Page 9 of The Virgin and the Mob Boss

Grabbing the chair from beside the bed, I turn it around to face her. I sit back and relax my elbows on the arms of the chair before I let out a long sigh. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Clearly I need to remind her that I’m the one in charge.

“But I don’t have anything under it,” she says and then watches as I clench my hand into a fist.

Now that the light is on her, I can see the blush of her cheeks. She’s shy, and the sight of it turns me on. I can’t remember the last time I got hard at the sight of a woman. If ever, really. But something about Pru puts me on edge. I can’t control my reactions to her, and I despise it. All while craving more.

I wait, refusing to back down, and eventually she realizes her position. She doesn’t have a choice. The power over her makes my cock throb, and I have to adjust myself.

Pru grabs the bottom of her hoodie and slowly raises it over her head. She tosses it to the ground unceremoniously, and I stare at every soft inch of her. She’s got on a simple cotton bra, and I wonder why she isn’t wearing expensive silk. She deserves to be draped in diamonds, and I make a mental note to buy her something pretty to wear.

She must feel the heat of my gaze because she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. At first, she tries to cross them over her chest, but all it does is push her tits up.

“Now the leggings,” I order. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I drag my finger across my bottom lip and try not to blink. I don’t want to miss anything.

She lets out a frustrated huff before shoving her leggings down and kicking them off next to her hoodie. I swallow hard when I see that her panties match her bra. It’s probably the least sexy thing she could ever put on, but I’ve never been more turned on.

Reaching between my legs, I have to adjust myself again. My cock is pushing painfully against my boxer briefs, but I have nowhere else for it to go. Pru’s eyes follow the movement, and I don’t miss how they widen. She knows I’m hard for her, and maybe now she’s understanding what I meant by ruining her.

“The bra,” I say, my voice so deep I can hardly form words.

“But—” She starts to protest, but I shake my head.

“If you refuse, I’ll take it off myself.” My fingers flex, and I imagine pulling the straps down her shoulders and her tits spilling out. Maybe I should be the one to do it after all.

Her cheeks burn as she reaches behind her and then slips the bra off her shoulders. This time I don’t ask her to take off her panties, I nod to them and wait.

When she’s got them off and she’s standing before me completely naked, I lick my lips, wishing I could taste her. Every soft inch of her is perfect. It’s like she was carved out of my fantasies and made just for me.

“Are you a virgin?” I ask, and her eyes snap to mine.

“Yes,” she says through clenched teeth.

“I’ll need proof.” I know that I’ve lost my mind, but I don’t care.

“What?” She looks genuinely confused.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs. I need to make sure you’re intact.” My heart is pounding in my ears as I stand from the chair. “If I intend to use you to get what I want, I need to know if you’ve been kept pure.”

“I promise I am. I’m not lying.”

I tilt my head to the side and pretend to question her. We both know she’s a virgin, but I can’t help myself. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t something I can take your word for.” She glances at the bedroom door. “It’s locked and bolted shut. No one is coming in here, and you’re not going anywhere.”

“But—”

“Are you refusing?” I say cooly and then remove my suit jacket. Once it’s off, she can see that I’m wearing my gun, and maybe it’s a reminder of last night.

She shakes her head before walking over to the bed and taking a seat.

“Lie back,” I tell her as I move closer. “Put your feet on the edge.”

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her naked body on my bed. She props her feet on the edge of the bed, but she’s got her knees squeezed shut.

“Open them,” I order as my cock throbs in time with my heartbeat. Slowly her knees part, and she reveals the pink center between them. The curse that leaves me is almost silent. It’s like I’ve had the wind knocked out of me.

She doesn’t make a sound as I approach her, but her eyes are watching me with something like fear and uncertainty.

I put my hand on her knee, and it jerks at the touch. “Be still,” I tell her. “I’ll be gentle.”

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