Page 41 of Mafia Handbook

Chapter Eighteen

Milena tossed back the covers, swinging her feet over the side of the bed as she pushed the sleep from her eyes. It’d been a week since arriving at The Cliffs, seven silence-filled days of meandering about the rooms, one-hundred-sixty-eight hours of discovering Bash Kelly was a creature of habit and she, an obsessed voyeur.

Crossing the room, Milena tapped her index finger on the center of the security monitor, bringing it to life. She blamed her overzealous curiosity for the first time she watched Bash climb from his bed before dawn, her inner voyeur springing forward as he stretched and ran his fingers through his dark tresses. She’d watched every morning as he tossed on shorts and a muscle shirt, padding through the dark to the kitchen where he mixed what she’d discovered—after he’d gone into the monitor room—was a pre-workout drink. She’d watched with rapt attention as he entered what he’d told her was a training room, carefully shutting the door and placing earbuds in each ear before jumping on the treadmill and running for seventeen intense minutes.

She’d learned he alternated what came next. The first day, he’d used the machine in the corner to work the muscles in his legs, the next, he’d lifted weights over his head as he watched himself in the mirror. On the third day, Milena was grateful for the time he’d spent in the monitor room as she couldn’t look him in the eye when they sat down to meals that day. She had watched as he slid gloves onto each hand, then jumped and gripped a set of rings which hung from the ceiling, maneuvering his body until he was parallel to the rings. Much like their initial meeting, her mouth ran dry, however on this day, as she’d watched the muscles in his back and abs contract, she’d unconsciously rubbed her thighs together before running for the shower where she masturbated to orgasm.

Taking in a measured breath, Milena watched as Bash stood in the hall outside her room. Ignoring her lungs burning in protest, she held her breath until Bash moved away from her door and down the hall.

Bash blew out a breath as he put one foot in front of the other, forcing himself down the hall to the gym.The past few days had been an exercise in torture, wanting nothing more than to touch Milena, but knowing he needed to focus in order to find this bastard and keep her safe. His mind was on board with his plan, too bad the rest of his body was on the verge of a mutiny.

Milena laid her hands on either side of the monitor, lowering her head and trying to convince herself to go back to bed. Nothing good could come of continuing to watch him in secret, violating the sliver of trust they had. She should apologize, she reasoned with herself, do something nice for him and then confess her voyeuristic crimes.

However, any thoughts of reciprocity were dashed away as Milena pushed off from the wall, raising her head to find a shirtless Bash with his feet secured to what she’d coined a cushioned bench. His hips rested at the edge of the bench, allowing his back and shoulders to hover over the black floor mats. Her breath hitched as he began doing a series of sit-ups, his muscles glistening with sweat as he made the gravity-defying task seem effortless.

Shaking her head, Milena reached out to close the monitor when Bash froze mid sit-up, extending his arms to the side and began twisting at the waist.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered as she felt her fingers dip below the elastic of her panties.

Bash welcomed the intense burn in his muscles, a penance he would gladly pay for breaking the trust Milena had placed in him by turning on the camera in her room to watch her sleep. It had started out innocent enough, catching a glimpse of her as she sat in an oversized chair in the observatory enjoying a cup of coffee. He’d fantasized about entering the room, dropping to his knees and feasting on the pleasures which would surely await him between her thighs. One look morphed into two, and then he was addicted, rewarding himself with a view of her after he’d waded through thousands of pages of code.

Milena hissed as her fingers glided over her swollen clit. Slipping them into her opening, she swirled the digits several times, coating them in her essence before circling her clit at a maddeningly slow pace. Just as in the previous sessions of self-love, she was teetering on the brink in an instant. Gripping the edge of the monitor, Milena kept her gaze locked on Bash, the drops of sweat cascading down his face and onto the floor below. She imagined herself licking his neck, savoring the saltiness as she raised and lowered herself on his swollen cock. It had been days since he’d touched her, making her crave the warmth even more as she worked her clit in an effort to find her release.

Letting out a frustrated roar, Bash unhooked his feet, standing to his full height and crossing the room to the speed bag. Not bothering to tape his knuckles, Bash began hitting the teardrop shaped bag with enough force to split the stitching, the pain in his hands doing little to calm his raging libido. When smears of blood replaced the splotches of sweat his punches left behind, Bash dropped his arms and bolted out the door.

Reaching under her nightshirt, Milena kneaded her breast with her free hand, her orgasm within reach, but requiring something extra to send her over the edge. Tugging at the sensitive flesh of her nipple, Milena gasped in horror as Bash stormed out of the room, running down the hall and slamming his bedroom door with such force it rattled the one beside her.

Lowering his shorts, Bash didn’t wait for the water to heat before stepping in the shower and grabbing his throbbing dick. He hadn’t jerked off this much since he’d found his first short hair, however his resistance to the beauty across the hall was wearing thin. Bracing himself against the tile of the shower, Bash closed his eyes, reliving the memory of watching Milena lying on her bed reading a book she’d found on one of the shelves. Stroking his shaft, he pictured her fingers as they combed through her dark locks, twisting the ends around her index finger as she lost herself to the story on the page. He imagined she was reading romance, as she would shift in her seat, rubbing her knees together, as if relieving an ache he’d be honored to handle.

Unable to stop herself, Milena jerked open the door, staring hard at the closed one on the opposite wall. She needed a release. More than that, she needed to know why he’d taken his affections away from her, apologizing for any wrong she’d done, including watching him through the camera. Stepping into Bash’s room, she heard the sound of water running, saw the shorts he’d worn earlier laying haphazardly on the floor. Crossing the space, her need to see him overriding the voice in her head screaming this was an invasion of his privacy. Her feet moved of their own accord, her bottom lip becoming a prisoner of her teeth as she took in Bash’s naked body beyond the glass enclosure. As glorious as he was on the monitor, he was even more so as he stood under the water, droplets running down his firm backside as his hand stroked along his cock. Without thought, Milena raised the hem of her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor to join Bash’s discarded shorts.

Bash, feeling the sensation of being watched, opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to the right, finding a topless Milena staring at him, or more specifically, his cock, with wanton eyes. Her hard nipples called to him, begging to be suckled and licked.

Milena couldn’t pull her gaze away from Bash’s hand around his impressive dick. Licking her lips, she shimmed out of her panties before opening the glass door and stepping in.

All rational thought left Bash’s head when Milena stepped into the shower. Afraid this was a dream, Bash kept his mouth closed as she moved toward him.

“I watched you,” the admission fell from Milena’s lips as if a prayer. “I don't want to watch anymore; I want to feel.” She confessed, launching herself into Bash’s arms, spearing her fingers into the wet strands at the back of his neck, Milena pulled him down and covered his lips with hers.

Capturingthe wet dream come true, Bash held Milena to him, his hands gripping her ass cheeks. He allowed her to lead the kiss as his fingers found the apex of her thighs drenched.

“How’d you get so wet, baby?” Bash pulled away, nipping at the edge of her chin as he backed them toward the bench at the end of the shower. However, Milena wasn't done kissing him, reaching up, she gripped the side of his face, her fingers slipping due to the water covering his skin, and landing across his lips.

Bash froze as the distinctive smell of pussy hit his nose. Lowering them to the bench, he gripped her hand, opening his mouth wide and slipping her fingers inside.

“Mmm,” Bash growled as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Did you touch yourself while you watched me?”

“Yes.” Milena’s mouth fell open as Bash’s tongue swirling around her fingers, wanting nothing more than to have his tongue circling her clit.

Removing her fingers from his mouth, Bash locked eyes with Milena, she was wet, but he needed her drenched. Gripping her hips, Bash swung her around, falling to his knees between her thighs, tossing her feet over his shoulders.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy is gorgeous,” he swore as he spread her open with his thumbs before plunging his tongue into her opening.

Milena slammed her hands against the tile and glass, a cry of passion echoing off the walls of the shower. She’d fantasized about this moment, dreamed of having Bash take control over her pleasure and sending her to a new level of Nirvana.

Encouraged by the sounds falling from Milena’s lips, Bash moved his thumb to circle her clit. Eating pussy, much like kissing, was never big on Bash’s radar. However, as he felt Milena coming apart, he couldn’t imagine a better way of starting every day in their future.

When her legs began to shake, announcing the arrival of her orgasm, Milena reached down to hold Bash in place, only to have a gasp leave her lungs as Bash shifted their positions once again.

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