THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

“Just get naked in front of him, that would do the trick,” Samantha said, taking a sip of her drink and not choking on it this time.

“You think that is going to work,” I implored. Silence fell before us when a waiter passed by. I stretched my arms to take a drink from the tray before the waiter left.

“It’s undoubtedly going to work, or you could just give him a preview. If you know what I mean,” Samantha said, winking at me. This time, I was the one doing the choking.

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“Give him a blow job, trust me; you will have him speaking in so many languages at one time, girl.” She smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction.

“I don’t know how to do that; I have never given a blow job to a guy before,” I said, unsure.

“Can you be less cute?. It’s easy, get on your knees, take off his pants, get his dick out, and suck.” She stated it in a matter-of-fact tone, like it was that easy. “Relax; everything will be okay. I don’t think Sin can stay mad at you for long.”

“I hope so; I’m going to the terrace; I need air,” I said, standing up.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Samantha asked, rising up with me.

“No, I will be okay. If you are worried about what happened yesterday, Sin already assigned me my own bodyguard,” I said, pointing at a big, scary guy at the far corner of the room who was staring in our direction.

“Okay, if you need me, I will be right here.”

“Thanks,” I said quietly as I left the hall, walking out to the terrace.

The voice drained out as the silence of the night flowed around me. The terrace was empty; I stood at the edge looking down the backyard, where there was a tree with lanterns hanging on both sides. It was beautiful.

I stood there for quite some time, watching the night sky. I think of how my life was before all this drama, and my family, missing them terribly. I was getting used to Sin even when I didn’t want to, and I couldn’t seem to do anything to prevent it. He was right when he said he wanted to possess every single thought in my head, and he is doing a perfect job at it.

I can’t help but blame everything on myself. I blame myself for letting Stephanie talk me into going to his club that night. I blame myself for putting them in danger since they were under Sin’s constant watch. I blame myself for wanting Sin.

“Amore” Sin’s soft voice startled me out of my thoughts. I quickly composed myself and turned around to see him. “What are you doing out in the cold?” He stood next to me, staring at the lanterns on the tree.

“Needed some fresh air,” I replied and looked away. I felt his hand tuck a strain of my hair behind my ear, and rest the back of his hand on my cheek. I remained still, looking ahead.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked anxiously. “I’m sorry, Nikolai.”

“I was freaking out when I thought something bad was going to happen to you,” he replied, agitated, and I could almost see a hint of fear in his eyes, but maybe I was just seeing things.

“Nikolai, I’m fine; you saved me,” he cursed and pulled at his hair, and I pulled him towards me, “Nothing happened, and that’s all that matters.”

“If you notice, Mani, I’m not great at controlling my anger when it involves you,” he groaned, frustrated.

“I’m fine.  His hands didn’t leave any prints on my face, and the scar on my forehead is barely visible. So you don’t need to beat yourself up, Nikolai.”

His eyes scanned my face, probably to see if I was lying to him, and I was sure he got his answer; he let out a sigh of relief. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

We were interrupted by Samantha, who was laughing at something Luca said. Sin muttered something under his breath and made his way to them. I watched them talk among themselves. I looked at Luca, and he waved at me before coming over and leaving Samantha, Sin, and Jason alone.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Luca asked before standing at the same spot where Sin was a minute ago.

“This is just not my scene.” I shrug, staring deep into the night.

“I know about what happened last night; I’m not going to ask if you’re okay because I’m sure you are tired of being asked the same question. I’m just glad you are okay.” I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me, then gave me a pat on the back.

We were back at the hotel; we left early due to the fact that Sin had a tight schedule the next day, Sin was in the bathroom, having a shower. I swallowed a ball of nerves; my palm was sweaty. I can’t believe I’m going through with this. I was excited and anxious at the same time. What if I don’t do it right?

I took a quick breath to calm my nerves before stepping out of my dress. I removed my bra and pants, then walked into the bathroom. Sin turned around in the shower, surprised to see me, clearly not expecting me to stand naked in front of him by my will. He had confusion dancing in his eyes.

I walked up to him and placed my hands on his chest. I lifted my legs up to kiss his jaw and neck.

“You are playing a dangerous game, amore. I would stop if I were you because I promise I won’t be gentle.” His grip was tight on my arm as he spoke his warning in my ear.

I gulped looking at him, but I grabbed his hand off my arm and placed it on his sides. I turned off the shower. I looked at him, keeping eye contact with him. I kissed his chest, wanting to touch him, dropping to my knees, watching him watch me. His cock was standing tall and hard, so I used my hand to massage his balls, stroking his length with the other.

He hummed and grunted, reaching down and pulling my hair back roughly. He bent to my height, and I placed my arms on his thigh to steady myself.

“You better remember, you brought this on yourself, Torreso,” he said with a hint of amusement. “Open your mouth.”

I did as he requested, opening it wide and sticking my tongue out, and he pulled my hair all together in a makeshift ponytail. He held my head still, pushing his cock down my throat. I gagged and choked on his length, but he didn’t pull away.

“This is what you wanted right, you wanted my cock down your throat. I told you to back off. You have been teasing me all night with that dress you wore, and I tried hard to control myself. So remember, Mani, I’m going to fuck your mouth like I fuck that tight pussy.” I nodded with his dick still in my mouth; my core became moist; his member stretched my throat; as he stared down at me.

He pulled out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock, and was covered in my spit. I coughed, using the time to breathe.

“Did you like that, huh?” he asked teasingly, trying to scare me off. I know he wants what I want, so I don’t understand why he won’t just let me do it instead of trying to challenge me.

I looked up at him and nodded; a shocked look was on his face as he let go of my hair and quickly composed himself. I put my hand back on his length, jacking him off a little before putting him back in my mouth, my hand covered in my own spit, and I could feel myself drooling down the side of my mouth.

I bobbed my head on his dick, and he slowly laid back on the wall of the shower. After a long fight with himself, his hands found their way back to my hair. He kept my hair in place, pounding into my mouth with no mercy.

I moaned around his cock, encouraging him to move his hip faster. using my mouth to satisfy himself. His tip reached the back of my throat, and as he pushed it as far back as he could, his ball slapped my chin while he aggressively fisted my mouth.

The weird part of it all was that I was enjoying it. every bit of it.

He pulled my head back and stuck his drenched cock out. Spit ran down my mouth as I gagged. He kept the tip in my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around it, and he moaned. He pushed it against my right cheek using his hand, softly slapping the part of my cheek that bulged out.

That turned me on more for some reason. He pushed his length back into my mouth, not shoving it all the way in, and let me stroke the base of his cock.

“You are going to be a good little girl and swallow my cum, right amore.”

I looked at him and nodded my head with my mouth full of his dick. He grunted, and I began to jerk him faster, rubbing his balls. His grunts and groans are getting louder. He came second later, but I kept on sucking and playing with his tip, taking in his flavour in my mouth, the thick, salty substance on my tongue. I looked up at him before swallowing his cum.

His erection hardened at the sight of that. I was pulled up, and the shower turned on again. He pulled me into his body. He reached behind something at the side of the shower; his lips pressed tenderly against my forehead, and he brought out a washcloth.

Slowly, he started moving it up and down my back. He tenderly and gently rubbed tantalizing sensations up my body. I lean into him and moan a little, resting my head on his chest. Without a word, he continued to wash my body, and it felt so good. He drops the washcloth and trails his finger down my shoulders and arms. They sweep over my collarbone and over my breast, gently flicking my nipples. They were already hard from being turned on, and the cold water didn’t help.

He smiled and leaned in close to me, letting his finger explore my stomach. Then my side, my hip, the side of my thigh. He gently turned me around, his hard cock pressing against my ass; he sneaks his hand down my clit. He slipped a finger inside of me and started pumping lazily.

I placed my hands on the wall for support and let out a moan. He slipped a second finger inside me, increasing his pace just a little. He rubbed my crotch in small circles with his thumb. I bit down on my lip, my legs trembling. His hands eased off of me, and I groaned.

His hand came back down on my clit, and he continued to please me.

“You have been a bad girl, Mani,” he breathed into my ear.

“And bad girls get fucked,” he says before thrusting into my ass. I cried out in pain and pleasure as his cock thrust up into me, splitting me in half and sending me over the edge. I screamed as I came twitching around his cock. He groans and shoves me against the wall, pulling my hip out, still pleasuring me.

I moan and twitch as he starts to fuck me, rough and relentlessly. Pain and pleasure mix in my mind; he kept thrusting in with his urge cock. But every circle of his finger against my cleavage sends my mind into a raging fire of pleasure.