Page 3 of A Mafia's Treasure

I can’t resist, because I won’t tap out, so if I am going to die right now, this is a fine fucking way to go, I slide my hand over her ass and slap, over and over.

Her legs loosen slightly, but not enough to release me, so I run my hand between her crack, dancing over her forbidden hole and along her soft slit, she’s soaking wet, and we both groan.

She’s like no one I have ever met before, and she gets off on kicking the shit out of people! I don’t let up, and each time I stroke and tap, she loosens her grip until finally I can breathe, but not for fucking long.

I yank her ass up and over my face, then start eating her like she is my last fucking meal. She tastes as good as she smells. Her legs start to shake as I add two of my fat fingers inside her tight cunt, and her channel grips my fingers as she comes.

Removing my fingers, I flip her over, sliding both our bottoms off, then in one sharp movement I sink into her. She screams at the sudden intrusion, but that won't make me stop. This bitch had me close to tapping out, but the tables have turned. The only one wanting to tap out now will be her, and I will be the only one that decides when enough … is enough.

Chapter3

Frankie

Fuck! What the fuck was that? I scramble away from him as I reach for my bottoms and pull them on. I can’t believe that I fucked my boss on my first fucking day! Although, it wasn’tallmy fault …

“Don’t tell me you're getting shy now, sweetheart.” He laughs as he stands up and reaches for his shorts, not giving a shit that his cock is free and swaying back and forth as he moves freely.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Oh, I’m not shy, that was a shitty move on your part. You should have tapped out. Why didn’t you?” I snap at him, angry that he didn’t give in when we were fighting and angry that I gave into the urges I get when I fight. I need to work on that. And fast!

He keeps watching me, his dark eyes keeping me frozen to the spot, as he pulls on his shorts. A smile appears on his cocky face that has just the right amount of stubble on it.

I can’t resist looking at him from head to toe. His muscles move as he dresses, tattoos dancing as he does. I have never seen a man with so many tattoos, but he suits it. From his neck to his ankles is covered in art, and I have to admit I’m intrigued.

He strolls over and picks up a bottle of water, gulping it down while looking at me.

“Well?” I raise my hands and shrug, still waiting for his answer.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I thought it’d be rude to interrupt you while you were eye fucking me.” He laughs. “Now that you’ve finished, I guess we should talk.” He winks at me and jumps out of the cage.

“Oh, we need to fucking talk, but I want to know why you didn’t tap out?” I am almost shouting at him, my frustration showing as I jump out of the cage after him.

When I reach his side, he motions for me to go into the office, and it hasn’t escaped my attention that the gym is now empty. I feel something in my chest, and I’m not sure if I’m disappointed all the men left or relieved, again something else I need to work on. Fuck! This list is starting to get long.

“I didn’t tap out because I never have. I would say I won that round.” His smirk is so fucking annoying it makes me want to punch him.

“I don’t think so. If I hadn’t let up, you’d be dead right now, babe.” I throw him a wink as I sit in the chair opposite the small brown desk, that has paperwork littered all over it.

He starts to laugh … hard. “Let’s clear this up so we can get on with business shall we. The only thing I tapped was your ass, the only one here who tapped the mat … was you. Now, let’s get started.”

I clench my jaw to stop me from reacting because I get the sense that is what he wants, and I am not going to give him that!

“You’re female then?” He looks up from the desk to me as he tilts his head.

Is he fucking serious? “You tell me, smart guy. It wasn’t ten minutes ago you were balls deep inside me, what do you think?” I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Fair point, so why didn’t you say anything when I sent the invite over, why just turn up? You must’ve known that we’d be expecting a guy to rock up,” he asks as he casually leans back in his chair.

“I mean, I guess, but why does it matter? You’ve seen my results and doesn’t matter who I fight. I’m good … really fucking good,” I tell him as I lean forward, resting my forearms onto the desk.

“Look, that’s not the issue. The issue here is we have you booked for a fight in two weeks, it’s already been promoted, the boss thinks you’re a guy, and this is important for business.” He stands and throws the pen back down to the desk, running his hand over the top of his fully shaved head as he turns to look at me, shaking his head he exhales.

“Start training. I don’t have time to find a replacement.” He comes and stands close to me, pulling my chin to look at him, his smile is wide as he tells me, “I’ll get you access to a club because you need to let off steam. We can’t afford to lose because you needed to get laid.”

“What the fuck!” I pull my head out of his grip and stand, shoving the chair backward. The bang as it hits the floor is the only noise I hear before I lunge forward, landing my fist, catching him sweetly on his nose, only to hear the cartilage break and feel the splatter of blood spurting out of his nose.

Fuck! He’s right, the feeling I get is wrong, but it feels so fucking right.

His hand grips around my neck swiftly, pushing me against the wall hard, then he uses his other hand and roughly shoves it down my leggings.

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