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.

I mumble stupidly into my hands before I melt into a fit of

kicking my legs out in a futile attempt to leap out of

steps just before the end of the hall before crushing my

open and I find him gazing down at me, his dark blue gaze dancing all

clenched and angry. "Or number three, or number four.

were though," I whisper, biting my

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

dare!"

guess we'll see," he replies,

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

with the simplest of movements has

commands and I comply

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

twitching 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.

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

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

me wiggling again, but I do my best to keep still. I don't want him thinking

of my backside. His tongue massaging and caressing every line of risen flesh. The soft pillows of his lips dragging across the brayed orbs he pounded with anger only moments ago. He sucks and swirls and nibbles the delicate mounds, humming

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

some sleep,

smirk in the darkness, I fake a yawn and 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