Page 8 of Mafia Beast

They stare at me, their mouths gaping.

They’ve never seen me with so much as a wrinkle in my blouse. Now, I stand hiding behind a pillar with my disheveled hair. What once was sexy, smoky eye makeup I’m sure is now smudged under my eyes like raccoon rings. My red lipstick is probably circling my lips like a birthday clown.

They come rushing over.

Emilia gives a harsh whisper, taking in my altered state. “My God, Charlie, what happened to you?”

“Well, girls.” I stare back, throwing my hands on my hips for effect. “Settle the bets. It’s true.” If their jaws could drop any further, they’d be on the floor. “Like,waytrue,” I add.

And with that, I click-clack away on my heels, leaving the room before they even come to from my revelation.

I can’t talk about him with them. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him. I’m going home to my townhouse for a nice, long,coldshower.

After what he did to me… the spanking, making me kneel down on the ground and take his massive… She-devil whispers,come on, you can say it.

Cock… in my mouth, then taking me up against the wall like that…

Shame settles around me like a hot blanket. There was something so sexy, so powerful about being out of control, about doing what he said, about pleasing him. For a girl who won’t leave the house with a chipped nail, how was it a turn-on to have my knees digging into the pavement, my dress destroyed, my lips left swollen from his use?

And the sex. My goodness, the sex. I’ve never come so hard in my life.

I think I saw God…

I definitely saw heaven, bright white stars flashing behind my lids as my body left this Earth.

But it will have to be the first and last time he makes me come.

This Beauty has no business getting tangled up with a Beast like him.

And in this moment, sore from his massive cock, slickness rubbing between my thighs, I realize…

We didn’t use a condom.

4

AROUND THREE MONTHS LATER

Beast

I’ma member of the most powerful mafia in New York and, quite possibly, the world. I’m six foot five, made of solid muscle. People cross the street when they see me coming, terrified of my presence.

So why am I feeling shaky as I’m pulling up her contact info? It’s a simple phone call.

She picks up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Hey.” The sound of her voice stills my nerves. I lay out on my sofa, getting comfortable. “How are you?”

“Just as well as the last time you called. Last week. And the week before that.” She sounds like she’s holding back a giggle. “Nothing’s really changed.”

I call her every week. I get rejected, every week. I just want to hear her voice, to know what she’s been doing with her time. And yes...

I’d like to fuck her.

I stretch out, throwing my arm behind the back of my head. I put the phone to speaker, laying it on the cushion beside me. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’ve been up to.”

“Oh, you know…” She gives a little sigh. “Let me think. I’ve been busy with all the event planning for the Village. You know how the family loooves their parties.”

“I know,” I say. “I particularly enjoyed the Winter Ball.”

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