Maid for the Mafia
Like I Was Property

**ROMANY**

I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't want him to be angry with me anymore. Would he write me off forever and go back to treating me like shit? If I *had* to pick just one of them, who would it be? Do I even know? The answer is no. No, I don't. At least, not yet.

"It's okay," Damien said, leaning toward me. "I'm ready to wait until you realize that you're mine."

I had to laugh, glad he didn't force an answer out of me. But at the same time, his words thrilled me. The thought that he had already decided on my being his sending a fresh blush to my cheeks. His navy blue eyes heated as they studied me and with every pass they made over my body I began to breathe a little heavier.

"Any moment now, they're going to call me upstairs," he said huskily.

"Okay," I replied, standing up to walk past him. "I'll get out of your way."

Damien's eyes flashed with something like desperation and he shot out his arm to snatch me by the waist then pull me onto his lap. I sighed in contentment at the warmth of his body behind mine. Closing me in his embrace and pinning my arms to my sides, he thrust his hips upward in a circular motion, grinding the steel of his erection against my ass as he nipped at my earlobe. "Mmm," he hummed, widening his legs so that I dropped more comfortably into them. Loosening his hold on me, his hands began to stroke up and down my thighs, then he shifted, closing his legs and spreading mine apart. Slowly he continued to stroke my legs, spreading them wider and wider with each pass. "You're not in my way," he said, before I felt his lips close over the side of my neck and suck greedily, the stroking of his hands becoming more and more urgent.

"Ah!" I yelped, feeling one hand close over my sex and the other over my breasts. "Damien," I hissed, writhing in his grip as my core began to pulse with heat.

He shuddered beneath me, the hand on my sex pushing harder over my clit on the outside of my jumpsuit. "Are you too sore? Or can I make you cum before I go?" he whispered, sucking on my earlobe.

I covered both of his hands with each of my own and pressed them into me. Needing more and more of his touch. "Make me cum," I answered. "Please."

He groaned, satisfied with my answer, his hand over my sex circling over my clit in a slow, steady rhythm to match the massaging of my breasts. "Fuck, I love touching you," he hissed, sucking on the the exposed skin of my shoulder as his ministrations became faster and the pressure of his fingers increased.

I could feel it building in me as I forced my head back onto his shoulder, and I wanted it so bad. My hips began to rotate and riding the movements of his hand and I could hear myself panting and moaning as I bit down on my lower lip. "Mmm... fuck," I gasped, lifting my pussy into his hand as the storm began to rage inside of me. I was coming undone, my walls were clenching and my clit throbbed painfully, aching for release. Gripping his hand more tightly over my breasts, I placed the other over his knee and clawed into him, my back arching like I'd just been shot as pleasure exploded behind my folds. "Damien!" I cried out. "God!"

"That's it baby. Cum for me," he cooed, lifting his hips into me at the same time he pressed his hand harder against my sex, circling and circling until my body trembled over his.

My pussy throbbed and pulsed from the power of my release and I fell limp in his arms, my chest heaving. I squeezed my inner walls to try and reign myself back in, but I had a feeling the steady pulsing of my clit would be with me most of the day.

Damien kissed the side of my face gently, lifting my legs closed and turning my body to face his. "Fuck," he said darkly. "You are so hot. I want to hear you scream like that every time." His eyes studied mine before he leaned forward and kissed my lips, sucking them into his mouth and nibbling on them with his teeth. "You are mine, gorgeous," he said seriously and I shivered. "No matter who you choose to let touch you. I want to swallow every single wild moan that comes out of your mouth. Nobody makes me as crazy as you do."

I sat up, stroking my hand over his chest and dipping my head low to dive behind his lips. My tongue pushed forward, swirling with his as he squeezed me against him, groaning into my mouth. *BANG! BANG! BANG!*

"Fuck," he complained, placing his forehead on mine. "It's time," he whispered, settling me onto my feet and he stood up.

We headed for the door and I stood back as Damien swung it open, revealing a rumpled version of Alex on the other side.

I gasped at the sight of him. He looked... *horrible.* Not like Alex DeMarco at all. A shadow of stubble darkened his jaw and his hair was wild and uncombed. His clothes were wrinkled, he reeked of boos. I was surprised he was standing up straight, because he looked like he'd just tumbled out of a bar. The only thing about him that was recognizable as *Alex*, was the anger in his eyes.

"Why in the fuck am I having to come down here and fetch you like a goddamned errand boy?" he hissed, his gaze hard.

"I was just on my way up," Damien replied.

"That's not what it sounded like on this end of the wall," Alex retorted, his gaze unreadable.

"Are you going to shower first?" Damien chuckled. "Or at least... change?"

Alex didn't answer him, just turned around and headed down the hall. Damien and I followed right behind him.

Damien tilted his head at me and whispered carefully, "Later on, we should talk. I have something important to tell you." He fell quiet as we approached the open elevators where Alex stood waiting.

My stomach flipped over. *Ruby. It has to be about Ruby.* "Is it-"

"Can you explain to me why there is a giant crack in my dining table?" Alex interrupted, hitting the button for the third floor.

I glared in his direction, but he completely ignored me.*Is he disrespecting me on purpose? He hasn't even looked at me once.*

Alex and Damien were exchanging heated looks and different facial expressions, the same way I saw Mickey and Tiny do at breakfast. It was starting to get on my nerves.

"You'll have to ask your cousin," Damien replied, standing aside so that I could exit into the hallway first. "And Enzo."

"Enzo," Alex chuckled. "Fucking perfect. I'm not even going to ask."

As the three of us came to the turn in the hall, I threw Damien a tiny smile and headed for my room.

"Where the fuck is she going?" I heard Alex say. "I want her present too. It's time to see how strong her stomach is."

I froze, my anger rising as something began to dawn on me. Alex wasn't ignoring me. He was talking about me in the third person. As if I couldn't possibly understand his English, or I was too far beneath him to address personally. He was referring to me like I was a thing... or an object.

He was treating me like I was property.