𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

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A T R E U S
Mature content 18+

A mafia is a structure, a structure consisting of a family working together. When you're born into a mafia you aren't told the responsibilities to decide whether you wish to stay or not, you just grow with it. You learn to love it in your own weird way. You learn everything that consists of a mafia, even if you wish not to practice what you learn you still know it. But what you don't learn from your family, you learn on your own. Like the fact that your training instructor does take it easy on you and the enemy doesn't. Or the fact that power and money isn't always the goal in life. I mean how much money and power can you want if you have no one to share it with.

"If only I could just eat you alive..." I whispered to Dariya, turning to kiss her inner wrist as she touched my face and combed my curls away from my forehead.

We laid in a naked heap atop the rumpled sheets of the bed, legs and arms intertwined. Her head lay on my outstretched arm, fingers caressing my cheek in what I can only call silent wonder.

"I don't think that would be good for either of us." She commented teasingly.

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?" She removed her leg from my hip, sitting up and combing back her unruly hair. Her ravished and satisfied appearance made my chest tighten in pride and adoration.

"Where are you going?" Before I could wrap my arm around her and pull her back, she climbed off the bed and sent me a smug smile over her shoulder.

She licked her lips when her eyes trailed my body. On purpose, I folded my arms behind my head and spread my legs a bit wider to frustrate her.

Giving me one last once over, she walked her sexy ass into the bathroom. I cursed aloud at my member that stood in the air. Sighing I dropped my head back and stared at the ceiling, waiting for her to come back.

"Why she does she always take so long?" I groaned quietly, sitting up to look at the closed door. I knew better than to go in uninvited but why didn't she just stay here, with me.

"Dariya."

I called again when I didn't get an answer, groaning in irritation and saying it louder the last time.

"You have no patience Castro." She finally answered, the door sliding open then.

My mouth fell open as I pushed up on my elbows, a light sweat breaking out at the sight before me. "Christ." I whispered, eyes roaming the tight white corset she wore, straps going from the panties to the lace garments around her thigh.

I sighed and shook my head, sitting up, "It's a shame you put all that on for me to just take for me to take it off...not so gently." Licking my lips, I gestured for her to come closer. She bit down on her thumb feigning innocents, sending me a heated gaze as she pushed off the door frame and strutted over to me.

I scooted to the end of the bed and spread my legs wide. Her hands landed on my thighs as she leaned down allowing me to see her breast. The thin straps on her shoulders teased me to pull it off.

Resting my hand on the sides of her head, I pushed her hair back over her shoulder. Holding the back of her head, I pulled her closer to slant her lips over mine. Her soft lips moved over mine just as ferociously, small puffs of breath fanning over my cheek.