Page 15 of Owned By the Mafia

My mind drifts back to when I first met Robbie. It was a negotiation that Katya’s family and Quinn’s were having way before they even considered friendly terms. This was purely business; they had sent me to woo Robbie into agreeing to our terms.

He was starting out in the business side of things there, not a hitman, but there was a dangerous air about him that I had found curious. We argued, though.

God, we argued so much during the negotiations because we had to try to one-up each other constantly.

The other people who attended these meetings with us couldn’t get a word in edge-wise. We were sworn enemies trying to come to an agreement to prevent blood spilling unnecessarily.

I close my eyes, and my hand slips between my legs, exploring the folds of my throbbing pussy, as I cast my mind back to that day. Robbie had asked me to meet him in private to discuss new terms, thinking he could bully me if he got me alone. It didn’t work, and soon, we were standing in front of each other, shouting at the top of our lungs. We were in his office, and before I knew what happened, he had my hands above my head. His one large hand bound my thin wrists together as he kissed me hungrily.

I lick my lips as I remember how he touched me through my panties. That was the first time he had placed his hands on me, and I enjoyed it so much. He had worshipped my body but kept me in a submissive role. He was in control, and he was rough. He didn’t treat me like a dainty lady.

I swallow hard as I remember how he bent me over his desk and pulled my underwear down. He kept a hand between my shoulders to keep me down, though I didn’t resist as he slid his thick chunk of meat inside me. I wasn’t thinking of my family then. I was thinking of this red-haired Irish man, twelve years my senior, popping my cherry on his desk like a common whore.

I had whimpered as he broke me. From pain and excitement, and he just kept me pinned as he fucked me. He didn’t cum inside me that day, he made me stand up, and he lifted my skirt. He pushed the tip of his cock into my panties and stroked himself until they were lathered in a thick stream of semen. Then he looked me in the eyes as he pulled them back up, reached down, and rubbed the wet bodily fluid against my pussy.

I all but crumbled with desire, and it took us a moment to gather our wits. We agreed then to sleep together but keep family business out of it. No emotions. No feelings. No attachments.

Sex and fuckery and everything between that didn’t lead us down a path our families would disapprove of.

The heads of the families now might understand, but the people we’re commanding will see us as traitors if they knew we fell into bed with each other. You didn’t cross those lines. It was already salty because the higher-ups did it.

My eyes snap open, and I glance to my left, my fingers gently circling my throbbing clit.

Robbie is there, his arms crossed over his bare chest. I forgot how gorgeous that Celtic tattoo on his chest is. He has no socks and shoes on—just his work pants.

My eyes reach his, and I study his face. His rusty stubble and red hair extenuate his features.

I swallow and open my mouth to tell him to go.

Nothing comes out, and he smirks.

He takes a step toward me, and I don’t stop him. I watch as his hands trail down to his pants, and he starts undoing them, his erection tenting the fabric already.

My breath catches, and my heart races. Am I having a panic attack? Or am I aroused? Maybe a little bit of both... Robbie is a dangerous man, but if I say no, I know in my heart he’ll stop. He drops his pants to the floor, and his thick member, covered in crossing veins, stands to attention. I look to the other side of my shower at the wall and sense him climb in behind me.

I close my eyes, feel him kiss my shoulder, and his hands trail up my sides. One hand moves to the front of me and cups my right breast. He moves closer, and I feel his erection against the small of my back as his other hand slides between my legs to join my hand.

He kisses my shoulder again, and I remove my hand, pressing both of my hands against the wall.

The first thing I learned about Robbie is he likes to fuck, he likes to fuck hard, and he likes to fuck long.

I don’t know if I have the stamina to do this, but my body is reacting to him, betraying me. Using two fingers, he parts the top of the lips between my legs, and using the middle finger, he slowly massages my clit. I buck slightly, but he holds me firm against him. That’s all he does, just rubs my clit, over and over and over and over.

I shake slightly, the lower part of my body warming with hunger. His lips are against my shoulder, and I feel teeth. He always liked biting.

That finger speeds up a little, and I gasp out. His right hand pinches my nipple and twists it slowly. I whimper, finally managing one word.

“Yes.”

Robbie lets me go, and I turn around. He places an arm against the wall to my left and uses his right to lift my leg.

“I’m not as patient as I once was,” he murmurs before kissing me deeply. Without warning, he angles himself and slides his thick cock into me. I’m ashamed that I’m wet enough that there’s no resistance. It just slides in there, stretching me until it strikes that sweet spot. He always feels too big, just slightly, but when he moves, it feels like he flicks every sexual nerve of my vaginal wall.

He pulls out and thrusts in hard.

He waits.

He pulls out and thrusts in hard.

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