Indebted to the Mafia King

*Heidi*

The drive back to Manhattan is excruciating. I can still feel Cal's hands on me, his lips hungry on mine. Every cell in my body is alert, anticipating the continuation of our kiss on that rooftop.

I can tell he feels the same. His grip on the wheel is so tight that his knuckles are turning white. Neither of us says anything, the sexual tension inside this car making it hard to breathe.

I don't ask where he's taking me. I just look outside the window, hoping we get there as soon as possible or I'll combust right here against his leather seat.

When Cal pulls the car inside the underground parking garage of a luxury apartment building in Midtown, I realize he's taking me to his place... not back to mine. A part of me scolds myself for agreeing to go to a man's apartment on a first date-a guy I barely know-but I shove that unwelcome thought aside.

I don't want to think tonight.

I just want to feel.

I just want to let Cal treat me like the woman that I am, someone who deserves attention, someone who deserves to be treated like a queen. I know for a fact that is exactly what he has planned.

We get out of the car and head to the elevator, but he doesn't wait for us to get to his apartment. He pins me against the cold metal wall of the small compartment, his hands darting to my waist and holding me flush against his toned body. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, hoping he never lets me go.

The door opens again a few seconds later, and he guides me inside his penthouse. But I barely have the chance to look around.

The place is stunning, I can tell that much. It has high ceilings and ceiling height windows, with a beautiful view of the skyscrapers of New York, but his mouth on my neck distracts me from taking in the rest of the details.

"This is... a very nice... apartment," I mumble, closing my eyes when he nibbles my earlobe. A moan escapes my lips, and Cal turns me in his arms, making me face the window instead of him, his arms keeping me close to him, my back against his hard chest.

He caresses my stomach, down to my hips and up again until he reaches my breasts. Through the fabric, his thumbs find my hardened nipples, and I lean my head back, resting it against his shoulder and closing my eyes in pure bliss. My legs are weak. I'd fall to my knees if he wasn't holding me upright.

His mouth finds my earlobe again, and he suckst it before trailing down my neck, pressing hot kisses to my skin.

I'm putty in his hands, and he knows it. He knows exactly what he's doing to me.

Every touch is honed to my pleasure like he already knows me knows what makes me tick, what makes me wet, what he needs to do to have me totally, completely at his mercy.

I can't even remember my own name.

Cal massages my breasts, squeezing them harder when I moan and pulling me closer to him when I cry out his name.

"If you keep doing that, I won't last long, sweetheart," he warns me, his dark tone causing a new wave of shivers to course through me.

My panties are already soaked, but I can't make myself move out of this position. I'm afraid to take one step forward, out of his grasp, and end this magnetic, almost magical feeling. "If you keep doing that, I won't last long either," I tell him, my voice almost unrecognizable.

Cal chuckles darkly behind me. "I've barely started with you."

Shit.

I don't think I'm ready for all he's promising.

He releases his grip on my breasts, but my protests are choked when he lowers his hands to my waist, slowly pulling my dress up, teasing me.

"You know, I really love this dress on you, and I'm struggling to decide if I should rip it off," he tells me, placing kisses up and down on my neck, making my vision blur.

"I don't think I can help you with that decision," I say, boldness creeping up in me once more. "But I can encourage you by saying I'm wearing a new thong I bought to match the dress."

Cal hisses against my ear before swirling me around to face him. A grin spreads on my lips as I notice his eyes scanning me up and down before he decides what to do.

"That's good," he agrees. "Off it is then."

He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head, tossing it aside. Thankfully, it doesn't rip. Shyness overtakes me for a split second when I realize I'm only in my panties in front of him, my chest completely bare and exposed. But one more look at his hungry eyes is enough to make me feel powerful and confident.

"Fuck," Cal hisses. "That was the best choice, indeed."

"I'm glad you like what you see," I reply in a low, smooth voice.noveldrama

It's incredible how he can make me feel so beautiful, so wanted, just from the look in hsi eyes.

But when he touches me again, his hands directly on my skin this time, it's like a new Heidi is born. No man has ever made me feel this desired before. No one ever lavished me with this much attention and devotion.

His hands dart to my breasts again, and while he teases me with his fingers on my nipples, I decide to do something to make him feel just as good as I'm feeling. I'm not as experienced as he is, that I'm sure of, but there is a thing or two I know about men.

I reach for his pants, finding his bulge and squeezing him, drawing a moan out of his throat for a change. Cal squirms under my touch, his grip on my breasts tightening involuntarily as I massage him.

"Shit, Heidi," he murmurs. "That's..." he trails off, and I chuckle to myself, satisfied to have done something right.

"Good?" I pry in a teasing tone.

"Better than good," Cal corrects, and with a swift movement, he tosses me backward onto his leather couch.

It's a huge piece of furniture, and I sink into it. Cal climbs on top of me, his muscular frame covering me entirely. But he doesn't lower himself on me, rather holding his weight up as he watches me. "What?" I ask, my voice cracking with need.

"Just admiring the view for a second," he replies with a smirk.

"Care to speed that up? I really want to continue." I hate how needy I sound, but at this point, I couldn't care less.

"In a rush, huh?" he teases, pecking my lips.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on me as I get tired of waiting.

"I'm not really a patient girl, you know?"

Cal adjusts himself on top of me so that he's between my legs, and even though his pants and my underwear are still on the way, the small friction itself is enough to entice me even more.

"I can tell that,” he notes, claiming my lips again with the same desperation and hunger as before.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, mussing it slightly and making him look hotter than ever. He seems to like the feel of my hands on him, too.

His kiss moves to my jaw, down my neck, and then to my collarbone. When the stubble on his face grazes the soft skin of my breasst, I swallow down a moan of anticipation.

Then he takes one breast in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it, making me see an entire univers of stars.

I buck my hips, desperate for more, anything that will make this pent up energy lessen, but Cal seems to be taking his time like he said he would. One hand is on my breast while the other moves up my calf and thigh, reaching close to where I need him the most.

His finger grazes the lace of my panties, and I close my eyes, preparing myself for what's to come. He pushes the fabric aside with one finger, just enough so he can access my soaked folds, and when his thumb brushes my clit, I moan his name. Loud.

"You like that, sweetheart?" he asks in a provocative tone.

I can't provide an answer. I can only hope my moans and squirming under his touch are enough to let him know I want more.

I need more.

He starts working his fingers faster and harder on my most sensitive area, his thumbs circling and adding pressuret, making me moan louder.

My limbs start to go weak, my entire body preparing for the wave of pleasure about to hit me.

I don't dare open my eyes, allowing myself this selfish moment of satisfaction. I can lavish him with attention afterward.

But as soon as I feel the beginning of that electric wave approaching, Cal pulls back, getting on his knee and staring back at me.

"Shit, what are you doing?" I ask, shocked and incredulous.

He's not leaving me like this, is he?

Cal shakes his head, reassuring me that he isn't done yet. Then he finds the hem of my panties, sliding them down my legs, leaving me completely naked before him.

"I told you I'm only getting started," he tells me, before leaning down on me, this time his mouth replacing his fingers.