Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

“A bit late for coffee, don’t you think?” Andre’s voice is like melted chocolate.

My eyes flutter closed as a delicious shiver runs down my spine.

“My boss likes to keep me working late.” I reach for my espresso.

“Maybe it’s because you’re not efficient enough with your work.” A jab. To try to rile me.

I shrug. “I think it’s so he can get me alone in the office.”

I reach for the milk frother.

His strong hand is around my wrist in an instant, halting my movements.

My breath catches as his hard body presses up against me, his erection digging into my ass.

“Why would he want to do that?” Andre’s heated breath in my ear leaves me soaked.

My skin is on fire, and it takes everything in me not to moan at the feel of him pressed against me.

“I think he’s obsessed with me.” I push my ass out so it rubs against his cock.

Andre hisses, his other hand moving to grip my hip.

I chuckle, knowing he’s moments away from losing control.

“Is that so?” he growls.

“Uh huh.” I wiggle my hips a little. “I can’t even make a coffee without him trying to fuck me.”

Andre releases my wrist and snatches the milk frother out of my hand, slamming it down onto the counter, making me jump. He places both of his hands on my waist and spins me around to face him, his eyes wild as he stares down at me.

“What game are you trying to play, Lila?”

I keep my eyes locked with his as I reach out and graze my hand over his hard cock.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I shrug. “I’m playing your game.”

“Don’t mess with me, princess,” he rasps, his eyes flashing with need as I stroke him once more. “You’ll lose every time.”

“I’m ok with that.”

He moves so fast I only have time to gasp before his mouth crashes against mine.

I instantly part my lips, giving him full access to my mouth, and I melt at the feeling of his tongue tangling with mine.

Andre doesn’t waste any time before he wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the counter, spreading my legs.

“This dress is very inappropriate for the workplace.” He reaches for the zipper.

I hold my breath as he slowly starts to pull it down, my swollen, aching breasts springing free.

“Fuck, Lila. You’re not wearing a bra?”

“The dress’s too tight for a bra.” I shrug, a smile pulling at my lips as I glance down at my heavy breasts.

The hormones have made them insanely sensitive, and just the feel of the dress against my nipples has had me wet and aching all day. I nearly stormed into Andre’s office at lunchtime and begged him to fuck me against the wall just to ease the ache.

“Please tell me you’re at least wearing panties.” There’s a pained look in his eyes as he takes in my breasts.

“There’s an easy way to find out.” I take hold of his wrist and pull downwards.

I can’t hide the smirk as Andre pulls the zip down fully and my dress falls open, revealing my very naked pussy.

“Have I won yet?” I lick my lips.

Andre takes hold of my thighs and forces them even further apart, his eyes locked on my glistening sex.

I squirm under his gaze, the cold granite of the counter feeling so good against my hot skin.

“Fuck me, Andre.”

Andre looks up at me, and I moan at the look on his face.

There’s nothing but feral need in his eyes as he reaches for his belt.

When his cock is free, I’m practically panting with need, my pussy clenching around nothing as he strokes himself.

“Baby, you’re the one who’s begging to be fucked. Not me.” He smirks.

I respond by wrapping my ankles around his waist and pulling him closer.

He chuckles, the sound making my skin pebble as he lines himself up with my entrance.

“Tell me I’ve won, and you can have my cock.”

I scowl, but my hips buck as he teases my entrance.

Fuck, I need him so badly I could scream. I can’t get enough, and despite being sore for a few days from how hard he took me on Friday, I still want more.

“Come on, Lila.” He pumps himself once more.

I watch in awe as the tip of his cock becomes slick with his arousal.

My mouth waters, and I know I’m entirely at his mercy.

“You won,” I moan as my head falls back against the cabinet, and Andre sinks himself inside me.

He doesn’t waste any time, getting into a hard and fast rhythm that has us both moaning and groaning.

I lift my hips up and meet each of his thrusts, the angle so perfect that he grazes my inner walls with his cock.

My eyes roll as he pounds into me, and I can’t help but reach between our bodies to rub my clit.

“Fucking hell, Lila.”

I arch my back, pushing my breasts up, and he answers my silent plea by taking my right nipple between his teeth.

I gasp at the pain, but then he wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks.

“More,” I moan, arching into his touch.

Andre moves to my other breast, as his fingers sink into my hips, pulling me harder against him as he fucks me.

I’m already close, my clit throbbing as I work it harder.

I wrap my other hand around Andre’s neck and hold him against me, craving the heat and weight of his body against mine.

I love the rough sex, especially with how out of control my hormones have been. But part of me also wants to feel cherished.

I know I shouldn’t, but knowing that I have his baby growing inside me has me wanting so much more than a quick fuck in the break room. I need the connection, but I know that if Andre were to find out, he might not hang around.

It means it will hurt even more when the sex is over, and he walks away again. So, for right now, I’m going to make the most of being close to him, in whatever way he’ll let me.

“Andre,” I murmur in his ear as my orgasm starts to build.

I tighten my ankles around his waist, my thighs shaking as my release threatens to take me over the edge.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers against my skin, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder.

I arch against him, crying out with pleasure as I come.

Andre wraps an arm around my waist and slams into me, his heavy pants filling my ears and making me shiver.

My orgasm barely finishes before another one builds, and I furiously rub my clit, desperate to come again.

“Another one already?” Andre murmurs against my shoulder, his breath tickling my skin and making me moan.

“Yes,” I practically growl as the frustration grows.

I dig my heels into Andre’s ass, wanting him to move inside me faster, harder.

He doesn’t hold back, his cock slamming into me so hard a flash of pain hits me before transforming into the most glorious pleasure.

I know he’s close as his teeth sink into my skin, his pants turning to grunts.

The sounds are music to my ears, and to know my body makes him feel this way is addictive.

He moves his hand up to cup my face, tilting my chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Come with me,” he demands, his dark eyes filled with such hunger my thighs start to shake with release. “Now, Lila.”

A strangled sound escapes me as I come once more, my pussy clenching so hard around Andre’s cock that he instantly spills inside me as his expression turns to one of pure ecstasy.

I can’t stop the smile that tugs at my lips as his eyes close as he comes down from the high.

I take his face in my hands and press a soft kiss to his lips.

So many words threaten to spill out of my mouth as I look at Andre, the post-orgasm bliss making me want to confess all the feelings I’ve been ignoring. But thankfully, his phone rings, and he’s immediately pulling himself free from me and reaching into his pants pocket.

“Fuck.” He glances at the screen. “I have to go.”

I open my mouth to reply, but Andre’s already tucking himself back into his pants and heading for the door, leaving me naked on the granite countertop as if I’m nothing more than a discarded toy whose owner has outgrown.

He was right, he won again. But that is not the problem. The problem is that I’m starting to think there is no way I’ll ever get out of this little game unharmed.

I never expected to be in this position again, but Andre has more power than I ever anticipated. And willingly or not, I will be the one crushed when all is said and done. Because as much as I tried to avoid it, my heart became somehow involved.

Now I just need to decide how much of it I’m willing to risk.