FelixAs I drill into her, her waist in the palms of my hand, her ass moving in waves while my dick attacks her full throttle, I want to show her who’s boss.Our bodies are slick with sweat, our pants harsh against each other’s ears as I drive into her with a feral hunger, I can barely contain, my balls slapping against her ass while I devour her body and soul.I pump faster and faster. The only sound resonating is our heavy panting and skin against skin.I bend forward, grab her hair in my fist, and pull her neck back so her body is arched like a kitten’s.“You really are trouble, aren’t you, Emily?” I ask her.“You like it dirty, huh?” she says, turning her face at an angle where I can see her bite her lip.“Oh, you have no idea,” I whisper, sliding my hands up to her breasts and squeezing them gently before thrusting.I find a steady pace, controlling, and calculative. I know how women cum, and this one...I want her to fucking cum, and cum, and cum again. I want to please her like
EmilyFelix has over ridden all the crash systems in my life in one swift move.He’s come in and dealt with every problem I have, at least the ones he knows about.My bedroom has been set up with more than everything I could possibly need.A study table with a state-of-the-art computer system, a brand-new wardrobe, makeup, shoes of all kinds, a treadmill, and a mini-fridge!I could live here and survive without ever having to go out.It’s insane.Whenever I try to thank him, he flicks my attempts aside with a wave of his hand - almost coldly, like thanking him brings him some form of insult.I take off my T-shirt and bra to find a comfier one. Maybe change into a dress?I shouldn’t have lied to him, I know, but what other choice did I have?When he asked me if there was more ... how could I tell him that not only was there more, but also less.That my father wasn’t an alcoholic, that I grew up with more money than I knew what to do with, and that my parents didn’t die in a car acciden
EmilyAlto scowls but does as he is told, grabbing the two other men and heading out.Just before they exit, he turns, looks at me, and then at Felix. He asks, “What about her?”“She works for me now,” says Felix coldly.“Boss. I ain’t done her background check.”I feel the panic rise in my heart. What if they need to do a background check?What if they discover who I really am and find my ID fake, which it is.“Get out,” says Felix, ending this conversation. I sigh with relief.Once they are gone, Felix turns to me with an apologetic look.“I am so sorry about that,” he says softly, putting a hand on my shoulder gently.“It’s okay,” I say. Felix is scanning my face closely, and I know why.He wants to see if the violence has made me nervous.It hasn’t, and why would it?I grew up in the Battaglia home, surrounded by this sort of stuff all the time.But I pretend it’s shaken me up because I risk losing more than I gain if I don't.“Sir,” I say, moving to the man. “Are you alright? Wha
FelixI don’t know what having a first day at work is like, but I imagine it would be harrowing.Which is why I’m in the kitchen at seven a.m., cooking breakfast for Emily.Emily walks in, and I momentarily forget my trail of thought.She’s dressed in a silky robe that barely covers her curves, her hair tousled from sleep.She gives me a sleepy smile before taking a seat at the table.“Good morning,” she says, her voice still husky from just waking up.“Good morning,” I reply, turning down the heat on the stove. “You hungry?”“Starving,” she says with a smile. “You cook breakfast?”“Icookedbreakfast,” I correct her. “You know, with it being your first day and everything.”“Wow,” she says, giving me this look of affection that makes me nervous.One day in, and already the lines are getting blurred.“Don’t get used to it,” I say, trying to minimize the effort.Emily chuckles softly, taking a sip of her coffee.“I won’t. But thank you,” she adds, her eyes still shining with appreciation.
EmilyI’ve been working for Felix for three weeks now, and much to my chagrin, each day is harder than the last - at home and in the basement of his office.At home, we linger on the periphery of desire.I can see it in his eyes, and he can see it in mine.Forced to live in close proximity, forbidden by the nature of our professional understanding to fall prey to our desires, our relationship is a delicate balance between suppressing our emotional and physical needs and giving into temptation.But it’s in the basement where things really heat up.Every time Felix walks by me, his scent overwhelms me.The musky smokiness of his cologne is like a drug to me.I find myself craving every inch of his body - his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and washboard abs.My attraction to Felix simmers and boils as I watch him move around the room, barking authoritative orders at his subordinates.He’s different at work and at home. At home, he’s endearing, cooking meals, helping me iron my clothes
FelixWhen Emily walks in,I’m sitting at my desk, carefully looking over the latest shipment routes.“You’re home late,” I assess. “Now, I swear you’re avoiding me.”“Why didn’t you back me up in there?” she attacks like a lioness on the prowl.I put away my papers and fold my hands before me, watching her. “What do you mean?” I ask, confused.“In the operations room, I told everyone about the unattempted login attempts. You didn’t believe or support me. You made me look like a fool,” she gritted her teeth.“I didn’t make you look like anything, Emily. I simply stated the truth. We have layers of security; it’s unlikely anyone could breach our defenses,” I explain calmly.“But it’s not impossible,” she counters, her voice rising.“Even if it was, you should have had my back. As you've repeatedly told me, I’m part of this family now, and I protect our interests. You should trust me, respect me.”I stand up, towering over her small frame.“I do respect you, Emily. And I trust you, but y
Felix“Oh, I’m feeling more than frisky,” she whispers, her breath hot against my skin.She bites my lower lip, playful and clear - rules are meant to be forgotten.I feel a shiver run down my spine as her lips graze my neck. My body responds to her touch, and I feel myself growing hard against her.Without warning, I flip her around, pinning her against the wall and taking control. Her face is turned sideways, and I bend forward.My lips meet hers in a fierce, passionate kiss, and I feel her moan against my mouth.My hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of those delicious curves.I rip off her blouse, revealing her black lacy bra underneath. Emily gasps as my hands cup her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.Emily’s breath hisses out at my touch.I bend over and kiss her breast, sucking until a blush blooms under the skin of her tight, pink nipple. She arches against me, her eyes fluttering closed as my tongue flicks the bud.Her skin is so warm and soft that I can
EmilyI wake up the next morning, and I still smell him on me.I want to feel guilty, repent for my sins, but I don’t.Instead, I feel angry. Angry at this world that taught me I couldn’t have it all.Angry that he and I can’t be together because of what people may say, because of blurred lines, because supposedly, we can’t mix work and pleasure.But we did.We did, and I don’t know how it would turn out in the future, but I don’t know if I’m ready to return to not touching him or feeling his fingers on my skin.The past three weeks had been agonizing, and I decided - I won’t say anything.If he decides to broach the topic of last night, I’d let him. But I’m done playing good cop. I can’t hold myself back, nor do I want to.For now, I want to exist in limbo. Nor here nor there, living in the carnal pleasure of doing what you will, when you will. Or ... he wills.Last night, I pounced on him.Now, I’d let him.I may not talk about what conspired nor remind him of our commitment to boun
AlexanderA year have passed since the end of the war between my family and the Saconne family. Everyone was at peace. The Romano family was prospering with the added territory of the Saconnes we had divided amongst the other three great families.We were in good times now. Aryana had given birth to our son and he was adorable. He had my gray eyes, which I had also gotten from my father and Aryana’s golden-brown hair. I can still remember the day she went into labor. I had been so afraid and uncertain of what to do. Give me a gun or a knife, and I could kill anyone you wanted to, but give me a pregnant Aryana who was in labor? I was lost.I could still remember the emotions that threatened to overflow when an exhausted but overjoyed Aryana placed our son in my arms for the first time. Despite how wrinkly skin, he was beautiful.After recuperating, Aryana completed her master’s degree in Psychology. It had been a little bit difficult to see her stress over completing projects before de
“I was unconscious for two weeks?” Alexander was astonished, but I ignored his question because I just needed to tell him about my feelings in case this was all temporary.“And seeing how you would never wake up, I was lonely and scared, and I thought about all the times we had spent together, and I realized that I had fallen in love with you, but I didn’t know why I couldn’t say it, and then I regretted it and-,”Dry lips blocked the rest of my words from coming out. I didn’t hesitate to kiss back. It was amazing! I didn’t care that his lips were parched or that he hadn’t brushed his teeth in two weeks. I only watched him kissing me back, something he could do because he was awake!We slowly drifted apart.“Hi,” I whispered, afraid I would start rambling again.“Hi.” He said back to me. We stared deeply at each other, cataloging our features as if afraid we would forget with time.“I missed you.”“I missed you too.”I smiled widely, the first smile I had given in two weeks, and leane
AryanaTwo weeks.Two weeks had passed since Tony and Marcelo returned with an unconscious Alexander, covered in his blood. It’s been two weeks since Alexander promised me everything would be all right, since he promised he would come back. Technically, he didn’t lie. He did come back. Just not the way I had expected. It’s been two weeks since I last heard his voice, Since Alexander was last conscious.I missed him. I missed his voice. I missed his smiles and his grins. I missed seeing his gray eyes. I forgot how warm his embrace was. I missed the feeling of his lips on my body. I missed everything.To think that his last words to me had been to reassure and comfort me, and I couldn’t even tell him that I loved him. That was right. In watching over his prone body for the past two weeks, I came to the realization that I did, in fact, love Alexander. I couldn’t believe it had taken him falling into a coma for me to realize my feelings.How had I been so blind? Why had I continued to dou
Having found out the truth, there was no point in delaying matters. The only reason why Tom had been so successful in beating us down was because of Alfonso. Without Alfonso, what power did Tom have? Tom was already in a tight corner, and seeing how desperate he was to have sent Alfonso to kidnap Aryana, I could sense the end of this pointless war coming to a head.“I should kill you for your betrayal and send you on your way to meet my father, where you will spend your afterlife begging him for forgiveness, but I won’t. Not yet. What you’re going to do now is, you are going to tell Tom that you have Aryana, and he should meet you where we tell you to say. Do you understand?”The resignation was written all over Alfonso’s face. He knew he was done for. He had sealed his fate the day he decided to betray my family.“Are you sure it’ll be fine?” Aryana pulled me aside and asked. “What if he-”“Nothing will happen, I promise you.” I comforted her. “This will be the end, and we’ll finally
AlexanderWhy? I couldn’t believe it. I almost hadn’t wanted to believe it when Felice had taunted the knowledge in my face while kneeling on my feet moments before his death. Seeing my enemy at my feet greatly irritated me, laughing like a mad person instead of cowering and begging like I had wanted him to.Nonetheless, the information struck me like a bolt of lightning. A traitor in our midst had supplied the Saconnes with information about our trade routes so they would know where to hit. The traitor was also responsible for reporting my father’s location. Because of him, my father died. I was filled with rage. We had welcomed that traitor into our midst and had treated him like our family, and he repaid us like this?What pained me the most was who the most likely suspect could be. Marcelo and Tony had discussed this when I told them. We went over different possibilities and clues we could have missed.For the traitor to be reporting my father’s whereabouts meant he was high up in
My eyes widened in surprise.Elio Saconne was one of the brothers of Tom Saconne, the Don of the Saconne family. Marcelo had explained a little about the dynamics of the mafia families. Tom Saconne was the oldest of three brothers. After him were his two younger brothers, Elio and Felice Saconne. Despite how impulsive Tom appeared, it was a known fact that he doted on his brothers though I had doubts on whether he actually doted on them or if it was simply that he let them do whatever they wanted, precisely because he didn’t care about them.Alexander killing Elio meant a ray of sunshine for the Romano family as the war finally turned in their favor. It also told that Alexander was proving himself to his family members. Killing Elio was equivalent to cutting off a limb of the Saconnes. It was good news. I allowed myself to drag my eyes over Alexander and observe his features, spotting no happiness or pride in his feat. It had been quite a long time since I last saw him.I barely see A
AryanaWatching how the men under the Romano family cheered for Alexander settled the unease that had appeared ever since Marcelo told me what was happening. I was aware that this didn’t mean that they had forgiven Alexander. It meant that they would give him a chance to prove himself. I wondered if we hadn’t slept together or if I had allowed him to go back to grab a condom from his car back then, would this have happened? There would have been no need for Alexander to go into hiding. He would have stayed here with his family. His father probably wouldn’t have died, and these men wouldn’t have doubted Alexander’s loyalty to his family.I wished they wouldn’t be harsh on Alexander as it hadn’t been his fault. It wasn’t as if he had wanted to leave. He had argued with his father, but in the end, he’d had no choice but to obey his father’s orders. But I knew that wasn’t how the mafia operated.I watched in curiosity as they went on to perform the ceremony that would mark Alexander as th
“How are your injuries? I heard they’re better.” I changed the topic. I didn’t want to immerse myself in my longing for my father.“It’s getting better. You need not worry.” He patted my shoulder.“I know you need time to think about handling what will happen in a few minutes. I’m sure Tony told you about the displeasure of our men.”My eyebrows slightly furrowed at the words ‘our men,’ but he continued speaking before I could contemplate it. I decided that it must have been a blunder. After all, he was an old family member who served on my father’s side. It must have been a blunder.“I only came to tell you that I am here. I watched you grow from a baby to the man you are. You have my support.”I smiled, thankful for his support. He again gripped my shoulder, momentarily tightening his hold on me before letting go with another smile, exiting the study, and leaving me back to my thoughts.I let my mind wander as the time the men under the Romano banner would arrive slowly grew closer.
AlexanderReturning to Manhattan filled me with so many emotions. Memories of my father slammed strain me with so much force that I stopped in my tracks, earning glances from Tony, Marcello, and Aryana. I waved their concern away and stepped into the building that once housed my father, and meters in arms had arrived this morning to drive Aryana and me back to Manhattan. The ride back had been tense and quiet. The atmosphere between Aryana and me was strained. Since I told her I loved her last night and she didn’t reply, we didn’t know how to act in each other's presence. Even though I said she didn’t need to say it back, it didn’t mean I hadn’t been hurt. I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t say it back.Didn’t she love me? Had I read her emotions wrong? It was clear that she had feelings for me. Was it that her feelings for me were not as deep as mine, or was it too early for her? I scoffed bitterly to myself. It didn’t matter what. I couldn’t force her to return her feelings for