DEADLY PROMISES: Property of the Mafia Lord.

Chapter4

TIFFANY'S POV

“You want me to hold you?” Mr Theodore's voice was husky, his breath hot against my skin as he pinned me to the wall, his hand gripping my waist roughly.

My eyes were shut tight and I could feel my pulse racing under his lips as he kissed every ounce of skin he could get to.

“Do you like that?” He hummed against my skin, the vibration sending shivers down my spine as warmth pooled between my thighs, my core clenching against nothing.

“Mhmpfh…” I gasped, biting down hard on my lower lip as I arched my back, my lips parted in a silent moan as his hand snaked under my skirt and lightly brushed against my c**t through my soaked underpants.

The feeling was electric, the feeling of his thumb slightly brushing against my swollen bud making my knees buckle.

“Don't stop…” I managed to plead, tilting my neck to the side to allow him better access.

I wanted him to touch me, plunge his fingers deep inside me and let me ride those long slender fingers until I reached my peak but for some reason, he seemed to tease ㅡ each touch light, fleeting and absolutely torturous.

With a wicked smirk playing on his lips, Mr. Theodore maintained his maddeningly light touch, teasing circles around my c**t without quite touching it directly. I whimpered desperately, my hips undulating shamelessly, seeking firmer pressure. I just wanted to feel his fingers press more firmly on my c**t, for me to grind against his hand, that wasn't too much to ask, was it?

Something about this whole thing felt weird but I was so clouded with lust that I ignored the nagging feeling in my chest and focused on reaching my orgasm.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers curling slightly and flicking my c**t gently but still not pushing inside my trembling folds. "Not yet," he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. His other hand reached up to cover my mouth, muffling my whimpers as he continued his infuriatingly light torture.

His thumb finally slid over my c**t, applying steady pressure. I cried out, my fingers yanking at his hair as his mouth descended to my breasts, sucking hard on one peak while his thumb mimicked the action below. My legs fell open wider, silently begging for more. "Theodore," I gasped.

I wasn't sure why I was begging. For him to finally f**k me? For him to go faster? Whatever it was, I knew that I didn't want him to never stop what he did to me. He tore me apart, undid every layer I had put on and saw me in ways that turned me on more than I should admit.

“Don't call me Theodore” He growled, his hand pressing firmly against my c**t and eliciting an unexpected moan from me. “It's Sir” He pulled back to look me in the eyes, his gaze nothing short of piercing.

My lips fell apart as I watched him, humping on his fingers desperately while I struggled not to let my eyes flutter shut. “Sir…” I moaned.

He smirked at that and slowly shifted my panties to the side, a finger gently pushing into my entrance, the sudden intrusion into my heat sending me into a frenzy as I couldn't help but moan loudly. “Good girl” He praised and something in me ticked at that.

The room suddenly filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and wet, smacking kisses as Theodore lavished attention on my peaks too. His thumb moved in circular motions, applying just enough pressure to drive me wild. I squeezed my legs together, trying to trap his hand in place, but he easily slipped out.

"Don't move your legs," he commanded huskily, sliding a second finger inside my p***y. My entire body convulsed at the sensation, my inner walls gripping his finger like a vice. He began to move it slowly in and out, curling it slightly to hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"...Oh God," i whimpered, my fingernails digging into his back through his shirt. Each thrust of his finger sent shocks of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel myself climbing closer and closer to releaseㅡ when suddenly, everything went cold. The bed was empty beside me and I was thrust back into reality, my chest heaving and body drenched as I tried to calm down.

Holy s**t, Tiffany. It was just a dream yet the aching feeling between my legs told me a different story. I had been here for a year and this sort of thoughts about him became more frequent as I thought about him.

Get a grip.

I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. 3:45 am.

Fuck.

I swung my legs off the bed and sauntered out of my room, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to cool off before I went back to sleep.

The house was dark and I didn't bother to switch on the kitchen lights as I padded to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

This was getting out of hand. I was 18 and it would be normal to feel attracted to someone but definitely not him, it shouldn't be him. Anyone else.

I gulped down the water in one go and placed my hand on my head. s**t.

Suddenly, I heard a shuffle noise from the living room next to the kitchen and I froze. Mr Theodore was almost never up at this time and no one would dare to break in. Swallowing my fears, I tiptoed there and braced myself before I switched on the lights.

Oh.

Mr Theodore had a lady on his lap as he sat on the couch and they were making out.

Something in me snapped as they stopped and turned to me, shock on their faces.

Shit.

“I'm sorry…”, I managed to keep my voice from squeaking as I tried to ignore the dull ache in my chest at the sight. This shouldn't be my business.

“Tiffany…” Mr Theodore looked really concerned but I quickly cut him off with a fake smile.

“I'm sorry for barging in. I'll go back to bed” Then without waiting for him, I turned on my heels and scurried up the stairs.

Even with the tears pooling as I slammed my room door, I knew…. It wasn't supposed to be my business so why did I care?