Page 10 of The Virgin and the Mob Boss

Her eyes dart to the gun on my side and then back to me. Maybe she’s thinking I don’t know how to be gentle. To be fair, I’m not sure I do. But for this, I’ll do my best.

“Just breathe,” I say calmly as I slide my hand down the inside of her thigh. “This won’t hurt.”

My knuckles brush over the short curls on her pussy, and her eyes widen. When I part her lips, she sucks in a breath, but I don’t stop. The pad of my thumb rubs a small circle around her clit as my finger teases her opening. I can feel how hot and wet she is, no matter how much she wants to deny it.

As slowly as I can stand it, I push a finger into her cunt. Her little hole squeezes around it like she’s not used to an intrusion. She’s not because the second I’m inside her, I can feel her virginity. But I’m not ready for this to be over yet.

The whole time I’ve been circling her clit, and I can feel how wet it’s made her. When I look at her face, her eyes are squeezed shut like she’s fighting the pleasure. Oh, sweet Pru. It’s too late for that.

I gently thrust the finger inside her a little deeper, and as much as she doesn’t want to like it, she does. A soft moan escapes her as I press against her clit and then circle it some more. She’s dripping down my finger now, and I love how hot I’ve made her.

“Just a little more,” I say and use my other hand to push her thigh against the bed. It opens her wider, and she moans at the pressure.

A few more circles around her clit, and she’s gripping the sheet for control. Her back arches, and she sucks in a breath as the blush from her cheeks creeps down to her tits. I watch the hard little peaks turn a dark rosy red, and then she’s cumming.

When she cries out in pleasure, I shove two more fingers inside of her to pop her cherry hard and fast. Her eyes fly open and lock with mine as I thrust the fingers in and out. She’s so wet she’s made it easy, and despite the shock of them, she moans. She grips around them tighter as she keeps cumming, and I help her ride it out.

She falls back against the mattress limply, and I reluctantly slide my fingers out of her. She watches me as I bring one after the other to my mouth and lick off the remnants of her pleasure and her virginity.

“Well, it looks like you weren’t lying,” I say and force myself to take a step back. She snaps her knees together, effectively taking away my view of her pretty pussy.

“I told you I wasn’t,” she huffs, and I grin at her. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because you look fucking beautiful when you cum for me,” I tell her. “Plus, if anyone checks for your cherry now, it’s all mine.”

I wink at her before I go to the bedroom door and unlock it.

Chapter Seven

PRU

I stare at the closed bedroom door, my body still humming. What the heck just happened? Did he really take my virginity and then lick it off his fingers? I press my thighs together and tell myself that it was not hot. I repeat it over and over in my head, trying to force myself to believe it.

Does this mean I’m ruined? That’s some bullshit. I don't care about my virginity, but to think that I’m ruined because I am no longer a virgin irritates me. I pull myself from the bed and put my clothes back on. I am not going to wait for him to come back and find me lying in his bed naked. But now that I’m dressed, I’m not really sure what I am going to do.

I suppose I should try and run away and attempt to get my life into my own hands. Everything is always chosen for me. I wanted to choose Vitaly, but that was a mistake. Now I’m a pawn in whatever game he wants to play with my father. He’ll use me until he’s gotten what he needs, then toss me away. I can’t let that happen.

Deciding I should look for a weapon, I go to the other side of the bed and start opening drawers. “Oh shit,” I whisper to myself when I see a gun.

I’ve been around guns my whole life, but this is the first time I’ve ever touched one. It's heavy as I turn it over and inspect it. I know the basics, so I look for the safety. I fiddle around with it for a moment, and eventually I think I find it. Not that I can test it.

I shove it in the front of my yoga pants and pull my hoodie down over it. After that, I check myself in the mirror to make sure that it can’t be seen. Once I’m good, I look around and decide I should check this place out.

I'm going to assume that I'm not locked in the bedroom. Who would place a lock on the outside of their own bedroom door? Unless he regularly does this kind of thing. Irritation hits me again thinking about Vitaly kidnapping other girls and locking them up in his room. I shouldn’t care, and I don’t. Not one bit.

Whatever.

When I open the door, I scream in surprise. I wasn’t expecting someone to be standing there waiting on me.

“Good morning.” The same man from last night greets me. He was the one that gave me the drugged cake.

“Good morning? No, it is not a good morning,” I snap at him.

“I am Francis.” He bows his head, but I’m not going to be deterred by his politeness.

“You drugged me.”

“But you got a good night's rest.”

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