into it, but I’m trying. That’s the most important thing. I’m trying and now I want to prove my father wrong.

I just have to get over this hurdle first.

The problem with finding the perfect place is just that. It’s perfect and when I had a shot at getting it the dream came alive in my head. I could see myself there doing what I wanted to do.

I love working at The Dark Odyssey. I love the fantasy of the place and the wildness people get up to. I see myself staying there too, but it’s not the same as owning my own business.

I arrived at the club early. As usual it’s crazy with the wild sex. I make my way up to Salvatore’s lounge and see him standing by the balcony of the archway watching the couple in the exhibitionist box.

Watching people have sex is supposed to be a norm to us. It’s so normal that what isn’t normal is watching people not have sex.

However, it felt normal until we had sex and my cheeks burn looking at the couple now. The sight of them makes me stop in my tracks.

The guy pounds relentlessly into the woman from behind. He’s fucking her so hard she’s shoved up against the glass of the box and her breasts squash into it.

I turn and look at Salvatore, finding him watching me and my whole body blushes when I take note of the desire in his eyes. The last time we were up here together we stepped over the line. I don’t know what will happen tonight.

I walk up to him and he looks me over. He doesn’t say anything though and that’s strange. I’m wearing black, not because he likes it and what I have on is a mini dress that hugs my frame in a similar way to a negligee.

He puts his cigar down and walks around me, continuing to look me up and down.

“Should I even ask what’s going on?” I ask when he stops in front of me.

We had last night but we aren’t okay. Things are vague between us and I don’t like it.

“I have an offer for you,” he states. His expression is hard and searching.

“Offer?” That sounds ominous. “What kind of offer?”

“Your restaurant exactly where you want it.”

I hold his gaze feeling my heartbeat slow down along with my breathing. “What do you mean? I don’t have three million.”

“But I do,” he fills in.

“No…” I shake my head. I won’t allow him to do this for me. “No, you can’t.”

“I did.”

My lips part. “What? Salvatore what did you do? What is this?” When darkness flashes in his eyes my heartbeat speeds up.

“The offer is this: I’ll give you the restaurant if you give me a chance.”

My cheeks burn with heat first then it flushes down my body. It cascades and my ears ring because I can’t believe he would do this to me. It’s what they all do. The mobster way. Take what you want by whatever means and he thinks I’m like the other women.

“How could you do this? You think I’m fucking property? Like you can just blackmail me into being with you?” I lash out. “You think you can buy me, like I can be bought?”

“Yes,” he simply says and I raise my hand and slap him right across his cheek.

I could tell he expected it though from the smirk on his face. The smirk that fades in an instant when he takes hold of my arm and shoves me up against the glass.

“Want me to lie Maria and say no? You keep asking me how I could do this, why I do that, what’s fucking with me and you know the answer to all of it. It’s you. I want you. I’m not going to fuck around and lie and tell you anything other than that. So yes I’ll do whatever I have to, to get what I want. All the better to know you want me too.”

“This is insane,” I shake my head because I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

He blocks my escape when I try to leave and presses into me. He gets real close and the roil of emotion inside my soul clashes, weakening me.

He’s too close. So close I could suffocate from the heat that’s flushed over my body. So close I can’t breathe.

“Insane? Mimi, insane… you know what’s insane? Us. We’re like this masquerade party. Masquerading as friends when we’ve never been that.” He runs his fingers over the flat of my stomach and desire pools between my thighs. His face brushes over mine and I can’t take it.

“You make it sound like you’ve always wanted me,” I throw back.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He catches my face and smooths his fingers down to my neck. He squeezes hard and holds me in place, exuding his dominance over me and instinctively I submit and don’t fight back. A devilish smile lights up his face in that moment and it makes my pussy clench with need and desire for him that I don’t want to feel right now.

“I have,” he confesses and my heart jolts. “But dearest Maria, I don’t fuck women who are into my brothers. It’s a line I don’t cross and I don’t need to Babygirl. I’m Salvatore Giordano, I don’t need to try, but when I do, I do whatever the fuck I want. On this occasion I’m just giving you the chance to do what you want too.”

I hate that he knows me so well. What did I expect though? What the hell did I expect?

I keep saying I know what these guys are like. Why am I shocked when they do something I should expect?

“You don’t always know what I want. You can’t just use money to buy me. I can’t be bought.”

He laughs a crude sardonic laugh at the last shred of my will. The shred of my heart trying to protect itself from heartbreak.

“That’s where you’re wrong Babygirl. It’s all wrong because you want me just as much as I want you,” he reminds me.

I’m torn, torn between wanting him and wanting to flee from this arrangement he’s trying to force on me.

He lifts the hem of my dress, slides it up my legs right up to my hips, not caring who’s watching and rest assured there are people watching us.

It’s like a repeat of the other night and at the bar are the same bartender and the same woman who’d stared on in jealousy the other night. I feel her gaze on us and a quick glance at her confirms she’s watching.

The flutter of Salvatore’s fingers over my mound drags my thoughts back to him and everything and everyone fades away.

He holds my gaze as he slides his fingers inside my pussy and starts stroking.

“Salvatore…” I breathe on the edge of a labored breath.

His smile widens and he pulls his fingers out briefly to lick off the glistening juice.

“Look at you, fucking wet for me and all I’ve done is talk to you. Your body betrays you babygirl. Betrayal, showing me all you truly want,” he declares and slides his fingers back into me. “Tell me to stop Mimi. Tell me to stop and I will.” He speeds up and I press my head back against the wall when he releases my throat.

Stop…

It comes to my mind but not the way it should for a woman who told a man she couldn’t be with him days ago.

It’s just a fleeting thought in my mind that doesn’t quite register because his fingers inside me feel so damn good.

I moan as he continues to finger fuck me, hard then slow and I come undone.

“I’m waiting baby, tell me to stop and I’ll fuck off, or …give me that chance. It’s your call,” he says.

I moan and gasp when he speeds up. I just manage to grip on to his wide shoulders when he crouches down and nuzzles his face between my thighs. A second later he pushes his tongue straight up inside me and starts licking over the hard sensitive nub of my clit.

He licks and sucks and I moan out loud not caring there are people around us.

The tug of a vicious orgasm threatens to take me and I suck in a sharp breath, just as I’m about to indulge in the pleasure though he pulls away and stands up smiling.

“Don’t stop touching me…” I wince. It sounds like a plea.

He catches my face again and squeezes harder. “What was that Mimi?”

“Don’t stop touching me.” I sound crazy, floating from one emotion and decision to the next. Not really settling on anything. Right now I just want him.

“What do you want me to do you baby?”

I want him so badly it aches. I want him so badly it scares me. “Fuck me…” I say and he smiles wide seeing my desperation.

“You want my cock?” He quirks a brow and arches his lips.

“Yes… I want it.”

“Beg me… beg me for it so I know you want me.”

I’ve never been more desperate in my life. “Fuck me… please. Please… Salvatore.”

“With fucking pleasure Babygirl,” he growls, releases me and his lips come crashing down hard on mine.

I reach up and touch his face, wanting him more. Wanting this kiss like nothing else. Wanting him like nothing else.

He tastes of sex and raw, masculine need. He tastes like carnal, undiluted desire. He tastes like everything I want and need rolled into one.

In one swift move he rips the dress off me and I gasp pulling away from his lips.

The dress had a built in bra so my breasts spill out on release from the prison of the fabric holding them in.

Like a ferocious animal he tears off my panties too and undoes his pants making his cock spring free, perfectly erect and ready to claim me.

I just hold on when he picks me up and take in a deep breath when he plunges deep inside my pussy. Just for a second I allow myself the pleasure of acknowledging that if anyone wondered if we were together or not, or are still together or not, we’re giving them the answer.

In the same breath I actually don’t know what I’m doing right now other than what my body is telling me to do.

I want him and I want him to fuck me.

He starts doing just that, just as I asked. Almost immediately his pumps become wild thrusts of relentless need boring into me. Then he starts fucking me hard. I cry out from the impact of his massive length searing into me raw and unforgiving.

“Salvatore…” I moan.

“That’s right babygirl, say my name while I fuck you hard.”

I call for him again and he speeds up, rocking my body with hard rough strokes. I’m not surprised at the scandalous orgasm that washes over me that makes me arch my back and grind against him. I start to fuck him too, bucking and thrashing against him as the erotic wildness consumes me whole.

He presses me into the wall and angles me so he can fuck me harder. Just then his cock pulses inside me and it makes my walls tighten. I know then that we’re close, so close. He pounds into me and the spray of hot cum thundering into my passage makes me climax all over again.

Jesus Christ…

I can’t breathe. I clutch on to him and try to steady myself and my mind from buzzing. He holds me to him, holding me there against his chest where I can feel the powerful beat of his heart.

I can’t believe that we did this again, but more so I can’t believe I just had sex in public. Sex in public with Salvatore Giordano.

I claim to be wild but I’ve never been this wild.

I lift my head to look around but my gaze tangles with his. We look at each other, his cock still pressing into me, me who’s naked with my legs wrapped around him.

“You will stay with me tonight,” he informs me. “Understand?”

“Yes…” It feels like the only answer my body will allow me to give.