Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Angels began to sing...
**ROMANY**
I felt the bed dip next to me. My face was turned toward the opposite wall, so I wasn't able to peek. I thought I heard someone
sigh, but I couldn't be sure. I wasn't completely aware yet, so I decided to wait it out.
Sure enough, someone shifted on the bed behind me, shaking the entire thing with their weight. I didn't know what they intended
but whatever it was it couldn't be good. Soon, I felt the person scoot closer to my back, felt the radiating heat of that someone's
body against my own. *Shit.* I braced myself for what might come next.
A large warm hand closed over the outside of my leg then stroked slowly and steadily up over my hip. My heart stuttered,
battering against my chest, but I remained still. The hand began to squeeze gently, rubbing soothing circles over my bare arms
on the outside of the blanket. The fingers were slightly calloused, the palm large and commanding. It was obvious it was a man.
But who?
When the palm stroked heavily over my shoulder and then down my exposed back, I couldn't help but shiver. As the hand slid
over my arm again, the naughty thing slipped *under* the blanket and onto my naked hip. It froze there for a second before ever
so gently sliding over one naked ass cheek and causing me to arch my back reflexively. The person behind the hand groaned
softly, before stroking up and down my back in a soothing exploration of flesh. It was about time that I 'woke up' and removed
this guy's balls, but the stroking he was giving me felt *too* good.
The man shifted closer, his hand traipsing down over my ass again, this time all the way under the cleft. He began to knead and
squeeze and circle my flesh, causing my cheeks to spread a bit with every pass of his hand. He sighed heavily and I felt his
breath on my neck. His hand began to wander more heavily, no longer stroking as lightly as before, his fingers starting to spread
out and caress. I felt a warm, full mouth kissing softly over my shoulder and I nearly panicked. *How dark is it in here?*
I gasped, my eyes shooting open as I flipped onto my back, pulling the blanket up with me to cover my chest. I was only half
shocked when I saw who it was. The offhand thought that *I should have known it was him the moment he started stroking my
ass* screamed into my brain as I stared at him.
"Damien," I whispered.

He was laying on his side, on the top of the covers, one arm propped over the tops of the pillows and the other stretched toward
me. It took a moment for my brain to process the other, more important, super clitoric detail, but when I did I was forced to cross

my legs. The man was shirtless and his thorns and vines were everywhere. *I could eat every single meal off those abs for the
rest of my life and never ever be full.*
"Hi," he whispered, with a half smile. The lust in his eyes still burned white hot as his gaze seemed to pass over every one of my
lines and curves. "You're naked," he rasped, looking wickedly guilty.
I blushed, glad that it was too dark for him to notice. "I am," I confirmed. "I was alone when I chose this path."
He chuckled, shifting his body slyly so that he was propped above me with one heavy leg slightly stretched over the top of mine.
The intensity of which his muscles were cut across his body held me riveted. Every little move he made - whether it was to
wiggle his fingers, or twist his hips - set off a riot of muscles that flexed and contracted with lethal fluidity. The thorny vines that
wrapped up his arms, continued over his shoulders, then across the back of his neck, and finally down his chest to cross over his
abs. Each and every time he breathed I watched them come to life with the shift of his muscles. When he fisted his hand in the
blanket and his forearms flexed, I almost cried.
"I broke the lock on the balcony door," he whispered, reaching under my back to drag me into the middle of the bed.
"The balcony?" I snapped. "How in the hell?" But then again, there were his muscles. He probably climbed up the wall like
Spiderman and then simply climbed over the rail.
Laughing softly, he lowered his body over mine, cleverly draping himself over the top of me so that I couldn't move. With his
chest hovering just a few inches above my own, the need to touch him was starting to overpower me and I could feel my body
responding in every little way.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here tonight," he said suddenly, as he watched his right hand stroke over the cinch of my waistline then over
the flare of my hip and back again. "Alex sent me on an errand."
*Why am I not surprised?*
*Well, while you were out I was savagely dry humped and then attacked by zombies.* Nope. Not going there.
"That's okay. You didn't miss much," I lied, and God it felt awful. But there honestly wasn't any good that could come from telling
him the truth just now. Never mind the fact that I'm still feeling pretty stupid about the whole thing and if *no one* should ever find
out, well then, so be it. Besides, like Alex said, it's against the rules so I can't say nothin'. Bleh.

His eyes dragged over me as he lowered himself even closer. "I needed to be here with you," he said just barely, staring
pointedly at my lips.

*Oh shit, oh shit. His beautiful ass is going to try and kiss me! Fuck!*
Before he could come down any lower, I raised my hands and settled them on his chest. My goal was to keep him back, but the
moment I touched him, I lost the capacity to think and ended up moaning as I stroked the contours of his chest. *Oh mama.*
"Shit," he hissed, rocking his hips into me as he reached up and fisted both hands in my hair.
My traitorous mouth fell open with a moan, the slight sting of my scalp, pure ecstasy as he dipped his head down and his mouth
closed over my throat.
*Oh no, oh no! Not the neck, no!*
"Damien," I gasped, as he sucked and licked with slow languorous strokes. He didn't stop, swirling and kissing up the side of my
neck to my jawline, before nibbling my ear.
"I want to kiss you," he groaned heavily, tightening his grip in my hair and tilting my head back to expose more of my throat.
*God I hope his eyes are closed.*
I had to do something to take control. I needed to get him out of here long enough for me to get dressed and figure out how to
hide my blemishes. So I began to pant loudly as I traced my hands down the grooves of his arms and then shifted my hands
toward his crotch. As stealthily as possible, I unbuttoned his pants. I couldn't see it, but the moment it sprung free and hit my
palm the Angels began to sing. *Holy fuck he is big.* I moaned as I took him into my hands and his entire body froze.
"Shit," he cursed, lifting up to press his forehead against mine. "Oh.. baby."
I squeezed him with both hands, stroking and pulling, in a rolling rhythm that my old professor taught me to use. *Sick... I know!*
But useful as fuck. The harder I gripped him, the lower I rolled him, the faster I stroked him, the more that I moaned. His eyes
were half-lidded and watching me so intently that a fire lit between my folds and I had to promise myself that I'd let him put it out
the first chance I got.
He began to tense and shudder above me. Lifting himself higher as he thrust into my hands. "I'm gonna cum all over you," he
promised, his jaw going tight. "Fuck!"
He was there, I could feel it, so I swirled one finger over the tip before choking his base with both hands as I moaned. "Mmm," he
shudders, his dick pulsating into my hip as he explodes all over the front of my blanket.

"Fuck," he growled out, before slamming his lips onto mine and stealing my breath away. Moaning deliciously, he sucks on my
lip, swirling his tongue exquisitely over mine. "Now," he murmurs, teasing my lips with his teeth, his breath still
ragged. *And God I love the way he kisses...* He dips in again, murmuring softly as he tastes my lips, "I want you to tell me,"
another kiss, before he raises up to watch my eyes, "Who the fuck put all those marks on you?"