The Mafia Boss Next Door

Clara ~ I wasn’t supposed to notice him. That’s what I told myself the first day he moved in just another neighbor, just a man behind another door. The gates closed behind him with a loud sound that made my heart skip. I clutched my skirt tighter. “Clara!” His voice finally cracked through my thoughts. And then he was there…my new neighbor, Dark brown hair, perfectly styled but-slightly messy. Sharp deep blue eyes. Long legs in well tailored outfits that hugged him displaying his goodness figure. He walked closer to me, his polished shoe, broad shoulders. Sharp jawline like they were constructed. My heartbeat increased. He wasn’t wearing an inner coat under his outfit. Of course he wasn’t. The cool air brushed against his skin, tightening every line of muscle, and his smirk carried some dangerous edge. “Oh my goodness, you look so handsome!” Oh I’m sorry I stammer my cheeks turn red I knew he noticed it but ignored. I smiled. Tried not to stare at the way his muscles shifted when he stretched out his hand. “My name is Adrian Volkov, your new neighbor. I’m…. I’m Clara Voss. I stuttered. Of course I know your name, he interrupted.” Oh you’re welcome I replied. I hope we get along, Mr Adrian. But he didn’t respond, he just walked away. I quickly stopped him. But you don’t know your way around here. I added let me show you to your apartment. “Stay away, I can find my way around. I know my way around here more than you do,” he said icily. I’m sorry I moved backward i was embarrass but not gonna lie this man is f*****g cute. A new neighbor who look like he could could f**k the hell out of me with his hands on my t**s. I blinked. “His voice is intense.” “His voice hardened my n*****s. I quickly ran inside and closed the door behind me.” I leaned down slowly panting. I wish he could just let me give him a quick blowjob that would be enough for him been rude earlier. OMG. I could feel a cold shiver as I pressed my t**s with both hands. His face appeared in my mind. My panties were a little damp. His deep voice echoed through my walls. I was listening silently with my thighs clenched together. Cold air hit my skin and it made my n*****s peak before my eyes. Not now. Goodness, the whole compound smelled like him. His scent crawled up my body. With my folds parted like it was begging for his c**k I hadn’t seen yet. I needed to get a f*****g c**k inside of me before I screamed loud. The way he called out my name… Clara I was a bit older. That's what I thought. I locked myself in my bedroom with the lights flickering, panties pulled down, my back arched and my pants shoved in my mouth so no one could hear me moan cowardly. I couldn’t stop smiling and thinking about the way his n*****s were pointed out. How tiny his waist was. The way he looked at me earlier. Like he already knew I’d be wet. I covered my mouth tightly and shoved one finger inside of me. I rolled my eyes. I could feel goosebumps all over my body. It was raining outside. I came in twenty seconds. I was satisfied. But my p***y hungered for his c**k. My body screamed for him. To a man who I just met briefly. My neighbor. But I don’t give a f**k. Not even for a lifetime. Every weekend I spent at home, I watched him closely. In silence. In touching my t**s in secret. My thighs always clenched together. My panties are always wet. He wasn’t just scary. He was ruthless. I wanted him, and I knew it was dangerous. But I wanted him to smack my t**s. I didn’t desire gentleness. Nor slow. But rough. I wanted him to bend me over quickly while the neighbors watched. I wanted him to f**k me so hard in the hallway so others could hear. With my both hands tied by him and scream “Daddy” while he runs his tongue over my n*****s. So I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to be loved. I want him to use me. But now? I just met him. Because if Adrian Volkov didn’t f**k me now soon enough, I meant go crazy. The worst part is he's younger. I don’t care anymore. I’d let him f**k me. Even if he asked rudely. I was dripping. f**k I need him. He hasn’t laid his finger yet. But I know he will definitely. I want him to make me scream his name with his c**k inside of me and his tongue stroking my p***y. And when he’s done. I’m going to beg with my hands tied backward and ask for more. This isn’t a story. It’s a dangerous invitation. Step inside, and you’ll find a world between dominant and submissive women trembling for their new neighbor, where they lost themselves completely in desire and craving. If you’re not ready to feel your thighs clenched or your folds parting…. Close this book now. Because once Mr neighbor has his way with me…. You won’t be excluded either.