The Power of a Woman: A Mafia Erotic Romance (29 page)

The door opened slowly, carefully. Once the tall, beefy man who resembled a brick wall noticed Stefan, he opened it wider to let us through. Sunny followed us in, but sunk back in the shadows next to the door. Stefan and Silvano exchanged a short nod, and then we made our way deeper into the club.

It was dark, the only lights were from the stages, with the main stage having the brightest spotlight. Twinkle lights were embedded into the ceiling, but they offered no real purpose other than aesthetics. Stefan guided me in front of him as we continued along the outer wall, hidden in the shadows. Once we spotted Antonio in his booth, we stopped. He was alone, his nearly empty drink in his hand, and a pissed off, yet sad expression on his scarred face. Several empty shot glasses littered the table, turned upside down, to boast his consumption for the evening.

Stefan bent down to my ear and said just loud enough for me to hear, “You know what to do and what to say. I’ll have my eyes on you the entire time. Nothing will happen to you. You’ve got this.” He slapped my ass and gently shoved me forward, in the direction of Antonio.

After one step, something clicked inside. I don’t know if it was the beat of the music, the feel of Stefan’s eyes on me, the black lacy number that barely held in my breasts, or the fact that I was born for this…but something changed. My heels connected confidently on the floor, my hips swaying with each step. I had this. The spotlight might as well have been on me since this was my time to shine. This is what I did best—play with boys to get what I wanted.

I slid easily into the circular booth beside him, never taking my eyes off his face. I needed to make sure he didn’t study me too carefully, otherwise he just might recognize me. Since I hadn’t really been involved too much with business associates, unless they were older and dealt directly with my father, they didn’t immediately know who I was. And I had to bank on that with Antonio. We all knew who he was—he had a dick. But to the younger ones, the ones slightly older than me who hadn’t grown up around me, they’d look at me and normally see ass and tits walking on spreadable legs. I needed to make sure that’s all he saw when he realized my presence next to him.

And as if bait on a hook, he bit. He turned my way, his unfocused gaze not traveling further than my chest, and it made me smile. “Whatcha doing over here all by yourself, handsome?” I snapped my gum as if playing the part of Kit in
Pretty Woman
.

With his eyes glued to my breasts like he could see nipple, he licked his lips and said, “Waiting for you, doll.”

I mentally rolled my eyes, hating the overused names these men called women. And hating even more that most women swooned for them. Gag me already. “Oh yeah? And what do you have in mind?”

He briefly pulled his attention to my face before leaning into my ear. Fear was nowhere to be found as his hot breath hit my skin. Instead, it was exhilaration. Not because of his flirting or attention, but because I knew I had him right where I needed him. “It starts with your mouth around my cock, and ends with you bent over my desk. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

I didn’t let him back away. I turned my head so that I could speak into his ear, since this seemed to be the only way to really hear the other person without shouting. “You could at least pretend I’m a lady. You know, maybe talk for a few minutes before you have me choking on your cum.”

He pulled back with a devilish grin on his lips. “Why waste my time talking when I could have any mouth or ass I want?”

“Because when I came to you, you were all alone. I’m sure I can find another guy here that will be willing to talk to me first. Your loss.”

Before I could move, he grabbed my arm. “Why do you want me to talk so badly?” His deep-set eyes and pockmarked face would’ve had any woman ready to run for the hills, but not me. His hold on my arm was too light and his eyes were too curious for me to take him as a serious threat.
Weak ass motherfucker
.

I leaned forward so he could hear me, getting right in his face, showing him that he didn’t scare me. If I knew one thing about men like him, it was that women will balls turned them on more than a man with a tranny obsession. “Because I’m not a whore. But if you play your cards right and treat me with a little bit of dignity, I could become
your
whore. You strike me as a man who understands how a little stroking can go a long way.”

He leaned back in the booth, getting comfortable again. “You look familiar. Where do I know you from? I know I haven’t fucked you yet, because I’d never forget a body like that.”

My heart missed a beat for a second, but it recovered once I fully took him in. His eyes were glazed over and he couldn’t hold his head up straight, clearly intoxicated. “I don’t know, sugar. I used to be Nico Giannotti’s girl a while back. Maybe you saw us out together back in the day.”

Antonio sneered, curling his lip in disgust. “Nico’s girl? Why did you waste your time with him? You know what? It doesn’t matter. You’re just like the rest of them.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, squaring my shoulders at him in the hopes he’d go back to focusing on my chest like before. Having him stare at me that way caused my bravado to hiccup slightly.

And it worked perfectly. His eyes zeroed in on my breasts, no longer studying my face in the darkened room. “They all came running to me after leaving Nico’s bed. You’ve been there, you know what I mean. The man didn’t know how to please a bitch. I’m just surprised it’s taken you this long to search me out.”

“Well, I guess I was too busy mourning his death to find you.”

He laughed, but I couldn’t hear it. The only thing that gave it away besides his eager grin was the way his shoulders shook and how his eyes lit up as he glanced around the room.

“Something funny about Nico dying? Care to share? I could use a little humor in that department. I’m tired of crying over a dead man that couldn’t ever get me off,” I said, really playing it up. The only fear I had was that I’d overdone it.

But the way he cupped his chin, scratching his rough skin told me I’d played it to perfection. “He was a weak bitch. Don’t cry over him, sweet thing. He’s not worth it.” He placed his hot palm on my thigh, sending chills down my spine as if his touch was made of ice. “He was a coward, a worthless motherfucker. If you want to cry, I’m sure I can make that happen. But don’t waste your time shedding tears over a ball-less sack of shit that cried for his mommy as he stared down the barrel of a loaded .45.”

I raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. “Although this kind of talk makes me wet and horny, I don’t appreciate being lied to. We all know Nico wasn’t shot with a .45. But nice try.”

He leaned in even closer, his hand moving higher on my thigh until his thumb brushed against the thin material of my panties. If he moved any further, he’d find me soaked through the fabric. Then again, that might work to my advantage. He didn’t need to know that what he felt was actually Stefan’s cum leaving me from our earlier exchange in his bathroom. All he needed to think was that his confession turned me on.

“I never said he was shot with it. Only that he cried while staring down the barrel of one,” he said into my ear. “How wet will you get if I told you he didn’t just cry, but begged for his life? That he had snot dripping down his face from sobbing so hard as he begged? Does that turn you on?”

I bucked my hips to give him something to go on, to keep him talking.

“Oh, she likes to hear about how her boyfriend turned into a little girl, huh? You like that?” he asked, and all I could do was nod quickly and moan with his face still pressed against mine. I wanted this to be over with so I could go, not caring to deal with his touch any longer. “What if I told you he pissed himself? The little bitch was so scared, he literally peed his fucking pants. What if I told you he was shot with his own gun? His personal Smith and Wesson .38 Special. The one with the pearl grips that are now spotted red.”

I pressed my chest into his and panted heavily into his ear for added effect. “How would you know this…the gun was never found.”

“Leave the gun, take the cannoli? Nah. Let’s just say I like to have my pastry and eat it, too.”

I gently pushed him off me and gave a sultry smile his way. “I love your foreplay, but I think I need a trip to the ladies’ room to freshen up in order to continue this. Otherwise, I might just come right here…right now.”

“I can’t just let you get up and leave me with no guarantee you’ll return.”

I reached beneath the hem of my dress and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs. I handed him my black thong, and a satisfied smile consumed my face as I watched him pull the fabric to his nose, taking a deep inhale where it was the wettest. If only he knew that was Stefan’s cum pressed against his lips…

“I’ll be right back, baby,” I told him before leaving him with my panties.

I found Stefan’s rage-filled face in the back of the room. My feet moved faster to keep him from losing his shit and ruining it all for us. I grabbed his hand and led him to the back door where we met up with Sunny and Silvano. The door was immediately opened before we made it there, and we were quickly ushered outside. No words were exchanged, no glances or acknowledgments, just quick steps to the car as if we were fleeing a bank robbery.

I tried to speak once we were back inside the car, but Stefan’s mouth on mine instantly silenced me. His tongue left no room to argue, and I suddenly felt heated, as if my entire body had been lit on fire.

He roughly moved his hand from my face to my knee and slowly pulled my legs apart, lightly running his fingertip up my inner thigh, taunting me. My breathing quickened while his remained hard and fierce. Slowly, he pulled his lips away and settled his intense gaze on me as he methodically made his way to my bare pussy. I knew he’d seen me hand my panties to Antonio, so his lack of surprise at them missing didn’t shock me.

As he carefully teased my swelling clit with soft, light touches, I couldn’t figure out his mood. His eyes told me he was pissed, but his ragged breaths and the way he bit his bottom lip gave away his arousal.

He pressed his forehead to mine and whispered into my face, “Don’t come just yet. I have to touch you right now, but you can’t come.” His breath fanned my lips as his fingers continued their slow and torturous assault on my clit. “I don’t want Sunny to hear you. Your moans and whimpers are mine. When we get home, I want to hear you scream and beg for me. But not yet. Got it?”

I gripped the edge of the leather seat and nodded, not giving into the temptation of raising my hips, even though that’s all I wanted to do. I fought to control my need to seek out more, to encourage his fingers to press harder, move faster. Instead, I sat in my seat and stared into the dominating, passionate eyes that were burning bright with need.

As if reading my mind, he added more pressure, giving my clit a little more attention, but it still wasn’t enough. A soft whimper escaped, the only sound in the otherwise completely silent car. His eyebrow rose, telling me without words to be quiet.

My brow was damp with perspiration by the time he entered me, first with one finger, then two. I took in a deep gulp of air when he pressed in the third, and I stared at him with wide eyes, questioning if he planned to add more. I was full with three, and wasn’t sure if I could handle another with the way I was sitting. He stilled his fingers for a moment, probably waiting for me to relax around them, and then began to curl and uncurl his fingertips deep within me, reaching the sweet spot inside that would undoubtedly make me explode, no matter how hard I fought against it. His thumb pressed against my aching clit, adding another sensation, and pretty much guaranteeing an orgasm.

“I can’t, Stefan. I can’t…” I pleaded in a whisper, letting him know I couldn’t hold back much longer.

He glanced out the window and quickly withdrew his hand from my throbbing and unsatisfied pussy. It took me a minute to regain my bearings after that, and realized we had pulled into his parking garage. I barely managed to pull my dress back down to cover my exposed sex before Sunny came around to open the door.

The two men exchanged nods, and then Stefan hastily led me to the elevator in silence. Everything had been so quiet since leaving the club that the absence of noise had practically become a ringing in my ears. But once we made it to his floor and the doors opened, the spell had been broken. Stefan finally spoke.

“I need to know everything he said to you. I saw what he did, so save us both the time and don’t rehash that. It took everything in me to not go over to where you two were cuddled up together and knock his fucking teeth out for touching what’s
mine
.”

I stopped walking, forcing him to turn around to look at me. “So what was that back there, in the car? You get me all hot and bothered, but when you finally get me alone, all you want to do is talk?”

He stepped forward, grabbed my hand, and then pulled me to the living room where he aggressively—yet playfully—shoved me to the couch. I fell into a sitting position on the cushion with a wicked grin playing on my lips as he took to the ottoman in front of me, leaning in with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped in front of him. I took in his appearance for the first time since leaving the club. His hair was disheveled, proving he’d spent a lot of time running his fingers through his normally perfect locks. His eyes were hard, showing restraint. And his suit jacket seemed to have lost a lot of its stiffness, which probably meant his control back at the club had been tested. I could see him now in my mind’s eye, crossing and uncrossing his arms, stuffing his hands into his pockets repeatedly, and more than likely tugging on the bottom of his jacket often.

His possessiveness was such a turn on.

Every man had his weakness, typically a female. And the sight in front of me proved without words that I was his weakness, I was the only thing capable of testing his resolve. Seeing another man touch me would be enough to raise his blood pressure to dangerous levels. The thought both empowered me and filled me with regret all at once.