Loving The Mafia Boss

Alice stepped carefully into the room, her shoes clicking softly against the polished marble floor. The space was large, with high ceilings and dim gold lighting. Plush chairs sat near the windows, and velvet curtains hung heavy over the glass. A glass table stood untouched, and behind it, near the far wall, Rodriguez stood with his back to her, looking out the tall window.

He turned slowly when he heard the door close. His eyes met hers, then shifted away.

"You shouldn't be here," Rodriguez said, his voice low and firm. "You should go back downstairs. Your family is waiting."

Alice didn't move. "I don't want to go back."

Rodriguez raised an eyebrow but didn't speak.

She stepped forward, unhurried but sure of herself. "I came up here because of you," she said. "I saw you leave, and I followed you."

"You followed me?" he asked.

"Yes." She paused. "I wanted to see you."

Rodriguez crossed his arms. "You've seen me. Now go."

"No."

He narrowed his gaze. "Alice."

She tilted her chin up. "I'm not going."

Rodriguez let out a breath and turned his back again. "Your father's downstairs."

"I know."

"He's a police officer."

"I know that too."

Rodriguez's voice dropped, steady but cold. "And you want to be alone in a room with me? What do you think will happen here?"

Alice walked toward him slowly, step by step. "I know what I want."

He turned around sharply. "You don't know what you're asking for."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't," he said. "You're just a girl-"

"I'm not just a girl," she interrupted, stepping closer until there was little space left between them. "I'm not a child. I know who you are. I know the things people say about you. And I know what I want."

Rodriguez looked down at her, his expression tight. "You don't understand the kind of man I am."

"I've heard enough," Alice said. "You're experienced. Some even say dangerous. And you've been with many women."

Rodriguez didn't reply.

She took another step closer. "So why not me?"

He blinked once, slowly. "Because you're different."

She frowned. "Why?"

"Because you're innocent," he said. "Because you're the daughter of a cop. Because you shouldn't want anything from a man like me."

Alice lifted her hand and touched the edge of his suit jacket. "Maybe I want something I've never had before."

He stiffened under her touch. "You don't know what you're asking me to do."

"I want you to touch me."

"No."

"Yes."

Rodriguez turned sharply away from her again, his jaw tight. "I don't touch girls like you."

She moved closer again, now behind him. "That's not true. You're just afraid."

He turned back quickly, his voice rising slightly. "Afraid?"

"Yes," she said. "Afraid you might actually feel something."

Rodriguez's eyes searched hers for a long moment. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the soft beat of music from the floor below and the quiet thrum of silence between them.

Then Alice said softly, "Teach me."

He looked at her, not moving. "Teach you what?"

"What you know. What you've done with others. I want that. From you."

Rodriguez gave a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. "You don't even know what you're saying."

"I do," she said, more firmly now. "I want you. All of you."

"You shouldn't," he said again, but this time his voice wasn't as strong.

"I don't care what I should or shouldn't want."

He stared at her again, his face unreadable. Then his hand moved. Slowly, he reached forward and brushed his fingers along her jaw.

Alice didn't pull back.

"You don't even flinch," he said quietly. "You have no idea how dangerous I am."

"I'm still here."

For a moment, it looked like he would speak again, but instead, he stepped forward suddenly and pulled her closer, one hand gripping her waist, the other holding the back of her neck.

"You want to learn something?" he said, his voice rough. "Fine."

He kissed her hard, without hesitation. It wasn't gentle or sweet. It was intense, commanding, and nothing like Alice had ever known. His hand stayed tight at her waist, keeping her close. Her lips opened under his, and the moment grew deeper, heavier.

Her fingers clutched at his shirt, and she made a soft sound against his mouth. He pulled back slightly, his breath uneven.

"Still want to keep going?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

He kissed her again, slower this time, but no less firm. One kiss turned into another, and then another, until she was pressed against the edge of the table and his hands were at her waist, then her back.

Rodriguez lifted her gently onto the table without saying anything. He stood between her knees, holding her hips still, kissing her again until her fingers gripped the back of his neck.

He pulled back just enough to look into her face.

"You're shaking," he said.

Alice shook her head. "I'm not afraid."

He held her gaze. "You should be."

Then he kissed her again. Longer. Deeper. Slower.

Her hands moved to his chest, over the buttons of his shirt, and she started undoing them one by one. He didn't stop her. He only watched her with his eyes low and heavy, breathing through his nose.

When she finished, she placed her hands flat on his bare chest.

Rodriguez touched her hair, running his fingers through it slowly. "You're really not going to stop, are you?"

"No."

His hands moved to her back again, finding the zipper of her dress. She didn't stop him.

The dress slid down her shoulders, and she let it fall to her waist. He touched her skin gently at first, as if unsure, then more firmly.

"You're beautiful," he said, his voice quiet now. "You don't know what you do to people."

"I want you to want me," she said.

"I do."

He lifted her into his arms, carried her toward the bed, and laid her down.

"You want me to fuck you. That's exactly what you're going to get."

He breathed.

It had been four days since the night at the club. But Alice still could not stop thinking about the man in the expensive car. Rodriguez Pedro. His name played in her head again and again. She had only met him once, but his face had stayed in her mind.

Every time she thought about how her car had returned, parked outside without a single scratch, she knew it was not a coincidence. Rodriguez had something to do with it.

That evening, her mother, Camille Whitaker, asked her to get dressed for a charity gala. "Wear something elegant," her mother said as she looked through her jewelry box. "It's for a good cause, and we'll be seeing people from all over the city."

The gala was being held at a grand hall downtown. There were men in sharp suits and women in long dresses. Tables were set with white cloth and shiny silverware. Waiters walked around with glasses and trays. People clapped, took photos, and made small talk.

Alice stayed close to her mother and Romeo. They greeted a few people, smiled for some pictures, and listened to a speech about charity donations. But after some time, Alice couldn't stay still anymore. Her feet were sore, and her eyes kept moving across the room, looking for something else to do.

"I'm going to the restroom," she whispered to her mother.

Camille nodded and waved her off. "Don't stay too long."

Alice walked slowly, the thought of the mysterious man still in her mind.

She turned the corner toward the restroom area. But just as she was about to enter, her steps froze. There he was.

Rodriguez Pedro.

He was coming out of the hallway, alone. He had not seen her yet. He wore a dark suit. His shirt was buttoned up, and his collar sat neatly against his thick neck. The watch on his wrist looked very expensive. His face was serious, and just like the last time, he looked like he didn't care about anything or anyone.

Alice stepped in his path before he could leave.

"You," she said, her voice low but clear.

Rodriguez stopped walking. He looked at her, his face calm, his hands in his pockets.

"Yes?" he replied.

Alice took a small step closer. "You were there that night. The club. You helped us."

Rodriguez didn't smile. "Yes. I remember."

"I've been looking for you," she said. "Not outside... but in my mind. Every single day."

Rodriguez tilted his head slightly. "That's not something I asked for."

Alice took another step closer. "But it happened. I've thought of you every day. Even when I don't want to."

Rodriguez looked away for a second, like he wanted to avoid the moment. "You should forget about me."

She ignored that. Her eyes stayed on his face. She took her time speaking. "My car came back. I know you had something to do with it."

"I didn't say that," he replied, not denying it either.

"But it happened after you met us," she said softly. "You didn't just drop us off. You made sure everything was fixed. I want to know why."

Rodriguez sighed. "Does it matter? You got your car. You're safe."

"But I'm not calm," she whispered. "I haven't been calm since I saw you."

He looked her in the eyes then. She felt something stir deep inside her. She knew he was trying to act like he didn't care. But she saw something change in his eyes for a second. Something warm flickered. Then it went cold again.

Alice stepped even closer. Their bodies were only a few inches apart. "I want something from you," she said, her lips barely moving.

Rodriguez did not answer right away. His jaw moved slightly, like he was thinking about what she meant. "You don't know me, girl," he said.

"I don't need to," Alice said. "I want to feel you. I want you to take me."

Rodriguez's face turned stiff. "You're young. How old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

He stepped back, shaking his head. "That's too young. I'm thirty-eight. I don't go around taking girls your age."

"I don't care," she said quickly. "I don't care if you're older. I'm a grown woman. I can choose what I want."

He didn't reply. She could see him fighting inside. He looked like a man who knew how to say no but didn't want to.

"I've never wanted anyone like this," Alice said, her voice trembling just a little. "Not like this. I feel like if you touch me, I won't forget it."

Rodriguez raised one eyebrow. "You won't forget it?"

"No," she said, breathing harder now. "Not in this lifetime."

Then, before he could pull away again, she touched his hand. Her fingers wrapped gently around his wrist. He didn't move. Her other hand went to his chest. She held him there. He didn't look helpless, but he watched her.

"Please," she whispered. "Just once. I need to know what it feels like."

Rodriguez's hand lifted and held her wrist. He didn't pull her off. Instead, he leaned in slowly. His lips brushed against her ear. His breath was warm.

"You don't know what you're asking for."

"I do," she said. "And I still want it."

He leaned in closer and kissed her.

It wasn't soft.

It wasn't quick.

It was slow and rough, deep and full of something she had never felt before. His lips took control of hers, and her whole body pushed into his. His hands held her waist firmly. Her fingers clung to his jacket like she never wanted to let go.

The hallway was quiet, but her breathing grew louder. His kiss was strong. His mouth moved with hers in a rhythm that made her knees weak. She could feel everything-his hands, his breath, the heat that passed between them.

And then he stopped.

Rodriguez pulled away.

Alice stood there, lips swollen, eyes wide. She was breathing hard. Her dress felt too warm on her skin and she knew she was wet.

"I shouldn't have done that," Rodriguez said, taking a step back.

"But you did," Alice whispered.

Rodriguez looked down for a second, then raised his eyes to hers. "You need to forget it. Go back inside."

"What if I don't want to forget?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I don't belong in your world."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Alice threw her head back as his mouth closed around her nipple, sending a tingling sensation down her body.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," she pleaded under her breath, arching into him and having him cup her cheeks.

"I won't stop if you don't want me to," he whispered hotly against her ears, causing her pussy to react. She could feel it. She was wet and slippery. She was ready to take him. His full length inside her.

"When I start to fuck you, I won't stop. You must be sure about what you're asking." He said.

Alice nodded. She wouldn't stop and she wouldn't ask him to. She wanted him too madly. Too desperately to want him to stop.

He carried her from the car into the house. She didn't see her mom anywhere and she was glad. When he finally put her down, it was inside her bathtub. He took off his shirt and she stared at him, her mouth hanging open from the sheer shock of seeing how beautiful his body was.

He rubbed on his torso. He knew she was watching him with that wanton expression in her eyes and he didn't mind.

He looked at her. She was half immersed in the water and she could feel her body calling out to him. Above the water, her nipples were hard and inviting. She wanted him to take them one after the other in his mouth again.

She liked how he made desire course through her.

"Come, please. I can't bear to have you stand apart from me. I need your hands on me.. please," she heard herself plead in a small voice.

He didn't move to her immediately. He took his time. She watched his cock. It was hard and long. She wondered for a moment if she would be able to take all of him in her. She wasn't sure. But she wanted to have it Inside her.

He finally climbed into the tub and his skin made the first contact with hers in the water as he got her to sit on his lap. He had his shaft right at the entrance of her pussy and she hoped he'd slip it in soon. She couldn't wait any longer. Waiting was torture and she wanted it to end.

"You're beautiful," he said, as he kissed her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. She moaned softly.

She rubbed against his erection, her action urging him to enter her.

"Where did you learn that from, you lusty little thing?" He asked in an amused tone.

She didn't respond, she simply let out a moan.

"Fuck me now, please," she heard herself plead when he still didn't enter her.

"I will," he assured

When Alice opened her eyes, it was to the realization that she'd just had a wet dream about Rodriguez Pedro.

She stood up slowly and walked to the bathroom. She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face. Then she looked into the mirror.

"What's happening to me?" she asked herself softly

She wrapped her arms around her chest and leaned on the sink. Her face was still pink, her eyes a little glassy. She had never thought about a man like this before. But Rodriguez was different. He wasn't just a man. He was danger, strength, and mystery. He was everything her father would hate. But he was everything she couldn't stop thinking about.

She didn't tell Melanie about the dream. She couldn't. It was too personal. Too real. Too raw.

Later that morning, Melanie came to her room. She knocked once, then pushed the door open.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Melanie said, grinning. "We're going out for brunch. Get up!"

Alice turned from the mirror. "Who's we?"

"Me and Logan. You're coming too."

Logan was Melanie's boyfriend. He was tall, had short brown hair, and always smiled. He was friendly, always joking around.

Alice nodded. "Okay. Just give me ten minutes."

"Make it five," Melanie teased. "I'm hungry."

Alice changed into a yellow sundress. It was light and soft. She brushed her hair and tied it up in a loose bun. Then she put on a little makeup, just enough to cover how tired she looked.

When she stepped out, Logan smiled at her. "Morning, Alice. You look pretty."

"Thank you," she said quietly.

They all got into Logan's car. The radio was on, playing soft music. Melanie and Logan laughed and talked the whole ride. Alice smiled sometimes, but her mind wasn't with them. Her thoughts kept going back to the dream. To the way Rodriguez had touched her, kissed her, held her.

They reached the cafe. It was small but nice. There were green plants everywhere, and the air smelled like coffee and pancakes. They chose a table by the window. A waiter came over and gave them menus.

Melanie leaned across the table. "I'm getting the waffles with strawberries. What about you?"

"I'll have the same," Alice replied.

Logan ordered eggs and toast. They talked about a new movie, some people from college, and a small trip they wanted to take soon. Alice listened and gave short answers, but her eyes sometimes drifted away. She imagined Rodriguez walking into the cafe. She imagined him sitting next to her, holding her hand under the table.

Melanie noticed her quietness. "Are you okay?"

Alice nodded. "Just didn't sleep well."

Melanie reached out and touched her hand. "If you ever want to talk, you know I'm here, right?"

Alice smiled. "I know. Thanks."

Their food arrived. It looked good, and the smell made her stomach growl. She took a bite, but the taste didn't stay with her. Her thoughts kept returning to the dream. She looked out the window, thinking.

What would it feel like to have Rodriguez fuck her?