Maid for the Mafia
I Sold You

**ROMANY**

The moment his lips descended on mine the world fell away from me. His mouth fell hard and unforgiving. As if punishing me for wanting him in the first place. A moan climbed forward from somewhere deep in my center and he massaged his lips against mine, biting and nipping, forcing my lips apart with his own. His tongue forged inside my mouth, caressing my own with desperation. Alex groaned as he began to explore, circling and lashing, sucking the breath from my lungs. His hand on my neck tightened, the other sliding over my hip to grasp the globes of my ass.

My hands stroked him greedily. Grabbing on to every muscle I could touch. Up his chest and over his shoulders, then down his arms to crush the flex of his biceps beneath my palms. I pressed my breasts into him, enjoying the way he growled into my mouth when my nipples hardened beneath the fabric of my jumpsuit.

"You..." he hissed, releasing my mouth to drag his lips across my chin to my jaw. He nibbled then moaned, draping open mouth kisses all the way up to my ear. "You shouldn't have made me kiss you," he snarled in my ear, humming erotically as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. "Now I will never get enough."

A sigh escaped my lips and my nails dug deep into his flesh. I shivered, my hips jerking as he pressed me tightly against him, the steel girth of his shaft, thick and impatient as it fought to be freed. One hand slid toward the zipper of my jumpsuit and he dragged it down as he walked me toward his large, four poster bed. The back of my thighs met his mattress and he pulled away from me, stripping the clothes from my body as he hoisted me onto the bed.

I sat in the middle panting, my breasts heaving as I watched him remove his pants and boxers in a frenzied haze of lust. His shaft bounced free, bobbing with the heavy weight of his arousal as he climbed onto the bed. The heat in his green eyes had me shuddering as I lay back against the pillows and allowed him to explore me with his eyes.

Suddenly, his entire body tensed with anger, his eyes glued to the sides of my hips where I knew there were bruises from last night. "Damn it," he snapped. "Those were not there last night when I bathed you. Had I known I would have-" "Alex," I stopped him. "Come here. I don't want to remember it anymore."

He shook his head, that strange faraway look filling his gaze again. "You don't understand. You don't know what I-"

"Please!" I begged him. Then I did something so uncharacteristic of me, that I began to wonder who in hell I'd become. I slid my thong down over my legs, then opened them placing my ankles on either side of his knees. "Please," I said again. "Fuck," he cursed, before falling down on top of me and slamming his mouth back on mine once again.

This kiss was much rougher. His tongue dominated mine while his lips bruised my own. I could feel him position himself at my entry, bathing himself in the drip of my juices as he groaned inside my mouth. This time, there was no inching forward. He lay his entire weight over me and slammed inside to the hilt. My body jolted with pain, my back arching off the bed as our lips came apart and my pussy pulsed at the intrusion. I was gasping for breath, writhing beneath him as my muscles began to clench and throb, turning the pain into ecstasy. He was so thick, I could feel *everything* and even though he had yet to move I knew my climax was approaching. "Oh my God," I cried out, my head going back as his tongue swirled over my neck.

"They will never touch you again," he promised, circling his hips in a slow rhythmic torture, his body quivering with pleasure. "I will see them dead for handling you that way." "Alex!" I urged him, my nails clawing against his chest and my hips bucking. "Please."

Finally, the Alex I had come to know, the Alex I *wanted*, chuckled in my ear. "Are you begging me?" He rocked his hips against me, his dick twitching against my walls.

I wanted to scream at him. I could feel that I was right on the edge, my core *starving* for something that was just a touch out of reach.

"Alex, I'm begging you," I whined. "Fuck me, please."

A growl of surrender rumbled from his chest and his lips latched onto my neck, biting and sucking in equal measure as he began to thrust inside me, driving me into the bed. I moaned and screamed as my muscles began to coil, winding tighter and tighter around him as I came undone.

"You're like an angel. My own dirty little angel," he whispered to me. "And you feel just like heaven." The speed of his thrusts increased. He began to groan, his voice becoming deeper and raspy as he said the one thing that sent me spiraling over the edge. "I will never let you go. Never."

Then I exploded. Crying out his name and tightening around him so intensely that I could feel him when he suddenly swelled within me.

"Fuck," he shouted, slamming into me harshly three more times as his body spasmed and his shaft turned to liquid inside of me. He went completely still with his teeth locked on the side of my neck and my body trembling beneath him. Somewhere in the room his phone was ringing, but he made no move to answer it. When it stopped, he lifted himself up to gaze into my eyes. His hand stroked over my body and came to rest over my throat, where he stroked his thumb up and down my pulse point.

"Last night," he started, his eyes swirling with shame. "You should know-"

"Alex, please. Just stop, I don't care about-"

"I sold you," he said, and our eyes locked. "I sold you to them."