Maid for the Mafia
Round Two

**DAMIEN**

She's so beautiful as she sits there looking so unsure of herself. An almost frightened look in her eyes as her gaze roves over my body. The truth is, I never stopped wanting this girl and I don't think I ever will. In fact, I've already started making plans to get her away from here. Away from Alex. I want her all to myself every single night and if that means saying goodbye to my best friend, then so be it. But I hope it doesn't come to that. I hope I can convince her to choose me on her own. But if I *must*I will kidnap her and take her out of here.

I want her too much not to.

She hasn't made a move to undress, despite that I just ordered her too. "Take. Off. You. Suit."

She flinches, then almost as if in a trance, she reaches backward to untie the strings of her top, baring her large naked breasts for my approval. I groan, stroking myself as my eyes feast on the dark flesh of her pebbled nipples, my mouth watering as my dick spikes even harder than it already was.

"You're so fucking perfect," I whisper.

She's trembling as she tosses her top onto the floor and unties her bottoms. I can see it in her fingers. They're shaking with anticipation as she watches me grip my dick and pump myself. The moment she has them off I'm done being patient and I pounce on her. Swiveling her body and ripping her legs apart, I lay between her glorious thighs and over her naked body, shifting her so that she lay completely beneath me. I can't stop myself from tasting her breasts, even though I have so many things I wanted to say before I did. She tastes like chlorine and sunshine. Her moans are music to my ears as I shift and grind against her, swallowing as much of her flesh as I can behind my lips.

"Damien," she breathes when I find her neck and begin to bite and suck on her skin, ignoring all of the marks left on her by God knows who.

"I'm going to take you nice and slow. I don't want to hurt you," I say, reaching down to split her folds and guide myself to her entrance.

Her teal blue eyes are wild with heat and sealed to my own dark blue gaze as I enter her. The pleasure is immediate, sucking the breath from my lungs and causing her to arch her body up into mine. "Fuck," I curse, closing my eyes and diving behind her lips with my tongue.

Kissing her soft, plush lips never seems to get old. It's a novel experience each and every time. I lose myself in her mouth, pumping into her steadily, but slowly. Savoring every inch I take with my shaft.

I want this to last a while, but I might not get my wish. She's tight. Honestly much tighter than I thought she would be given the circumstances. I know Alex wasn't gentle. I've never known him to be and the sounds I heard coming from the office suggested nothing has changed in that respect. Despite his bullshit claims of caring about her.

But I intend to be as delicate as possible. At least, for as long as I can hold out beyong spending myself deep within her womb.

Sparks of ecstasy ride up my spine as her muscles begin to tighten around me and her soft fingers explore the muscles of my chest.

"Damien, of God," she whimpers, ripping her mouth away from mine to throw her head back and moan exquisitely.

"You feel so fucken good, baby," I coo, my tempo rising as I feel her nearing her climax. "So much better than I imagined," I whisper harshly. "Fuck."

"Damien! I feel everything," she whispers, gasping and groaning as she claws my back with her nails. "Oh my God!"

She bites my throat gently and that's all it takes for my cock to swell inside of her and my thrusts to increase to a maddening degree. I can't hold back anymore as she explodes around me in a clenching of muscles and a flood of molten lava, yelling her release so loudly that I'm forced to cover her mouth. The act seems to do something drastic for her and I feel her body tighten again, a second release chasing her first. *Fuck yes.*

"Of shit, baby! Romany!" I gasp, my body arching with pleasure. I can hear myself groaning uncontrollably as I burst inside of her, my seed firing as I shoot load after load into the magnetic depths of her heat. I pump like a wildman. Until I'm too spent to move and I collapse in a heap on top of her.

"Jesus Christ," she whispers behind my limp fingers, removing my hand so that she can kiss and nibble my earlobe.

My body shudders and I quiver against her, my breath coming in large gasps. "You're so fucken mine, baby," I growl, biting into her neck as my dick hardens once more while it's still inside of her. Lifting my body off of hers for a second, I stare in her satisfied eyes and say, "We've only just started."

Then... I begin to pump again.

**ALEX**

I smash a full bottle of whiskey against the wall next to my flatscreen, wanting to scream but knowing better than to do it.

The cameras that I had installed in Romany's bedroom while Damien and I were at the farm work perfectly. How do I know? Because, like an idiot, I decided to test them out the moment Romany left the pool and headed for her suite.

I had front row tickets to the entire Damien and Romany show. And now... now I'm in serious danger of losing my temper. Some might think I already have, what with destroying a perfectly good bottle of liquor on the wall, but they would be wrong. It can get much worse than a few drops of wasted liquor and a few sparkles of glass dust.

It shouldn't anger me like this. I know she's been fucking other men. But this time it's Damien... and it does.

Reaching for remote as they go for round two, I shut the torture and attempt to talk myself out of the plans of sabotage parading back and forth inside of my head.

But I'm pacing like a fool and that's never a good sign when it comes to me. Before I even know what the fuck I am doing, I pull out my phone and dial a number I've only ever called once in the past. She picks up on the first ring. "DeMarco. To what do I owe this honor?"

I smirk, clearing my throat and doing my best to sound casual, I say, "Dana. Nice to hear your voice. I wonder if I might interest you in a job opportunity that has just opened up."

"A job? Better than the one you have me doing now?"

I grin, despite that I don't feel even a little like smiling. "Much better. And safer too. Of course, it requires your relocation."

"Uh-huh," she murmurs suspiciously. "Relocation to where exactly?"

"To here. To my house."

She pauses, and for a moment I think she might decline, but then she says, "I'm listening."

*Perfect.*