Indebted to the Mafia King
Reunited

Chloe

My arms voluntarily look for support around his neck. His hands on my waist tighten their grip, my skin burning up with the contact. Our tongues move together in a hungry dance, exploring each other's mouth as if this is the first time. I missed him so much; I can't even put into words what I'm feeling as he guides me backward toward the living room. This is not how I imagined, or even wanted, to reunite with him, but pulling away from him right now might break the spell he's under and make him regret coming here in the first place.

That's why I follow his lead, making sure to hold him and never let go.

Once we get close to the couch, instead of tossing me on my back and climbing over me, Tony turns us and sits down, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him, immediately feeling his hard cock against my thigh, which ignites something within me that feels primarial and animalistic.

My entire body is sensitive right now-any small contact of our skin entices me from head to toe. My core throbs as I scoot forward, desperately looking for some friction to release the built up energy.

Tony groans against my mouth, pulling backward just an inch to look me in the eye. The intensity in his is so much that I have to force myself to hold his gaze.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, his breath fanning against my lips, causing me to shiver.

I shake my head, choking on a sob. I'm so relieved to see him here. I am so happy that he came here to check on me. "Not really. I missed you," I confess in a low voice.

His eyes dart to my lips and back up, filled with so many emotions I can't interpret what's going on inside his mind. I know he's going through a lot right now. That's why I don't want to push him into sharing anything with me, but I can't stand seeing him like this.

Tony seems to be suffering just as I am, staying away from me, from our family. This might just be wishful thinking on my part, but still, there is no way I'm misinterpreting this. Even if he won't admit it.

"I fucking missed you, too," he replies, cupping my face and bringing our lips close again.

As soon as we're back to making out, my heavy outfit starts annoying me. I regret picking it today, even though I seemed to have a plausible reason for it earlier. I wasn't expecting Tony to show up today, that's for sure. And it is really cold outside, so I had to protect myself. But right now, with my entire being bursting into flames, it's hard to be reasonable and understand my thought process from the past.

Tony removes my hoodie, yanking it over my head, and shoves it aside, leaving me completely topless. I didn't wear a bra this morning since I'd planned to stay home, and I'd rather be as comfortable as possible. Because of the cold weather, and my current arousal, my nipples are hard, and at the sight of them, Tony swallows hard, devouring me with his gaze.

I arch my back with pleasure as soon as his lips are on my breast, licking, sucking, and making me see stars. I relish the feeling he evokes, rocking back and forth on his lap, desperate to feel more of him.

My hands roam over his hard chest, and I blindly remove his coat and button-up shirt. It's only fair we're equally undressed. I assume the bulge in his pants might be bothering him since he shifts uncomfortably under me. So, not wanting him to stop doing what he is doing, I reach for his cock, grabbing it beneath the fabric and squeezing, drawing a moan from his throat.

His grip on me tightens, and when he pulls away from my breasts, clearly ready for the next step, I jump from his lap, getting rid of the last layers of clothes preventing me from feeling his skin against mine.

Tony does the same with his pants and boxers, and soon I'm back to straddling him, sliding down on him, and taking him in completely. I bite down on my lip, preventing a moan from escaping. Right now, I can't even think about the possibility of my mom coming back with Ellie and making me stop this. I can only hope she knew Tony was coming, and that's why she offered to take Ellie out for the day.

His hand finds my hair, twisting and tugging it, making my head fall backward, and leaving my neck free for him to lavish. When his lips find the sensitive spot under my ear, I finally let out a moan, speeding up as I ride him.

It's incredible how no man on this planet ever made me feel as happy, satiated, and desired as Tony does. Whenever we're together like this, the way he looks at me, the way he touches and pleases me... it's like he worships the ground I walk

on.

And I can't pretend I don't like it. Having suffered my entire life at the hands of men that are good for nothing, this feels like a breath of fresh air. Like I'm finally seen as someone worthy of being loved and adored.

And that's exactly how Tony makes me feel, even if he doesn't say it out loud. His actions speak volumes.

I feel the pent up energy within me reach a new level, and I dig my nails onto his shoulders, supporting myself as the first wave hits me, leaving me momentarily numb with pleasure.

Tony speeds up, getting close, too. "You're so perfect," he murmurs, looking me in the eye as his orgasm hits him.

He leans his head back against the couch while I continue to ride him, making sure he's just as satiated as I am. It's only right that I return the favor, after all.

As we gather ourselves, steadying our erratic breathing, we just stay here, staring at each other, sweat dripping from our bodies.

Tony's cheeks and lips are flushed pink from all the exercise he just did, and it only makes him look hotter than ever. His fingers find a strand of hair falling over my face and he gently pushes it out of the way, sweeping it behind my ear. It's such a soft, yet romantic, gesture that it makes my heart beat even faster than before.

For a moment, we simply remain like this, looking into the other's eyes, no words spoken. But it's almost like we can read each other's minds.

"Are you okay?" I finally ask, softly, aware that my question might scare him away.

But he doesn't move or signal that he wants to leave. Tony nods slightly, his eyes never leaving my face. "I'm okay," he assures me, caressing my arms. "How have you guys been?"

"Bored out of our minds," I admit, rolling my eyes and causing him to chuckle.

"I know. I'm sorry you've had to go through this. Is Ellie doing all right?" he asks, genuinely curious.

"Yes. She doesn't really know what's going on, so it's us who need to be creative and keep her entertained most of the time," I explain, offering him a soft, but not as positive, smile. "She gets irritated sometimes, so Mom decided to take her out today for a change."

Tony nods, but he probably already knew that. I doubt anything happens here without his knowledge and consent. I'm sure his men report to him every hour or so.

"I miss her," he confesses with a sigh. "I feel like I'm missing so much."

I gulp, guilt washing over me. I know I'm partially responsible for him sending us away, and mostly, I'm responsible for keeping Ellie away from him for almost two years. I don't think I'll ever fully forgive myself for it.

I take a deep breath, fighting back the tears threatening to make an appearance.

"Can't we come home? Can't we figure out another way to deal with this, together? It's excruciating staying here without knowing how you are. I can't do this anymore, Tony," I plead, my tone filled with sorrow. Tony's features darken, and he clenches his jaw, his entire body stiffening.

The moment for this conversation has arrived. There is no way I can keep this inside me any longer.