Mafia's Obsession

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Before she could think, he grasped her ass and started to adore her body with little kisses. When his lips finally touched hers, the fire intensified; his tongue gently connected with hers as he fondled her breasts, leading her to a state of complete captivity.

Julia's world came to a halt when his hand crept into her underwear, his fingers settling into the wet wall of her v****a.

All the while, his lips suckled on her n*****s as he stroked her c******s in a delicate manner. He dipped one finger into her, then two into her tight p***y, thrusting it with care while ignoring the curses and the nails digging into his flesh.

“f**k!” She finally said, still holding onto him.

Don smirked. He was enjoying every bit of it and was not planning to stop anytime soon. He pulled out his fingers, gave her p***y a smack before thrusting it in again and increasing the strokes, not minding her pleas.

The young girl was in a daze as she squirted all over his hand. She had forgotten all that had happened before as she clutched him firmly, her claws burrowing into his body.

He made her feel better than anybody she had ever been with, and his strokes transported her to a whole other universe, one she hoped she would remain in for a while.

For Julia, her world stood still; she was no longer in control. She could hear herself moaning faintly as she was drawn into the antiques of his hands. “Get yourself cleaned up.” Don said, before walking out of the office.

He headed immediately to the rooftop, which was his normal area for clearing his mind. He brought out a cigar from the pocket of his dark pants and lit it.

He had just had a very good time with his new girl and the thought of it made him chuckle. However, there was a problem. He was unusually drawn to her in some manner. Was it her bold and daring personality?, he thought, before shaking his head in denial.

After all, he has been with lots of women and he has not felt a thing for them. To him, they were just for s*x, pleasure and nothing more.

Don was still absorbed in his thoughts when his personal assistant cleared his throat. He turned to face the young man by his side.

“I noticed you were so deep in thoughts so I wanted to bring your mind back.” He started.

“I have a job for you and I need you to be discreet as always,” Don said, ignoring Marcello's words, “I would need you to watch Martin closely. Keep track of his movements and report back to me.”

“But boss, Martin is your brother, wouldn't I be invading his privacy?” Marcello asked.

At hearing this, Don turned to face him, smearing the remaining cigar with his feet. He held the man's throat causing him to choke as he stared into his face.

“Step-brother. I wouldn't want to correct you on that again, and you know what I don't like?” he asked before adding, “Questions, okay?”

The poor man nodded under his boss's grip. “Now you would go and do what I ask of you. Invading his privacy is what I want and I need you to get me pictures of his whereabouts, is that taken?” He bellowed fiercely.

“Yes boss, I'll do as you say.” He answered before turning to go.

“As for the girl, make her my personal servant. I'll need her to serve me from now on.” He concluded with a smirk as he watched his assistant scurry away.

He licked his lips. She was his now and would do whatever he asked of her.

***

Julia laid in her bed the next morning reminiscing about what had transpired last night between her and the boss.

She wanted to get the thought off her head but she couldn't since she had slept with his scent embedded in her body.

He had made her forget about everything and now, no matter how hard she tried, the thought of their foreplay still came back.

She knew he had f****d her more than anyone else ever had, but the knowledge that he was a deadly mafia boss made her want to forget him.

At first, she wondered why he did not have s*x with her, but she immediately hit her head for thinking about that.

Where was her dignity? She questioned herself. She couldn't imagine herself thinking about a man. when she should be planning her escape.

She rose up and headed to her window, which overlooked the flower garden and a neighboring fence. The whole place was heavily guarded except for the garden. Immediately, Julia had a thought. It wasn't guaranteed, but it was worth trying.