Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

‘What the fuck?”

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.

“I’d watch your language if I were you.” I couldn’t care less, if I’m honest, and my amusement is clear in my voice, but I’m still her boss, and I have a part to play here.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Are you stalking me or something?” She looks around the office. “You can’t be in here.”

“Actually, I can.” I set my hands over what is now my desk.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Now now, Miss Morano, is that any way to speak to your boss?”

Her pouty lips part in shock as she glances at the desk, empty of all personal details, and realization dawns on her face.

She takes a step back toward the door.

“Andre…” she whispers.

I bite back the groan wanting to rip out from me at the sound of my name on her lips, my cock already hardening as I take in her form-fitting black dress and her more natural make up. She’s beautiful, and my memories haven’t been giving her justice.

“Lila.” I lean back in the chair.

She is shaking her head. “No. You can’t. This is… You can’t be here.”

“I own the company.” I shrug.

Lila blinks.

I point to one of the black leather chairs opposite mine. “Why don’t you take a seat, and we can talk?”

Lila frowns, but she walks over to stand behind the chair before me to the right.

“You bought the company because I wouldn’t return your calls?”

I can’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Lila. I purchased the company because it was a good investment. The fact that you’re here is an added bonus.”

“What do you want from me?” Lila whispers, moving to sink into the chair.

Her shoulders slump, and up close I notice the dark circles beneath her eyes.

Has she not been sleeping too? Have I kept her up at night, plaguing her dreams as she has mine?

“Confirmation that you’re not planning on doing anything stupid.”

“You mean anything else? I already slept with you, so it’s a bit late for that.”

“You overheard me on the phone that night.” I wait for her to deny it.

From the way her cheeks pale even more, I have my suspicion confirmed, and I grind my teeth together.

“I want to make sure that conversation is going to stay private.”

“For god’s sake. It’s been weeks…No! Never mind!” She takes a deep breath. “Is that a threat?”

“Think of it more of a recommendation,” I tell her, looking down at my laptop and pulling up my email.

“Andre—”

I glance up from the screen and almost melt at the sight of her ocean blue eyes.

Fuck, I’d forgotten how stunning she is. I know I need to be around her to ensure her silence, but this is going to be so much harder than I thought. Especially when my dick is throbbing in my pants, practically screaming at me to bend her over this very desk and show her who’s her boss.

“You can go now.” I try to sound bored. I can’t let her know how much she affects me. Not when she could use it against me.

Lila opens her mouth as if to say something else, her eyes searching my face for an answer I refuse to give her.

At my silence, she gets up and stalks out slamming the door behind her, and I can’t say my eyes aren’t glued to her luscious ass the entire time.

Turning back to my laptop, I close my email and open up my security app which shows a live feed of all the cameras I had installed the moment Max signed on the dotted line.

I flick through them, looking quickly at the main reception area, the break room, my office, and finally Lila’s office. I sit back in my chair, watching as she walks in and kicks off her heels. I smile as she rubs her hands over her face and starts pacing the room.

I love that my being here has such an effect on her.

“I’m in your head, Lila Morano.”

And you’re in mine.

As if to confirm that thought, my dick rubs against the zipper of my pants, and I bite back a groan as I watch Lila.

The smell of her perfume still lingers in the air around me, transporting me back to the booth at the bar, my tongue licking her neck as I teased her nipple through her dress.

“Fuck, Lila.”

I let myself give into the temptation of her. Just because I have a no-sleeping-with-a-woman-more-than-once rule, doesn’t mean I can’t jerk off to her.

Before I have a chance to talk myself out of it, I reach down and undo my pants, reaching into my boxers and pulling my aching cock free.

It seems no amount of self-pleasuring satisfies the need to be buried inside Lila. Simply watching her perch on the edge of her desk, her legs crossed over one another causing her dress to rise up and expose her thighs, has me gripping my cock and pumping hard.

“Fuck.” I press a few buttons on my laptop and zoom in.

I allow myself to remember what it was like to trail my fingers along the soft skin of her inner thigh, feeling the wetness pool between her legs as I slowly ran my tongue up her center.

I move my thumb over the tip of my cock, cursing at the bead of precum already forming.

With Lila, it’s like I’m nothing more than a horny teenager, quick off the mark as I let my eyes fall to her chest on the screen.

Her dress is form fitting and barely contains her full tits, which beg to break free of the material.

What I wouldn’t do to storm in there and rip it right off her before wrapping those delicious thighs around my waist and fucking her so hard she’s screaming my name for the entire building to hear.

Because everyone needs to learn who Lila Morano belongs to.

I tighten my grip on my cock, hissing as I start increasing my pace.

She is mine.

Even if I can’t have her in the way she deserves, the thought of someone else touching her, being inside her, has my blood heating with rage.

I want to mark her. Have her spread on the desk before me like a fucking dessert as I spill onto those luscious tits. To know that she walks around this office with the evidence of my claiming beneath her dress.

“Lila…” I pump my cock faster, my grip almost painful as my release starts to build at the base of my spine.

As if she can hear me call her name, she leans back on her hands, arching her back as she rolls her neck as if to release some built-up tension.

There are plenty of better ways I could help with that issue. I itch to barge into her office and get on my knees for her. Have her throw her legs over my shoulders as I sink my tongue inside her pussy, licking her until she’s begging for release.

The phantom taste of her on my tongue has me working myself to the point of climax.

I reach for the box of tissues on my desk, knowing that there’s no stopping it now, not when I’m thinking of nothing but Lila’s glistening sex as she comes on my tongue.

My balls tighten as I flick my wrist, rubbing the slick head of my cock.

My hips buck as I spill into the tissue, a strangled noise escaping my lips as I watch Lila lift her arms above her head and stretch.

My eyes flutter closed for a moment as I pump every last drop of cum from my cock before sagging back in my chair, panting as I come down from the high.

Footsteps sound down the hall, and I glance down at the sodden tissue in my left hand, my still hard cock in my right.

I hastily clean myself up and am just tucking myself back into my pants when my office door opens, and my new assistant walks in.

“Mr. De Luca, I have the file you asked for⁠—”

“Don’t you know how to fucking knock?” I slam the hand that had moments before been wrapped around my cock onto the desk.

Ally, I think that’s her name, jumps, her cheeks reddening as she looks at me with wide eyes, clutching the gray folder to her chest.

“I-I’m so s-sorry⁠—”

I shake my head, holding up a finger to silence her.

“You’re fired.”

“Please—”

“If you are incompetent enough to not even knock on my office door, then you’re not fit to work for me.”

“It’ll never happen again.” Ally’s voice shakes.

“You’re right, it won’t. Because you’re fired. Now get the hell out of my office.”

Tears well in Ally’s eyes, and a pang of regret hits me at acting so abruptly, but I stay silent as I watch her drop the file on my desk with a shaking hand before exiting my office.

“Fuck.” I run my hands through my hair.

This whole business with Lila has got me so worked up. I need to get my shit together before I do something way worse than jacking off behind my desk and exploding at my assistant.

I reach into the top drawer of my desk and pull out a small gold pendant on a long chain—a heart made with rose quartz.

It glimmers in the light shining through the window, and my heart aches as I turn the heart over between my thumb and forefinger.

“What am I going to do with you?”