Owned By My Two Mafia Bosses

CHAPTER ONE

Aria

He tossed back his drink. So did I. He refilled the glasses. My eyes prickled as I swallowed the fiery fluid and the band silenced before a drum roll. After two vodka shots, I finally was ready to start my night afresh as I allowed the stranger to lead me to the dance floor.

We followed the slow rhythm of the song with my leg encircling his thigh while his crotch pressed deep into my stomach. I ran my hand all over his upper body starting from the back of his neck, to his hair, his chest, and lastly, his waistline. I pressed tighter into his erection which elicited a hiss from him. His green eyes got darker with lust and his breath heavier and hotter. His hands caressed my lower body from my waistline downwards as though it belonged to him.

Again, I bite my lips and moaned.

"If you do that again, I'll spank your soft round ass and then fuck you right on the floor of this club and make you lean on the counter while I fuck you from behind" There was something in the way he said those words that confirmed he meant every word. I bite my lips as I stare down at his lip. This man right here was everything I'm scared about but just looking at him made me want to get laid. I was too turned on.

We swayed from side to side each lost in their thoughts. I lifted my head and caught him staring at me. His gaze was so fierce that it dehydrated me. Instinctively, I used the tip of my tongue to wet my rough lips and suckled on them to give them some softness, but on looking up, the stranger's irises were dilated with a shadow of something I couldn't quite decipher, and then he leaned down and kissed me.

It was at first a soft and tender kiss tasting lime and salt from the shots we just had. That lingering tang faded as I tasted his tongue and offered my tongue for him to sample. We kissed as if one of us, or both of us, needed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

I was wobbly in high heels. My legs hurt. My heart hurts and was popping in my chest like champagne bubbles. He looked into my eyes. I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same. The immediacy made my pulse race "Your place?" he asked, holding up my chin. He knew he had me where he wanted. Although skeptical, I mumbled. "Sure"

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The lamp on my desk belonged to my godmother...hahaha, she wasn't a fairy. It is an art-deco figure of a stallion in beaten steel-aluminum porcelain. There was an old traditional sofa, two leather strainer chairs, and a drawing of a fairy on the wall. I'd have sworn I had every inch of the room memorized. But right now, It looked sexily different.

I pouted my lips. He grinned.

"They are beautiful." I ran my tongue over them. They felt chapped on the surface.

"Do you mean that?"

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't. And sexy too" now I was confused. My room was sexy?

"How?" I asked, looking at the corners of my room.

"You. Your body. Your lips. Your eyes. The sharpness of your tongue... They are sexy. You are sexy" he said provocatively, as though he wanted his point to hit and it did.

I felt beautiful. I couldn't tell if it was the insane amount of alcohol in my system but this man was effortlessly easing the hurt.

I looked at him and thought he was rather good-looking in that tousled neck-length, dark copper hair, firm-jawed-needs-a-shave sort of way; small grey eyes full of secrets-hooded but enchanting, wide shoulders covered in tattoos and packed in a shirt two size too big for him. There would be enough space to run my hand through... Thick full lips that were slightly parted and muscular arms that would easily pin me against the wall and heavy, fitted athletic thighs to lock me in place, a firm waistline to press into my groin... the list is endless but it ends with the luscious piece of pulsating flesh- nine inches of thick pointer flesh and two-palms-joined- to be able to hold its thickness.

Check!

"You could feel them too, you know?" He asked, but before I could reply, he was directly at my face taking in my carbon dioxide.

He drew me to him, pressing his hands against my back. I was trapped, encircled, gathered up, and protected. Our heads adjusted, and our lips moved in for a second tasting, slower, more ponderous, intentional, and real. His hands slid under my short skirt, and the thing that went through my head was: oh, God, I wish I wasn't wearing tights. I wriggled free and dragged him towards the bedroom where I turned on the lamp. I dragged him over to my big bed.

He grabbed me. He pressed his teeth against my neck, just gently, and I forgot to breathe. I am a give-it-to-me kind of person and I liked how he was giving me all-the right amount of pleasure my body could take and a little extra to have me floating on air, with his rough big palm plastered on my lower back as my anchor, my guide, my compass.

He pressed into me. Ha, I could feel his thick flesh of nine-inch swelling against my stomach, pushing at me like the head of a kitten pushing at a closed door. I ran my tongue over the bristles of his chin, his neck, his chest, and his collarbone. He released my ass as I slid down to my knees. I patiently unhooked his belt, unbuttoned the buttons on his weaved velvet, and tugged at his boxers. I liked slow, sensual, yet hard and pensive fuck. Rough thrusting into my hole was it for me.

His cock was straight, firm and, in the dull light of the lamp, the head was pink-like and coated with glistening wetness just like his lips. I sucked the cap and ran my fingers over the surface. He sighed. He relaxed. it was just so gloriously sensual being down on my knees like this and I wanted to swallow him whole like I'd do to a dipped strawberry in beaten cream.

Chapter Two

Aria

The mystery man looked at me and smiled. The frail moonlight shining from the window opening was a delight to his features. It gives him the same aesthetic honey gives to pancakes and even more shockingly, he smelled like one. A hot chocolate pancake coated in honey.

"You taste like a pancake" I grumbled, his dick still inside my mouth.

"Yeah, I just had some and it might be you" he replied and a hot pool of syrupy liquid gathered at my center. He had done nothing to me yet I was fighting to keep my water pot from breaking. "Wait until I begin to fuck your pussy...or not" he smirked as he began to fuck my mouth. His fingers are playing with my nipples.

Oh sweet lord Jesus.

"Fuck please..." I whimpered as the rest of my words disappeared in my throat.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me"

"Not yet, my lady" he spanked me.

"No please. Just please, fuck me." A shrill cry erupted from my mouth when he increased his intensity, his grip on my hair getting stronger and tighter.

He sighed and puffed and gathered my hair in his palm. He pulled tighter and his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged. I loved to gag. It gave me a bad-girl aesthetic.

His hands rested on the back of my head and he rocked slightly on his heels, panting slightly. He was giving a background music sensation. I loved background songs. Slow, soulful background song. I went back to sucking the soft cap of his penis. I ran my tongue down the rod and up again, wetting the lines.

I sucked and kissed and nibbled and teased and he groaned and sighed and trembled and gulped. He shook like a ballet dancer when I teased the lines with the tip of my wet tongue and straightened like a tango dancer when I sucked on the cap of his pink-edged penis. I could feel his pleasure mounting.

He was going to fill my mouth with his thick essence, spray his sperm across my face, my eyes, my nose, my chest, and hopefully a few drops on my breast. I want him to taste them, his flavor. I imagined the taste of coffee and lime and sauce as I took him deep into my throat, sucking hard. I was interrupted, stopped himself, and withdrew.

"What the fuck?" I protested but instead of saying the words, he smirked and grabbed my aching boobs before he took my elbows and pulled me up so he could kiss me again, so he could taste himself on my lips. The way he expertly undid the knots on my shorts made me wonder where he could have acquired such skill. He found the hook at the front of my bra, how clever, and weighed my breasts.

"Dannazione...Fottutamente bello" he cussed and I whispered. He sounded so sexy.

"What?"

" They are perfect," he said and I purred. He kissed my breasts in turn, left first, and then right, taking my nipples into his mouth and biting down just hard enough to make them pop out, eager for more. At the same time, his quick fingers found the zip on my shorts and the cotton fabric fell around my toes. He rolled down my tights and I hopped about from foot to foot as he expertly rid me of this litter.

He took the sides of my panties and pulled at the elastic. He ran the moist fabric down my legs and over my feet. He dropped down and adjusted his head so he could savor me. I adored the touch of his tongue and he drank from me as if from a golden cup. I could smell my scent.

I pulled him up and we stumbled to the bed where, in a long kiss, I tasted warm salty seas with a fragrance as fresh as an ocean and as gentle as a seashore sand. I vaguely recalled how we met at a club a few hours ago, the fears I had and the risk involved in fucking a stranger but I wanted it. I wanted this! He slid up inside me, and time wasn't suspended. I was suddenly on a rollercoaster ride as everything hit me at once.

The bliss of the moment and the risk involved. This moment was more than all I'd lived. He kissed and sucked, prodded my clitoris, and snaked his tongue into the heart of my throbbing cunt. Liquids seeped from me in a continual stream, spicy and vital, the essence of sex even though I was yet to feel his penis inside of me.

I trembled vehemently and my breath was trapped in my throat. Broken by my boyfriend, getting fixed by another.

He pushed me to one side and let me slide across his body.

"Hold on tight. I don't enjoy breaking Streaks" he growled, my breast in his mouth making his voice come out in a muffled sound. He acted like a king! Was he one?

His first stroke made me scream. And the rest had me crying out as if in pain but the pain was a fierce, all-consuming pleasure. Pure lava! My body was trembling as if I had a fever. I rolled to one side, arms wrapped around his legs, our bodies doused and throbbing. I was dizzy. He was relentless. Making me forget the scene that broke my heart

The stranger pulled me up and pushed his cock back inside me. I felt full as I felt him begin to move inside me slowly, changing his tempo. He was firing my cold heart up.

I felt both our bodies tense at the same time and another tidal wave broke from both our seams. I was too tired to clean him but it didn't take long before I felt his tongue on my clit.

"What's your name?" I called out faintly. I was too weak. But I remembered him smiling brightly, leaning to kiss my forehead-It was tasty. I could never forget it. I was sore and my eyelids were heavy and soon, I felt myself being drawn to darkness.

Chapter Three

Hunter

Three years later

A puff from the lit blunt fogged my vision, casting smoke upon my lens and my eyes never strayed from the picture in front of me. I'm back at my office at Babel, the most efficient I've had in weeks. I took a sip from the whiskey and stood.

"Did you hear what I said, Hunter?" Savior asked. I turned my head toward the window, looking at the cloudless sky, and then fixed the man with a stare.

"We'll strike at dawn, just when he leaves the resort."

"He'll most likely be with security. He might be a prey to you but he is the government's property also"

"I do not care about him or the government. He crossed a line, he must pay the consequence" I stood up, and Hugo and Savio slowly followed suit, assuming their places behind me. The meeting had been pleasant enough, but it was getting decidedly too long. I shook hands with the men gathered in the room and headed to the door. "I need him alive and brought into the tunnel?"

"You should see this," Hugo said, handing a brown medium size envelope. Bringing out the content, a guttural snicker left my throat. The series of attacks had been ceaseless-losing twelve of my men in seven days.

"Let me see," Savio said and I passed the pictures to him. The bodies are put on display for the first time and Savio's eyes widened. My fallen angels laying in eternal sleep "We were gone for just one week. How did you slums let this happen?" He barked, his fist coming onto the table in a heavy hit. His knuckles reddened.

"Who was in charge?" I asked, laughing a little around the seam of my wine bottle. They shrieked, aware of what would come next.

"You could take shit easy on them. The hit wasn't expected. We should focus more on X. We need the guys to take care of him" Savio intervened.

Take it easy on them? Between him and I, he knew I cannot do that. It was against everything we were taught, and everything I'd seen. Showing mercy means showing weakness and at Babel, there was never a weakness.

"X just arrived at the airport. He is on his way to the resort" Hugo said, his eyes still fixed on his screen.

"I want a clean mission," I said and stood. Savio did the same almost immediately, walking alongside me to the garage. I took my jacket off and undid another button on my black shirt. I was sitting in the back seat of the car, savoring the silence and the coolness of the conditioned air. "Home," I growled at the driver, scrolling through the messages on my mobile. Most were business related, but one was from Cara. It read 'I'm wet!'. My penis stirred in my pants. I sighed, grabbing it through the fabric and squeezing hard.

'Be here in two hours, I replied, and sat back comfortably, observing the world outside the window as it whizzed by. I closed my eyes.

There she was again. My cock instantly grew hard as steel. God, I'll go crazy if I don't find her. It had been three years since I saw and had her. Three years of dreaming about a woman I seemed to know nothing about from one night of pleasure that birth three years of torture. I had met once and every day since that day, and she appeared in my vision. I could almost smell her hair, feel the smoothness of her skin-I could almost feel it. Each time I made love to Cara or any other woman, I made love to her. I named her my Rose for she was my scourge, my addiction, and apparently-my redemption.

Like an itch, she gave soothe and irked. Therefore she was my Rose. I had her to lose my mother. The memory is pure torture.

Hugo put down his phone and sent me a look.

"The guys from Russia are already at the resort. And our target is with them "

"Good, we'll head there as soon as we land."

If you think poverty was a torture, then you haven't had the insane urge of revenge. The pain of seeing the man that killed my mother living freely like a bed was a mirror to the pain I felt from losing Rose forever. Until I make X feel every bit of pain my mother went through, I won't give him the freedom of death. I will make him beg for death.

Savio was talking and I listened to him intently, silently making a list of things that still needed tending to. Suddenly, it was like everything became dark, even though my eyes were wide open. I saw her. I blinked frantically. I'd only ever seen my Rose when I wanted to. My eyes widened, but she was already gone.

We were approaching my penthouse when I saw her again. Fucking hell, but that's impossible! I stepped into the parked car and nearly pulled Savio inside when he opened the other door.

"It's her," I whispered, my throat tightening. I pointed at a girl marching down a walkway, away from us. "It's the girl." My head was spinning. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Slow down," my best friend and second in command to the consortium said as we were closing in on the girl. "Holy shit," he breathed as we caught up with her. My heart skipped a beat. Her head turned; she was looking straight at me, not seeing me through the reflective window. Her eyes, nose, her lips... It was her- just like I'd dreamed. Just like I remembered. I reached for the handle, but Savio stopped me. A muscular man was calling over to my Rose, and she turned and started walking his way.

"Not now, Hunter." I sat there, paralyzed. She was right there! She was real! I could have her, touch her. Take her with me and spend the rest of my life with her.