Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“What’s your story?”

“I’m just a girl at a bar.”

She squeezes my hand and I twist it around so that I’m covering her. The relentless beating against my chest slows down, and then I think about filling my hands with her tits and it starts up again.

“Everybody’s got a story.”

“You don’t want to know mine.”

“As long as it ends with you in my bed, I’m okay with it.”

I wish I could drag her off her stool and onto my lap.

Her head turns toward the door, which seems a million miles away from us. She doesn’t say a word, but I know what she’s thinking: I should leave.

“Stay. Have a drink and talk to me.”

Something in my voice reels her back in. Her eyes lock with mine. Heat builds up in my chest.

“You don’t want to talk to me.”

I want to fuck you.

“Yes, I do.”

She pulls her lips into a smirk.

“There are just other things I’d rather be doing with you. To you.”

“Shit.” She seizes her drink and sips as if to give herself a reason to avoid looking at me.

I won’t let her.

I stand up from my stool and get close enough so that I can slide my hand over the back of her chair, my fingers tickling her arm. She takes a huge gulp of her drink and a bright flush fills her cheeks as the booze works its way through her veins, or maybe it’s the fact that she finds me irresistible. She takes my tie in her hand, starting at the knot at my throat. Then she slides slowly down the long length. What would it feel like to have her hands do the same thing to my cock?

“I shouldn’t.”

My finger glides under her jaw and she follows the pressure without even thinking. Her nerves are all over the place. A strong heartbeat jumps into my fingers, and it surprises me for a moment. This is a girl who looks like she’s down to fuck, as if she does it all the time, but she shakes in my hands.

“You really, really should.”

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Almost always.”

I reach around her head and tighten my fist in her hair. My lips crash against hers right before she whispers, “Fuck.” She sighs into my mouth and leans into me, her hands gripping my waist. Then her tits crush against my chest, and my cock strains against my slacks as if it’s about to bore a hole into the fabric.

Sweetness swirls in my mouth, like the drink I gave her. Her tongue is even sweeter, and yes, I’m shoving my tongue down her throat in the middle of this bar. I don’t give a fuck. It’s instant chemistry between us. A surge of heat straight to my cock makes me curl my fingers in her hair. Fuck, I could sweep my arm across a table and bend her over right now.

Her hands push my chest suddenly, and I break away from her briefly to see red, parted lips.

“You all right, hon?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Then let’s continue this in my office.”

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Sounds like bullshit.

She takes a step back and suddenly her eyes go wide as her huge heel slips on something, and then she falls to the ground before I can catch her. Her cry of pain makes me stoop down quickly.

Oh Jesus Christ.

My guys wheel around, offering to help her up, but I bend down and grab her skinny arm. She gets up painfully, and that’s when I notice a shard of glass sticking out of her knee.

“What the fuck, Genevieve!”

The bartender snaps her head around, looking mortified.

“I told you to pick up the fucking glass!”

“I’m so sorry, sir!”

I turn back toward the girl in my arms. “Maya, I have bandages in my office. Come.”

She hesitates but looks at the line of blood trickling down her skin and nods. I bend over and yank the glass from her skin, hurling the bartender an ugly look as I walk Maya to my office.

I’ll fucking deal with you later.

I open the door for her and usher her inside, unable to stop the jump of excitement in my cock as I close it, shutting the noise of the bar away.

“Here, sit down.”

She takes a seat in one of the leather-backed chairs and I grab the first-aid kit under my desk.

“I’m really sorry about this.”

“It’s okay. It doesn’t really hurt.”

I rip open the kit and grab some gauze and Neosporin. Maya tentatively extends a hand to grab it from me, but I shake my head.

“I’ll take care of it.”

She cocks her head. “I think you just want your hands on my leg.”

You’re not wrong.