Forbidden Love ; A Mafia Tale

Chapter Three.

Sofie's Pov

Taking his hand, I got up, following silently like a sheep led to the slaughter. We didn't walk for long, and we came before a king sized bed. He sat down on the bed, making me stand before him.

"Why don't you show me those beautiful breasts of yours in all its full glory". He began to unbutton his shirt as he spoke.

I had no bra on, and the tiny sleeves of my gown rolled easily off my shoulders. In seconds, my gown hit the floor, and I stood naked before this man. With the exception of my panties.

"Take those off too". He had taken hus shirt off completely, placing it on the pillow beside him.

Kicking my heels off, I steadily slid my panties down, letting them fall to the ground before stepping out of them.

"Beautiful". He mouthed, as his eyes f****d every inch of my body.

I stood, unmoving, waiting for his next instruction. Waiting until his eyes were satisfied.

When he was done, he got up from the bed. He had just his trousers on.

"Sit". And I obeyed, taking his position on the bed.

I watched as he slowly stripped himself. Taking his trousers off, and then his shorts. My eyes drooled. His c**k huge already oozing out precum, stood almost erect in my face.

"Suck me off". Again, I obeyed.

Taking his c**k into my mouth, I worked back and forth as best as I could. He was big. Almost too big for my little mouth to take in. I continued either way, laying emphasis on the tip, as that was the g-spot.

Minutes later, his hands were in my hair, pushing his c**k way up into my throat. Red eyes, I did my best to take him all in. I could almost taste his c*m.

"On all fours. Now!". He roared in a loud moan.

Getting on all fours, he immediately thrusted into me. It was pain, mixed with pleasure. My p***y did a better job taking him in than my mouth could ever do.

Taking hold of my hair, he whipped my head backwards. A moan escaped my lips. With every thrust, he was hitting faster and faster, and I could feel myself reaching climax.

Holding both my hands hostage behind me, he hit harder, and harder until he didn't. And then it came, his warm liquid gushed into me. Just a little longer, and I would have done the same.

I collapsed into the bed, as he pulled out of me. He said nothing, making his way out of the room. I needed a moment to recover.

Minutes later, he walked back in, a towel tied around his waist.

"You can wash off in that bathroom". My eyes followed his fingers to a door on the left.

"Thank you". I still hadn't found my voice, but I made my way to the door.

I was out minutes later, to find the room empty again. Wearing my panties, dress, and heels back on. I arranged my hair, and made my way out of the room.

He was on the couch, sitting in the position I was before. I noticed the floor was clean. He had cleaned up the broken glass.

"Would you like another glass of wine?". He pointed towards another glass of wine sitting on the table.

"Thank you". I had regained my voice. I sat down, in the spot he sat before.

"Tell me about you Sofie". He relaxed into the couch, his eyes drilling through mine.

I opened my mouth to speak when a knock on the door distracted us both. It was not until the knock came the second time before he got up.

"Excuse me". He groaned, as he walked to answer it.

I tried to see who was at the door, but his broad upper body, and tall nature didn't let me get even a glimpse of who it was. I gave up. Falling into the couch, I took sips of my wine.

The door closed, and he walked in my direction. The expression on his face had changed. I couldn't quite make it what it was, but I didn't like it.

"I'm sorry, but I'd have to cut this meeting short". He gave me his hand, pulling me up.

"Is something wrong?". Even if there was, he would not tell me.

"Urgent business". He took the glass from my hand, handing me my purse from the table.

"Okay". I nodded lightly.

"Do you need help finding your way down?". Of course, he's not going to walk me.

"No, thank you. I can find my way". We got to the door. He opened it, ushering us both out.

We walked in silence until we came before the elevator. He pressed some buttons and the doors opened.

"We will continue this meeting soon". He smiled at me.

"You didn't tell me your name". Not that I didn't already know.

"Sincere apologies. My name is Darren". He grinned as the elevator doors closed shut.

Darren? His name wasn't Darren. Why did he lie? My thoughts went back and forth as to why he would lie about his name.

Getting out of the building, a familiar face walked towards me.

"Your keys ma'am". It was the valet boy.

"Thank you". He bowed as I took the keys from him.

My car looked a lot different from when I left it. It looked.. shiny. Inside was even prettier. It was clean, and smelt amazing. I raised my head up but the valet boy had disappeared. They did an amazing job.

Starting the ignition, I drove back home.

Cameron's Pov

"You can wash off in that bathroom". Her eyes followed in the direction I pointed.

"Thank you". She whispered, though inaudible.

I watched as she made her way to the bathroom. Her soft ass jiggled as she walked. It made me want to drag her back and f**k her until her legs shake, and she would struggle to walk. But I had things to do.

I had taken a quick shower in the other bathroom, so she would have the luxury of my bathroom to herself. She's lucky I'm such a gentleman.

Tidying the bed, I got new clothes on and made my way to the living room. My eyes caught the broken glass, and spilled wine on the floor. I let out a small giggle. How horny she must have been.

In a few minutes, I had cleaned up, and replaced her wine in another glass. Taking my seat in her spot, I waited for her as I sipped from my glass.

I could hear footsteps that made me raise my head. She gracefully walked in my direction, one foot before the other.

"Would you like another glass of wine?". Her eyes followed mine to the glass on the table.

"Thank you". She smiled lightly, as she sat carefully.

"Tell me about you sofie". All I knew was her name, and that she f****d good.

She opened her mouth to speak but there was a knock on the door. My eyes remained on her, as hers went to the door. The knock came again.

"Excuse me". I reluctantly rose to answer it.

My eyes fell on Marco when I opened the door. He had a disturbing look on his face.

"I'm sorry to disrupt Sir but your father was involved in an accident, and he was not found at the scene". I immediately felt sick to my stomach.

"What do you mean he was not found at the scene?". I struggled to keep my voice down.

"They found his driver dead with a gunshot wound to the head, but your father was nowhere to be found". He spoke every word as slowly as he could.

"Get the car ready, and wait downstairs for me". He dashed for the elevator as I went back in.

She sat calmly, sipping from her glass. I almost felt sorry for cutting our meeting short.

"I'm sorry, but I'd have to cut this meeting short". The calm expression on her face immediately disappeared.

"Is something wrong?". She searched my eyes for answers.

"Urgent business". I knew she needed more but that was all she was going to get.

"Okay". Like a good girl, she didn't ask any more questions.

"Do you need help finding your way down?". The situation at hand wouldn't let me walk her.

"No, thank you. I can find my way". I ushered her to the door, and out of the apartment.

We came before the elevator, and waited for the doors to open.

"We will continue this meeting soon". I said as she walked into the elevator.

"You didn't tell me your name". I almost laughed at her question.

"Sincere apologies. My name is Darren". Her lips fell, and I immediately knew, she knew I had lied.

I took the second elevator to the basement floor. Marco was already there, waiting beside the car as I had instructed.

"Go". I blurted as we got into the car.

He drove the car out in a frenzy, careful not to crash into anything. Picking up my phone, I called my fathers phone. Not sure I'd get a response, but I called either way.

"I see you've got our message". A familiar voice answered.

"Who is this, and what have you done with my father?". My blood boiled.

"The old man is alive, no need to worry". He chuckled. The amusement in his voice disgusted me.

"Let me speak to him". The last thing you could do was trust a mafia.

"If I were you, I'd worry more about myself". He let out a sickening laugh, and the phone went dead.

Before my eyes could find my phone, the car turned abruptly to the left, the tyres screeching in response. I was thrown against the car door, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw about four cars behind us. Tinted windows like ours, black coloured like ours.

One of the cars accelerated until it overtook ours, abruptly turning to face us. Almost simultaneously, two of the cars were on each of our sides, leaving the last one behind us. Marcos continued to drive as they opened fire on our vehicle. It all happened in a split second, and they were gone. We skid off the road, crashing into a wall.

Drifting in and out of consciousness, I opened the car door, dropping to the floor. I could feel this thick warm liquid flow down from my head. Touching it, I realised it was my own blood.

"Marco". I called weakly, as I staggered on my feet.

"Marco". I called again, but there was no response.

Dragging my feet to the passenger side of the vehicle, my eyes fell on Marco. He had holes in almost every part of his upper body. He lay in the pool of his own blood. Unmoving.

I dragged myself as fast as I could to reach where he was. Placing two fingers on his neck, I searched for a pulse. There was none. I needed to get out of here. And fast.