I’m tired of playing a game I didn’t even know the rules to.
I’m in charge now.
I scoop her up in my arms and plant a hard kiss on her lips. She breathes out hard through her nose, but she doesn’t pull away. Her mouth is warm and wet, and it instantly makes my dick hard. I wonder what the rest of her feels like, what her warm wet cunt tastes like.
I swirl my tongue in her mouth, and the way she licks at mine with these soft little teasing jabs sends electric sparks down my spine.
She aches her back and melts in my arms, pulling away. Her eyes are closed and her lips turn up into a smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever come home from work and got greeted like that before,” she says.
“Get used to it,” I say, brushing her hair out of her face.
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or frightened,” she says with a giggle. “Does fighting with your mother turn you on?”
“No,” I say, tracing the straps of her slip dress, running my fingers off her soft flesh. “That was just bad timing. I’ve been thinking about this moment all day.”
She smiles from ear to ear. “Been thinking about this moment all my life.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, cocking my head to the side as she takes my hands in hers.
“I don’t know if I ever told you this, but I’ve kinda always had a crush on you, Serafin.” I know she’s teasing me on purpose. Even though the years have been long and unkind, that sparkle in her eye is still there. I drop the straps of her dress down her shoulders, and she shivers. “And I like when you take charge. Nobody’s ever stood up for me like you have. You always have.”
I press my lips to her shoulder, tasting her flesh, taking in her sweet smell, and in this moment everything in my world is right. The only pain I feel is the aching in my boxers, my cock desperate for release. The way she grinds up against my leg doesn’t help. I know she wants me just as bad as I want her. She’s spent so many years making me work for it, though, and now I’m going to make sure she feels exactly the same way.
“Go in my office and take that dress off,” I say, motioning down the hallway, feeling emboldened, and devious, my mind racing with everything I’ve ever wanted to do with her. Now that she’s here I’m going to take my time.
“Serafin,” she gasps, her eyes growing wide. I grab her hand it place it on my hard dick.
“I have some things to take care of before you take care of me,” I growl. I put my hand between her legs, the warmth coming from her pussy through her lace panties undeniable. I should take her right here, bend her over the back of the couch and thrust into that sweet pussy until she can’t walk for the next week.
I’ve been waiting twelve years for this.
What’s twelve more minutes in the grand scheme of things? My house. My rules. My Mia once and for all.
“Go on,” I say with a nod. “I’ll be with you shortly.”
Her breath is choppy and she bites her lip nervously as she walks across the room, her high heels clicking clumsily the entire way. She looks over her shoulder at me, and as our eyes connect, I feel like my life is suddenly starting all over again. For the very first time, all these years of pain and suffering are compacted into seconds flashing before my eyes. This was always how things were meant to be. I wonder if she feels the same way.
“Don’t even think about getting off without me,” I command, and her face blushes bright red. “I’ll know. Bad girls get punished.”
“I’ve been really bad,” she says, licking her lips.
I swear she struts out of the room, her head held high, her chest pressed out, and all I can do is bring my fist to my mouth and clear my throat. This woman was my demise since the day I laid eyes on her, and I obviously haven’t learned my fucking lesson.
At least this time around, whatever happens between us will be on my terms.
No lawless thugs will come between us, or over controlling parents. No money, no family guilt, no arranged marriages or bullshit of any kind.
If I fuck this up, it’s all on me.
And that’s scarier than all of that shit combined.
11
Mia:
“What are you doing with your life, Mia?” I whisper, slapping my hands off my face as I nervously pace around his office.
After dinner last night, I crawled straight into bed, pulled the covers up over my head and squeezed my eyes shut tight. I thought telling him about his parents would’ve made him send me away immediately, but instead, he believed me. He trusted me, and it made me feel like a monster.
I couldn’t stop replaying our past in my mind, barely getting a wink of sleep, thinking about all the sweet things he’d done for me back then. Everyone saw him as a mobster, a thug, a bad guy, but with me, he was always so kind and gentle, rescuing kittens and being a perfect gentleman always, even though I know he wanted to get in my pants.
When I showed up for work at Jakub’s office today, nobody treated me like I was there to pay off a debt. I assumed I was going to be scrubbing toilets and licking envelopes, but everybody in that office treated me like I was part of their team the second I walked in the door. I spent most of the day learning everyone in the office’s coffee orders and where we order food from on what days, but I also got to be in the room with Jakub when he met with some of his clients. I’ve never been around celebrities before,
