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."

front of my ribs to trace beneath the heavy weight of one boob and I

her right here in this room. At this table!" I snap playfully, even though I can see that he is not amused. "I vowed that day that I would never let you use your left hand

a neat little nibble of her sandwich before

I comment

her eyes and not making the connection. "Just....please....tone it down. Some

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

isn't listening to *me* and I glare at him when I feel his hand slide into my panties from behind and his fingers stroke across my slit. My back snaps straight like it's just been touched with a live wire, and despite

reply, noting the heady thickness drenching my voice.

his hand that has snaked around back and found its way up under my shirt. His

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

it's 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

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

then dive into his arms, but that's when his eyes change. The deep

are centered on me and for a cold, breathless moment, I *actually* believe it's *me* he wants to hurt. But - just like the snap of a finger, the feeling is gone and in its place is the absolute certainty that he would die before harming

love with me and Alex

Suddenly, I feel more like a trophy and less

this just to piss

only is it possible, but it's more