Maid for the Mafia
FYI

**ROMANY**

"Did I..." I was shocked. The way he was looking at me was curling around my heart and making me feel all kinds of guilt. *Yes, I did kiss them. And yes, I did like it.* Instead of answering his question I clamped my eyes shut and turned my face toward his bare forearms. His hands were still fisted in my hair so I was able to press my lips on the smooth decadence of his flexed muscles.

"Angel," he whispered, his arm trembling against my mouth. His left hand released my scalp and stroked over the side of my face. Grabbing my jaw in his hand, he leaned forward and spoke in my ear. "You deserve to be punished for what you've done. Wouldn't you agree?"

My core pulsed with heat between my legs and I released a whimpering moan, nodding my head as best I could in his grip.

Alex snarled, "That's right, you do."

In a flash of movement, Alex reached beneath my body, turning me onto my stomach and bending me over his desk. Kicking my legs apart, he grabbed the flimsy sleeves of my dress and dragged them downward until the garment puddled at my feet. The phone in my pocket hit with a dull thud and a glance at the grandfather clock told me I was already down to thirty minutes.

*Shit. This has to happen faster.*

I attempted to lift off the desk and maybe take some kind of control, but Alex had other plans and ended up pinning me there with a hand pressed hard over the side of my face. "Alex," I whimpered. "Shut the fuck up," he spat, his free hand groping my body over the black bikini I still wore. "This time is for my pleasure, not yours," he growled out, shoving my bikini bottoms to the side and plunging two fingers into my wet channel. "Fuck, angel," he whispered, removing his fingers to grasp one globe of my ass, greedily. "The day you stop getting wet for me is the day I throw you to the wolves. So if I were you, I'd think about that whenever somebody else tries to take control of this pussy."

His words, although threatening, triggered a flood of desire in me that could be felt dripping down my thighs. *Damn it. Maybe I am severely fucked up, but I love it when he talks to me that way.* The sound of his belt coming undone and his zipper sliding down, activated a frenzy of need just behind my clit. My arms shot forward to grip the end of the table just as I felt the head of his shaft nestle itself between my folds. Sucking in a deep breath, I attempted to brace myself for his rough entry, but before I could even finish filling my lungs, Alex pistoned into me, knocking the wind from my chest.

"Ah!" I choked out on a yell, grimacing against the repeated impact of his hips into my ass.

With every hit, he grunted louder and more forcefully and a different uncontrolled scream was pushed out of me. My pussy was overstimulated, running hot against the speed of his thrusts. I could feel my internal muscles fighting against his attack, desperately tightening to slow him down.

*God! It hurts!* I almost forgot how thick his cock is. *Jesus Christ.*

The heavy ass desk beneath me began to inch forward, scuffing the polished floors beneath. His hand on my face didn't stray, but the other was locked onto my hip, pulling me backward so that each penetration went a little deeper than the last. I was quick to realize that nothing could have prepared me for this pounding, this... punishment.

"You're so fucking tight, angel. So wet," he whispered harshly. "This pussy belongs to me. It's mine and I won't ever let it go."

I shouted a moan as my orgasm shot up from out of nowhere. I could hardly even feel anything past the pain of his gutting and my climax climbed from the ashes with the force of a volcano. My vision flashed, my body quivering and my legs shaking. The jarring impact of his punishing hips only served to highlight my pleasure. As my muscles locked onto his dick, I felt him spasm, shooting his seed toward the back of my womb. His movements quickened with intensity and he began to groan, his hips jerking against me as he came. But he continued pounding into my core until the very last drop of him was spent.

Silence fell when he finally stopped moving and collapsed over my back. My chest was heaving and he was panting against the side of my face.

He kissed the corner of my lips and said groggily, "God, I fucking hate you."

Then he pulled out of me and collapsed on the chair at his back. My entire body felt like I'd just taken a tumble down the mountain, but a quick glance at the clock had me shouldering through it. After readjusting my bikini, I bent down to pull up my dress and then turned around to face the smug bastard.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him with his hair mussed up and his semi-hard cock on full display. He looked so incredibly sexy that for a moment I almost forgot I was on a time schedule and nearly stepped toward him. He made me want to straddle him and stoke the ferocious fire in his gaze. He was eyeing me up like he might want to go another round, so before he could reach for me I stepped toward the exit, grateful that he didn't try to stop me. I opened the door and spoke over my shoulder at him, "She's not fired, Alex."

I waited, counting the seconds off in my head as I steadied myself against the door.

"She's not fired," Alex confirmed breathlessly.

I smiled to myself without turning around. Then, God help me, I added, "Instead, she deserves a raise."

His answering snort was followed by a deep dark chuckle. "Just a little one," he agreed softly.

Something in my heart twisted in that moment, making me want to spin back around and dive into his arms. But of course, there wasn't time. So instead, I glanced at him over my shoulder, and blew him a kiss. His face melted into something like complete adoration and I said, "Thank you, Alex. And FYI, you don't fucking hate me. I think there's a different word you're looking for, but it's not hate."

Then I closed the door and raced for the pool. It was time to make that call.