Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

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**ROMANY**

"Did I..." I was shocked. The way he was looking at me was curling around my heart and making me feel all kinds of guilt. *Yes, I did kiss them. And yes, I did like it.* Instead of answering his question I clamped my eyes shut and turned my face toward his bare forearms. His hands were still fisted in my hair so I was able to press my lips on the smooth decadence of his flexed muscles.

"Angel," he whispered, his arm trembling against my mouth. His left hand released my scalp and stroked over the side of my face. Grabbing my jaw in his hand, he leaned forward and spoke in my ear. "You deserve to be punished for what you've done. Wouldn't you agree?"

My core pulsed with heat between my legs and I released a whimpering moan, nodding my head as best I could in his grip.

Alex snarled, "That's right, you do."

In a flash of movement, Alex reached beneath my body, turning me onto my stomach and bending me over his desk. Kicking my legs apart, he grabbed the flimsy sleeves of my dress and dragged them downward until the garment puddled at my feet. The phone in my pocket hit with a dull thud and a glance at the grandfather clock told me I was already down to thirty minutes.

*Shit. This has to happen faster.*

hard over the side of my face. "Alex," I whimpered. "Shut the fuck up," he spat, his free hand groping my body over the black bikini I still wore. "This time is for my pleasure, not yours," he growled out, shoving my bikini bottoms to the side and plunging two fingers into my wet channel. "Fuck, angel," he whispered, removing his fingers to grasp one globe of my ass, greedily. "The day

dripping down my thighs. *Damn it. Maybe I am severely fucked up, but I love it when he talks to me that way.* The sound of his belt coming undone and his zipper sliding down, activated a frenzy of need just behind my clit. My arms shot forward to grip the end of the table just as I felt the head of his shaft nestle itself between my folds. Sucking in a deep breath, I attempted to brace myself for his rough entry, but before I

yell, grimacing against the repeated impact of his hips

more forcefully and a different uncontrolled scream was pushed out of me. My pussy was overstimulated, running hot against the speed of his thrusts. I could feel my internal muscles fighting

almost forgot how

floors beneath. His hand on my face didn't stray, but the other was locked onto my hip, pulling me backward so that each penetration went a little deeper than the last. I was quick to realize that nothing could

pussy

the ashes with the force of a volcano. My vision flashed, my body quivering and my legs shaking. The jarring impact of his punishing hips only served to highlight my pleasure. As my muscles locked onto his dick, I felt him spasm, shooting his seed toward the back of my womb. His movements quickened with intensity and he began to

finally stopped moving and collapsed over my back. My

kissed the corner of my lips and said groggily, "God, I

his back. My entire body felt like I'd just taken a tumble down the mountain, but a quick glance at the clock had me

a moment I almost forgot I was on a time schedule and nearly stepped toward him. He made me want to straddle him and stoke the ferocious fire in