The Mafia Boss Next Door

A Night With Him

Clara ~

There was nothing normal about being invited by a man as dangerous as him and yet… I went anyway.

I had every chance to decline, but I couldn’t.

Not that a gun was pointed to my head. I just don’t want to, however the dinner turned out to be. I'd face it.

I already imagined myself laying in his bedroom. That’s absurd right? Yeah I know but I can’t stop my heart or my body from wanting him.

I’d be a damn liar if I said I wasn’t happy when he invited me over, I got back from work early all smiling.

Skin flushed.

Heart racing.

Took my bath humming to the song played in my head, sat in front my mirror. I didn't recognize the girl I was becoming. I let out a smile and did my makeup slide into my gown. It was just a simple red gown.

I did my hair, picked my purse and put on my heels, took a deep breath then stepped outside.

Lorenzo, right? I asked.

Mr Adrian is waiting. He opened the car for me and the drive was silent. The car slowed before a set of towering black gates. The gate slid open without a sound like they’d been expecting us.

My chest tightened.

The driveway stretched endlessly ahead, lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and low golden lights that cast long shadows across the ground. Everything looked… controlled too perfectly.

No single neighbors. Just him.

The mansion came into view slowly, like it was revealing itself on purpose. Massive.

Imposing. Dark stone walls that swallowed the light, tall glass windows reflecting nothing but shadows. It didn’t feel like a home, it felt more like a place people didn’t leave easily.

I swallowed.

“He lives here?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended he didn’t answer of course he didn’t. The car stopped, and before I could gather my thoughts the door was opened.

My eyes flickered around. Men dressed in black. Still watching but pretending not to, a chill ran down my spine. I stepped out anyway because I wanted to be here.

Inside, the air changed. Cooler heavier everything screamed luxury, money not the kind you can hide but how was he able to hide all this perfectly? I thought to myself.

Marble floors beneath my heels, polished to perfection. A chandelier hung above dimly lit, casting soft gold light that barely touched the corners of the room.

Too many corners.

The walls were decorated with art-expensive, original art probably worth more than I wanted to imagine. But it wasn’t the beauty that caught me, it was the silence.

Staff moving in silence.

Adrian moved through the space like he owned it. Like everything bent and answered to him without question that feeling again.

Quiet, certainly dangerous I don’t know what he was hiding but one thing for sure this man wasn’t ordinary. He wasn’t just a neighbor.

Lorenzo didn’t stop walking. I followed.

The hallway stretched endlessly lined with closed doors, each one identical clean untouchable. My heels echoed softly against the marble, the sound too loud in the stillness.

Then he stopped. One black door with no handle visible until it clicked open in his presence he turned to me and left.

To my fate I guess. I hesitated for half a second.. Before entering, that was my mistake, the room was darker than the rest of the house. Not messy, just controlled in a different way.

A large desk sat near the far wall, spotless. Papers arranged with precision a laptop closed like it held secrets behind it is floor to ceiling glass.

The city below, glowing alive but up here it felt distant like none of it could reach him. My gaze shifted to a bar in the corner, expensive bottles and crystal glasses untouched.

A faint scent of leather and something sharper lingered in the air. Then I noticed the small details of a drawer slightly open metal glinting inside.

My steps slowed.

“What is this place?” I asked myself quietly.

I moved closer to the desk, curiosity pulling me in before caution could stop me. My fingers brushed the edge of the drawer. It snapped shut fast and my breath hitched.

He was suddenly right behind me, always too close.

“Don’t.”

His voice was low. Calm, but there was something underneath it. Something final my heart pounded as I turned slowly looking up at him, his eyes held mine darker now warning.

Danger.

“You don’t understand boundaries. Do you? He asked but he didn’t move away and hadn't stepped back if anything… he moved closer.

My pulse spiked. Then why bring me here? The question sat on my tongue but I didn’t ask it because already I knew the answers.

He wanted me here.

My back brushed the edge of the desk before I even realized I was moving or maybe he was making me move.

His hand came up, fingers brushing against my jaw before sliding to my neck not tight but enough to remind me who was in control.

“You don’t listen,” he murmured.

And between my legs a whole lot is going on there his grip is firm.

“You shouldn’t push me,” he said quietly.

I bit my lower lip hard and I couldn't look away.

Not when he was this close. Not when every part of my p***y was aware of him-his touch, his presence, the heat building between us.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I whispered.

Lie. His jaw clenched. Raw. Possessive.

Lethal.

His other hand slammed against the desk beside me, trapping me in place a cold shiver ran through me as he leaned in, his lips inches from mine.

“Maybe you should be.”

The words were low. Roughly then his gaze dropped to my lips. You still have time to leave. He added I held his tie and pulled him closer.

What if I don’t want to? And something in him snapped. He kissed me hard, desperately not asking, taking my hands gripping his shirt instinctively pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

Wrong right?

I didn’t want him to stop. He lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the desk.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, my breath hitching as his heat rolled over me.

You wanted to know your punishment right? This is it he rasped.

He didn’t wait for a response. He lunged, his mouth crashing onto mine with a bruising intensity, his tongue demanding entry and getting it he tested like heat and desperation.

He shoved me onto the midnight-blue silk, his heavy weight immediately pinning me into the mattress, his hand frantically stripped off my clothes until we were skin to skin.

He moved down my body, his mouth tailing a path of fire from my jaw to my throat and then lower.

He caught one breast in his hand, kneading the soft flesh before his mouth closed over my n****e. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peck until I arched off the bed a jagged moan escaping my lips.

The sensation was a sharp, electric pull that went straight into my core.

While he worked me with his mouth, his hand slid down his palm flat against my stomach before his fingers dove lower.

Didn’t hesitate; he inserted two fingers deep inside of me, finding me slick and wet.

I was so tight, so f*****g wet, that he let out a low animalistic growl against my skin.

He began a relentless, rhythmic motion… his mouth pulling at my breast while his fingers buried deep inside of me.

“Promise me you’re not gonna bother me again,” he whispered.

I clenched my thighs together.

I won’t. He watched my face go slack, my eyes rolling back as he set the pace.

Every time his thumb grazed my c**t, my thighs spasmed, clenching tight around his hand, trying to trap the sensation.

“Look at me,” he commanded; he withdrew his fingers only to slide them back in even deeper.

Harder.

He didn’t stop until my entire body was trembling. Bed in mess, my muscles coiled like a spring about to snap.

The tension snapped as I dropped to my knees, the air between us thick and stifling. “You’re hot… let me handle that,” I whispered. My voice had a low vibration.

I took his c**k into my mouth, my lips tight and warm swirling my tongue around the head before sliding down the full length of his shaft.

He let out a choked groan, his head falling back as his eyes rolled to the whites.

His fingers tangled violently into my hair, his knuckles white as he took control of the rhythm.

Fuck.

Clara.

He gripped my head tightly, his breath coming in ragged shallow bursts as he began thrust pulling my head in and out in a relentless bruising pace.

The friction was a mounting fever until he buckled, his body stiffening as he surged deep into my throat, coming with a desperate heavy force.

Then suddenly…

A sharp knock on the door opened slightly, not enough to see me naked.

“Boss—“

Silence.

Everything froze.

Fuck.