Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Number Two

**ROMANY**

I finish the wine in my glass as Damien waltzes into the dining room. Surprisingly enough, he's clean. No blood on his clothes, no crazy knives where I can see them. Nothing but a seductive smirk on his face as he takes in what I'm wearing. "Nice choice," he says huskily, scooting his chair a little closer to mine.

I meet Simone's eyes across the table nodding as she gets up and begins collecting the dishes.

"Leave it," Damien says, his gaze wary as he watches me. "I'll take care of it."

"Goodnight Simone," I rasp, happy the food and wine seem to have granted me the ability to whisper.

"Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning," Simone says, hugging me before she throws Damien the evil eye on her way out the door.

"What's that about?" Damien asks, his eyebrows drawn in curiously. "Didn't I give her the evening off? What the hell is her problem?"

"She's my friend," I whisper, clearing my throat. "Her mood reflects my mood."

"Uh-huh," Damien comments, falling back against his chair as he eyes the two empty wine bottles on the table. "Did you drink all that, baby?"

"So what if I did? I deserve a little buzz with all the bullshit I put up with," I snark. Standing up and wobbling toward the couch, I do my best to keep my chin held high, but still, I fall onto the damn thing, laughing silently as my head begins to spin. *Shit. I definitely drank too much.*

"Oh boy," I hear Damien say from somewhere above me.

my hands instead. "Surprise!" I mumble stupidly into my hands before I melt into a fit of giggles. "You're plastered, baby." I feel him lift me off the couch and

don't want to be number two," I whisper-yell, kicking my legs out in a futile attempt

end of the hall before crushing my body

find him gazing down at me, his dark blue gaze dancing

to be number two either," he remarks, his jaw clenched and angry. "Or number three, or number

though," I whisper, biting my lip when his lip lifts

growls. "Because now I have to spank

wouldn't dare!"

see," he replies, his dark eyes

I want to protest. I want to tell him I refuse to sleep in a bed that he's shared with *Dana*, but I can't seem to form the words. He lays me down between the crisp. cool sheets and the sensation robs me of breath. I can't moan, so I sigh instead and curl my drunken limbs into the soft fabric beneath me. Rolling onto my stomach, I bury my nose in one of his pillows and breathe him in.

Damien as he undresses in his closet. I watch his muscles work as he removes every item of clothing. The stretch and the pull of every tendon, the flex and bunch of every coil of strength. The way his skin ripples and shudders with the simplest of movements has me gasping for breath. The pulsating veins of his arms give life to the spiraling vines that wind around him. I

stomach," he commands and I comply without a second

eyes and wait for the exquisite feel of his weight to crush into me, but that's not what happens. Instead, the boxer briefs that I'm wearing are yanked downward and before I know what is happening, a sharp crack rents the air. If

as another smack lands across my flesh. I can't whimper, nor cry out. Every sound I attempt to make comes out as a gasp for breath. A third strike flares across my

to gently curb the wetness of my slit. A groan erupts from above me when he, no doubt, finds my entrance dripping with heat, but I dare him to try and fuck me right now. If he so much as plunges one finger behind my folds, I swear to God I'll clamp tight, flip over, and snap his fucking wrist. As it is, I'm only catching my breath. Biding my time until I can turn around and slap the ever loving shit out of

*Son-of-a-gorgeous-bitch. How dare he?!*

but I do my

kisses spread out across the sensitive, vibrating heat of my backside. His tongue massaging and caressing every line of risen flesh. The soft pillows of his lips dragging across

boxer briefs completely off of my legs and turns a switch on the wall. Every cluster of lanterns in the room softens, the warm yellow glow of light from before banking into a throbbing honeyed thrum that barely warms the darkness. Damien climbs over me then pulls me onto his chest, being careful with my tender bottom when he drags the cool duvet up over our bodies. My right leg stretches over his thighs and I can feel the vibrating pulse of his shaft as it throbs for a

sleep,

on his chest. All the while *accidentally*