Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“You’re giving me a hard-on,” he hisses.

I smile sweetly. “That’s the point, isn’t it? You fuck with me, and I fuck with you.”

His eyes blaze as my hand returns to his lap, fingers curling around his thickness. I squeeze and feel him twitch. He stares at me for a little too long and then there’s laughter down the table.

I let him go, convinced they saw us, but it’s only Tommy, laughing at someone’s joke. Relief flows over Tony’s face and he gives his head a little shake. Then he leans over.

“Come with me.”

“Right in the middle of dinner?”

“Stand the fuck up before I drag you.”

I recognize that look smoldering in his face, and my insides leap with excitement as he excuses himself. He awkwardly positions his jacket to hide his boner, and I laugh to myself as he gives me a severe look.

My chair scrapes the floor as I get up after him, weaving around the tables as he quickly heads for the back of the restaurant. There’s an enclosed glass room with sheer curtains for private parties, and Tony holds open the door for me.

“Get in.”

I look inside. There’s no one in there, but the table has already been set and there’s a little card sitting there: RESERVED.

“Tony, what-?”

“Get in.”

The sound of his voice makes me hesitate, but it’s not just that. He looks pissed. Darkened eyes narrow at me as I pause near the doorway, and then he places a hand on the small of my back and pushes me inside roughly. The glass door rattles as he follows me and slams the door shut.

The breath catches in my throat as he takes several furious strides toward me, and my back bumps into the table. Then his hand buries into the back of my head and suddenly his harsh whisper cuts across my ear, the sound remarkably like steel.

“I don’t ever remember telling you that you could grab my cock in public.”

A small hiccup of fear cuts off my gasp when his hot breath billows over my neck. “I was just returning the favor.”

I wince as his fingers tighten around the strands of my hair.

“I think you’re a little fucking confused about your role, here.”

“Yeah?”

“Smartass.”

His hand suddenly wraps around my neck, the other one still pulling my hair, and he spins me so that my back is against his chest. I see myself in the highly reflective glass, chest pulsing under the flimsy dress he picked out for me.

“You do what I say-when I say it. That was the agreement.”

My derisive laugh echoes in the empty room. “I’m pretty sure the agreement was that I pay you fifty thousand-”

“I told you. I don’t give a fuck about the money.” The hand lightly grasping my neck slides down, and then he takes my breast under the dress. Electrical shocks run straight to my pussy as he grabs my nipple between his forefinger and thumb and squeezes. “I want you, and I’ll take you as payment. How many fucking times do I have to say it?”

A sudden thrill clenches my core as the words pulse in my head.

I want you.

His fingers splay over my breast, making the breath catch in my throat before he slides his hand to the other one, groping it.

What the hell does that mean? He doesn’t want the money anymore?

“But this is just-what about-?”

“Shut up and listen to me.”

The gruffness in his voice steals the rest of my words, and for a moment I’m stunned. Who the hell does he think he is?

His thumb circles my nipple, teasing the sensitive flesh, and then his tongue touches my neck. It’s hot and cold, like flesh on fire. His mouth closes over the skin and he sucks hard. I think he’s forgetting that this was all an arrangement. My lips pull into a smile and he notices, biting down on my neck hard. The sharp pain makes me yelp.

“Or what?”

Then he grins. “Well, you might just get what you fucking want, that’s all.”

I’m yanked back as Tony pulls me behind the table, reaching out with an arm to sweep the candles and silverware from it. They fly off, bouncing and clanging noisily over the floor, and then he places a broad hand on my back, pushing me over the table.

“Tony!”

Desperate hands seize the edge of my dress and tug it over my back, exposing my ass to the air. I flatten against the wood, the curtains only partially obscuring us from the outside.

Fucking hell, I can see the party from here. All they would have to do is glance over.

“Tony, this is crazy.”

“You grabbed my cock in the middle of dinner. What, did you think I was going to ignore that?”

He can’t be fucking serious.

But my mind heats at the idea of him taking me right here, where they can see me. It makes me wonder. This was all supposed to be temporary, but we’re already breaking down all the rules we set for ourselves, and now he doesn’t even want my money?

What the hell is this, exactly?

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not your fucking slave.”

“No, but you’re not a fucking princess, either. You don’t get to do whatever you want anymore. Understand?”

Scorching hands scrape at my thong, pulling it all the way down my legs. The fabric shivers against my skin, and I moan when he gives me a stinging slap across my ass.

“I asked you a question.”