ELIJAH |18+ (Book 1 of Mafia Romance)

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Chapter song❤The take - Tory lanez

"Dance for me princess or you can leave." He removes a gun from the holster in his suit jacket placing it on the plush little table in front of him.

"I-I will dance." If I had just kept my neck out of my business I wouldn't be dancing to save the precious head. I just want to snatch the gun and empty the bullets in him but looking at him I weighed my strength over his. And I would not make such hasty decision. He wants me to dance for him. He gives me an option of saving myself and not dying in this room yet it looks like a ultimatum. A debatable ninety-nine percent but what is the one percent left out of the equation that he won't kill me after the dance.

"Dokhazite menya, chto vasha malen'kaya zhizn' stoit togo." (Dance for me, prove to me your little life is worth it.) Now I regret messing with the red flag. Julio will be crazy right now searching for me and if I don't make it out of here alive, he'll alert his brother in the police department. Still, I'll be long gone before anyone finds me and who is to tell Elijah doesn't have the power to make a case like mine go under the rug. I was fuming inside and with the present smirk on his face I am like an open book to him. He can see I'm angry and with no option making the sadist in him feels satisfied.

"I will dance." I say firmly glaring at his relax stance. "If you touch me I'll kill you first." The threat creates a huge grin on his face and yet it seems like a lie to me because I want him to do more than a touch to me. He's really loving the cat and mouse game, it pains me to accept such a beautiful grin comes from a dangerous man like him loving the pearly whites which sparkles. He's dangerous yet looking so tempting.

I'm gonna put you in seven positions in seventy minutes till  you get it baby...Tory Lanez The take plays in the room. This is my cross, a devilish handsome sexy club owner who gave me an ultimatum. My life for a dance. And I will carry it.

My eyes close getting into the music, slowly my hands flew up trailing down my arm as I dance sensually to the music falling on my neck caressing myself, my full chest to my very short dress I kick my leg out turning my back to him, I drop low twerking and rolling my waist knowing how much my ass jiggles whenever I do that. I glance at him throwing a flirty smile biting my lips slowly I stand up. Hands flat of the table I continue dancing hoping he tells me to stop. He doesn't.

He watches me intensely. Hoisting myself on the table, swiftly I was on fours rolling my hips as my back forms a deep arch shooting my ass out. He seems to like that with the growing tent in his pants. Touching myself I turn facing him sensually dancing. His face remains stoic but his tent grows bigger and bigger. I could not take my eyes away. I have to even as I love it, watching a powerful man like him seem affected by my little dance.

Shutting my eyes I thought I could escape him, his bulging d**k, his dark aroused gaze. I saw myself kissing him, him touching me, lips trailing to my erotic regions as I moan for him. My body had a different motive from my mind, it wants him...to touch me, to squeeze me, to kiss me, to f**k me. This is bad.

"Come to me Princess." Another command and my body betrays me by moving on its own accord. Tapping his thighs that held an obvious thick d**k print, I sat on him, on it. And its...so big. "Don't stop princess." His lips trail past my very sensitive collar bone, my neck and down to my cleavage. Strong hands grip me tight squeezing my boobs. Don't you dare moan?

A very hard decision as my thin thong grind and dance on his thick bulge. I felt his hand go to my thighs getting between my dress. This have to stop. "I have a boyfriend"

Rip*

My flimsy thong snapped around his fingers. In shock I look at him about to protest. "Did I tell you to stop Princess?" His eyes were so dark the look scary, like a hungry man he looks at the lacey thong fixing it in his pocket letting a sinister smile fall on his lips. It was so hot the way his eyes looks at me. I wanted to moan out but that will give him the satisfaction I love what he's doing. And I do. f**k.

"You can try all you want to hide those perfect moans from me but your body react deliciously to me." Two fingers force its way inside of me. I moan out at the painfully sweet intrusion. He didn't move it, just rubbing my inner walls making me mewl and squirm. I tried fighting the moans and failed. His fingers drag along my walls, tapping, sliding and thrusting. Moans after moans escape to his satisfaction watching me with such intensity. "That's it, give me more princess." His fingers work hard on my drenched clit, pinching, rubbing, and tugging at my bud.

"Elijah." I grind on his fingers f*****g myself with the two long fingers deep and thrusting in me. It feels so good. His lips kiss my boobs sucking harshly on my n*****s. "Elijah, oh f**k!" He groans f*****g me with his fingers soon my legs began shaking and I knew what's coming next as his pace increased. Burying my face on the crook of his neck I gave a loud moan falling off the cliff. I whimper at the loss of his fingers in me.

"Breathe for me princess." Huh

I got answered by the plunge of his thick bulge. A shrill cry escapes not expecting the sudden intrusion of him pulling me down on his d**k. My body quake in light tremors, smooth Russian fell out of his lips cooing me.

"I'm sorry princess. Didn't know you are a virgin." I whimper holding him tight waiting for the pain to die. Once the pain subsides I sat up. A dark smile sat on his face like he just conquered the world grace his lips. "dvigat'sya dlya menya." And I did feeling my inside hug him so tight. He was so full in me and I was wet for him, I want him to f**k me like those people below us did, even more. Rolling my hips till I found a rhythm for us both, moans fell out of my lips throwing my head back riding him hard and fast. He groans pulling me close, his face buried in my cleavage raining kisses on both boobs. I moan loving the friction of our hips sliding back and forth bouncing on his d**k. Gripping me still, he thrusts fast and hard inside me. I lay on him receiving the strong, deep and fast strokes of his thrusts. I gonna c*m, my mind scream for me.

"Papi. I want to c*m. Please make me cum." I beg shamelessly.

His arms went under my legs straddling him holding me still, his hips raise up thrusting so hard into me I scream his name over and over again. He was relentless and I love every bit of it, driving me to crash in my orgasms. He didn't stop, picking me up still f*****g me he went to the huge window swiftly turning me to face the people below he thrust back in me. Uhh f**k!

"You love watching people f**k right?" I could not answer. My word chokes me watching the people f**k as Elijah thrusts hard and deep in me. I slammed hard losing air when he hit that spot in me. Why do I have this feeling he want to murder my p***y? Slapping my ass hard when I didn't reply him causing me to clench hard on his d**k. "otvet' mne printsessa!" He growls gripping my neck in a chokehold.

"Ye-yes papi." I cry out.

I was so wet I felt my juices dripping down my thighs and his as the smacking sound echoes in the room. "Now watch them as I f**k you so hard that no matter how hard you cry they won't hear you." This...this place is heaven but I know I'm going to hell after this lustful night.

"Elijah, please. Oh f**k! Yes!" Again, my body spasms, my pants fog the window creating a dew as I moan and scream loving the feel of his d**k dragging the sounds out of my throat. He f**k me so raw and hard, I needed to rest yet my body needs him more, craving to milk his essence out. "Oh f**k! Elijah! Mmh Papi!"

"That's it princess. Clench hard on that d**k. Make it so wet, just how I love it." He breathes on my neck rubbing my clit so fast at the same pace he f***s me.

"Mmh Elijah. Uhh yes! Papi yes!" I want to c*m. I have to c*m. I need to c*m and he gave it to me so hard my eyes roll to the back of my head arching deep making his d**k hit hidden parts of my p***y. I moan breathlessly.

"f**k Princess." he bites down on my neck, I yelp. "You make me so crazy right now." I held the window taking the brutality of his d**k thrusting hard and fast in me feeling my legs about to give away.

"I'm cumming Papi! Oh f**k me! f**k!" He was quick to catch me as I lost my balance when my orgasm caught me off-guard. I quake in his arms. Slowly he pulls out, carrying me bridal style to his desk. Crash of things is all I heard blinking away the foggy haze of post orgasms before placing me carefully on the flat surface. His dress shirt and jacket were still on him and his pants surprisingly on him, while I lay in my birth suit. I see tattoos peeking on his exposed chest wanting to touch the dark ink on his porcelain skin. How is he dressed and I'm naked as the day I was born?

His fingers trails dipping into my over sensitive p***y, in and out, in and out, he continues. I found myself getting wet and riding his fingers. Again. Pulling out, I watch him sucks his fingers that was in me seconds ago watching me in a naughty glint.

"I love your taste Princess." not waiting to hear my reply he slams his lips on mine as I taste myself on his tongue. Tangy and sweet. We both moan tilting our heads deepening the lustful kiss.

Hoisting my legs on his waist, he runs his d**k on my clit. Whimpers and moans escapes as I tried to wiggle his d**k inside of me and away from the sweet torture. He smirks thrusting in me. Rolling his hips, letting me adjust to his girth, face to face he grins. Slowly pulling out to his tip he says as I watch his silver eyes glow in the dark room. "I'm not done with you princess." With a hard force he thrusts again inside of me hitting my g-spot perfectly. I scream his name cumming again.

I'm never going to heaven after this night.