Page 18 of Anastasia

“I am not your puppy that you can call on whenever you want to. Secondly, I don’t even understand why I was brought here,” I pointed out.

Mr. Romano was known as a man without mercy. What I expected as a response was anger, but instead, he smirked at me. Not knowing whether to be scared or grateful, my eyebrow rose in question.

Abruptly, he leaned in closer, his lips freezing me in my spot as they grazed against my jawline. I was hoping he didn’t notice the shiver that flowed through me.

“You’re right, you’re not my puppy. You’re my little Barbie doll, no? I get to play with you when and how I want,” he whispered into my ear as the hand he left perched on my thigh began to move against my clit. “As for the other thing, I wanted to let you know of your invitation to my friend’s wedding. No need to be rude to me, Barbie. I only want to be your friend.”

I grabbed his hand, and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn’t go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

“I saw and heard what you do to your friends, that is the last thing I want to be,” I said behind narrowed eyes. Even though I sounded confident, my heart was pumping with fear. I knew what his hands were capable of, and for some reason, my body wouldn’t run the hell out of the room.

“What do you want to be then?” he asked with a smirk still playing on his lips. I felt his other hand easily make its way up from my waist and toward my breast. As I began to let go of his hand that was prepared to finger me, I reached for his other hand. It was becoming a game of ‘Don’t let the mafia man grab your body parts.’

“I want to go back in the club and make as much money as I can,” I stated. Like before, I tried to get up but he grabbed me and dragged me onto his lap. I couldn’t deny how aroused I was beginning to feel by being on top of him. Who was I kidding? A single glance in my direction had me wet.

“I pay you for your company,” he explained, as if that was supposed to make me feel better.

“What kind of person do you think I am, your escort?” I challenged. He shook his head, his hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. I could smell his rich cologne but couldn’t exactly pinpoint what kind it was. Based on how much money he seemed to have, I was sure that it could’ve been custom made.

“Do you want to be?” he asked. I grabbed his hands on my waist before dropping them to his sides. Getting off his lap, I turned around. The moment I did, he pushed me down so my chest laid on top of the table while his hands moved down to my bottom.

“I was kidding. Why don’t you let me joke?” he asked, pressing his hard-on against me. I bit down on my lip as I could feel every inch of him upon me. All I could hope for was that he wouldn’t lift up my skirt to see how wet he made me.

My mind was too busy with an internal battle, so I didn’t pay much attention to his hand trailing underneath my skirt. Instinctively, I pushed closer against him, leaving his hand that was once underneath my skirt to come crawling up to my neck.

“What do you want from me, Mr. Romano?” I seethed. His hand wandered down from my neck to my waist, where he pulled up the tight fabric of my crop top. The feel of his skin against mine only built the sensations deep within. My eyes shut momentarily at the thought of everything he could do to me.

“Valentino,” he said. I had to stop myself from moaning when his hand disappeared into my crop top and pushed past my bra. His flesh was against my bare boob with his erection pressing right up against my most sacred area. Biting down on my lip, he teased the bud of my nipple, leaving me to warn my hip not to make any movement against his.

“I want to fuck you right on top of this table,” he muttered. A small squeal escaped my mouth when he flipped me over so my back was pressed against the table. My eyes met his darker ones. Desire was pooling in his eyes as he looked at my body hungrily. It was as if he hadn’t eaten in months and I was his first meal.

I shouldn’t do it.My family would be in jeopardy and Janice warned me that he was a man to not be played with. However, one thing I couldn’t deny was how turned on he made me. My breathing was growing heavier by the second. Without another thought, I grabbed him by his neck and pressed his lips down against mine. He immediately dove his tongue into my mouth, exploring everything I had to offer.

My legs immediately wrapped around him as I pressed against him. Slowly, my body began to move against his as his mouth wandered lower to my neck. A moan ripped out of me as his hand cupped my tit before his mouth returned to mine.

I ignored his fingers that unwrapped my legs from around him right before he pushed my skirt down my legs. The feeling of being completely bare except for the panties I had underneath made everything feel even better. His hand moved my panty aside like he had done previously while his mouth had never left mine.

My back arched, leaving my breast to meet his chest once his finger had dived into my sex. I broke the kiss once again when a moan shredded out of me. I felt on fire as he pulled away to look at me. He bit down on his lip while his finger pummeled in and out of me at an inhuman pace. When he added a second finger, it took everything for my body to not cave into my desires.

If I thought my breathing was heavy before, I was not prepared for how hard I was breathing now. The eye contact he held with me was almost promising. It was as if he were telling me that he could do so much more with me, and that it was a guarantee I would feel blissful no matter what it was.

Not much time passed before I could feel my lower region tightening against his fingers. It happened before I could stop it as an orgasm washed through me. I let out moan after moan until I was finished.

He removed his fingers from inside of me with a smirk. Then, he brought it up to my lips with a knowing look on his features. “Taste yourself.”

I looked down at his fingers to see my juices had coated them. Staring intensely into his eyes, I stuck my tongue out. His eyes dropped from mine to stare directly at my lips right before placing his fingers directly on my tongue. I grabbed onto his hand so he wouldn’t pull away and gently wrapped my lips around his fingers. He looked hypnotized when I sucked them and swirled my tongue against the tips of them.

“Cazzo, mia bella,” he said softly before sitting down in his chair directly in front of me. I quickly sat up on the table, allowing my eyes to drop down to his erection. He was extremely hard and it looked like it would tear me apart. My eyes picked up on how it was straining against his slacks.

“You never truly answered my questions,” I muttered softly.

He gazed at me for a while, then pulled me right back down onto his lap. I allowed him to grab a fistful of my hair before his head buried itself into the crook of my neck. The feeling of him sucking against my skin caused me to try to push him away, although, no matter how hard I pushed, he pulled me even closer.

“Mr. Romano, you’re going to leave a hickey and I still have to work tomorrow,” I groaned irritably as he continued to suck against my skin. Attempting to push him away again didn’t work, but he did stop momentarily before moving on to somewhere else.

“Mr. Romano,” I repeated.

His hand latched onto my waist where he squeezed me. While his one hand held onto my waist, his other one was still gently pulling my hair to keep me in place. Despite the fact that I just had an orgasm, he was making me feel turned on once again. Every time he sucked against my skin, I felt a jolt go directly to my core.

---