Totally Alluring

by Wanitta Praks

  “Then will I only be your substitute Jennifer until the real Jennifer comes along?” She latched back to the topic at hand.

  Giovanni gritted his teeth. “That will never happen. You are my real Jennifer.”

  “But—”

  Giovanni clicked his tongue in frustration. “You’re just wasting your time, Jay, thinking about some fucking chocolate cake tasting bitter and doing your head in about whatever it is you want to do but can’t. That’s a shitty motto to live by if you ask me. If you desire something, then take it by the horns and taste it.

  “So what if your first taste of chocolate cake was bitter? How do you know the next cake will be bitter, too? They might have forgotten to add sugar in that cake when you tasted it back then. If you tasted it again, it might be sweet. And saying I’m like your chocolate cake, and you’re scared to fucking lick me because I might taste bitter on your tongue… How would you know I taste bitter if you didn’t try me?

  “You may think I’m your fantasy, everything you hold dear, but if you don’t take me and taste me, then I’ll always be fantasy, never a reality for you to cherish. Why do you need to be so fucking scared of tasting something your heart wants? Because at the end of the day, when you die, you’re just going to look back and regret all those things you haven’t done and tasted.”

  “Boss—” She interrupted him. But he cut her right off, so mad he simply kept rolling on.

  “No, you listen to me, Jay. You’ve had your turn to yack on about some damned chocolate cake. I would have thought you were some stand-up comedian with the way you yack on like that. So listen up. I’m only going to say this once. I’m not going to taste bitter. I’m going to taste sweet. So fucking sweet you’ll become addicted to me, intoxicated. I’ll be so irresistible you won’t be able to get away. And if you become my Jennifer and promise to stay with me, then I’ll continue to taste sweet to you. For life.”

  “What if later on in our relationship, you find out I’m not your real Jennifer? What then? Will you taste bitter? Will you throw me out? Will I continue to be your maid, watching you with your real Jennifer, making out in front of me, while I make your bed or polish your bathroom floor? I don’t think I could take that. I don’t want to taste that bitterness in my mouth again. I don’t want to look at my hands to see that dark-brown stain of chocolate melting in my hands.”

  “I’ll promise if you promise me first, Jay. Promise me that you’ll be my lover. Then I’ll promise I will never leave you. I’ll be sweet with you always; until the day my body turns to ashes.”

  Giovanni sat up suddenly and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, to reveal his hard six-pack abs and broad, tanned chest. Once totally shirtless, he tossed the shirt to the side and watched in amazement as his little Jennifer twitched beneath him, eyes opening wide with unbridled desire.

  “Listen up, Jay,” he said, arms opening wide in a welcoming gesture, waiting for his little Jennifer to come to him. “I’ll say this once again. I’m right here. Right in front of you. So, what are you waiting for? I’m your chocolate cake. Come taste me.”

  Chapter 12

  I’m Your Chocolate

  “L isten up, Jay. I’ll say this once again. I’m right here. Right in front of you. So, what are you waiting for? I’m your chocolate cake. Come taste me,” said the man with his arms wide open, waiting for me to come to him.

  One second ticked by. Two seconds, then three. My heart thumped dramatically, yet I still didn’t move from my spot. My eyes were mesmerized by him, captivated by him, and totally drawn to his dark, demonic look.

  He resembled a devil, the black devil who resided in hell. His black hair didn’t soften his dark look one bit, nor did his large round eyes; so black, like obsidian, that with just one look I knew he could see straight to my soul.

  He was a dark and dangerous man. One wrong move could spell the death of me. But yet, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, a fly who’d prepared to meet its death. He was my dark chocolate cake I’d been craving since I first saw him. He was the man who’d appeared in my dreams. And now here he was, offering himself to me.

  How could I not accept him? The temptation before me was too strong. Even when I tried biting my lips and squeezing my eyes shut, willing this image of him to disappear from my mind, wanting this throbbing need inside me to pass, each second that ticked by only heightened my curiosity to taste him.

  One small bite. Just one small bite. What will he taste like? I want to know. I really want to know.

  I fluttered my eyes open, decision made. I gazed over him once more. His image before me was flushed with a dark curtain of desire. And once again, I was struck by his powerful aura. Through my dazed state, I lost track of time. By what fortune was this beautiful Adonis before me.

  I slowly sat up, fingers drawn to him like magnets. I caressed his jawline, along his temple, and slowly to his straight, firm lips. He captured my finger and slipped it into his mouth, sucking that single digit and swirling it around his tongue.

  Something hot radiated from my core, sending a thousand shudders through my body, and I moaned softly. My need for him was so intense it had my mind spinning.

  I’m sorry, Jennifer, for taking your beloved Giovanni from you, but tonight, let me taste him, let me experience what it’s like to be loved by him.

  “Gio, handsome boy,” I mewed, that phrase rasping from my mouth. “What do you taste like? I want to know.”

  “My little Jennifer.” He cupped my cheek in response. He kissed me, lightly molding his lips to mine, while his fingers crushed into my brown tresses, holding me firmly, our kisses increasing in pressure and intensity.

  Hot. I was boiling hot. My skin flushed red, droplets of perspiration dotting my brows. This room was too hot.

  “Giovanni,” I mewed in between our kisses. “I’m hot.”

  Giovanni took it as his cue to remove my clothing. I shied away from this sight, closing my eyes as he unbuttoned my nightdress, those buttons coming undone by Giovanni’s expert fingers.

  “Don’t look away. You’re beautiful.” He huffed into my ear, urging me to open my eyes and look at my own body.

  I shook my head, farther burrowing into the crook of his neck.

  I didn’t want to see myself naked. I was too embarrassed. This whole love-making business was already too intimidating, not to mention this was my first time lying naked in front of the man I’d been admiring since I lived here.

  “Jay,” he whispered, blowing soft air into my ear. “Open up and look at me. Look at me when I make love to you.”

  “Giovanni.” I called him again, voice almost lost at the expression he presented. He no longer looked dangerous, just a man who craved the love of his woman. I clung to him, needing his support. He was my pillar tonight, the pillar that would keep me sane during this turbulent storm. “Please be gentle with me.”

  “I won’t hurt you, Jay. You’re my Jennifer. I want your first time to be special.” Giovanni cupped my face again, forehead plastered to mine. His deep, dark eyes locked with mine. In those eyes were words that spoke of love. “Just look at me. Look only at me. Don’t think or look anywhere else. Focus only on me. Give me your love, and I’ll protect you with my life.”

  I smiled, nodded my head, and brought my lips to close over his again. This time, as he inched my nightdress off and over my head, I looked at myself, at the way he ran his fingers up and down my flat belly, at the way he was so focused on my breasts, kissing the skin near my nape and lovingly running his fingers through my brown locks again.

  We kissed again and again. I didn’t know how long we kissed. Yet his lips always came back to mine after exploring my body. Giovanni seemed to enjoy every second he spent with me, and I was pleased and thought that maybe he did find me beautiful.

  I was aware of the light flutter of his fingers as he walked them to rest between my thighs. Suddenly, he changed tactics, slipping one finger into my core. I arched back at the sudden intrusion.


  Giovanni’s lips came back to mine again, cutting off my protest. He whispered incoherent words into my ear, words of beauty, of need, and my body shuddered even more. I vaulted against him, happily offering myself to him.

  Giovanni smiled, fingers working me again. He increased his pressure and thrust. Flames burst from my core, rendering me speechless.

  I was lost in this intoxicating maze. That finger inside me rocked my core, making me scream out nonsense I didn’t know existed.

  Was this what Giovanni meant when he said mating was such a fun experience? This overwhelming sensation, to lose one’s ability to speak, but at the same time gain such a hypersensitive reaction to everything around you. That was what I felt. The soft blanket beneath my sensitive skin. The heavy panting of his breath, and the perspiration on his forehead.

  “Gio...” I bit my lips and shuddered again. “Um-ugh.”

  Those sounds. Were they really coming from me? Did I really make those sounds?

  My first taste of the beautiful mafia boss, Giovanni Dente... He was so sweet, the most delicious chocolate cake I’d ever tasted. No longer would I be afraid to eat this cake again. No longer would I talk myself out of tasting him. He was everything I’d dreamed of and more. My mind went numb, the sweetness of his poison kisses drugging my senses, and in that moment, in my dazed state, I couldn’t remember who I was.

  Was I still his maid? Or was I his lover? What would happen to Pa’s debt now?

  But those thoughts were temporarily lost as I felt a sharp sting when Giovanni pushed himself into me.

  I screamed, but Giovanni was fast, sealing my mouth with his kiss again, diverting my mind from that pain until slowly, that slow burn turned to something else; a fierce, hot pleasure that stole my breath away.

  Each kiss, each thrust he bestowed upon me had me thinking of how I’d ever come to be in this position, to be made loved to in this gentle manner. And for once in my life, my worries concerning Pa, Amelia, and my life as a college student shattered into nothingness. For once, I was able to break free from this burden and relax against those strong arms and gentle body that promised to protect me forever.

  Giovanni. The more I knew him, the deeper I fell into his trap of desire. And right now was one of those times. Those kisses, those soft whispered words of love, they only made my heart soften even more for him.

  This beautiful man, I loved him. How did I ever think he was brutal? The way he kissed left me spellbound. The way he whispered nonsensical words had my stomach in knots. I knew right then I could never return to being just his normal maid and coffee machine again. During that final moment, when everything ceased to exist but just him and me, I prayed I was Giovanni’s real lover, his Jennifer, so I wouldn’t have to leave his side ever again. And with that thought and his final push, I cried out his name. Sated and in his arms, I fell into a deep slumber.

  Someone was brushing my hair. No one had ever done that before. Someone was lightly caressing my lips. No one had ever done that before, either. Something hot radiated from my core. It had never happened before. Not until tonight.

  I fluttered my eyes open, seeing the image of the beautiful Adonis before me.

  “Boss.” I smiled, eyes lighting up, recalling that beautiful experience of our love making. “Did I fall asleep?”

  “Yes, you did. You must be exhausted. Your first time and all.”

  “I guess I was a bit tired. But that little nap was really refreshing. I could stay up all night talking to you right now.” I smiled up at him, basking in my own glowing happiness.

  Giovanni smiled, a twinkle reflecting in his eyes. “Did you enjoy that experience?”

  I nodded my head, knowing what he meant. “It was a wonderful experience. You were right. It only hurt a bit. But the pleasure overrode the pain.”

  “Good. Really good.” He nodded his head, his thick, dark hair hiding half of his face as he came to rest in front of me, closing the gap between us.

  I watched Giovanni as his sweet, gentle smile twisted into a wicked grin, turning that once beautiful face into a devil’s mask.

  Oh, shit. I’m in deep shit now. Giovanni’s revenge. I should have known.

  I scrambled off the bed, but Giovanni was fast, hauling me backwards until I lay flat against the bed.

  “You’ve had your fun, Jay.” He pinned me down. “And since you’ve regained your energy, now it’s my turn to have fun. Time for my revenge, Jay. Are you ready?”

  Chapter 13

  The Mafia’s Cold Heart

  Giovanni’s heart had always been cold. He could never remember a time in his young life when he’d felt warmth radiating from the core of his heart.

  Since he could remember, his life was mundane episodes of fight and survive, whether out on the dark streets of New York City, when he was a homeless kid, or within the small syndicate of the Dente Group, when he got scouted by Giuseppe. Even now, reaching the top of the chain and becoming the mafia boss, his heart still hadn’t warmed one bit.

  He tried searching for that warmth, finding a small place where his heart ought to belong, but he could never find it. Despite the numerous women he’d bedded and then tossed out, he’d always felt the same, that deep, cold ache at the core of his heart.

  Late at night, or early in the morning at dawn, he’d sometimes dreamed of that one summer, late in the afternoon, when he sat under that beech tree with his little friend Jennifer, talking about random stuff. Only during those times did he feel whole again, like he was a human being with warm blood rushing through his soul.

  And right now was one of those times. He was warm, protected from the outside cold, with this girl enveloped in his arms. She was sleeping peacefully after their explosive climax.

  Giovanni now knew the remedy to his cold heart. He could only find that inner sanctuary of warmth when he was with her, his little Jennifer, or maid, Jay, beside him. Only when he was inside her, his cock buried deep in her tight pussy, did he feel he existed.

  Giovanni planted kisses, not only on her lips, but cheeks, chin, nose, and eyelids, to express his thanks. Every single kiss gave him a warm burst inside his heart. He kissed her more, wanting to keep this warmth inside him forever.

  “Um... ah...” she moaned beneath him in her sleep. He chuckled between more kisses, and lightly caressed her cheek.

  She moaned again, and this time, her mewing hit him hard, very hard, and shot straight down to his cock, hardening his soft length to a fully engorged spear. He shuddered at that instant, his pulse rushing hot in his blood.

  Fucking God! It felt good to be alive.

  He loved this feeling. Was addicted to it even. So, he kissed her again, all over her naked body. She lay limp and quiet, like a little doll for her master to pleasure.

  And he did pleasure her, planting kisses after kisses, followed by little light licks all over her body. He continued to kiss and lick her, mind in a haze, while his eyes were still trained on her, watching her as he inflicted this pleasure on her body.

  She was still asleep, but what did she feel like unconscious? This question rubbed his curiosity. Was she throbbing with this need like he was, too?

  Giovanni decided to experiment. He gently pushed her knees apart, revealing her inner core. He wrapped his lips on her pussy and sucked.

  “Ah... ah... ah...” came her response. She bent her back, arching her butt a bit higher, as if allowing him more access to her core.

  Giovanni took this opportunity, latching on to that spot, sucking on that flesh more. He licked her up and down along her slit and playfully teased her clit with his tongue.

  Another moan escaped her lips, and her legs shook. A flood of her honey exploded into his mouth. He swallowed and licked his lips. She tasted delicious.

  A small moment later, he heard her voice. “Boss. Did I fall asleep?”

  She sounded drowsy. Properly just woken.

  Giovanni hauled himself up, braced one arm over her and gazed into her misty emerald eyes that were fi
lled with lust.

  She was so innocent she didn’t know what he’d done while she was sleeping. If she did feel the effects, she would have imagined it was her dream.

  He wasn’t about to tell her, though. He’d show her instead. This time, with her eyes wide open, staring at him as he ate her up.

  “Yes, you did,” he replied wickedly. He caressed her hair and coiled it around his fingers. “You must be exhausted. Your first time and all.”

  “I guess I was a bit tired. But that little nap was really refreshing. I could stay up all night talking to you right now.” She smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed pink.

  Fucking hell! Did she know she looked so fucking alluring right now? And those lips. He wanted to fuck those lips, too. Shove his cock into her mouth and let her suck him dry.

  A ripple of pleasure tore through him.

  God! Fuck! That was so fucking intense.

  “Did you enjoy that experience?” he asked, putting in every effort to dampen his desire.

  She nodded again, a broad smile on her face.

  You little bunny. You’ve no idea what you’ve just unleased within me.

  “It was a wonderful experience. You were right. It only hurt a bit. But the pleasure overrode the pain.”

  “Good. Really good.” He nodded, his thick, dark hair falling in his face.

  Giovanni watched as her expression change from innocence to panic.

  She knew, oh fucking god how she knew. His little Jennifer was so smart, quick to decipher his change of behavior.

  “Where do you think you’re going, little bunny?”

  He caught her leg just as she made to bolt out of the bed. He clamped his viselike fingers around her ankles, the bedsheets twisting erotically around her body. There was no way in hell he would let her escape again.

  He tugged her leg forward and pinned her to the bed again, his heavy body on top of her. She fought him, struggling for her freedom.

  For a little wee thing, she sure had the strength of a tiger. Or had his little bunny turned into a tiger after all?