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.

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 into his arms, then the hard planes of

I whisper-yell, kicking my legs out in a futile attempt to leap out of his

stills, freezing in his steps just before the end of

gazing down at me, his dark blue gaze dancing all

jaw clenched and

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

shouldn't have said that," Damien growls. "Because now I have

wouldn't dare!" I

see," he replies, his

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. His scent is everywhere in this place. All around me. The thought of

and bunch of every coil of strength. The way his skin ripples and shudders with the simplest of movements has me

and I comply without

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 I had a voice I'd

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

tremble of his breath as it skates over my battered skin. His offending hand slips between my thighs 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

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

of his very skilled tongue between my ass cheeks has me wiggling again, but I do my best to keep still. I don't want him thinking he

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

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 release that

some sleep, baby," he

pretend to doze with my head on his chest. All the while *accidentally* stroking my hand lower and lower over his stomach until my knuckles rest under the head