Mafia Princess
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“That, Mr. Blake, was the sound of me zipping up my corset.”
“Zipping up?”
“Yes. I’m busy getting dressed,” she replied softly, so fucking seductively.
“Getting dressed? That means you were naked before?” Suddenly his spine felt like one giant ball of tingles that was spreading straight down to his groin in waves.
“It would seem that way.” There was a hint of humor in her voice. Was she smiling?
Hold on one cotton picking minute.
“Wait, that means that you were naked when you had your leg around my shoulder just now?”
The sound of soft clicking heels came closer, stalking toward him.
“Indeed,” she whispered against his ear, and he felt her warm breath dance across his cheek again, sending a powerful wave of unadulterated lust crashing against every corner of his body. This woman hadn’t even touched him properly yet. She hadn’t even grinded against him yet, and here he was already bursting at the seams.
“Fuck me.”
“Oh I’m sorry, Mr. Blake, I don’t offer that kind of service.” He could hear the little smirk in her voice.
“Cinderella, are you being a smart-ass?”
Hands wrapped around his knees, and he felt her thighs brush against his lower legs. Oh my God. Was she crouching in front of him? Why couldn’t he see? He wanted to see dammit.
Those hands slowly, leisurely moved up his thighs making him need them to go higher…higher, a lot more fucking higher.
“My ass is a lot of things, Mr. Blake.”
“Oh I’m sure it is.” Nicholas struggled to sound composed since his body was coiled so tight, he could hardly take a breath.
His entire body stiffened when she climbed on top of his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
With slow, rhythmic thrusts she moved against him, threatening to embarrass the crap out of him since he was finding it increasingly difficult to not start acting like a raging, horny animal.
“How does it feel, Mr. Blake?”
How does it feel? What kind of a fucking question was that? Nicholas was on the verge of losing control, and that was a new feeling for him, and he didn’t like it one little bit. Nicholas needed to take back the reins, somehow.
“I’d be in a much better position to answer that question when you loosen these cuffs.”
Abruptly she scooted up, applying more pressure to his groin.
Nicholas bit his lip.
“Nice try. But you know the rules.”
“The one thing I know about rules, Cinderella, is that they are at their best when broken.”
A warm, soft cheek hovered close to his, teasing him with a feel. “Here in my booth, rules are meant to create more pleasure,” she murmured into his ear, and he kind of wished she would trace her tongue up his neck. Just the thought of what her tongue
would feel like against his skin—wet, warm and divine, made everything below his hips throb.
Unable to take it any longer, he jerked forward, wanting to get closer, to taste those lips he could only imagine would taste as delicious as her voice sounded.
She jerked back. “Na-ah. That kind of behavior just won’t do, Mr. Blake.”
“I happen to think that bad behavior is the best kind in situations like these,” he whispered, his voice matching her allure.
She gave another powerful thrust, causing him to throw back his head and groan in the back of his throat. “And what kind of situation is this exactly, Mr. Blake?”
Nicholas took a breath and lifted his head again. “The kind where a man and a woman are both extremely turned on, and have the means to help each other out.”
He felt her long fingers lace through his hair at the back of his head, and he involuntarily leaned a little into the touch. God it felt good, her nails softly tracing against his scalp.
“Are you turned on, Mr. Blake?”
“What? You can’t feel that? I say, Cinderella, that if I didn’t know otherwise I would have been offended by that question.”
She abruptly tightened her grip in his hair forcing his head back slightly. “You have a smart mouth, Mr. Blake.”
“I can show you what else my mouth is good for, other than my wise-ass remarks.”
“I’m sure you can.”
Nicholas flexed beneath her and he was sure he heard her inhale sharply. “Can you feel it now?”
She didn’t answer, instead she got up and he almost whimpered out of frustration. Nicholas could not remember the last time he had been this turned on. Everything about this woman had him wound up tight. It was insane.
But it was only a few seconds until she was on top of him again, her back to his chest this time. Firm, round ass cheeks worked their magic on top of his lap and another moan of pure pleasure rolled over his lips.
“Oh you are good, I’ll give you that,” he said when she reached back with her hands, her fingers twirling through his hair.
He couldn’t stop himself from nuzzling her neck—and she didn’t stop him either. Her sweet citrusy scent filled his nostrils. Mixed together with the glorious friction her ass was giving him, he was higher than he had been in months—years.
As he continued to concentrate on every move she made, every breath she took, he imagined that she had spread open her legs while giving him the fucking lap dance of his life. Her movements were timed perfectly with the rhythm of the music, giving him just enough to want more, but not quite enough to satisfy him. She pulled her fingers out of his hair and dragged her nails down his neck. Nothing could have stopped him from moving beneath her, not even the fucking apocalypse.
He flexed and heard her gasp, the sound something between a whimper and a moan, and that sound fucking owned him.
“You like it when I move too, don’t you, Cinderella?”
“This isn’t about me, Mr. Blake.”
“Isn’t it?” He rubbed his cheek against the soft skin of her neck smelling her intoxicating scent. “Uncuff me, and I’ll show you how quickly I can make this about
you.”
“You know the rules.”
“I hate to break this to you woman, but you’re already breaking the rules,” he whispered, and he could have sworn he felt a shiver move down her body.
“How so?”
Nicholas moved some more, pressing himself harder against her. “I’m feeling you.”
“But that’s the idea.” Her sweet firm ass was still giving him exactly what he needed making him wish that they were both goddamn naked.
With his cheek still against her warm skin he tilted his head toward her ear. “Yeah, but I can smell you too.”
And then she let out a sound that shot straight to his dick, a good old moan that screamed sexual desire. Oh yes, he definitely affected her just as much as she had affected him.
But then suddenly with a jerk, she was gone, no longer occupying his lap, no longer giving him the movement and the pressure he really, really, really fucking needed. And it sucked. It was damn near painful.
“I’m afraid our time is up.” Her tone was no longer soft, but sounded slightly unnerved, unsettled.
“Oh come on, it was just starting to get fun.” Nicholas smirked, even though deep inside he was one raging animal wanting to charge and claim what he wanted.
“I am going to unlock one cuff, Mr. Blake. But you are not allowed to turn around until I have exited the room.”
Wow, now she even sounded slightly irritated. Well, he was the one with the very painful pulsing need in his pants, so why the hell was she irritated?
Her soft hand brushed against his as she started to unlock the cuff. The minute he heard the click, he jerked off the chair and pulled off the blindfold, wanting to see her. But when he turned around and opened his eyes, all he saw was the swooshing curtain. She was gone. The only thing that stayed behind was her lingering citrusy scent, and then the stilettos she had obviously kicked off before she sprinted out of the room like a fucking Olympic medalist
.
Nicholas tossed the blindfold to the floor. He was still finding it incredibly hard to breathe. Never had any woman elicited such intense desire in him before—and the best part? He hadn’t even seen her face.
“Fuck.” He pulled his hands through his hair then tried to straighten out the suit he was wearing. But then he had a thought…a very, very enticing thought.
Reaching for one of the white stilettos she had worn, he discreetly tucked it inside his jacket, underneath his arm, and then sauntered out of Cinderella’s Booth.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bella J lives in Cape Town, South Africa with her husband and two kids. Her love for writing started in eighth grade when she received her first writing assignment--which she flunked. But the positive side of her failure—her newly found passion for writing. The negative side—now she's completely spaced out half of the time living in her little pretend world of romance, love, & insanely hot heroes.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
OTHER NOVELS BY BELLA J
UPCOMING RELEASES
STILETTO SECRETS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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