Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Like I Was Property

**ROMANY**

I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't want him to be angry with me anymore. Would he write me off forever and go back to treating me like shit? If I *had* to pick just one of them, who would it be? Do I even know? The answer is no. No, I don't. At least, not yet.

"It's okay," Damien said, leaning toward me. "I'm ready to wait until you realize that you're mine."

I had to laugh, glad he didn't force an answer out of me. But at the same time, his words thrilled me. The thought that he had already decided on my being his sending a fresh blush to my cheeks. His navy blue eyes heated as they studied me and with every pass they made over my body I began to breathe a little heavier.

"Any moment now, they're going to call me upstairs," he said huskily.

"Okay," I replied, standing up to walk past him. "I'll get out of your way."

Damien's eyes flashed with something like desperation and he shot out his arm to snatch me by the waist then pull me onto his lap. I sighed in contentment at the warmth of his body behind mine. Closing me in his embrace and pinning my arms to my sides, he thrust his hips upward in a circular motion, grinding the steel of his erection against my ass as he nipped at my earlobe. "Mmm," he hummed, widening his legs so that I dropped more comfortably into them. Loosening his hold on me, his hands began to stroke up and down my thighs, then he shifted, closing his legs and spreading mine apart. Slowly he continued to stroke my legs, spreading them wider and wider with each pass. "You're not in my way," he said, before I felt his lips close over the side of my neck and suck greedily, the stroking of his hands becoming more and more urgent.

"Ah!" I yelped, feeling one hand close over my sex and the other over my breasts. "Damien," I hissed, writhing in his grip as my core began to pulse with heat.

He shuddered beneath me, the hand on my sex pushing harder over my clit on the outside of my jumpsuit. "Are you too sore? Or can I make you cum before I go?" he whispered, sucking on my earlobe.

covered both of his hands with each of my own and pressed them into me. Needing more and more

groaned, satisfied with my answer, his hand over my sex circling over my clit in a slow, steady rhythm to match the massaging of my breasts. "Fuck, I love touching you," he hissed, sucking on the the exposed skin of my shoulder

and I could hear myself panting and moaning as I bit down on my lower lip. "Mmm... fuck," I gasped, lifting my pussy into his hand as the storm began to rage inside of me. I was coming undone, my walls were clenching and my clit throbbed painfully, aching for release. Gripping his hand more tightly over my breasts, I placed the other over his knee and clawed into him,

baby. Cum for me," he cooed, lifting his hips into me at the same time he pressed his hand harder against my sex, circling and

pussy throbbed and pulsed from the power of my release and I fell limp in his arms, my chest heaving. I squeezed my inner walls to try and reign myself back in, but

want to hear you scream like that every time." His eyes studied mine before he leaned forward and kissed my lips, sucking them into his mouth and nibbling on them with his teeth. "You

sat up, stroking my hand over his chest and dipping my head low to dive behind his lips. My tongue pushed forward, swirling with his as he squeezed

he

door and I stood back as Damien swung it open, revealing a rumpled

Not like Alex DeMarco at all. A shadow of stubble darkened his jaw and his hair was wild and uncombed. His clothes were wrinkled, he reeked of boos. I was surprised he was standing up straight, because he looked like he'd just tumbled

am I having to come down here and fetch

just on my way

not what it sounded like on this end of the

shower first?" Damien chuckled.

headed down

tilted his head at me and whispered carefully, "Later on, we should talk. I have something important to tell you." He fell quiet as we approached

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