Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

I Know What I Want

**ROMANY**

"I should have been here," Damien said. "Instead of out fucking around with that..."

*Fucking around with that... what? Is he talking about a woman?* My body tensed on its own accord, like a reflex. As if it was angry *for* me. "Wait. What? Where were you? Were you... with... someone?"

The image of Damien's glorious body bent over some *other* woman while she ran her hands all over his thorns and vines, burned in my chest like fire, nearly bringing tears to my eyes. Did he enjoy her? Did he call out her name? Did he have his hands all over her ass the way he's had his hands on mine? *Stop it, Ro! He just caught you in a reverse piggyback with Mickey. You have no right to be upset!* But, whether I had a right to be or not didn't factor in. It couldn't change the way I felt. I was hurt whether I was entitled to be or not.

*I wonder if he would have even told me about her if he hadn't just walked in on Mickey and me.* I saw the way he was staring at me when he said it. *He* wanted to get a rise out of me. To punish me for Mickey and Alex. He's been so hurtful lately and unnecessarily mean! But this morning when I woke up with my head on his chest and his arm around my shoulders, I thought he was over all that. Apparently he's over quite a few things. I'm probably one of them. *So much for 'connections'.*

"It doesn't matter," he said, his navy blue eyes studying me carefully. "*She* doesn't matter."

*Oh really? Well, she obviously mattered last night!*

it off,

to get back to my suite. "I

him so that he wouldn't see how upset I was. I could feel his eyes on me as I stepped into the long hall and I hoped he was happy with himself. *Fuck off Dreamboat!* Two more steps to the right are all I was able to take before Damien popped out in front of me and threw me

I shouted, struggling to push myself upright as he began

face. He smacked me so hard I let out a yelp of pain and thought about smacking his ass as well. I was just about

his back to try to push myself up and gain some leverage, but the feel of him under my palms held me hostage. His bicep flexed against my legs with every step and I found myself loving the way it felt. I didn't want to stop touching him and I didn't want *him* to stop touching me.*God his muscles feel nice when they're moving. It's like I can feel every one of them individually. Coiling and flexing and needing to be licked.* My panties were going

the number two.

are we going,

the backs of my thighs, drawing a finger back and forth over my sex. His touch was featherlight, just enough to have me wiggling. Chills sprouted up and down my body and I had to swallow back a moan. The elevator doors opened and he proceeded down the hall, passing a couple of laughing maids along the way. *Now I'm starting to feel a little dumb.* Damien's door was apparently the last one

couch. My head went swimming for a second as all the blood went rushing back down, but

Damien asked me, his eyes still just as vague as they were in the

third floor, except where Alex had his bar, Damien had a small kitchenette. "Did you decorate in here?" I asked as he returned with a