Page 7 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

I gritted my teeth, letting her ride off her waves before I pulled out my dick and watched as beads of cum covered her stomach.

I fisted myself harder till there was nothing left in my balls.

“Damn,” I exclaimed, collapsing into the spot next to her on the bed, and she met my expression with a lazy smile.

CHAPTER 3

Arielle

Soft vibrations seeped through my fog of unconsciousness, pulling a tired yawn from me as I felt around my bedstand to put an end to it, not ready to leave the warm embrace of my bed.

Where is my phone?I wondered as the vibrations persisted.

I should really get out of bed. I had a long day ahead, but it was so warm and hard I found myself sinking into its—.

Warm…hard?

My eyes snapped open, and I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw a muscular, veiny arm wrapped around me.

The fog in my head immediately faded as my environment came into focus, and the events of last night came flooding in.

Mikhail and I in the club; Mikhail and I in his house; Mikhail’s lips on mine; Mikhail’s tongue on my clit; Mikhail’s cock buried in my pussy.

I felt my pussy walls clench involuntarily as my consciousness was assaulted by very vivid flashbacks of our night. I traced my lips with my fingertips, feeling the tender, swollen skin tingle. My whole body hummed with pleasure that intensified when hepulled me closer, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form on my neck.

I wish I could stay like this for a while, revel in this feeling, and probably let him send me to cloud nine one last time. It’s been so long since a man touched me like I was a work of art and devoured me like a wild animal, but he just had to be a wanted criminal. As if on cue, the reminder watered down the fire that was slowly licking at my lady parts, bringing me face to face with reality.

With my lust-induced haze out of the way, his arms around me had the same effect as having a snake wrapped around me—cold, unpleasant, and downright disgusting. I couldn’t wait to put a reasonable distance between us.

I was in bed with a criminal. Not just any criminal, a dangerous one, and I was supposed to bring him to justice, not enjoy the feel of his body pressed against mine. I immediately got to work, my heart picking up a dangerous pace as I carefully unwrapped myself from Mikhail’s grip.

His rhythmic snores were a perfect contrast to my erratic heart as I slowly untangled myself from his grasp, replacing myself with a pillow. I pulled on my panties, the only piece of my clothing I could find in his room, and tip-toed to the bathroom, needing to speak with Vivian without one of Mikhail’s cameras getting in our way.

I had counted up to four of them from the moment we stepped into the house. One at the general entrance, another disguised as an artwork in his living room, and one on the corridor leading to his room.

“Is everything okay?” Vivian’s groggy morning voice spilled from the speaker after the second ring.

“It’s all good. I need you to do something for me,” I whispered, making myself comfortable in the water closet.

“Where are you?” I could feel her eyebrows scrunching in concern from here.

“Mikhail’s bathroom, but that’s not important. I need you to contact James for me. Tell him I’ll be needing him to override the CCTVs in my current location, every one of them,” I said, checking out the products in his bathroom. Every little piece of information was important. Something as little as a brand a person frequents can turn out to be a significant giveaway.

“On it,” Vivian replied, and the line went dead.

I peeped from the bathroom, making sure Mikhail was still asleep. He looked so peaceful in his sleep it would be difficult to believe the level of destruction he was capable of. We had gone an extra round after the first one, and while he was admittedly the best lay I’ve had in my life, watching as he slept, pathetically clutching the pillow I placed in his hold, I couldn’t help the feeling of disgust that crawled over me.

While I obviously hated criminals, I had an extra burning hatred for those who were into trafficking. Why would anyone want to hurt children? And he has built his empire and lavish lifestyle on the blood of those children and the deaths he has aided by unlawfully distributing ammunition. I could almost taste the sweet victory that would come after he was dealt with and tucked away. The world would be safer if the likes of him weren’t free and powerful.

It’s one of the reasons I pushed forward despite how dangerous my job was. Knowing I was providing a safer environment for people, especially kids, to thrive in kept me going, especially in tough situations like this one. I thought about the kid somewhere whose life would be spared by my simple act, and the job didn’t seem so daunting.

My phone buzzed with a message from Vivian saying the cameras had been overridden and it was safe for me to come out. I looked ridiculous, sneaking out of his room in nothing but my panties, moving from one corner of the house to another till I completely assembled my clothes, held my shoes by the strap, and got down to business. Mikhail did not strike me as the type to stay in bed till 8 a.m., so the faster I worked and hurled my ass out of his apartment before he woke up, the better for me.

My search started in the living room. I didn’t expect to find much there. People rarely kept anything of importance in their living room, but I’ve been in this work long enough to know most art collectors loved to hide clues in their art. The abstract painting above the elaborate fireplace was the first to catch my eye. It looked like it held lots of secrets with its black and red swirls.

Standing on my tippy toes, I moved the canvas around, straining my ear for movements or clicks. I also pulled it from its hanging position, inspecting the wall behind it, running my fingers around it for buttons and hollow areas.

I repeated the action with nearly all the artwork I could find in the living room and corridor. Rehearsing the perfect explanation I had planned should Mikhail find me in an implicating position. He already knew I was an art lover, making it easy for me to escape suspicions. I could easily say I was observing them, and in the worst-case scenario, he thinks I’m an art thief and has oneof his men hurl me out in the same manner they treated the guy from the club.

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