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The Mafia's Ruination - Episode 40




The  Mafia's Ruination - Episode 40

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            


Alice's POV

Now, I'm strolling towards his office, my boredom reaching unbéarable levels. 

I'm bored as héll. 

In fact, I'm starting to think that even héll might be more entertaining than this. He'd warnéd me that he was swamped and that I should refràin from disturbing him, but the monotony was threaténing to consúme me. 

Boredom can be lethal... for people like me, at least. 

I mentally brace myself for a potential argument before knocking on his door. I hear an annoyed cúrse from within, but I venture in regardless. 

He looks at me as if he's about to reprimand a child. "Alice, I'm busy..." He begins, but I cut him off. 

"I won't be a disturbance, I swéar."

"I find that hard to believe, Minx." 

I can't help but smile at his nickname for me, Minx. I can't help but wonder if he gives other women with such endearing monikers. I shrug nonchalantly. 

"Your call. I'm just incredibly bored and need something to occupy myself." 

He furrows his flawless brows in confusion before sighing in resignation. "You could watch TV, surf the web on your phone, or even paint or draw." 

"I'm aware of that, but I'd rather watch you work," I retort, gracing him with a radiant smile, which he reluctantly returns. 

"Kitten, I'm busy," he complains.

Now, it's my turn to blink in confusion. "You can't just stand there, biting your lip like that. It's distracting," he says. 

"Should I leave then?" I ask. 

I bite the inside of my mouth, anticipating his response. I didn't come here with the intention of distracting him. As I've mentioned before, I'm simply bored and in need of something to do. 

He rises from his seat and approaches me. "There are rules if you want to stay here," he states. 

I can't suppress the smirk that slowly forms on my lips. "You do realize I live to break your rules, right?" 

His laughter fills the room as he locks his gaze with mine. "You're a handful," he admits. 

"Is that a good or bad thing?" I ask. 

"I don't know, you tell me," he responds. I purse my lips, waiting for his next move. His eyes drop to my lips and he groans. "This is a bad idea, Kitten. I won't get anything done if you stay here." 

"So, should I leave?" I ask. "That's not fair," he grumbles, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "You know I can't resist your beautiful eyes." 

A proud smile stretches across my lips, causing him to frown.

My lips curved into a triumphant smile, which was met with a frown from him. "Behave yourself and stay put, okay?" He commanded, and I responded with a slow nod. 

He then returned to his seat and began working on my laptop. Alexander's gray eyes remained fixated on his laptop screen, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the keys. Meanwhile, my attention was drawn to him, observing the subtle movements of his muscles as he typed. 

The monotony was beginning to set in, making me feel even more bored than before. Perhaps it was time to inject some fun into the situation. Our conversation had been sparse over the past few minutes, and the boredom was reaching its peak. 

Rising from my seat, I noticed his gaze following me until I reached him. "I'm bored, Alex," I complained with a pout. "I'm really bored." 

"Just let me finish up here, then we can watch a movie together," he replied, his fingers still dancing over the laptop keys. 

A pang of jealousy hit me; those keys were receiving his attention when it should have been me. 

My mind and body were in perfect sync, and before I realized it, I was kneeling before Alexander, positioned between his legs. His gaze shifted from the haze of work to a clear desire - a desire for me. 

"Kitten, stop," he pleaded, but his voice betrayed a yearning for more as I gently massaged him through his jeans. His eyes fluttered shut as I continued my ministrations, his attempts to resist the pleasure proving futile. I was determined not to let him retreat back to his laptop. 

Not tonight, Mr. Romano. Tonight, you're mine. 

"And what if I refuse?" I teased, toying with the zipper of his pants. "What will you do, Alexander?" Saying his full name elicited a reaction from him. He gripped the armrest for support, I assumed. 

"I'll..." His voice emerged, stuttering and strained. "I'll lock you in your room."

Ever since I encountered this man, who seemed to be favored by the gods, he has consistently issued a variety of thréats. They should frightén me, but instead, they have an unexpected effect - they excite me. However, I found myself continually défying his orders, doing exactly what he had warned me against.

This is our peculiar dynamic. This was the first time I was giving a BJ to Alex, or any man, in this particular way. I'm no saint, but I'm not prómiscuous either. 

I've had my share of séx, but never have I performed this act. It seemed degràding to knéel before a man who didn't deserve it. But Alex was different. He wasn't just any man. He was my Alex... The Alex who had special nicknames for me and knew how to pleasure me without even laying a finger on me. The fact that Alex was the first man I performed this act with filled my heart with contentment and joy.

"Hmm," I hummed softly, pulling down the zipper of his pants. "Really? You'll confíne me to my room? How terrífying!"

"I need to review the presentation for tomorrow. You're distracting and temptíng me," he said. I grinned, my heart fluttering. 

The thought that I could témpt the formidàble Alexander Romano was exhilàrating.

I tugged at his jeans, trying to pull it down but it doesn't budge. He sighs, defeatedly and lifts his hip up for me to drag it down. 

After I completely feel him for the barriers. Thick, long, and cradled by veins, his cóck barely fit in my hand as I wrap my hand around it, stroking it carefully and twisting when I reach the tip. 

Spreading the arousàl of his precúm with my thumb, I bring it to my tongue and taste him. 

That action earns me a deep exhale from Alex with a silent mutter of a word, adjusting himself on the seat to pull his boxers all the way to his knees. 

I feel my mouth run dry as I watch my hand glides up and down his lengthy membér, thighs begging to open wide, so I can reach between my legs to give myself some relief or at least crush them together tightly to cause some sensual friction. 

There's something about watching Alexander screw his eyes shut and cursé while being pleasured that makes me wettér. 

I was on my knees, yet I feel like I was on top of the world. 

"Fúck..." He finally blurts out as I take the head of his cóck into my wet and ready mouth, rolling my tongue around his sensitive flesh as I sucked lightly, tasting his arousal. I pop it out of my mouth and go back to stroking him, that earns me a scowl which I giggled at. 

He is an incredibly attractive man, and his stern gaze sends shivers down my spine. 

Good heavens, what could be happening to me? 

Every single action of his either makes my heart race or sends a thrilling sensation through me. 

I sighed, suddenly losing the désire to continue what I had started. 

He noticed and exhaled in disappointment. Guilt, that's what I felt coursing through my veins. 

He lifts me up and positions me on his lap. "What's wrong?" His worried gaze meets mine as he tilts my head to maintain eye contact. 

What's wrong? I don't even know what's wrong with me. 

Another sigh escapes my lips, and I shake my head. "Nothing." 

"Are you sure, Alice?" He asks, gently cradling my jaw. "You seem off." 

That's because I am off. I don't understand what's happening to me all of a sudden. Yes, I know I'm sexuàlly attracted to Alexander, but something feels out of place. It doesn't feel like mere attraction anymore, it feels like Alex is truly mine, but that's impossible. At least not in this lifetime. 

Our lives are so disparate, so far removed from each other. Wait! Do I have feelings for Alexander? I thought, exhaustion seeping into my voice. I avoid his captivating gray eyes, fearing they might cast a spell on me. 

"Alice, look at me," he urges, but I resist. "Look at me," he repeats, his tone sharper, causing me to flinch. "I need you to tell me what's troubling you. Did my father upsét you? Did he hàrm you? I swéar, I won't hesitate to confront him." 

I try to soothe him, attempting to pacify the fúry within him. "Your father didn't hàrm me, I'm not húrt. I'm just weary, truly," I reassure him, leaning in to kiss him, but he doesn't reciprocate. I run my fingers through his hair. "I'm alright, I promise. Now, kiss me, Mr. Alexander Romano." 

At last, a smile graces his handsome face and he complies - his lips meet mine, stealing my breath away. He is bare beneath me, and I strive to resist succumbing to the pleasure, but as usual, I can't resist Alexander. 

TBC 📖✍️

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