BOUGHT BY THE MAFIA BOSS

6

Marcelo spent the rest of the evening in his study in his mansion in the Diego estate. It used to be his father's study, but now it was his. He was busy going through the balance sheets and financial statements. He had had no intention to study business or take after his father’s gangster business, but yet here he was running an empire all by himself and at such a young age. He had not forgotten that he still owed Elena a visit to the Beau or that she rather owed him an apology for the incident that morning. She had declined his invitation. Now that was unusual. He was sure a lot of people would jump on the offer to get to know him personally. What was her deal and what was his deal with her? There was something about her that made him weak. When he had seen her earlier at the school, she radiated this innocence that made his heart melt. He found it amusing that that was not the case when they met for business at the Beau. Thinking of her made him want her. Before he could stop himself, he was out of his study and in the shower. In a matter of minutes, he was dressed and, on his way, out. Good thing about being the boss was that with or without informing his security, they were always right behind him. when he had personal meetings and did not need the convoy or want all that attention, he does not inform his team. But they know better, and always tailed him, incase trouble arises.

Elena was half expecting him that night. For some reason she wanted to see him, she was curious as to what his reaction would be concerning their little rendezvous early in the day. She had dolled up as usual, perhaps even more than usual. That was her weak and helpless attempt at trying to conceal whatever was remaining of her identity. But she still wondered how he was able to recognize her when she barely looked anything like how she looked now. He must be really good at recognizing faces and perhaps he had very good eye sight. She was going to confirm her suspicions if he made it tonight.

She did not need to see him to know he was the one that just stepped in to the room. She was sitting at the dressing table, touching up her makeup. Her last client had just left about an hour ago. She had got a call that someone was coming for her and she had decided to do a touch up of her makeup. She froze instantly for a second, and with slightly trembling hands closed the lipstick and gently placed it on the dressing table. She turned to face him, as he stood by the closed door staring at her. There was a shocking electrifying tension in the air, a sizzling intensity and explosive chemistry bubbling in the air and making the room a bit hot. She felt it, she was sure he felt it too. They stared at each other. Who was going to make the first move, who was going to say the first word? She hoped he could not see how nervous he made her. It was a painful five minutes of silence as they both gathered their thoughts, and strategically planned their next move. This was one thing that they both enjoyed about their meetings; their mind games. Desperately wanting each other but not wanting to be the first to show it because they both have big egos and have this non existent and ridiculous fear of being the weak one. And also, the fear of attachments. They are both from different worlds, and nothing was ever going to come out of it. This was strictly business and it had to remain that way.

‘I thought I saw you earlier today’ he finally said in a low accusatory voice.

She knew he was baiting her.

‘You saw me when?’

‘Or maybe it was just someone that looked like you’

‘maybe’

He gave her a one-sided grin as though he was enjoying their little banter.

‘She was blonde, barefaced …...and the eyes, they seemed familiar’

‘And you thought that was me’

‘I guess I was wrong’

‘Very wrong’

‘I sent for her, because I wanted to say hi. But she refused my invitation’

‘ hm… did she’

‘That was quite unusual’

‘Maybe you should start getting used to not having everything your way’

‘I will find her again’ he looked her dead serious in the eye.

‘Well, Goodluck with that’ she replied.

He slowly approached her like predator to his prey. She stood up to face him. he was standing so close to her, so close that they could hear each other breathing. It dawned on him that he had never kissed her before. Standing that close to her, he was tempted to bend his down and capture her lips with his. He exercised every muscle and fiber in his body to restrain himself from doing so.

‘ I hate liars’ he whispered close to her ear.

‘what has that got to do with me’ she replied with every bit of sass left in her.

He was not going to let her win by getting on his nerves.

In one swift movement, he swerved her around and bent her forward. His hands found her center and rubbed furiously against it. She gasped and moaned, going weak in the knees. He managed to keep her standing as he rubbed more vigorously. He squeezed one of her breasts with his other hand. She was losing every bit of her control. While he left her to regain her balance, he unbuckled his belt, and pushed her down on her knees. She did not need to be told what to do. She did a good job of sucking, licking and occasionally biting him, in her opinion she was returning the favor of being a bit cruel. When he was satisfied, he pulled her up and pushed her on the bed. He turned her over and pulling her up on all fours, he forcefully slammed in to her. He moved swiftly and she matched his swiftness. He was quivering with pleasure when he finally got his release, but he was not done with her just yet. He tore off her bra exposing soft, white flesh and hardened pink buds. He pinched them making her moan. He bit down on them and sucked hard. She wanted him again. He knew she wanted him, and he wanted her again, but not until he got the answer he wanted.

‘ where were you earlier today?’ he asked her not taking his eyes off her face.

Luckily she had not completely lost her mind. She was not going to admit that she had seen him. It was a rule to not talk about yourself with the clients, or to let them know who you are. Heck, she did loathe this life, and would try all she could to keep this part of her hidden from the rest of the world. she had two worlds now, and she was going to ensure they never mixed.

‘I was out with some friends’ she lied.

Her lies infuriated and amused him at the same time. He pushed inside her with one powerful thrust, that made her gasp.

‘ so you were not the one I saw today’

‘ no, it was not me’

He thrusted in again. She wriggled under him as she was growing impatient. He had pinned her down and was purposely going one at a time.

‘ you are lying’ he said.

‘ I am not lying.’

He looked at her. She thought of an escape.

‘ can you please hurry this up, I might have some other clients waiting’

That seemed to do the trick but things got a bit out of hand.

She saw his change instantly, there was still lust in his eyes, but it seemed as though it was being clouded with anger and the amusement had vanished. His face became stern and even with all that she still thought he looked handsome as hell. She must have struck a chord. It somewhat amused her how few simple and truthful words from her had set him on edge. She could not control the little, very tiny smirk that showed on her face.

Marcelo seeing the smirk, was enraged. He pinned her hands down hard as he pushed in and out of her with force. ‘ yes,yes’ she screamed. Mad with rage and pleasure, he went harder and faster.

When it all ended, they were both out of breath and panting like tired dogs. He left abruptly without sparing her a glance or saying a word.

She hoped they did not have to ever meet again anywhere in her other world.