Entangled With The Mafia Boss

Chapter Four

Andrea looks up at the building then at the masked man then back at the building then at the masked man.

“Is this some kind of a joke?”, She asks, a frown on her face.

“Hm?”, The masked man turns to look at her. “What do you mean?”.

“You said we’re coming to your place”.

“And we’re here”.

“This. Is a hotel”.

“I can see that”. She arches her brow when he doesn’t continue.

“You live in a hotel?”.

“Yes, I do. My suite is on the topmost floor. It has a lovely view of the whole place”.

“You don’t have like….. I don’t know, a house, or something of that sort?”.

“No, I do not”.

“And your guard, where do they stay?”.

“Those on duty have a suite of their own. So are we going to stay here in the dark talking about houses or should we go inside?”.

She rolls her eyes. “Lead the way Mr. Masked man”.

“Don’t call me that”.

“I don’t know your real name”.

They walk to the garage and right there is a private elevator.

“Are you the only one who has access to this elevator?”, Andrea asks as they step into it.

“Me and my guards. The elevator leads directly to my suite”.

“One of the perquisite of being wealthy”, Andrea murmurs. The elevator stops and makes a ding sound. The door opens and they both walk in. The Masked man makes his way directly to his room while Andrea takes a look around.

The suite at the hotel is actually twice the size of the suite at the club and with way more expensive things. She plops down on the couch and picks the TV remote.

A hand grabs the remote from behind her. “No TV”. The Masked man says. Dropping the remote control on the side table.

“Well, why the hell not?!”. She whines.

“It’s a distraction and it’s late”. She turns to glare at him. Her eyes roam briefly across his well chiseled chest before moving up to look him in the eyes.

“Then why do you have a TV if you see it as a distraction?!”.

“It’s a part of the suite. It’s not mine, it belongs to the hotel”.

“Huh uh!”, She nods. The masked man raises up her chin to look at him.

“Eyes up here”, he smirks. She hadn’t even realized she had gone back to admiring his chest.

“Do you wear your mask, shades and voice enhancer indoors?”. She asks, forcing her eyes to not go back to roaming across his chest.

“Only when I have visitors”.

“Who are you hiding from?”, She whispers.

“Whom do you think?”

“Enemies? Business rivals? Or maybe you’re just trying to maintain a mysterious persona so people won’t be able to read you, tell what you’re thinking or predict your moves. I don’t know”.

“And that was only just a guess?”, He asks with his head c****d to the side.

“I guess so. Was I right?”.

“You weren’t wrong”. He turns to walk back into his room.

“Wait”, she jumps over the couch and runs after him into the room before he shut the door. “Where am I sleeping tonight? How many rooms does this suite have?”.

“Five rooms including mine”

“So that’s four available rooms. Good. Can I have the key to one of the rooms?”.

“Three available rooms. One is being used as an office and no you cannot”.

“What? Why can’t I? Do you expect me to sleep on the couch? Sorry but I have a very sensitive back so that can’t happen. It’s either you give me a room or I walk out of here and go back to my place”.

He clips her lips and sighs. “You talk too much”. She makes an incomprehensible sound causing him to shake his head. “I don’t expect you to sleep on the couch, I expect you to sleep here, on my bed”.

“Mhmhmhnh!”. He lets go of her mouth and she inhales. “No! I’m not sleeping on the bed thousands of women have probably slept in. Hell no! I don’t only have a sensitive back, I also have a very sensitive skin and by the way, I don’t talk too much”.

“Why do you think I have a place at the club? You’re the first female to ever step foot in here”.

“That’s what they all say”, Andrea rolls her eyes.

“Says the person who has only ever had one séxual encounter with a man”.

“Just rub it all in my face till you’re satisfied”.

“I will”. He smirks and moves on to pull off his trousers.

“Don’t you have any female workers?”.

“I do. But none of them know where I stay. Same goes for some of my male workers”.

“What about your assistant?”. Andrea asks, unconsciously taking a seat on his bed. The masked man notices but doesn’t say a thing.

“I had one. She tried to seduce me so I fired her”.

“That’s a surprise. I thought you loved women. Your assistant was basically offering it to you on a silver platter”.

“Yes, I love women but I make it a habit to never have anything to do with my female workers. That is a boundary I’ll never cross”.

“It’s good to know you still have a little bit of dignity”.

He scoffs. “By the way how did you do that?”.

“Do what?”.

“What you did in the sitting room, jumping over that couch like that. You did it like a pro, like something you do often. How were you able to do that? Did you like take self defense classes or something?”.

Shit! Andrea! You’re so stupid! Why did you do that?! Now he’ll start getting suspicious.

“No, I didn’t take any self defense classes, I taught myself. It’s a dangerous place for women. I wasn’t going to let myself fall victim to the preying hands of men”.

“And yet here you are”, the masked man chuckles and throws his trousers at her face.

“Hey!”. She flings the trouser away, a huge scowl on her face.

“I want to take a shower, care to join me?”.

“No”.

“It wasn’t really a request”. He smirks.

“Are you going to take a shower with your mask, shades and voice enhancer still on?”.

“Maybe”.

“You haven’t told me the name of your company or anything about it for that matter”.

“I’ll tell you after we take a shower”.

“Who’s we. There’s no we here, there’s only you. When you’re done, I’ll go next”.

He takes unhurried steps towards her. He leans down, his hands on his knees so that they’re on the same level. “As I said Eliza, it wasn’t a request”. He grins but the grin is anything but sincere.

“No séx?”. She asks, swallowing a huge gulp of saliva. He’s too close, just too close that he looks intimidating. How can a police officer like her who has been trained to be hardened, to look death and criminals alike in the face, who has been trained to never fear be intimidated by just a smile of a really ripped guy?!

“When is there never séx?”. He chuckles and lifts her up by her hands.

“I really suggest you take off that voice enhancer. You sound like you’ve got a hairball stuck in your throat”. He chuckles as she makes her way to the only door in the room which she suspects to be the bathroom.

When she opens the door to the bathroom and walks in she gasps. The walls in the bathroom are sparky white, there’s a bathtub and a shower compartment and the bathroom is really big and spacious.

She stares at the shower then at the tub then back at the shower, conflicted. Which shall I pick. I’d really love to have a soak but since that séx maniac is coming in here, do I really want to soak in the tub with him?! Heck no! A shower will just have to do. Hopefully one day I’m left alone so I can soak myself in the tub.

She sighs and reaches for the zipper on the dress. s**t! I forgot the heels in his car. Oh, well, good riddance!.

She shrugs out of the dress with a little bit of difficulty and is now left in nothing but her panties. She had to take of her bra because of the extremely tight tube. After taking of her dress, she realizes that she doesn’t have a change of cloth, not even a towel or a bathrobe. “s**t”, she mutters.

Knowing fully well that the other option she has is to walk back into the room with just her panties on because there’s no way she’s going to put that life súcker back on, she decides to just go on with taking a shower.

She pulls down her panties and gently places her pulled off clothes on the hinged cover of the toilet seat then steps into the shower. She turns on the shower and sighs in delight when the cold water pelts down her tired body. It’s just the first day of her job and she’s already so tired.

When she goes over her encounter with the masked man, she shakes her head. She still can’t believe she agreed to be his plaything. It’s probably because the Director told her to do anything to get the evidence or if she’s being honest with herself, it’s probably because the same way she intrigues him is the same way he intrigues her.

The door opens abruptly and she flinches.

“Do not turn around”, he says but he sounds different, he sounds natural. His voice is really deep but yet soft, it’s the kind of voice you’ll want to listen to every chance you get. His voice is… Beautiful if that’s the right term to use.

For him to tell her not to turn around means he no longer has his mask on. Andrea feels tempted to do so all the same. Tempted to see the face behind the voice, to know if he looks as good as he sounds but she fights the temptation. If she wants him to trust her, her only choice is obey him when necessary, just like now.

There’s must be a reason he wears masks and if he doesn’t want her to see him without the mask just yet, she’ll respect his decision.

She feels his hand on her shoulder. Then he starts to trail his fingers down from her shoulders to the center of her back and then trails his fingers back up to her shoulder slowly, repeating the process over and over again. Andrea let’s out a sigh and relaxes on his hard and broad chest.

“You’re a sight to behold Eliza. I just love how big and firm your bútt is. He moves his hands down and grabs her bútt cheeks, kneading them roughly. A moan escapes her mouth. “How perky your bööbs are”. He grabs both of her brèasts and kneads them also, tugging her nipplés slightly. “It excites me. Tell me, Eliza”, he adds as he traces his finger down her abdomen and between her legs. “Have you ever been tongue fúcked?”.

“N.. no”, she whispers and then gasps when he starts to stroke her clît.

“That’s disappointing”, he murmurs. “Do you know what it means?”.

“I… I have an idea”. She moans when he partially slips his finger in.

“Hmm, you’re tight, I like that. Being tongue fúcked is when I f**k you with my tongue”. He throws his head backwards and sighs, “The things I want to do to you. It’s driving me crazy”.

She feels something poke her and she gasps. “Six years since you last had séx, six years since you felt a man’s dîck against you and in you and I doubt you’ve ever been properly fûcked. That’s why you react to every touch of mine. Have you ever touched yourself?”.

“Yes”.

“How many times?”.

“Few times I guess. I only did it when I couldn’t take it anymore”. She murmurs, he had stopped stroking her making it easy for her to respond.

“Hm. With your hands or with toys?”.

“Both”.

“So you are a bad girl after all”, he chuckles and starts to caress her arms. “What kind of toys?”.

“A dîldo and a vibrator”.

“Just those two? That’s nothing”.

“They did the work they were meant to do”, she mutters.

“Yes they did but you haven’t experienced true pleasure, those two alone can never give you pleasure”.

“You sound like you’re into those kinky s**t”.

“I am”, he says and she freezes. “I have lots of things that you’ll love. As much as I’ll love to fück you against these walls in many different positions, now is not the time. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure we both experience pleasure, you in particular.

He pushes her to the wall, her palms flat against it then he spreads her legs wide apart but not wide enough to make her slip. He places her auburn hair over her shoulder and licks her from the down of her back to the upper part of it, nibbling on her shoulder. He presses her against him, aligning her center with his while still making sure her palms are still flat against the wall.

“Make sure your palms do not leave the wall, got it?”.

“Y… Yes”.

“Good”. He holds her with one hand and places his other palm on the wall then he starts to hump her. He places his head in her shoulder and let’s out groans and moans with every friction. Andrea on the other hand bites her lower lip to prevent herself from letting out moans because she doesn’t think she’ll be able to handle the embarrassment of it all in the morning or later in the day depending on the time.

The humping goes on for minutes before Andrea comes with a loud cry but the masked man doesn’t stop because he hasn’t had his release.

“I’m not stopping”, he groans in a whisper. “Until this fûcking spérm comes out of me”.

Oh s**t! What have I gotten myself into?!