All Chapters of MY MAFIA SAVIOUR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

When Rosalia opened her front door for Giovanni she almost forgot to breathe at the sight of him. She stepped aside and let him in closing the door behind him. "Can I get you a drink?" He smiled noticing the coffee machine; "I'll take a coffee" she nodded walking into the kitchen, "espresso or cappuccino?""Espresso. You're looking better today" he stated eyeing her up and down from the other side of the kitchen counter. Rosalia was dressed in a grey off the shoulder sweatshirt and black short shorts. "Look" she began nervously, "I'm really sorry about last night. Thank you for looking out for me" she could not even look at him when she apologised. She was disgusted in herself and what she had let happen due to her immaturity. "I'm sure you've learnt your lesson Rosalia" she nodded handing him the espresso and sugar bowl. He placed his hand up indicating he did not take sugar. The pair took their coffees and moved to the couch for a seat. "You didn't have to do this you know" he raise

"You want more?" He left her neck and looked her in the eyes. She was a complete mess. Her hair was everywhere, face flushed, her clothes were barely sitting on her right anymore. "No stop!" She quickly spat out this time pushing him away for real. She saw his look mixed with confusion, shock and frustration. Immediately she unhooked her legs from his waist and continued to breathe deeply still sitting on the bench trying to come down from the high he had brought her too again with just a few flirtatious heated kisses. "We can't do this!" She exclaimed, sliding off the bench. "Oh I think we can" Giovanni challenged back, "in fact I think you're pretending you don't want to but your body tells me differently Rosalia". She shook her head forcing herself by him needing to get away. She walked over to the living area while he remained near the coffee machine in the kitchen. "Don't even think about kicking me out Rosalia, not until you tell me what's going on at least", he raised his voic

Simon sat limp on with his head sloping down to his left shoulder while his hands were tied together right back behind the chair. He groaned when his eyes fluttered open unsure of his surroundings. It was dark and unusually cold for this time of year, like he was in some sort of cooler room. When he noticed the black plastic beneath his feet he immediately flicked his head up to come face to face with two other people. Dario and one of the guys who usually worked the streets on collections. The third person was outside keeping watch. "Welcome back" Dario stated with a smile. "Who are you? Where am I?" Simon shot the questions out one after the other leaving no time for answers. Not that Dario intended to answer any. "Ah Simon, looks like you've pissed off the wrong people" "This is a mistake" Simon shook his head, "unfortunately for you it isn't. Who was with you at the card game?" "Card game? What card game? You've got the wrong person" "Wrong answer!" Dario motioned to his part

"This is right" he whispered gently caressing her cheek bringing her further into the kiss. His tongue stroked hers sensually as his right hand plunged up her skirt and over her panties feeling her slightly damp heat. Almost immediately she flinched grabbing hold of his wrist and breaking the kiss. She was panting and breathless. "I-I can't, I'm not ready I'm sorry". He caressed her cheek again taking her lips once more before sliding her panties down slightly. "No" she protested giving him a slight push with the palm of her right hand, "I just need more time" "You want me, you're wet I can feel it" "I just need more-" he cut her off turning her around abruptly and shoving her over the arm rest of the couch. It caught her by surprise as she winced in pain having the air forced out of her from the sudden impact to her stomach. She thought she imagined it when she heard the sound of a zipper being lowered quite quickly. As she attempted to get back up he pushed her down again face fi

What in the actual fuck was I thinking? Were the only words on Rosalia's mind right now.She had just let a man finger fück her in some pine forest in New Jersey. Really? She could not think of a time when a car ride was this awkward, she was actually sitting in the back seat of a car with the man that brought her to the brink of pleasure, in a forest... The only thing more awkward would be if Ricci had heard her practically scream her release into the night. He had not even dared to turn his head and acknowledge them during the drive back so he probably did hear her. You idiot Rosalia, you horny little slūtty idiot, she cursed herself internally not knowing how else to react to her sudden lack of control.This is what you're doing with your life now? Coming back from being finger fücked in a forest with a gangster at 1am in the morning.Honestly Rosalia."You ok?" Giovanni suddenly interrupted her internal self abuse; he seemed totally nonchalant about the whole situation. In fact he