Page 12 of The Kingpin's Teacher

He is silent for a very long time and I lift my head up to see his face.

His face is flat and emotionless but there's no mistaking the fear in his eyes.

"I didn't think you knew about the mafia part," he mumbles and I can't help my laughter.

"Are you serious? You all walk around wearing black and wielding guns. You are feared in all corners of the state, and just seeing you makes grown men take several steps back. You also have a lot of enemies. I may live on the right side of the law, but I'm not stupid."

He smiles ruefully and leans back in his chair.

"I know that. I'm glad you're really observant."

There are a few more seconds of silence before he speaks.

"I'm a bad man. If I were to confess my sins to a priest, the poor priest would need to wash his ears with holy water."

I chuckle.

He continues. "Yes, I am the head of the Devil's Hand Mafia and I have been the Don for the last seven years. I would love to say that we do clean jobs and make clean money but that would be a lie. We deal in drugs and firearms. It's lucrative but gets us a lot of enemies along the way. So, that's what I do, princess."

He is silent again and I lift my head to look at him.

The fear in his eyes is stronger and this time, he can't keep the look off his face.

"Are you disgusted?" He asks, laughing harshly and I know this laugh is at himself.

He thinks I will hate him. I know what he's doing is horrible, but I don't think I could ever hate him.

Leaning up, I kiss him softly on the lips before pulling away to watch him.

"I could never be disgusted with you," I mumble.

He shakes his head. "You don't have to say it just to make me feel better."

"I'm being serious," I reply. "I am not judging you."

He leans down and catches my lips, kissing me hard and soft at the same time.

His hands finds my breasts through the shirt and he gently cups them, running his fingers over my nipples and making liquid heat pool in my thighs.

Damn. I’m not wearing any panties.

He lowers his lips, trailing past my jaw and then placing open mouthed kisses on my neck. One of his hands sneaks down to slip under the shirt. He runs a finger through the underside of my boob.

The familiar need from yesterday, that I thought he had sated, comes back in full force.

"Saint, please," I moan, kissing his mouth tenderly.

He pulls back and shakes his head.

"No, princess. I can’t fuck you right now."

I run my hand over the large bulge in his pants and pout.

"But you're already hard, aren't you?"

"I'll be okay," he replies and kisses my forehead.

Something comes to mind and I chew my lips, contemplating my request.

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