Dangerous Desires Part 1: A Mafia Romance (Corrupt Me series)

by A. G. Khaliq

  Then I put my phone back down, and took a deep breath in.

  A deep breath in…

  …And a deep breath out.

  A deep breath in…

  …And a deep breath out.

  I was ready.

  So fucking ready for this.

  I walked out of the dressing room, greeting the man who’d dragged me in here in the first place.

  “There you are!” he exclaimed. “You look great, darling. I’ve called down one of the men from upstairs. He's waiting for you in the private 423

  lounge. All you have to do is dance for him.”

  “Right,” I shrugged, trying to play it cool, when deep down, heat was roaring through my ears.

  “And if you're lucky, you'll walk away with a good couple hundred dollars tonight,” the man went on.

  I let out an appreciative chuckle, wondering what this encounter would bring me.

  “It's just over there in the corner,” he went on, pointing me in the direction of the private lounge.

  I nodded in response, before turning on my heel, and making my way to the lounge.

  I walked into the private lounge. I was suddenly trembling with nerves.

  I'd never danced in front of a man for money before.

  Part of me found it funny that I was confused for an exotic dancer, but another part of me sort of wanted me to take it seriously, because I knew that I needed a night job to send my Mom money, just like I promised her.

  Not to mention I’d told her on the phone that I would sort something out for her soon.

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  went.

  The man who I was supposed to dance for had his back turned to me, sitting on the couch.

  But looking at him from the back, he didn't look old. He was shirtless, with defined muscles all over him, and his hair wasn't grey.

  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...?

  It was just dancing…

  Nothing more, right?

  I let out a nervous giggle, as I did my best to compose myself and gather myself together.

  Here goes nothing… I thought to myself.

  “Hey,” I purred seductively, with my hands on my hips, as I pushed my tits together to try and make myself look more attractive.

  The man turned around to face me…

  And my heart almost leapt out of my fucking chest.

  “Sapphire?!” he denied, in disbelief.

  I put my hands up to my face, mortified.

  He was the last person that I was expecting to be fucking greeted by.

  What the hell was Donte doing here, out of all of the people that I could have given a private dance?!

  What were the fucking chances?!

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  I was shocked when I saw Sapphire here, to say the fucking least.

  What the fuck was she doing at my strip club, posing as a stripper, when she worked at MY fucking software company?!

  She bit her lip nervously, staring at me.

  Like she regretted coming here.

  Jesus Christ, she was so beautiful…

  I'd never seen her like this.

  In such a short, sexy dress.

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  Her waist was slender, she had big, curvy hips…

  And cleavage that went on for days.

  Her long, dark black hair fell down her body like an amazing waterfall.

  Every part of her screamed sexy.

  She didn't realise how fucking beautiful she was…

  It fucking stunned me.

  She'd painted her plump lips a bright pink colour.

  I wanted to grab her in this moment, Kiss her,

  Devour her whole,

  Savour her,

  Taste her,

  Nibble every inch of her soft skin.

  Every inch of her beautiful body.

  Have her for myself…

  Show her how much I fucking missed her.

  How sad I was without her.

  How miserable I’d been not being able to see her.

  How empty I fucking felt.

  The numb feeling I felt in my body.

  In my ribs.

  In my fucking heart.

  Not being able to talk to her.

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  Not being able to touch her.

  Not being able to enjoy her presence.

  To laugh with her.

  Smile with her.

  Eat with her.

  But I knew.

  I knew I couldn't do anything.

  Because she wasn't mine.

  She'd probably already heard the news already that I was engaged to be married…

  And I started to feel fucking terrible.

  Because as I stared at her,

  Admiring her beautiful face,

  And her sensational curves…

  She held her gaze with mine.

  Never breaking eye contact with me once.

  I was like an animal,

  Eyeing her like she was my prey.

  I could see that she still wanted me.

  She kept biting her lip,

  Trying to smooth her dress over, Like she was embarrassed of what I thought of her.

  Only I could make her feel nervous like this, and I knew it.

  I could tell just by her presence that she never got anywhere with that man I saw her with in the mall…

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  Because her heart belonged to me.

  And only me.

  We stood there in silence…

  For what felt like for fucking ever.

  I didn't even know what to say.

  I couldn't get any fucking words out.

  The pink lights from the club shined over her.

  Illuminating her.

  I didn't even know why she was so insecure.

  She had nothing to be insecure about.

  Most girls would kill for a body like hers…

  Yet she normally hid it,

  Always frightened to show her skin.

  Not embracing herself.

  Her ex-boyfriend was a fucking idiot.

  He clearly damaged her self-esteem…

  As well as her outlook on herself.

  Because to me…

  Sapphire was the prettiest girl in the whole fucking world.

  I just didn't understand why she said that she didn't want to be with me,

  Yet her body language was screaming for me to kiss her and take her right here.

  I was in conflict.

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  Because I'd got engaged to Sharon out of anger…

  Yet my heart was still with Sapphire…

  But I couldn't figure her out.

  I couldn't figure out why she kept rejecting me previously…

  When she knew how much she wanted to be with me.

  But I was going to do my best to find out tonight.

  She wasn’t cutting me off that easily.

  I needed answers.

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  I was so fucking shocked when I saw Donte here.

  I obviously just made myself look like a fucking idiot…

  A damn fool.

  Coming in here.

  Thinking that it would be a stranger waiting for me…

  But it was my fucking boss!

  He looked so good tonight.

  He wasn't wearing a shirt, so his perfect, 431

  defined six pack was on display for me to devour with my eyes.

  Just because I couldn't be with him…

  Didn't mean that I couldn't admire him…

  Right?

  He was sprawled across the couch in the private lounge,

  His hench arm teasingly spread across his abs,

  Whilst his eyes gazed at me,

  Making me feel like I was the only woman in the world.

  He wouldn't stop staring at me, Eyeing me up and down.

  He made me feel so fucking irresistible
and sexy.

  With him looking like this…

  I wanted to jump his bones right here and now.

  Throw him backwards onto that couch, straddle his hips, ride his cock while he kissed my fucking neck, and made me scream so loud that you could hear me from six cities away.

  I wished that I could be with him.

  I just felt so terrible knowing that I was hiding such a big secret from him.

  That he didn't even know my real fucking name.

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  My real fucking identity.

  I wished that I could tell him…

  Hell, I WANTED to tell him.

  If it meant that I had a chance to be with him.

  The man that I had so much chemistry with.

  We'd tried so hard to stay away from each other…

  But we fucking failed each time.

  We felt sad and broken without each other,

  That no matter how many other men or women we tried to see...

  We always went back to each other.

  Because what we had…

  It was a real connection.

  And I was stupid to throw it away.

  I was never going to find a man like this in my entire life, for as long as I lived…

  Even after the mission would be over, And I proved Donte to be innocent with all of the murders.

  I knew how wrong it was of me to be enjoying his presence so much…

  Was it so wrong of me to want to make the most of him while it lasted?

  To make the most of him before the truth 433

  came out?

  Before this whole thing blew over…

  And I had to move away again?

  Either way…

  With him staring at me like this, Making me feel like a true fucking princess…

  Making me feel like a fucking goddess…

  I felt inclined to start dancing.

  I was put off at first, but now that I knew it was Donte in the room, I wanted to fucking dance for him.

  I wanted to watch him get all hot and bothered for me.

  To feel him get all worked up for me.

  To watch him grow hard, and stroke himself over the sight of me.

  To let him watch me shake my ass, and watch my ass cheeks clap in the air.

  To watch me twerk for him.

  Play with my boobs for him.

  Because he was the only damn man who could give me this much confidence…

  The only damn man that I wanted to shake my ass for.

  The only damn man that I wanted in my life.

  The only man I wanted to see me like this.

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  And this tiny dress wasn't doing me any favours...

  It was making me feel much sexier, Because I NEVER wore revealing clothes like this.

  I was so fucking ready.

  So fucking ready to please Donte Abruzzi…

  The man who’d rocked my world, from the first day I ever walked into his office.

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  As Sapphire stared back at me, with just as much hunger and lust, she did the last thing that I expected her to fucking do.

  She started fucking dancing for me.

  Shaking her hips and biting her finger at me seductively,

  While not breaking eye contact with me for a second…

  She danced, dropping up and down.

  And I swear…

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  It was the sexiest thing I'd ever goddamn seen in my entire life.

  Was this woman purposefully trying to fucking kill me?

  If her mission was to make me fall for her even harder than I already had, then she was fucking succeeding.

  A sigh escaped my lips as I watched her, my eyes darkening with desire, and smouldering with lust. Wanting her to stop teasing me and just come over here and claim her mouth with mine. Grind that pretty pussy against my cock.

  Let me take her breasts into my mouth. Bite her ass cheeks. Slap her ass for being a naughty fucking girl. Hold onto her hips while my lips sucked on her neck. My pants were feeling way too fucking tight. I groaned uncontrollably, resisting the urge to put my hand inside my boxers and start fucking stroking myself, that was proving to be more and more difficult.

  Goddamn, she was good…

  I just wanted to take her right here.

  She turned around so that her ass was in the air.

  This woman was going to be the fucking death of me.

  Her dress was so fucking short.

  So damn fucking short.

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  It rode up while she danced, letting me see those fat, round cheeks that she usually hid. And for the first time, I got a glimpse of her perfect pretty pussy.

  Her pussy that was made for me.

  And then she turned around again…

  And she flashed me a wink.

  I stared at her,

  Drinking her all in.

  Because I knew that she was going to regret this tomorrow, when I would see her at work again.

  So I may as well make the most of the moment while it lasts, right?

  I let my eyes wander from her face, Down to her hips,

  Down to her long, thick, juicy legs, that looked good enough to kiss.

  But suddenly…

  I found myself furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

  Narrowing my eyes.

  In a state of confusion.

  In a state of fucking shock.

  My eyes stopped scanning her body, and I darted my eyes to focus on her legs properly.

  Because something looked off to me.

  I allowed myself to stare.

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  To stare, trying to figure out what was wrong.

  Trying to figure out what I’d just seen that had screwed with my mind to the point that I couldn’t allow myself to enjoy her dance anymore.

  And that was when I saw it.

  She was dancing, but her dress had rode up.

  And I saw a ginormous purple bruise spread across her thigh, that looked like it had been disguised with make-up.

  It looked like the initial of a name…

  And suddenly…

  Everything was making complete fucking sense to me.

  Fucking hell.

  Her ex-boyfriend fucking branded her leg with his initials?!

  How fucked up have you gotta be, to be capable of doing something like that?!

  I wanted to fucking kill him. I wanted to hunt down that motherfucker, and squeeze his neck. Torture him. Hammer nails into his feet, while he begged for his life. Torch his fucking balls, burning them and severing them. Knock his fucking teeth out. Throw acid on that bastard’s face.

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  I wanted him to pay for what he’d fucking done.

  What the actual fuck...

  I could feel my breathing constrict. I caught a lump in my throat, and I couldn’t even swallow it down. I could feel my eyes well with tears. Feeling like I was suffocating. Feeling like my world was coming crashing down on me.

  Just the mere thought of somebody hurting her was enough to push me over the fucking edge, never mind somebody actually hurting her. This was enough to make my blood boil to the point that it almost fucking dried up.

  I wanted to murder. I wanted to take down every motherfucker who so much had looked at her the wrong way. I wanted to keep her safe. I wanted to save her.

  This was why she'd been constantly turning me down, constantly saying no to a relationship. Constantly shutting me away when things got heated.

  Why she was normally so embarrassed to wear revealing clothes.

  Why she ran out of the room the night that we got intimate…

  Then turned up to my office the next day saying that the whole thing was a fucking mistake.

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  Her ex was a toxic, abusive, manipulative son-of-a-bitch.

  A fucking bastard.

  A misogynistic motherfucker.

  And in this mome
nt…

  I'd never felt so fucking ashamed of myself.

  I stopped chasing her,

  Stopped pursuing her.

  I gave up on her…

  Because I thought that she was a prestige bitch. That she was stuck-up and unappreciative.

  Because I thought that SHE THOUGHT

  that I was out of her league.

  That I wasn't good enough for her.

  That I didn't meet her standards...

  I had no fucking idea about what she'd been through.

  No fucking idea of what she'd been through in the past.

  And now, I’d got a pretty clear fucking picture.

  I didn’t know what was going to happen between us in the future, or what this meant for us…

  But I did know one thing.

  That I wasn’t going to give up on her.

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  I vented out to her that day. That she knew how women worked. That Sapphire probably needed some reassurance, before she let her guard down again.

  Yet I’d behaved like an immature motherfucker. Sleeping with other women. Not giving her the reassurance that she needed, or wanted.

  No wonder she had thought I was a monster the first day she ever laid eyes on me.

  But I was going to do my best to make things right. I was going to do my best to fix this situation. To let Sapphire know how much I wanted to fight for this.

  Fight for us.

  I knew that I was going to protect her from any harm that came her way.

  That I was going to treat her like the queen she was.

  That I was going to remind her everyday how beautiful she was, no matter what she thought about herself.

  That she couldn't let her ex hold a chokehold on her life.

  That not all men were the same…

  I wouldn't rest until her ex fucking suffered for what he did.

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  Sapphire.

  Made her recover from all of the heartbreaking things she’d went through.

  Hell, we’d heal each other. Be each other’s remedies.

  She wanted me...

  And I was going to show her just how much I wanted her.

  I was going to show her what it was like to be with a real man.

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  I finished dancing, and Donte got up from his seat. I had no idea what he was going to do, or even say next.