Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Your Dragons

**ROMANY**

In the back of the limo all was quiet. I sat as far away from Tiny as I could get. Anger burned inside of me, I took his refusal to stop Mickey as a personal affront. I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Taking the word 'no' as a personal insult. *Who the fuck was I turning into?*

*Jesus. What is with me these days?*

I shouldn't be angry at Tiny, he was only doing his job. Mickey is his boss.

Besides, what did I expect Tiny to do? Pick Mickey up and sling him over his shoulders like a caveman? Then carry him off into the night for his own good? Ha! If he had, I'm fairly certain Tiny would have been the next one Mickey murdered. "I'm sorry," I heard Tiny say on my left.

Turning to face him, my body tingles with awareness. He's just *so* big. Even though I've crammed myself as far as I could get away from him, he's still close enough that I could touch him if I wanted to. Two of him would *barely* fit in the massive backseat of this limousine. Watching his hands open and shut as he clenches them into fists along the delicious muscles of his thighs, concocts an image in my head.

*I want those hands on me. I want them clutching my hips while I ride him into heaven.*

The way his knuckles look inked with what looks like a dragon's tail is a serious turn on. I mean, this man is so damn pretty, I may develop a serious need for him to fuck me in front of a mirror. I want his dragons on me. All over me. And the longer I stare at him, the hotter it's getting in this goddamned car.

The limo stopped at a busy streetlight and a peek outside told me we were now in the heart of Downtown Eastside.

already edging closer to him as liquid fire dripped

turned away from me, I could see his eyes in the reflection of the window as he stared out at the congested traffic along the city streets. "With the traffic the way it is, ten minutes." Tiny inhaled a deep breath, then turned to face me. "Why?

*am* hungry," I admitted, nodding. "That's definitely

his eyes as said, "I blew my only chance at you. Didn't

kidding me? I could make a list right now of all the things I would be

closed when I didn't answer him and I watched his chest rise and fall in disappointment, as if he actually *believed*

"is that

a boss. I'm just a captain. There are a lot of things I've wanted to do for you since I met you, that

A little older? That includes *you* then too. Because you're a little older, are you not?" I pointed out almost bursting into giggles. "You think you don't have power? Is that

still stretched back as he

to touch him *so bad.* Shaking my head at his ignorance, I licked my lips then fixed my gaze on the top of his shirt. "But you do, though," I said throatily, taking off my heels to pull my knees up underneath me and turn my body in my seat. "You have more power than I've seen in any of them." My eyes wandered over the buttons of his shirt,

inched closer and closer to him on the seat. "*If* I wanted to have you, like as in, just me and you, I would have to ask permission first and

fuck you"-he groaned-"*right* now, and I mean *right now* - like climb on top of you

he didn't answer me. "It wouldn't mean

his arms flex and ripple with movement, I could hardly contain myself.

tattoo to life on his flesh, beckoning me, *begging* me to touch them. To *explore* each and every one of them. After one last glance outside to confirm that we were still in gridlock traffic, I decided it was time. *He thinks I like men with power and