Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Lie to Me

**ROMANY**

I let Alex's words sink in as he continues to stroke my skin under my robe. His eyes are tethered to my lips, the pupils wide and black, swallowing all but a whisp of green.

"What does that mean, Alex? Because that sounded like a whole lot of suicidal bullshit to me," I whisper, eyeing him carefully.

He says, "Not suicidal, but if Antony disappears, the result will be the same. They will come for me, and they will find me."

Sliding my hands over his shoulders, I knead and massage him trying to relieve the stress I see in his eyes. The moment my fingertips dip between the grooves of his muscles, he groans, slipping one of his hands between my legs to cup my heat. His fingers toy with my clit, then plunge into my center, testing my wetness and strumming my core. He hums his approval as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of my slit.

"You are always so ready for me," he hisses. "Aren't you sore?"

nod, glancing toward the

still staring at my

his body. He is laying over the top of me now, staring down at me with an unfamiliar emotion clouding his eyes. "You will not be getting dressed today," he announces to me, grinding the front of his erection along the outside of my sex. The front of his pants

underneath. I reach down for his zipper, but he snatches my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head. Heat rages through me with

leans forward to capture one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucks it in greedilly, swirling his tongue around and around before he releases it and moves on to the next. "You never should have said what you did." He bites down on my breast and I scream against the exquisite pain

my body shuddering against his. "I didn't lie," I whisper, turning my head to capture his earlobe between my teeth. He groans, lifting his head from my throat to stare down into

mouth and cutting off my words. He still has my wrists pinned above my head when I feel his other hand move between us to lower his pants. The weight of his shaft falls over my sex and I moan, the sound muffled by his lips on mine. Instead the instant penetration that I was expecting, Alex teases me, gliding his length up and down my folds exerting just enough

for breath. Alex's continues the kiss, chasing my lips and swirling his tongue in circles over the corner of my bow. "Do you belong to me, angel?" he asks, his voice huskier than I've

that what he wants? For me to belong to him?* I shift my hips against his, grinding myself along the thick of his girth as he dips lower this

up and stroke the side of his face. Wriggling my wrists only causes him to tighten his grip on me and I let