Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

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By the t| finally come, it has already been an hour. Releasing a low moan of satisfaction, | finally loosen my

grip on Dana's head and rip her off my dick. She looks about ready to pass out, her body wavering left and right

as she readjusts her top. Cum strings hang about her chin from when the bitch tried to pull off ofand spit my

shit out onto my pants. She honestly thought | would let her get away with it, but she was wrong. Shocked when

| snatched her by the back of her skull and held her in place, she lost softo the struggle. Maybe | should

have made it clear before she started, but no one puts their mouth on my cock unless they intend to swallow.

* mean, really? Who the fuck taught her how to suck a dick?*

If I hadn't finally closed my eyes to the memory of fucking Romany in my bed, | might still have her sloppy

tongue around my shit.

Now that I'm looking at her, my chest heaving from the effort it took just to climax, I realize a few things that

should have been painfully obvious already.

One - I'm becoming more than a little obsessed with my sassy little maid.

Two This girl in front ofis not her.

For sreason | cannot explain and at spoint in tsince our first meeting, Romany has managed to

climb into that terribly black organ in the center of my chest. That *thing* that | refuse to name. That | *refuse*

to *have!* | want her and *only* her.

But... she doesn't want me. She might well and truly hate me.

*esus, I'm really losing it.*

"Get up," | snap, peeling one of her eyelashes off of my thigh and sticking it to the side of her face.

"What?" Dana snarls. "No thank you?"

| blink at her slowly. "Thank you... for taking that hour of my life that | will never get back."

"Wow," she says, standing carefully and glaring down at me. "Santos doesn't give you nearly enough credit.

You're a real asshole."

Finally | can grant her a genuine smile. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Lets not forget, | am your new boss and

one thing I *will* have - is your respect. Is that clear?"

She nods stiffly, wobbling backward toward her seat to grab her purse. "Yes sir."

"Good," | say, standing and using a tissue to clean myself off. "Your room is on the second floor, second hall,

third door on the right."

She nods then makes her way toward the door. With her hand on the knob, she speaks over her shoulder to me,

"Has Damien changed rooms?"

I snicker, thinking to myself how hopeless this poor girl must be. She's already looking to console herself in

Damien's arms. "No. Why would you think that?"

"I see," she says somewhat sadly, then opens the door. "Does he have a girlfriend living with him, then?"

*A girlfriend ?*

"Not that I'm aware," | answer smoothly, doing my best to hide my growing irritation. "Why? And look at me

when you are speaking to me. I'm a fucking boss and you will act accordingly."

She turns around looking even more out of place than she did when she first walked in. "Because | went to see

him when | first arrived. I-um waned to surprise him, but..."

"But?" | cock an eyebrow, a bone chilling calm falling overwhen | remember running into Romany charging

out of her suite with an armload of clothing.

*| assumed she was headed to see Simone. *

*Was | wrong?*

Dana nibbles her lips, gazing down at my feet. "He wasn't there. There was a girl. She answered the door in her

pajamas."

"Oh?" | prompt her, working to sound bored. "What did this girl look like?"

"Long black hair, silver streaks, big boobs. She was pretty, | guess," Dana snarks a bit angrily. "If you like that

type of girl." *Romany.*

"Pretty you guess," | chuckle. *Fucking really?* "As far as | know, Damien does not have a girlfriend and the

woman you just described works here, for me. As do you. However, she has her own rooms to sleep in." *Or mine

if she needs so badly to share one, damn it.*

"Are you saying | should try again?" Dana asks, her face hopeful.

*Good God. She's in love with him. Poor thing.*

"lI am not saying anything. | don't give advice. I'm not Dr. Phil. I'm just informing you that the girl you saw is

*not* his girlfriend," | state as coolly as I'm able when inside I'm fuming.

*Fucking Antony. If he hadn't attacked her, she would have no excuse to sleep elsewhere. *

*| don't have even one camera in Damien's suite. | won't have any clue what the fuck they are doing.*

"Right," Dana says, relieved.

"Don't forget the rules about mealtimes. If you intend to eat here, you get to the dining room on tor you

starve."

"Do all of your employees eat together? Like all the maids and the guards-"

"No!" | interrupt with a smirk. "Are you kidding me? There's a small cafeteria style dining area behind the kitchen

for most of my live-in staff members. Only the few... very special members of my household are invited to eat at

my table. As well as my business associates. *They* are to be treated as my guests at all times. If they want

something from you"-my eyes traipse down her body slowly-"you are not to give it to them without my say so. Is

that clear?"

She swallows thickly as | lead her out of my office and into the hall. "W-would they do that? W-want something?"

| grin. *From you? Probably not.* "They might. It has been known to happen and if it should, | intend to capitalize

on it before it does."

She flinches, her eyebrows furrowing in disgust. "Wouldn't that makea hooker?"

I laugh, steering her toward the service elevators. "Not at all. A hooker gets a cut of the profit. | wouldn't be

sharing mine."

We ride up to the second floor together and | walk her toward her room, all the while pretending that every cell

in my body isn't tuned in to the closed door on the opposite end of the hall.

"Here we are,” | say, unlocking the door and handing her the key. "This is yours. Make sure and lock-up whenever

you leave. You should find your luggage has already been deposited inside. | will see you in the morning for

breakfast."

She walks past the threshold then turns around slowly. "You-um..." she starts, "don't want to cin, do you?"

She eyes me, her breath quickening a bit when her gaze lands on the front of my pants. Again, | smirk. "Not even

a little bit. Goodnight."

She sours, slamming the door in my face and locking it with an angry snarl.

*Maybe | should have. | could have fucked her, spent the night, then engineered it so that | was exiting her room

the stas Romany exited Damien's.*

"Fuck!" I hiss, stepping back and heading for the elevators as quickly as possible.

*Who the hell am | turning into? I'm not smanipulative female and | shouldn't be acting like one. *

But as | ride up to my suite and then step into my rooms my mind goes over every little thing | ever did to make

Romany hate me. Because she *does* hate me. | can tell.

As | open up a brand new bottle of whiskey and take a deep drink, | picture that night. The night I sold her body

like a fucking a fucking pimp. With a chuckle, | realize, she is one expensive piece of pussy. Not only did the

buyers lose power and property... two of them lost their lives for it. Antony is the only one left. If he's still here

when Mickey arrives at the end of the week, he won't last long.

As much as | want to see Antony suffer for what he did tonight, | know I can't allow it. Another unexplained

disappearance will not only shine a spotlight on me, but it will warrant a visit from the higher ups. The district

bosses. No woman is worth that.

*Not even one that haunts my dreams.*

"Tomorrow night," | say to flatscreen, pulling up the footage of everything that transpired in Romany's room

before the attack, "she sleeps in here. With me."

*| will make it happen.*

*By any means necessary.*

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