Page 87 of Mob Star

“Besides you? No.”

He tickles me, and I can’t help but giggle. I feel so lighthearted now that I’m with him. When he smiles, tiny lines form around his mouth. They’re invisible when he’s not, but they’re slow to fade. I like it. He appears youthful because they aren’t wrinkles, but it shows he smiles a lot. If he can find things to laugh and kid about despite what he does, then I’m relieved. I’m glad his mob life isn’t so oppressive that he finds no joy in life. I worried about that when I first realized who he is.

We arrange our clothes as Joey pulls into the underground garage. Shit. I don’t have any clothes besides two dirty sets of scrubs and what I’m wearing right now. I didn’t think about going home first. I didn’t even think about my place as where I want to spend time with Finn. A while ago, I wanted to curl into a ball and use my home as my protective bubble. Now I want to be wherever Finn is. Not just so I feel untouchable. I feel the weight of the world— life, work, family —lifted from me. He’s my bubble.

“Little one, we never grabbed any of your stuff from your place. We can head over there.”

“Mind reader. I just realized that, too.”

“What do you want to do? We can go there. We can order what you want, and I can have it here in an hour.”

Apparently, he’s not shopping Amazon Prime if he can get one hour delivery rather than one day shipping.

“We can also walk around the boutiques near here. There are plenty.”

Plenty is an understatement. SoHo has some of the best shopping in NYC since it’s a commercial neighborhood. But I’m not a boutique shopper. I’m more order online or go to a department store. I can’t rationalize boutique prices.

“Next day shipping will work. I’m certain I can find something online.”

He nods and doesn’t press me. Joey opens my door, and I slide out as Finn gets out on his side. I smile at Joey because I missed him while he was gone. I’ve gotten used to him as my shadow. I like his brothers and Ted, but Joey’s kinda goofy. I know he’s there to protect me, and I feel almost as safe with him as I do Finn. But he makes it feel like I’m walking with a friend rather than a detail. Ted, Simon, and Fallon come across as bodyguards. It makes me feel a bit self-conscious. I don’t get the sense I stand out when Joey is with me. When the elevator doors close, Finn pulls me against him. As soon as we move, he presses the stop button.

He presses me against the wall as his hand slides under my shirt. He finds my nipple and pinches as he kisses me. When I try to touch him, he snags my wrist with his free hand. He moves it behind my back and keeps it there. I slide my other between my back and the wall. He lets go of my wrist, so his fingers can travel up my ribs, squeeze my breast almost mercilessly, then wrap around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze. It just rests heavy.

“If I were a jealous man, I might wonder if you like Joey more than me. But I know my cum is in your pussy right now. I know there’s going to be a lot more there and in your arse.”

I know he’s not serious. We’re slipping into a dynamic I crave. I love that he’s an alpha. He’s not my Dom, and I’m not his sub. But I enjoy being sexually submissive in moments like this. I’m curious what he’ll do next. What pleasure or pain he’ll offer. What ecstasy or denial he’ll give me.

“Daddy, are there cameras in here?”

“No.”

“Are other people waiting for it?”

“Don’t care.”

“I want to suck you off right now. Right here.”

His hand tightens around my throat, and he presses me against the wall to where I can’t move. I feel how hard he is, so I dare to slip my left hand from behind my back— difficult to do with my weight trapping it. I cup his cock and run my hand down it until I feel his balls. I squeeze ever so slightly, and his hips thrust forward. He nips at my lower lip, tugging with his teeth. I stroke his cock through his trousers. He steps back, and I drop to my knees. I waste no time getting his cock out.

I lick the length of him until he’s wet before I flick the underside of the head. Then I slide my mouth down it. I close my eyes, breathe through my nose, and tell myself to let my throat relax. I gag, and he pulls back. My hands fly to his ass and press him until I’m practically swallowing him. I glance up and see he’s leaning against his forearms as he watches me.

“Fuck, Thea.” I barely hear him as I continue to bob my head.

But it’s not enough. Yes, this is a submissive act because I’m on my knees. But I’m the one who has him so hard that he’s going to come soon. I could stop and leave him with a hard on and no relief but his own hand. I usually like knowing I still have that control when I’m giving blowjobs. But that isn’t what I want tonight.

“Daddy, fuck my throat. Fuck it like a porn.”

He groans as his hand comes to the back of my head. He doesn’t press hard, letting me go at my pace as I slide my lips down his cock again. Then he holds me there. I remind myself not to panic, not to gag. He pulls back, then thrusts. He does it over and over, sometimes holding my head pressed to his pelvis in between. But he’s not rough. He’s not using me like he doesn’t care about anything but getting off. He’s enjoying it. There’s no doubt about it. But he’s not taking advantage of what I’ve offered.

“Thea, unbutton your shirt. Hurry.”

I fumble but do as he says. I’ve barely got it open when he pulls out and fists himself. We watch as he sprays my tits. In a porn, the guy would have put it all over my tits and face. I even have my mouth open, but he doesn’t aim for that.

He’s panting when he finishes. He’s staring at my chest, and I’m not sure what he’s thinking. I slide my index finger through his cum and lick, then suck. He seems to only half notice that. He helps me to my feet. Then his kiss is almost too much. I was unprepared, so I didn’t inhale. I’m pressed back against the wall like before. I don’t know where this aggressiveness came from, but I love it because I know he’s not doing it to hurt me. It’s almost desperation— like he wants more of me or from me, but there is nothing more to give or take.

“When we get inside, I want you in our room, naked. Immediately, cailín. If you take too long, I will rip your clothes off you and leave them in shreds. Then I will have you naked for as long as I want. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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