Indebted to the Mafia King
Burning

Chloe Two Years Ago

I had my fair share of drinks tonight, but being with Tony was so easy and fun that I couldn't force myself to stop. It had been a coincidence to find him in the ferry, and I had been bold enough to sort of ask him out. I didn't know what came over me, but when I realized, I had already done it.

When the drinks started to flow freely and into my system, I loosened up and my inhibitions were damned. I lost track of time, talking and flirting with him, sharing what life had been like in Miami, making sure to keep the gross details out of it. I didn't need to remind myself of the nightmares haunting my life now. Not when I felt so happy and carefree.

By the time I realize the bar is closing, a gloomy feeling comes over me. I don't want this night to end. And I don't want to separate from Tony, going back to my stupid, hateful life.

His hand warmly grabs mine over the bar counter, his fingers caressing my palm and causing chills to run down my spine. The brush of his skin on mine ignites a fire that drives me insane. When he leans closer, his lips inches away from my ear, I have to gather everything in me not to lose my senses and surrender to him completely, right here and now.

"I think we need to go. Do you want me to take you back to your hotel?" he offers, his husky voice in my ear making me squeeze my legs together.

"I don't want this night to end," I blurt out, then grab his collar when he starts pushing away from me. "Will you stay with me tonight?" I ask boldly, noticing the way his eyes widen slightly at me.

"Are you sure?"

I love that he is being a gentleman by not jumping to accept it right away, but I love even more the way his eyes are burning with desire. It's great to see he is likely feeling the same way I am.

I nod, not trusting my voice enough to answer him. Then with one swift movement, I tug on his collar, pulling him toward me, and our lips collide. He tastes like bourbon and mint, and my brain melts as I feel his arm wrapping me by the waist, his tongue passionately playing with mine. I am keenly aware of the few customers still around us, but I don't care.

Tony, however, pulls away from me a few seconds later, clearly hating himself for doing so. But I am glad he is more responsible than me now, even though he is surely drunker than me.

"I think we need to go somewhere else before we're kicked out," he suggests. "Where are you staying?"

"The Ritz," I answer. I am so turned on by just one kiss that I can only imagine what it will be like when Tony and I are alone in my hotel room. Tony pulls me by the hand and guides me toward the sidewalk where he calls a cab.

"We came with your car, why are you calling a cab?" I ask, confused.

"Trust me, the last thing I need tonight is being pulled over and arrested for DUI. I have better things to do with my time," he tells me with a grin.

My cheeks flush, and when the car stops in front of us, he opens the door for me and gestures for me to get inside. I guess Tony is right not to drive to the hotel. Judging by the amount of alcohol he ingested, and his slurred speech, we'd certainly be arrested.

However, going by cab makes the ride excruciatingly slower. I can't stop imagining what it will be like to have Tony's hands on me. His lips. His...

I shake my head and cross my legs in a failed attempt to order my body to get a hold of itself.

What is happening to me? Why can't I control my needs?

We finally get to The Ritz, and it's a good thing the elevator is filled with other people, otherwise I'm afraid we would be starting to undress each other right here, despite the cameras.

As soon as we get to my floor and I hear the click of my bedroom door, Tony wraps his arm around my waist, turning me to face him, his lips claiming mine in a desperate hurry. He walks us both inside and closes the door with his free arm, pinning me against it with his body.

I have to give it to him, even with how drunk we both are-him way more than me-he still holds me properly and seems to know exactly what he is doing. His free hand is traveling up my thighs, causing me to shiver under his touch, while his other arm is still wrapped around me, keeping me flustered against his hard chest.

My mouth is occupied with his, but I'm not the slightest embarrassed by the moans escaping my throat. And to be fair, that seems to be turning him on even more.

When he finds the hem of my dress, his fingers wrap around it and he steps away from me, just enough to look me in the eyes as if asking for permission before taking it off.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks in a whisper. His voice is hoarse and restrained with desire. I don't see how he would find the strength to pull away if I told him I don't want this anymore, but since this is not the case, I don't have to worry about it. "Yes," I answer with a nod, my eyes traveling to his swollen lips.

That seems to be just the answer he needs before pulling my dress over my head and tossing it somewhere behind him. Then his mouth is on my neck, and I tilt my head backward, granting him the space he needs. He slowly pecks my skin until he reaches the sensitive spot close to my shoulder, sucking gently at it, causing me to moan and tug on his shirt.

I wrap my arms around his neck and our eyes meet. There's so much intensity in his gaze that I feel vulnerable just by being under it. His fingertips graze at my thigh as he slowly moves his hand up, reaching my sensitive spot over my lace underwear.

I gulp, not daring to break eye contact with him. The least thing I need is for him to think I'm not sure of this and pull away from me. I am so turned on right now that I might combust with just the minimum of stimulation from him. I can't be left hanging.

Tony watches me as he starts removing my panties, slowly sliding them down. I kick them off as they reach my feet and spread my legs slightly, waiting for him to work his magic. His dark gaze is on me, but I can feel his arm tensing around me as his other hand reaches my core, already dripping wet with anticipation.

I hiss as soon as his fingers brush against my clit and he starts circling it, applying just the amount of pressure I need.

"Shit, you're so wet for me," he mumbles under his breath, leaning down and claiming my lips once more. But I can't focus on his kiss, not when he's working me up like that.

I struggle to concentrate on anything else other than the pleasure he's giving me, but I feel like I need to do something to reciprocate. My hand brushes past the bulge in his pants and he winces, so I cup it with just enough pressure and stroke him from over the fabric. It makes Tony stiffen, then his fingers start working faster and my vision threatens to blur.

I can feel my orgasm approaching, but I'm not nearly ready to end this yet. But I can't seem to be able to stop it either.

"Tony," I murmur, pulling away from our kiss, but unsure of what to say. "I need to...we, we have to... bed..." I stammer, trying to push him backward toward the king bed in the middle of the room.

But I don't trust my leg to move. The way my knees are trembling, they will surely buckle as soon as I push off the door. I squeeze his cock over his pants and he moans, staring down at me, his eyes dark with lust.

"I can finish you off right here," he offers, his brows shooting up, that sexy smirk playing on the corner of his lips. "And then we can move to the bed."

I shake my head, even though his offer is so tempting. But he ignores me. His fingers slide inside me, and I have to hold onto his shoulders for support. He moves them back and forth, and before I know it, I have spasms running all over my body as I ride my orgasm.

I'm panting as I compose myself, and Tony gives me a whole minute before he moves me to the bed and climbs on top of me, his eyes still hungry for more. And I can't blame him, because even though I'm already worn out, I can't say I don't want to feel him inside me.

His hands cup my breasts, massaging them and arousing my nipples instantly. I arch my back, begging for more.

And that's when he seems to have had enough, because he steps away from the bed just quickly enough to undress from his pants and boxers, his cock springing freely. I spread my legs apart while watching him adjust himself between them. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, his eyes studying me while he teases me with his tip brushing against my entrance. "I can't believe I get to have you for myself."

Before I have the chance to interpret his words, he slides himself inside of me. His thrusts become faster and clumsy as we get closer to coming together...

***

Present Day

I jolt awake, me and the sheets covered with sweat.

Fuck! I can't believe I had a wet dream of Tony. Much less about the night we spent together. This happened so long ago, yet it felt as vivid and good as if it had happened just last night. "Shit," I hiss under my breath.

Going to bed feeling needy and horny was definitely a bad idea.

I rush to the bathroom to take a shower and rid myself of the sweatiness and the aching longing between my legs. It's like I can still feel Tony inside me.

It takes me a few minutes to pull myself together, and by the time I get dressed and head downstairs, I'm feeling slightly better. However, my cheeks are still flushed and my body is still hot. I thought the shower would help me feel better, but it didn't.

Tony is already making coffee when I get to the kitchen, and I swallow down, shoving aside the image of him pinning me against the hotel room door. He's dressed casually with a simple, plain black T-shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair is tousled as if he had just woken up, his cute curls falling over his eyes.

"Good morning," I greet with a weak voice, then clear my throat.

He looks up at me and offers me a cup of coffee, then his brows crease as he takes me in. "Are you okay?" The answer is stuck in my throat as he reaches his hand to caress my cheek. "You're burning up, Chloe!"

"Oh, I...I feel fine," I tell him, taking a step back, away from his touch. I don't trust myself right now around him. Not after the dream I just had.

But he is already shaking his head at me. "Absolutely not. You clearly have a fever. And you don't look fine."

Well, that explains why I'm still feeling hot and weird after the shower. I had thought it was because of my dream, but apparently it is not.

"There's no way you can go through a party like this," he insists. "You go back to bed and I'll take care of the wedding reception your mom was supposed to throw today."

"She will kill me if I cancel this," I argue, but Tony is already pushing me away gently toward the stairs.

"No, she won't. I'll take care of it. You just go back to bed and call me if you need anything."

I consider fighting him about this, but to be fair, a party is the last thing on my mind right now. I don't think I have the energy in me to indulge both my mom and the wives tonight. But I'm also afraid to go back to sleep and have another dream with Tony. This will not help me feel better either.

But as soon as my head hits the pillow, I fall quickly asleep, this time with no more dreams. Thank God.