My Mobster

by J. L. Drake

  I started to argue but he nipped at my stomach.

  “Shhh…I’ll make sure you love it,” he whispered before continuing.

  When I felt Alessio’s fingers over my pussy, an unashamed moan escaped past my lips and my head fell back on the pillow.

  He spread my wetness over my folds and I moaned at the new sensation.

  “You’re dripping,” he groaned huskily.

  His fingers latched on my clit and I jerked, letting out a sharp cry. “Oh God…”

  My fingers tightened around the comforter as indescribable pleasure filled my body. When he lowered his head down there, I gasped, my fingers instantly going to his hair.

  He filled my senses. He overwhelmed me. His touches, his lips were driving me crazy with pleasure. I used to be vessel for the pleasure of others yet Alessio made it his mission to give me this new feeling.

  I felt his tongue over my entrance and I arched my back, my hips leaving the mattress as I pressed harder against his lips.

  “So fucking responsive,” he groaned, running his tongue over my entrance and then upward as he licked at the wetness gathered there.

  I shook uncontrollably, my fingers tightening in his hair. He pushed my legs upward, until the soles of my feet were on the bed and I was wide open to him and his masterful mouth. Alessio slowly pushed a finger inside my opening as he continued to lick at the tiny nub.

  I moaned as he pumped a finger inside of me and his tongue played. And then he eased another finger inside of me, this time plunging deeper and faster.

  My hips rocked against his mouth and fingers as I twitched uncontrollably. I sighed and moaned as his groan mixed with mine.

  When he latched on top of my clit and sucked hard, the same time pushing a third finger inside of me, my hips bucked upward with a cry.

  This sensation inside of me was building, hard and fast. I clenched around his fingers, my hips moving against him, increasing the sweet torturous friction.

  “Alessio…” I moaned, as he stretched my wall, pumping harder and faster.

  I closed my eyes as my body arched upward and I let out another moan.

  “Alessio,” I cried out. I was taut as a bowstring as a mixture of pain and intense pleasure filled my body and mind.

  “Oh…please…” I was dangling over the edge of ecstasy and my body trembled violently against his.

  “I’ve got you, Ayla,” he said quietly as he removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. My walls clenched around him, wanting more.

  He swirled the tip around my opening and then slid inside.

  My eyes went wide and I gasped and then moaned loud. Letting out a cry, I clamped my thighs tightly around his head. I twitched beneath him but I never had a chance to think, because he pressed his fingers hard against my nub at the same time.

  “Ahhhh…” I cried, my hips leaving the mattress as my orgasm crashed through me, my body twitching as I came hard.

  I heard him moan and I whimpered.

  He brought his head up, looking at me with heated blue eyes. His chin was wet with my juices and my body trembled at the sight.

  Never had I felt such pleasure. He had given me an orgasm before but this one had sent me over the edge.

  Alessio wiped his chin with the back of his hand and he smirked. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come. Your face all flushed, your eyes hazy with pleasure…so beautiful.”

  Parting my thighs wider, he positioned himself between them and settled himself in place on top of me. “But I’m not done yet,” he whispered huskily.

  My eyes went wide and I grabbed his shoulder. I felt him at my entrance and I moaned. His hand grasped my thigh, spreading me just a little wider. Alessio’s eyes had turned darker, the hunger there clearly written. He ran his cock up and down my wetness, coating his tip with my cream.

  My body trembled underneath his…in desire, anticipation, and slight fear.

  Grasping my hip with one hand, he wrapped his other around my thigh as he thrust slowly inside, filling me completely.

  But as soon as he was inside me, I gasped, my eyes widening as a darkness fell upon me.

  No. No. No, I screamed in my head. Not now. Please not now.

  But it was too late.

  Instead of Alessio…

  I saw Alberto.

  All I felt was pain as my body and heart shattered in a million pieces.

  Tears blinded my vision as my body froze. Alberto’s words invaded my mind. His evil smiles, his face as he took me repeatedly against my will…they all crashed around me.

  Such a perfect moment it was, and now I was back to the nightmare that blinded me.

  Alessio thrust again inside of me, oblivious to what was happening deep inside my soul.

  Alessio’s groans were replaced by Alberto’s groans and grunts of pleasure.

  My body ached, my heart squeezed so tight in my chest that I gasped for air…for mercy.

  I felt myself going numb, my body and mind slowly closing down. It hurt so much. I was bleeding from the inside. The pain was like thousands of sharp knives against my skin.

  All I saw and felt was Alberto. He was the one moving inside of me, thrusting, pounding relentlessly inside of me.

  Please, I begged. Make it go away.

  As the numbness took over my body, I left this world. I was no longer here. I was gone. My spirit vanished, broken in a thousand pieces.

  Chapter 47

  Alessio

  Thrusting a second time inside Ayla, I groaned. Fuck, she was so tight. I didn’t think I could hold on much longer and I was barely inside of her for a few seconds.

  She was so responsive when I ate her pussy. When she came, I thought I was going to lose it right there like a fucking horny teen.

  I was about to push back inside when I noticed her eyes. They were filled with tears and I saw the change right in front of me. Her beautiful green eyes slowly went blank…numb.

  And that was when I realized that she was frozen underneath me.

  “Ayla?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

  But she didn’t answer.

  My heart stuttered almost painfully in my chest at the sight beneath me. She stared up at me like she wasn’t seeing me. Like I wasn’t even there.

  Oh no, no, no, I chanted in my head, quickly pulling my cock from her wet heat.

  “Ayla?” I tried again, my hands shaking as I brought it up to her face, softly caressing her cheeks.

  She flinched away from me and a single tear slipped from her eye, falling down her cheeks, leaving a single wet trail. And that sight broke my heart. It exploded until my body went numb with pain and anger.

  Ayla rolled on her side, bringing her knees up to her chest as she curled into herself. She sobbed quietly.

  Rubbing a hand over my face, I felt something wet on my cheeks. Fuck, I sat on my ass as my tears unashamedly ran down my cheeks.

  This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be true. Not to my Ayla. Not my sweet beautiful Ayla.

  Not my angel.

  “Ayla,” I whispered, moving closer to her, desperately trying to bring her back to me but she whimpered in fear and pain. She made a wounded sound and curled tighter into her body. I stopped any movement, my heart splintering open at her pain.

  Bringing a trembling hand up, I placed it over my mouth as I choked back my tears.

  The darkness settled around us, throwing us back into the pit of pain.

  Closing my eyes, I sank my head in my hands.

  I didn’t want to believe it.

  I didn’t want to believe that my Ayla had to go through this pain.

  But as much as I hated to admit it, as much as I wished it wasn’t true…

  My guess was right all along.

  Ayla had been raped.

  Chapter 48

  I wanted to pound that bastard’s face. Whoever he was, he would pay in the worst way possible.

  The signs were right there in front of my eyes. I saw them. All of us saw them but we
didn’t want to think the worst. We didn’t want to believe that Ayla had gone through this.

  But I knew what she had been through. My cold, unfeeling, fucking heart felt it. Her pain.

  Ayla’s small body was shaking violently with her cries. And as she curled herself tighter and buried her face in the pillow, my chest grew tighter. My heart ached at the sight of her looking so broken.

  But apart from the searing pain filling my chest, I felt immense fury. Deep anger and resentment at the bastard who has brought tears to her eyes.

  He was a dead man walking. I was going to get my hands on him soon. But not before torturing him until he would beg me for his own death. And then I would gladly send him to hell.

  But at that moment, what mattered most was Ayla.

  I would let my anger out later. I would spill blood later.

  I couldn’t let the monster out yet. I had to rein in the need to kill.

  Inching closer to her, I brought my hand forward to touch her but she flinched away and sobbed harder. She pressed herself harder into the mattress and I heard her mumbling something incoherent. Her words were lost in her cries.

  “Ayla,” I whispered gently, trying to coax her.

  But my next words were cut abruptly when I saw her hands moving blindly under the pillows. Her eyes were closed tightly as she searched for something, her movements frantic and almost desperate.

  “No, no, no, no…please no…” she mumbled between her sobs, her chest heaving with loud hiccups as she continued to cry.

  When realization dawned at what she was looking for, I quickly jumped off the bed.

  The jacket. The fucking jacket.

  Quickly striding toward the sofa chair, I pulled on my sweatpants and went back to bed, getting in beside Ayla. Lying down, I moved a little closer.

  She didn’t open her eyes, but she went completely still as I moved closer, her muscles visibly coiling tighter in fright and tension.

  “Shhh…” I soothed in a soft voice. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “Jacket. I need my jacket. Please…I can’t…I need it…” She gasped through her tears.

  She wasn’t getting it. Instead, she was going to have me.

  This time, I was going to take away her nightmares and her pain. I was going to bring her back. And I would be the one to wipe away her tears.

  Not my jacket. But me.

  The blank eyes and the numb expression, I was going to change that.

  I would bring my Ayla back.

  Moving just a little closer, I whispered, “Ayla, open your eyes.”

  At my words, she tensed. Her hands fisted and she recoiled backward, but I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my body. Ayla let out a sharp cry. One that was filled with fear and panic. But as soon as her body made contact with mine, she froze, her hands landing flat on my chest.

  “I’m here. I’m right here, Ayla. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m right here,” I said into her hair, my voice soft and scratchy as I fought back my tears. Placing a kiss on her temple, I let my lips linger there. “Please look at me.”

  But she refused to open her eyes. Instead, she moved closer against my body and curled herself into my embrace, as if she was hiding in me. Her hands trembled on my chest and I brought a hand up, grasping hers and holding them tight against my skin.

  “It’s me. Alessio. I’m here. I’m with you, Ayla, and I’m not leaving. We are going to get through this together. I’m here,” I continued in a soothing voice. “Can you feel that?” I asked, holding her hands over my wildly racing heart.

  It took me some time to bring her back from the black pit and painful memories she was thrown back in again. I coaxed for hours. Ayla continued to cry, each tear breaking my heart further. I filled her ears with gentle, soft words, hoping that it would make a difference. Desperately hoping it would bring Ayla back to me again.

  I didn’t know how long it had been, but then I saw a change. A slight change that made my heart leap with pure elation and intense relief.

  Her sobs slowly diminished into quiet hiccups and she buried her face into my chest, resting her cheek right over our entwined hands.

  Ayla let out a barely audible soft sigh and I felt her tense muscles start to loosen. She completely relaxed into my arms, letting her rigid shoulders drop with another sigh.

  My arm tightened around her waist and I placed another kiss on her forehead. “You’re safe. I won’t ever let anything happen to you.”

  Those words were a vow that came from within me and my cold, broken heart.

  And they were a vow I would never break.

  Ayla was mine. My sweet, innocent Ayla.

  And I protect what’s mine, I thought, looking down at her in my arms.

  Her eyes were closed and she settled against my chest. I could feel that Ayla was quickly letting go, surrendering herself to sleep, fatigue, and mental stress. Her cheeks were red and tear-streaked.

  Removing my hand from her hips, I quickly swiped away her tears before wrapping her in my arms again. She mumbled something quietly and then sighed sleepily.

  “Alessio.” My name was a whisper against her lips.

  And then to my utter surprise a small, barely visible smile appeared on her beautiful red lush lips. It was as if she was dreaming, her mind elsewhere.

  At her peaceful and sleepy expression, the unbearable tightness in my chest slowly started to loosen until I could breathe normally again.

  Placing another kiss on her temple, I left my lips there as I closed my eyes, letting myself relax against her too.

  “Sleep, angel. I will watch over you,” I whispered against her skin.

  In a matter of seconds, her breathing evened out, her chest moving softly and slowly up and down as she let herself go and succumb to her sleepiness.

  But I didn’t sleep.

  I couldn’t.

  Because every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Ayla’s eyes becoming blank and her face twisting in pain. It was all I could see, and the thought of her being in this much agony drove me mad.

  The rage fueled deep inside of me.

  And I couldn’t wait to unleash it on the fucker who had hurt my Ayla.

  ***

  Ayla

  My head was pounding and all my muscles were aching. I felt languid as I blinked my eyes open and pressed my face harder into the pillow, trying to wrap my head around what happened yesterday.

  Everything was a blur and it felt like I was missing pieces of puzzles. Rubbing my eyes, I turned around in bed to find myself alone. Alessio was already gone.

  I realized I was completely naked, cold air on my bare chest, and the memories started to come back.

  I couldn’t remember much after we’d started. Did Alessio notice? Had he kept going?

  The thought almost choked me and a single tear fell down my cheek.

  All I remembered was suddenly feeling peace as I fell asleep. Only a peaceful feeling had surrounded me.

  I looked around the bed and didn’t see the jacket anywhere.

  Falling back against the pillows, I cried softly when realization sank in.

  Alessio…

  It was him.

  He had calmed me last night. He brought me back from the darkness.

  I was still lost in my thoughts when the bathroom door open. My eyes widened and I sat forward in shock when Alessio came out, wearing a white unbuttoned dress shirt and black slacks.

  His eyes met mine, and I saw him whisper my name. When he took a step forward, I grabbed the comforter up, hiding myself from him.

  Alessio visibly swallowed hard and looked down, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so. He took several deep breaths in and then stared up at me again. I ducked my head nervously, feeling ashamed that he had to see me in such a position last night.

  I felt him coming closer and then the bed shifted under his weight. Closing my eyes tightly, my fingers tightened around the comforter.

  “Here. We
ar this,” Alessio said.

  My nightgown was lying in front of me. I swallowed hard and trembled slightly when he knelt down, and with one hand, he pulled the comforter away, his movement gentle as he watched all my reactions carefully.

  I had to stare up into his face and he quickly pulled the nightgown over my head and waited for me to put my arms through. Not once did he look away from my face. He didn’t even look down at my naked body.

  Instead, he kept his eyes away, giving me respect.

  Respect…something I never had in my life before. Yet Alessio was here, being gentle, sweet, and so considerate that it made my heart ache.

  Keeping my eyes on his, I placed my arms through it and Alessio pulled the nightgown down the rest of my body, eventually covering my naked self from his eyes.

  He slowly brought a hand up and gently moved my hair away from my face, pushing the strands behind my ears so that my face was fully visible to him. Alessio cupped my jaw and rubbed his thumb over my cheek and then under my eyes.

  “Ayla,” he murmured, his eyes showing me raw emotions. I couldn’t look into his bluish eyes anymore.

  I saw pain there. Anger. Desperation. Sadness. Grief. Heartbreak.

  So I glanced away from his mesmerizing eyes. I looked away before I could see the disgust.

  Because it should be there, shouldn’t it?

  Why was he even touching me? Why was he being so sweet and gentle?

  Wasn’t he disgusted by me?

  Alberto’s words resonated in my ears and I closed my eyes tightly against the memories, trying to shut them out.

  No man would ever want you.

  Maybe he was right.

  Who would want me?

  Not after what Alberto has done. Not after he ruined me.

  “Ayla, look at me. Don’t cast your eyes away like that.”

  I shook my head and pulled away from me. “I need to use the bathroom.”

  I needed to get out of there. Away from him, his sweet words and his understanding eyes.

  “Ayla—” I shook my head again.

  “Alessio, please,” I begged this time, my voice hoarse with tears. He sighed, letting my jaw go. I quickly got off the bed and walked out of his room on shaky legs.