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."

ran stealthily around to the front of my ribs to trace beneath the heavy weight

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

gross!" She scowled at me, taking a neat little nibble of her sandwich before

More," I

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

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

and his fingers stroke across my slit. My back snaps straight like it's just been touched with a live wire, and despite my less than pleasant memories of Stella and his left hand, I can't deny the sudden desire that ricochets

manage to reply, noting the heady thickness drenching my voice. "I thought you liked talking shop during

way up under

fucking DeMarco.* I turn my face right then, laughing with him as I deliver another punishing blow to his dick with my glutes. But of

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

but find my neck tense and paralyzed. When I see the absolute fury in Damien's eyes and I realize that they are aimed at me, I feel something

can see the sadness in his eyes....the disappointment. My heart stutters and I want nothing more than to tell him about our plans for tonight and then 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

wants to hurt. But - just like the snap of a finger, the feeling is gone and in its place is the absolute certainty

Damien is in love with me and

feel as special as I did before. Suddenly, I feel

this just

only is it possible, but