Indebted to the Mafia King
Without Me

Eleni

Dante stares down at me, his black eyes burning. A laugh bubbles in my chest. Camila is dead. She can never touch either of us or the baby again. "Did I ask you to kill her?" he says quietly.

If I didn't know him well enough to recognize the lilt of play in his voice even when he's pretending to be exactly the mafia boss I met so long ago, I'd be frightened. Instead, I smile. "Did you ask me to go to the bathroom this morning?"

He grabs my chin hard. "It seems I've been a bit lax in your training, pet. You're acting out."

"I'm protecting this family." I run my tongue over the tip of his thumb. "When you couldn't."

He knows I don't believe that, but I watch doubt flicker in his eyes for a second. His grip loosens. "Green?" I whisper.

"Are you just trying to rile me up?" he replies.

I nod. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kisses the top of my head. "Green."

His hold on me tightens again as he snaps back into his persona. "I am more than happy to remind you what happens when you try to do things without me." I grin. "Do your worst."

"On the desk."

"This room isn't soundproof." I obey anyway, wishing I'd known he was coming and I could've changed out of the basic yoga pants I was wearing around the house.

He rips my shirt up over my head, exposing my bare breasts. "You think I don't know that? I'll fuck you in the middle of the goddamn living room if I want to. You're mine."

I swallow. The soft haze of submission welcomes me. "Yes, sir."

"Better." He twists one of my nipples roughly, and I barely stifle my cry. He scowls and does it again. "I want to hear you, pet."

I let the yelp escape, my cheeks burning. I have to spend every day with these guards. He smiles dangerously and takes his hand off me.

"Touch yourself."

I shove my hand into my pants and into the wetness already gathering at my entrance. My clit stiffens at the first touch, and I close my eyes on a gasp. "Look at me," he snaps.

I open my eyes again. His gaze is hard, analytical, unavoidable. Even with my pants still on, I feel stripped bare for him. Soft moans tumble past my lips as I approach the edge of orgasm from his gaze alone. Dante grabs my wrist and yanks my hand away. I groan and rock against the desktop at its absence.

"You don't come without me," he growls. Then, he releases my wrist.

Tentatively, I reach for the waistband of my pants again. He doesn't stop me. I return my hand to the warm wetness and my near orgasm. But as I approach the edge again, he grabs me once more.

"What did I say, pet?" He stares at me like he's already given me all the information I need. "You think you're so smart? Prove it. Follow a simple instruction."

My brain melted as soon as he took my shirt off. He can't really expect me to think now. But the merciless edge to his smile tells me he very much does.

Fuck it. I stuff his hand in my pants, and he traces familiar patterns over my clit. With a moan, I rock into his hand. He plunges two fingers into me and lets me fuck myself against his palm. Once again, I can see the edge. A tantalizing wave of pleasure is within reach.

He pulls his hand away. The whine that leaves me sounds barely human. He laughs.

"I thought you were a genius, pet." He strokes my cheek, smearing wetness across me. "My little engineer can't figure this out?"

I suck his thumb into my mouth and bob back and forth on it, trying to force my empty brain to think. Can't come without him. Can't come...without him!

His thumb leaves my mouth with a trail of saliva as I climb down off the desk, strip off my pants to reveal I also skipped underwear today, and reach for his waistband. He's already hard, and the zipper struggles along its track, but I force it. His cock springs free, and I start to straddle his lap.

Dante twists my nipple painfully again. "I said on the desk, pet. Or are two instructions too much for you?"

I shake my head and scramble back onto the desk. Now bare, I can feel my wetness smear on the glass. "Will you stand?"

He smiles. "Now, we're getting somewhere. Where do you want me?"

"Wherev-"

He slaps one of my breasts. "Answer the question."

"My pussy," I say. "Please, sir."

"Better." He pats my reddened skin and stands. "Do you think you can hold off if I fuck you?"

I nod. I need him inside me.

He grabs my chin. "The truth, pet. If I put my cock inside you, are you going to come before me like a greedy little slut?"

Wetness dribbles down my thighs. My core pulses with want, hungry and desperate. I drop my gaze. "Yes, sir, I am."

"Good girl," he says. "Now lay down so I can fuck your pretty little mouth until I'm good and ready."

I spread myself across my desk, pushing pens and schoolbooks out of the way heedlessly. Dante comes first right now. He spanks my ass, seemingly just for fun, then pushes my legs apart. If anyone came in right now, they'd see every inch of me from the second they opened the door. I shudder and open my mouth.

Dante slides his cock past my lips like he's coming home. I moan at the salty taste of him. It's been far too long. He takes a deep breath and smiles like he's thinking the same thing, then fists a hand in my hair and begins fucking my mouth. Tears and drool blend on my cheeks. I relax my throat, accepting more and more of him. His aggressive thrusts push me across the desk.

Abruptly, I realize the edge has lined up with my clit, and if I roll my hips just right, it provides blissful friction. I grind subtly against the desk, chasing his orgasm and mine. Dante never needs to know.

I careen over the edge with a moan that verges on a scream. Before I'm finished shaking, Dante rips me off his cock by my hair.

"I thought I was very clear," he says. "You don't come without me."

I writhe in his grasp, barely human in an ocean of pleasure. "I-I thought I was clear. I was right."

"You're such a brat," he snarls.

I can see the sparkle of laughter, of celebration in his eyes.

"Don't you want to fuck me anyway?" I pant.

He sits back down, drags me onto his lap, and impales me on his cock.

"Impossible." He buries his face in my bouncing breasts. "Never going to learn."

"No, I'm not." My next orgasm is already a promise on the back of my tongue. I plaster myself against him, trying to ruin his perfect suit with my mess. I love Dante. I can't imagine a life without him. But I'm not taking reprimands today. He stiffens with a groan, and I ride him a few moments longer, until my own orgasm washes me away.