Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Ten Minutes

**ROMANY**

Alex's tongue forced its way into my mouth and for a moment I fell into his embrace. There was just something that I loved about the way that he lost control every time I was near him. Something that drove me to doing stupid things. His arms closed around me, his hands clamping over my ass inside of my bikini bottoms as his fingers traced the outline of my seam.

"I want you," he growled. "All the time. I want you under me and on top of me. Just you. Only you."

Maybe it was his voice, or maybe it was his confession, whatever it was, I stopped. The last time we were together played into my mind. His words that drove me to the hatred that I now have for him, ringing like a bell in my ears, *"I sold you to them."*

My knee came up, swift and punishing, then my hand cracked across his face right afterward. "Fucking Christ," Alex spat, heaving and clutching his hands over himself. "Damn it, angel!"

"Angel?" *That's right. That's what he called me during his' private meeting'.* As if I belonged to him. Ignoring the rush of heat that pools between my legs with that realization, I sneered at him. "Don't ever touch me again," I hissed, leaving him to lick his wounds as I hightailed it back to the pool where Simone lay waiting.

I must have been panting, because the sound of my approach had Simone leaping up from the lounge. "What happened to you? Are you okay?"

"I'm better than okay," I grinned, thinking of how it felt to slap that prick for the third time then biting my lip as I remember how hard his dick was when I kneed him. *Fuck him! I hate him. But I love his weenie. God, I hope I didn't damage it.* "I see," Simone said with a laugh.

"I would love to actually *go somewhere.* Just you and me. Go have lunch or something. Somewhere that isn't here," I said, thinking of all the money in my account. "Or take a fucking plane out of here and go see some place we've never seen."

"That *would be nice," Simone said. "I've been trapped here even longer than *you* have."

I felt his eyes climbing up

a glare. I still haven't forgiven him for giving up

sudden sadness that washes over me. Realizing right then, that I don't want to be here without him. "I am," he said apologetically. "I have to. I have a house of my

wanting him

on the deck got louder as he approached. "I'll be back before

don't care what

chuckled. "You're really angry with me," he admonished. "You *really* don't want me

don't care what you do,"

closer and slipping a hand over the smooth skin of my stomach. He taunted, "If only you knew the truth about how well I know you. You'd probably think even less of me than you do now." He pulled me backward into his embrace, closing his arms around me and pressing the front of his expensive pants into my ass. He was hard as a rock and try and I might, I couldn't help but punish him for

to combust. "I can show you when I get back. I've been keeping a surprise for you, locked up tight. I've

he made to me over a week ago. "Tell me. What the hell are you talking about? And what do you mean, four years? I haven't known you

still staring at

get back!" I snapped. I spun on him, glaring at him with all the frustration that had been

and shaking his head as if he knew better than to say anything

I don't ever want to

green of his gaze flaring with anger at me for the first time. "You really are turning into a spoiled fucking brat.

plastering an evil smile on my face.