Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Normany

**ROMANY**

When Alex and I finally descended down the stairs and into the dining room, I wasn't surprised to find Dana already seated and sporting a resting bitch face. However, I *was* surprised when I attempted to sit down in my regular seat and Alex dragged me onto his lap.

"What are you doing, Alex?" I hissed nervously, my gaze wandering around the space apprehensively as I scanned the halls for Damien. "Let me go," I chuckled.

But he widened his thighs, dropping me down deeper between his legs so that I could feel the steel of his girth as it swiftly hardened beneath my ass. "No."

My neck nearly snapped as my face whipped in his direction and my lips nearly collided with his and I froze in shock. For the first time, it wasn't the heat in his bright green gaze that gave me pause, no. Instead, it was the almost boyishly giddy smirk that turned his lips and the absolute freedom that danced about his face.

"If I didn't know better," I whispered, suppressing a moan as his shaft pulsed beneath me and a barely perceptible groan of desire wandered past his lips, "I'd say you were in a good mood."

He scoffs. "Not yet, but I will be. Tonight I plan to introduce you to a new kind of pleasure, angel, and despite its utter depravity, something tells me you're going to love it."

"What are you trying to say? Are you confusing me with Stella or something?"

He loses his smile for a second, growling as I push his hands out from under my skirt. "No one could *ever* confuse you with Stella, angel. *Never.*"

"Yet, you liked her," I chuckle. "And you called *me* a frumpy school teacher."

of my ribs to trace beneath the heavy weight of

I can see that he is not amused. "I vowed that day that I would never let you use

nibble of her sandwich before shooting daggers from her eyes. They were beady and narrow and reminded me of a watchful crow. In fact, her beak does

I comment

not making the connection. "Just....please....tone it down. Some of us

but I press down just right with my butt bone and he ends up groaning instead. "From what I hear, you weren't really enjoying your breakfast anyway, so maybe it's better that I came along and took over." "Excuse me?" She seethes, her eyes flickering toward Alex for a long

back snaps straight like it's just been

heady thickness drenching my

its way up under my shirt. His strong, attentive fingers stroke across my flesh greedily. *Jesus, he

over *Alex fucking DeMarco.* I turn my face right then, laughing with him as I deliver another punishing blow

Damien standing there. I don't recognize him right away, because he's not wearing his uniform. Instead, he's looking absolutely devastating in a tight fitted white shirt that causes a singe in my panties and a moan to lodge in my throat. But once

tense and paralyzed. When I see the absolute fury in Damien's eyes and I realize that they are aimed

dive into his arms, but that's when his eyes change. The deep dark cobalt of his luxurious blue eyes is replaced with black pits of rage that I've only ever seen him wear once. And *that* was last night. It is the very same expression that he wore when his attention was trained

and for a cold, breathless moment, I *actually* believe it's *me* he wants to hurt. But - just like the snap of

is in love with me and Alex must

did before. Suddenly,

Alex engineer all this just to piss Damien

only is it possible,