Indebted to the Mafia King

*Tatiana*

At first, I'm shocked by what's going on, barely reacting to Angelo's lips on mine. But it lasts less than a couple of seconds, before I groan against him and grant his tongue the access it so desperately wants.

Angelo pulls my body against his, his hands wrapped around my waist, keeping me trapped to him. His kiss is so delicious, so enticing, so...sexy. He knows exactly what he's doing, his tongue dancing inside my mouth as if it wants to commit to memory every inch of it.

When he sucks my bottom lip, I forget about all the reasons why this is completely wrong. I shouldn't let this happen, but right now, I can't find any answer within me as to why not.

A moan escapes my throat when I feel his hands moving from my hip, down to my ass. He grabs and squeezes it before pulling me tightly against him.

He is already hard for me, and that is the only sign I need to know he wants the same thing I do. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down and deepening our kiss even more. Angelo doesn't let go of me while his hands start roaming my entire body, from my ass to my ribs, and up to my chest.

Thank God I found this tank top. I'd hate myself if I had come here with one of those enormous shirts. The thin fabric makes it easier for me to feel his touch, and by the time his palms brush over my nipples, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I melt in his arms.

I moan again, not even bothering to feel embarrassed for it. I can feel I'm only enticing him more, if the way his dick is hardening against my stomach is any indication of it. Angelo pulls away from our kiss, and his mouth lowers to my jaw and neck and up to my earlobe, where he sucks at it, leaving me momentarily numb with pleasure.

My core is already throbbing with need, and I don't know how to solve this problem.

I mean, I do, but I don't want to have to beg him. However, I don't think I can hold on much longer. It's been so long since I've been touched like this, desired like this, horny like this...

It's somewhat embarrassing, and I'm sure my cheeks are red as fuck, but thankfully, he doesn't seem to notice or care about it.

Angelo starts walking backward toward what I think is the weight bench. I want to tell him to be careful, but I fear this might break the mood. He seems to know exactly what he is doing, though, because the next thing I know, he's sitting down and pushing me onto his lap.

Fuck, the pressure it applies to my already sensitive spot is almost too much to bear.

He kisses me again, his hands darting to my ass and scooting me forward. My leggings and his joggers are still on the way, but the friction seems to be enough for me to release some of my need.

My panties are soaked, and I wish I could get rid of them immediately, but since I can't,

I slowly start to rock my hips back and forth against his hardness.

He hisses against my mouth, tightening his grip on my hips and assisting me by guiding me on top of him.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he whispers, and I smirk to myself, kissing him again.

If I'm about to die in the next few hours or days, at least I get to feel this wonderful

man first. Not exactly how I'd want to, but just enough to confirm he surely knows how to please a woman.

I wonder if we'll have a chance to finish this someday, but right now, I'll just enjoy what I can.

My head falls backward, and I close my eyes when I feel his hand reaching me where I need him the most. Over the fabric of the leggings, his thumb starts caressing my clit and I have to bite my lips so as not to moan loudly.

"Oh, God, this is so good," I groan, speeding up on top of him.

My brain starts to get clouded as I feel my orgasm approaching. I barely remember what it feels like having been so long since I've been with a guy like this-but when that electric current creeps up on me, from my toes to my stomach, I stick my nails on his shoulders, holding on for dear life as I release myself.

When the wave of pleasure dissipates, I lean my forehead against his shoulder, trying to compose myself and steady my breathing.

"That was..." I trail off, too tired to speak or even think of something coherent to say. "Great?" he offers, and I can hear the note of amusement in his tone.

"I was going to say delicious, but that works too," I laugh, pulling back to look at him.

I should say that was a huge mistake, but I can't force the words out of my mouth. Because no matter how wrong this was, I don't regret it.

At this point, my life is hanging by a thread. If I can't get out of here alive, start anew somewhere, I'll at least enjoy the few things that still make my heart race.

A voice coming from outside the door jerks me off his lap, and I take several steps

backward to get some distance from him in case someone enters.

"Angelo, are you in there?" the man's voice asks, a bit closer this time.

"I'm here. I'll be out there in a second," Angelo answers, adjusting himself in his pants and standing from the bench.

"Okay, we'll wait in the living room to brief you on the details of our next moves," the guy informs. "Don't take long, though, because we need to leave again in an hour."

Angelo nods, even though I'm the only one who can see him.

"We should...go," he suggests to me, clearing his throat. I love the way he seems just as out of control as I am, his eyes scanning me before he runs his fingers through his hair, frustrated.

"I'm sorry about that," I say, although I'm not being completely honest. I don't regret it, but I feel like I put him in a bad spot somehow. "I got carried away. I-It won't happen again," I add, starting to stammer.

Angelo's eyes darken.

"You have nothing to apologize for. And we'll talk about that later," he replies with a raspy voice, gesturing for the door with his head.

I take the hint and follow him out of the gym, trying as hard as I can to ignore the way my body seems to gravitate toward him.

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"Stay in your room until I come to pick you up," he orders, not turning to look at me. I watch as he heads to the living room, and with a deep breath, I take the stairs to my

room.

It is frustrating to feel this way after I've had the best orgasm of my life. And I didn't even have to be undressed for it.

Why do I feel guilty about it? Why do I feel bad for Angelo? He was the one who kissed me first. If he didn't want things to get so far, he shouldn't have done it in the first place.

He also kidnapped you and is keeping you here against your will, that stupid voice inside my head reminds me.

Why do things have to be so complicated?

What was I really expecting?

Shaking my head, I decide to take a shower and get rid of all the sweat in my skin, not

to mention Angelo's scent. I can't think clearly while I can still feel his cologne all over

me.

The cold water helps me focus. I wanted to get a hot shower instead, but I don't need

to relax right now. I need to keep myself on alert as much as possible.

I feel the water falling down my head, and close my eyes, thinking about how my life turned upside down in so little time.

I feel so frustrated here. Bored and anxious all the time, unsure of what the future

holds. How am I supposed to live like this?

You need to find something useful to tell them.

Of course. This is what I should be focusing on. I need to remember something important about Oleg, otherwise I could be dead in the blink of an eye if they decide

to believe I'm just stalling and wasting their time.

Why can't I remember a single thing Lev told me about Oleg, though?

The fact the Rominas have shitty businesses everywhere is not a secret, but I can't remember a single name that will buy my ticket out of here.

I try to go back to the last conversation I had with Lev and Ilya before we left Russia. They told me to keep my eyes open all the time and not to trust anyone. They said they had some allies here, but they never gave me any names.

They also told me to stay away from Chinatown.

I frown, opening my eyes and staring at the wet tiles in front of me.

Chinatown.

That could be a hint.

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A very vague one, but I could start from there. Maybe Angelo and his guys have a way

to investigate further and see if there's something suspicious there.

I rush to finish my shower, suddenly excited to talk to Angelo.

I wrap myself in a towel and run to the bedroom, grabbing some shorts and another T-

shirt from the wardrobe. I'm brushing my hair when Angelo knocks on my door.

"I'm coming," I yell, tossing the brush aside and pulling the door open.

I'm ready to step outside when I notice he has a tray of food in his hands.

"I thought you'd be hungry after all the...workout," he says, a grin spreading on his

lips as I make way for him to enter the room.

He's also showered and changed into sweatpants and a plain white shirt.

God, have I mentioned how I love when his hair is wet, the curls falling down his eyes...it's mesmerizing.

"Tatiana?" he calls, setting the tray on the desk, and I realize I've been staring.

"I'm back to being a prisoner in my room?" I ask, closing the door and walking toward

him.

Angelo shakes his head, gesturing for the food. "No, but I didn't think you'd like to eat with a bunch of men staring at you, so..."

I nod, appreciating the gesture, even though I feel there's something off. I sit down to eat while Angelo remains on his feet, his arms crossed as he stares out the window. "Are you not eating?" I glance at him, taking the first bite of a delicious steak. I'm actually surprised I'm allowed to have such a nice meal while being a prisoner. But again, I was also granted an orgasm an hour ago, and I doubt that was on the 'how to treat a prisoner nicely' list.

"I've already eaten," he replies coldly, not looking at me.

Frustration boils within me and I drop the fork on my plate, causing a loud noise to echo through the room.

Angelo looks at the plate and then at me, his brows creasing.noveldrama

"Did I do something?" I blurt out before he has the chance to say anything. "Why are

you treating me like that all of a sudden? I know I'm your prisoner and all that, but " "It's not your fault, I'm sorry," he cuts me off, his eyes softening as his hand reaches to brush a strand of hair from my face. "I just have a lot going on right now. And I'm-" "You regret kissing me," I complete bitterly.

"No, I don't," he replies right away, his gaze never wavering from mine. The intensity in his eyes is almost too much for me to bear. "I'm not apologizing for kissing you."