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He stood up and told me to stay put, walking cautiously to the door.

As he opened it, the source of the noise was revealed ,it was just thunder, and a startled cat darted away, knocking over the flower pots.

Thank God, I was freaking terrified.

He tsked in disappointment, shaking his head as he locked the door and made his way back to me.

His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and frustration, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Don’t think a damn thunderstorm or any scared little pvssy is going to stop me from tasting your pvssy again," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "That sweet taste of yours… It's addicting. No storm or distraction can keep me away."

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as his fingers grazed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "You’re impossible," I whispered, trying to sound steady but failing miserably.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. "Impossible? Maybe. But I know exactly what I want… and that’s you."

I gazed at him through my lashes as he lowered himself between my legs once more. His grip tightened as he spread me open, eyes dark with raw hunger.

Without hesitation, he dipped his head, his lips latching onto me like a starved caveman, devouring every inch with a fervor that left me breathless.

A gasp escaped my lips, and my hands instinctively tangled in his hair. "You..you're insatiable," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling as waves of pleasure surged through me.

He paused for just a moment, glancing up with a smirk, his breath hot against my skin. "I warned you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Once I’ve had a taste, I’m not stopping until I’ve taken every last drop of you."

His words sent a thrill through me, making my body tremble in response. "You drive me crazy," I breathed, my voice a mix of frustration and desire.

He chuckled against me, his lips brushing teasingly before he continued. "Good," he muttered between licks, "because I’m nowhere near finished with you."

He moved upward, his lips crashing into mine,the horizontal ones. His mouth was greedy, filled with a mix of my juices and his saliva , swirling together in an intoxicating blend that made my head spin.

The sensation was overwhelming, my body responding to him in ways I couldn’t control. It was like a drug, the way his kiss lingered, addictive and dizzying.

Every time our tongues intertwined, it felt like another hit, a rush of something dangerous yet irresistible.

"I swear," I whispered against his lips, breathless, "you make me feel like I’m losing control."

His eyes locked onto mine, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Good," he muttered, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Because the only thing I want you to feel right now… is me." He kissed me deeper, his hand slipping down, teasing me with every touch.

"And trust me, I’m far from done making you lose control."

Even though he’s usually grumpy and reserved, when it comes to pleasure, it’s like he becomes a different person,so much more expressive, raw, and unrestrained.

His hands, his mouth, every movement felt intentional, as if he was pouring everything he couldn’t say into the way he touched me.

"I can’t get enough of you," he whispered between kisses, his breath ragged as he pressed his body against mine. "You bring out something in me… something I can’t control."

His confession sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but smile against his lips. "I guess I’m not the only one losing control," I teased softly, watching the way his eyes darkened even more.

"With you?" He grinned, his voice thick with need. "Never."

Even though I desperately wanted him to rip off my shirt and devour my breasts, a part of me hesitated.

The thought of him seeing the scars on my back made me freeze, but at the same time, the ache of wanting him was unbearable. If he didn’t touch me soon, I felt like I might go mad.

How had I even survived without all this? And now that I knew what it felt like, it was like my body was betraying me, turning me into this needy, desperate girl, craving him more.

I bit my lip, torn between wanting him and hiding the parts of myself I wasn’t ready to show. My pulse raced as his hands roamed over my body, and I couldn't hold back anymore.

“Just…” I whispered, my voice shaky but determined. “Just take off my bra and shirt a little. Don’t… don’t look at my back. I just want you to” I paused, feeling my face flush with heat, “taste me. Please.”

His hands stilled for a moment, and his eyes searched mine, a flicker of understanding in them.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear as he whispered, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but if that’s what you want, I’ll do it your way.”

With careful hands, he slowly tugged my shirt and bra down, just enough to bare my breasts.

His lips found me instantly, warm and soft, and I let out a quiet moan as his tongue swirled over my skin , and then near the bud , each touch sending shivers through my body.

“God, you taste incredible,” he murmured against me, his voice thick with need. “I could do this forever.”

The tension melted away, replaced by pure sensation as he took his time, savoring every moment, and I felt my worries fading, lost in the pleasure of his touch.

He latched onto my sensitive bud, his mouth working skillfully as heat spread through my body.

I could feel the ache building between my legs, my fingers instinctively sliding down to touch myself, desperate for relief.

"God, I need you," I whispered breathlessly, my voice barely audible as I felt myself throbbing, craving him to fill the empty ache inside me. "I need you inside me… right now."

He paused for a second, his eyes flicking up to meet mine, dark with desire. "Patience," he growled softly, his voice thick with control but laced with hunger. "I want to take my time with you. Make you feel every second of it."

Saying , he started rubbing my cl!t with his thumb .

And I whimpered, the tension building inside me almost unbearable. "Please," I begged, my body trembling with need. "I can’t wait any longer."

With a wicked grin, he kissed his way up my body, his breath hot against my skin. "You’re going to have to," he teased, his hand brushing over me, teasing me even more. "But when I do take you, you'll feel everything.”

His thumb continued to circle my sensitive nub as his middle finger pressed against my entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid it inside, sending a rush of heat coursing through my body.

"Fuck, cupcake," he groaned, his voice thick with desire, "you're so fucking tight." His breath fanned across my neck, and I bit my lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape.

He didn't stop there. Another finger joined the first, stretching me further, and I gasped at the sensation, my back arching involuntarily.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, “so responsive to my touch. You like that, don’t you?”

I couldn’t form coherent words, only nodding as a shudder rippled through me. He smirked, leaning closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell me, cupcake. Tell me you want me.”

“I… I want you,” I managed to whisper, my body trembling under his expert touch.

“Good girl,” he growled softly, curling his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot. “But you’ll have to ask if you want more.”

His demand sent a fresh wave of arousal pooling in my core. My legs trembled, my body betraying how much I craved his touch.

"Please," I gasped, barely able to hold back the moans now, "I need more..."

“Louder,” he commanded, his fingers moving in and out with agonizing slowness, his thumb never leaving my clit.

“Please, I need you,” I cried, losing all sense of control, my hands clutching the sheets beneath me as I rocked my hips, seeking more friction.

“Good girl,” he whispered, the satisfaction in his voice clear as his pace quickened, plunging deeper, harder.

“Now let go for me. I want to feel you come around my fingers.”

His words alone were enough to push me towards the edge and to make me cum.

Each breathy command and sultry whisper seemed to have a direct line to my core, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

I don’t even know how many times I’ve come. It feels like he has hypnotized my body, and I have no control over it.

He chuckled, the sound dark and thrilling in my ear. “That’s right, cupcake. Let go. Let me take you wherever I want.”

Did he just hear what I thought in my mind or was I so loud ?

Every thrust of his fingers, every command he uttered, only intensified the sensations. My body responded uncontrollably, like a puppet on a string, jerking and shuddering with each wave of pleasure. And with that I came .

I was lost in the rhythm he set, each moan and cried escaping my lips without restraint.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Feel how perfect you are for me.”

I moaned in agreement, unable to form coherent thoughts as the pleasure built to an overwhelming.

My world narrowed to just him, his touch, his voice, everything else faded into oblivion as I surrendered completely to the exquisite torment he created.

"Do you want it raw and bare, or should we use protection?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Condom, of course," I replied, trying to steady my breath. "I have no idea how many you've been with before."

He looked at me with a serious expression, his fingers still moving in rhythm with my body. “You’re my first,” he said softly.

"Before this, I’ve always used my hands. I’ve never been with a woman.”

My eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Really?”

He nodded, his gaze intense. “Really. I’ve been waiting for someone special, someone who’d make me feel like this. And that’s you.”

A wave of warmth and intimacy washed over me, mingling with pleasure. “I’m glad it’s me,” I whispered, reaching up to cup his face. “Let’s make this unforgettable.”

He smiled, a mix of relief and excitement in his eyes. “Trust me, it will be.”

As he reached for the condom , the atmosphere shifted to a deeper and more meaningful connection.



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He glanced down at my thighs and then reached for some tissues from the side table, carefully cleaning me up and putting back my jeans.

As I lay there feeling weak, his gentle, attentive gesture filled me with a deep sense of care, affection, and love.

Is this what it feels like to fall in love? I wondered. I’ve never experienced love before, so I wasn’t sure. But I am already feeling a strong connection with him .

I didn’t notice when he returned to the room after disposing of the condom and composing himself. He came in holding a few items.

“I ordered some medicines and food,” he said, placing them beside me.

“First, take the medicine,” he instructed gently. “Then go freshen up and eat something. It’s going to be sore, and you’ll need to take care of yourself.”

Am I dreaming all this? Because he's acting as if he's my husband .

After cleaning up, I changed into a fresh pair of panties, always keeping an extra for moments like this.

I’m no longer a virgin. Kylie would lose her mind if she knew, but honestly, giving myself to him was the best decision I’ve ever made.

He was busy arranging the food when I froze. How the hell did he know that matcha is my favorite? And pairing it with pizza? That's oddly specific.

"Wait," I narrowed my eyes, stepping closer. "How do you know I like matcha with pizza?"

He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Is that really what you want to talk about?" He slid a slice of pizza onto my plate. "Tell me… did you enjoy your time with me?"

I blushed, my question temporarily forgotten as memories of the night flashed through my mind. But then, as he turned to pour drinks, something caught my eye.

A long scar, faint but unmistakable, ran down the back of his neck, disappearing beneath his shirt.

My curiosity flared. "Where did you get that scar?"

He stiffened but didn’t answer.

"Hey," I pressed, my voice more insistent now. "Tell me. Where did you get that?"

His playful demeanor vanished. "It’s nothing," he muttered, avoiding my gaze.

"Don't lie to me," I demanded, stepping in front of him. "I want to know."

After a tense pause, his jaw clenched, and he finally met my eyes. "Fine," he said, voice low and dangerous. "You really want to know? I’m not just anyone. I'm not an escort, I'm the mafia boss. That scar... it’s a reminder of the life I lead."

My breath hitched. A chill ran down my spine. Everything suddenly made sense-the secrets, the danger, the power he carried so effortlessly. I wasn’t just in bed with a man... I just lost my virginity to the devil.

"You must be kidding." My voice trembled as I stared at him. "If... if you're the mafia boss, why the hell did you become an escort?"

His smirk turned dark, dangerously teasing. He stepped closer, making me take a step back until I hit the wall. His fingers brushed my cheek as he tilted my chin up, locking his intense gaze with mine.

"Escort?" His voice was low, almost mocking. "I was never an escort, cupcake."

My heart pounded as his words sank in. "But... but why?" I stammered, trying to piece everything together. "Why would the mafia boss want me?"

He didn’t answer immediately, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. Anger and confusion flared inside me. I pushed him away, my hands trembling. "Why me? What do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice sharp. "Tell me the damn reason!"

His expression shifted, his gaze turning cold and calculated. "Some things are better left unsaid," he muttered.

That only fueled my rage. "Don’t give me that cryptic bullshit! Why are you playing these games? What do you want from me?"

For a moment, silence stretched between us. His eyes flickered with something dangerous, but there was a strange glint of possession in them too. He stepped closer again, trapping me against the wall, his breath hot against my skin.

"You really want to know?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I wanted you because no one else can have you. You belong to me now. And trust me, cupcake ,once the mafia wants something... we don't stop until it's ours."

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. The room felt smaller, suffocating. His presence was overwhelming, intoxicating, yet terrifying at the same time.

"You’re mine," he whispered against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Whether you like it or not."

"And what if I don't want to be with you?" I asked, my voice trembling as I fidgeted nervously with my fingers.

He looked at me for a long moment, his expression softening. "Then," he said quietly, "I will never cross your path again."

I blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. "Since when have you known about me?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"Since the day you arrived here," he replied, his gaze steady.

My stomach twisted in disbelief. "Have you been... following me?"

"Yes," he admitted, but quickly added, "just to make sure you're safe. I’ve never followed you personally,my guards kept their distance, watching from afar."

His words sent a mix of fear and confusion through me. "Why? Why would you do that?"

He stepped closer, his eyes dark and intense. "Because," he whispered, "from the moment I saw you, I knew... you were worth protecting."

"Please," I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

He looked at me with a questioning expression, his brow furrowed, but I couldn’t bear the weight of his gaze anymore. "Please, just leave me. And I hope we never meet again."

My voice cracked, and I didn’t even know what I was feeling, fear, confusion, or something else entirely. It was all too much. I felt trapped, my mind racing. How had I gotten here?

The situation felt surreal, almost like some nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. My instincts screamed to get away, but part of me was frozen, unsure if this was all real.

I knew he was dangerous,his presence had always radiated power but a mafia boss? That was something I hadn’t even considered. And why me? Why had he dragged me into his world?

My body trembled as I fought to keep control, but I couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of everything crushed me.

I had fled from my abusive, toxic parents,desperate for freedom, for safety. Only to end up face-to-face with the king of a world far more dangerous than I could have ever imagined.

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