Filthy: A Mafia Romance

His thumb found my clit and, with just a flick of it, I was jerking against him shamelessly.

“Oh, you’re going to be easy today,” he told me, his mouth coming down to my neck. He suckled there as he continued to touch me. “I love it when your body just begs me to take you.”

“No,” I tried to tell him, but the word lost its power as I let out a cry of pleasure. He was right; I was already so close.

“Yes. You know the rules, Diana. You come for me or I’ll use your body until you’re begging for release. And you know I’m a man of my word.”

I wanted to tell him he was a despicable, manipulating son of a bitch, but instead I just moaned and rocked my hips against his hand. I felt the pressure build until it was overwhelming. I felt like I was standing on the edge of something, begging him to push me over.

He lifted his lips to my ear and whispered, “Come.”

That was it. I fell.

Pleasure came crashing down around me. I cried out, clinging to him like we were really lovers, and not stuck in the business arrangement from hell.

I was hazy after that. Coming down from my orgasm took a minute, but I was vaguely aware of him lifting me up and carrying me. Then he laid me down. I was aware of the cool sheets against my back and of Ethan crawling over me.

By the time he was spreading my legs and pressing the head of his cock at my entrance, I was back. Then he thrust inside me and we both cried out.

“Fuck!” he yelled and began a hard and fast rhythm that had him panting in minutes. He was aggressive today, determined to use my body to sate whatever lust and tension had taken root inside him. And while I was still boneless from my orgasm, I couldn’t make myself care like I should have. I let him have me, lying back as he plunged inside me again and again.

“You’re mine,” he told me and I clenched my eyes shut against the words. “You’ll always be mine.” Then he pulled out, spilling himself across my stomach, breasts, and the bed beneath us. Marking me. All the while, I wondered just how true his statement was.

# # #

Louis dropped me off after my payment was made. He said nothing and I didn’t even look at him. He got out of the car to open the door for me, but I was already slamming it. I headed up to The Cut to find it empty except for Jessie who was sweeping. She didn’t look happy.

“Where have you been?” she demanded when the little bell sounded over the door.

I adjusted my blouse, feeling suddenly like my tryst was written all over my face and clothes. “I told you. The insurance—”

“This is not about the insurance,” she interrupted, turning to face me. “You were gone for over an hour! And off with some delivery guy? What the hell did he have to do with your insurance company? And I saw those bananas in the back—”

Before she could say another word, I rushed over to her and grabbed her harshly by the shoulders. I gave her a little shake. “Don’t ever do that again. Whatever I’m storing back there is my business. Just stay out of it.”

She stared at me in shock. “Diana, what’s going on?” she asked in a quieter voice. The anger was gone and in its place was just plain old worry. She was scared for me.

Clenching my eyes shut, I released her. A second later, I opened them again and fell back into one of the chairs. A sigh escaped my lips as I accepted I was going to have to tell her something. “I…It’s Chambers,” I blurted.

Jessie’s eyes went wide. “Ethan Chambers? I thought you already told him no?”

I nodded. “I did. That didn’t go over well.”

Frowning, Jessie came to sit in the chair beside me. She swiveled us around so we were facing each other. “What happened?”

I explained. The fire, the deal, the payments…“He’s got me backed into a corner, Jessie, and I don’t know how to get out of it.”

Sympathy washed over Jessie’s face and I was grateful that she didn’t seem to think any less of me. “Oh, honey, that’s horrible. Have you gone to the police?”

I laughed. “Yeah, right. I’ll just go and tell the guys who asked if I committed insurance fraud and determined conclusively that the fire was due to an electrical short that Ethan Chambers is blackmailing me. I’m sure none of them are in his back pocket.”

Jessie fell silent. We both knew Ethan had at least some of the cops on his payroll. We just didn’t know which ones. And that was worse. It meant that while there were some good cops on the force, it was impossible to tell which was which. They might as well have all been bad.