Mafia's Obsession

HOPE

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I am so dead.

My father warned me about this person. He worked with Enrique, but as he said, you couldn’t trust people in the business.

I decided that I wouldn’t fear him like most would. I shook my head a bit and looked straight into his dark brown orbs. He was truly a creation of God.

He was at least six-feet four-inches tall, so he towered over me. His tight shirt showed an outline of his muscles and broad shoulders. He had style and looks. He was definitely dangerous.

“I see you know who I am, tigre,” he smirked as he stepped closer to me. He was no more than a meter away. His voice sent shivers down my spine.

The way he called me a tiger in Spanish made me want to beg him to touch me.

What am I talking about? Get a grip, Hope.

“Hope. Hope Anderson.” I closed the little distance between us and offered him my hand to shake. I would not be one of the people who was afraid to talk back to him.

“Hope.”

The way my name rolled off his tongue made me want him even more. I felt my nipples harden, and I cursed under my breath for not wearing any panties.

“You are the youngest daughter of Daniel Anderson.”

I was sure it was meant to sound like a question, but I didn’t think he asked many questions. He was used to telling people what to do.

“We are twins,” I murmured, annoyed at him for calling me the youngest. It was only three minutes. It did not count.

“Everyone get out. I want a moment with Hope,” he commanded in a voice that radiated power.

All the guards hurried away, and I knew that I would have to listen to what he had to say. There was no way for me to escape. Fighting the guards would be unwise and would only cause my death.

“What do you want from me?” I made sure that my voice sounded strong, that I was unfazed by his title.

“The only thing I want from you is you.” He pulled me even closer to him.

I stared into his eyes, not sure what would happen next. I had never had any love life. I had kissed once or twice before, but nothing else.

“Look what your little body did to me,” he said as he ground his big bulge against my stomach.

A little moan escaped my mouth, and I had a strong urge to rub my thighs together to get some friction. What is wrong with me? Did I drink this much?

“Fuck you!” I snapped as I pulled back. That was another reason why I did not dress as I did today. Guys only want me for my body.

“You know you want me too, tigre.”

Now realizing how much of a hypocrite I was, I was drawn back to him. The images of him filling me made me moan. Definitely one too many cocktails. I shouldn’t be trusted with alcohol when there are men around.

He groaned in front of me, and I just stared back at him.

Is it worth it?

Forgetting all about my pride, I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. He reacted instantly by bringing his hands to my ass and his lips to mine.

The kiss was not slow or sensual. It was raw and showed his dominance. He bit my lip, asking for entrance, but I did not want to deepen the kiss. I didn’t think I would be able to stop myself if we did.

He tried a few more times, but I denied him every time. I was sure he was getting annoyed by me as his hold on my ass tightened, but then he slapped my ass, making me moan.

He took that opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth and explore every corner.

I’m a goner, I thought to myself as our tongues danced in a battle for dominance. I knew who would win in the end, but I would not give up that quickly. There was no fun in that.

When we finally, simultaneously, drew back for a breath, I realized that my dress was already unzipped, and I knew there was no turning back now. Not that I wanted really to.

“Fuck, you are a beauty,” he said as he walked me to the edge of the table and sat me down.

I let go with my hands but not with my legs. I liked how close his bulge was to my heat. To where I wanted him to be.

He brought his hands up and lowered my strapless dress to my waist, exposing my breasts. I should feel uncomfortable or insecure in front of a stranger, but his eyes, full of lust, encouraged me.

He lowered his head to my neck and started kissing and nibbling on my skin. I threw my head back to allow him better access.

He pinched my nipple, and I let out a loud moan that I tried to hold back while he was kissing my neck.

Fuck, he is good.

He finished playing with my nipples and moved his hand lower, to where I had wanted it from the beginning. He stared at my face as he dipped his hand into my dress. He smirked when he realized I had no panties on.

“You can’t wear panties with this kind of dress,” I whispered.

His smirk never left his mouth.

He ran his fingers along my folds, and I could not contain my moans anymore. I wanted him to be inside me, but the way his fingers traced my folds was barely noticeable. I wanted more. I needed more.

“Please, Enrique,” I snapped, only to get a chuckle from him. Wanting contact, I pushed my hips forward, but he moved his hand quickly. I was never one to beg. In fact, I had never even cared about male attention.

“Patience, tigre. Patience,” he whispered into my ear. He was really getting on my nerves by now. I decided that I would take control for once tonight.

I gripped his shirt and tore it open. The buttons went flying everywhere. I wanted to feel his skin. When his shirt was fully off, I ran my fingers across his six-pack and down his perfectly toned arms.

I was about to bring my lips toward his chest, as I wanted to run my tongue along his muscles, when without warning, he plunged one of his long fingers into my pussy.

“Fuck, yes!” I screamed as he started to move the finger in and out at a slow pace.

“You are tight as hell, tigre,” he said and kissed my lips. He quickened his pace, and I let out a loud moan that was muffled by his lips.

As he added a second finger, I screamed from pleasurable pain as he stretched me out. Instinctively, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down.

He was too big for the boxers to hold his erection in, and his tip was visible to me. I licked my lips imagining how he would feel in my mouth.

At that exact moment, Enrique quickened his pace. I moaned and forgot about everything but the feeling of his fingers penetrating me.

I felt myself build up, and I knew I would not be able to hold back for too long. I looked at Enrique, and by his smirk, I realized he had known that a while back.

“Let go for me,” he ordered, and at the same time, he curled up his fingers inside of me, hitting the perfect spot.

“Enrique,” I screamed as I came all over his fingers. I was still catching my breath when I felt him remove his fingers.

This made me cry out for the loss of contact, but he just smirked, bringing his fingers toward his mouth and licking them clean.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I whispered.

Enrique chuckled in response. He took his pants off and positioned himself in front of my entrance. His tip pressed against my heat, making me moan.

“I’m not finished with you, tigre.” His voice sounded so sexy.

Fuck!

“Condom,” I said before he got any farther than his tip just pressing against me.

“I will pull out!”

I just shook my head.

He sighed and opened one of his drawers. Getting one out, he tore the package with his teeth, reminding me of some erotic shit that I had watched with the girls.

He rolled the condom on and repositioned himself at my entrance.

I took a deep breath, getting ready for the upcoming pain. I knew I was wet, but he was too big for me. And the fact that I was still a virgin would not help.

“I’ll take you raw one day,” he ground out as he slammed himself in without any hesitation.

I cried out in pain. Tears were running down my face as I felt him tear me from the inside.

“Shit. You are a virgin!” He cursed but did not make a move. He knew it would be painful, so he gave me time to adjust to his size.

After a minute, I slowly nodded. “Move.”

He slowly started to move in and out with long strokes. Soon, the pain subsided, and I was tired of the slow pace that was keeping me on edge.

“Faster,” I groaned.

Enrique did not need to hear anything else. He pulled out and, not a second later, slammed back in, causing me to fall back onto the table.

“Hold the table,” he said, not slowing down now. I knew better than to argue, so I grabbed the table as hard as I could.

I watched him as he pounded in and out of me. Still, I knew he was holding back, and I was grateful.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So tight,” he said.

My breathing was heavy, and I could barely hear.

I felt the same feeling in the pit of my stomach as before. Fast thrusts and his girth that hit the perfect place each time made the build up so much quicker. The way his muscles tensed, I knew he was close too.

Not able to hold back any longer, I let go. My pussy was contracting on his dick. He cursed loudly, and a few thrusts later, I felt his dick twitch.

After several moments, he pulled out and walked into the bathroom.

Without saying anything, I pulled my dress on. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized I looked like a mess. My hair was all over the place, and my face was flushed. I found my handbag next to the table.

I saw Enrique in the bathroom, but I was sure we both agreed not to talk about it. I looked at the time. It was already 3 a.m., so I texted my driver and the girls telling them to meet me at the entrance.

I quickly made my way outside, where both of the girls looked just as messy as I did. I guess their night was as good as mine.

“Talk on Monday,” we all said in unison.

When I arrived home after dropping the girls at their houses, I quickly made my way into the bathroom. After a long hot shower, I jumped into my bed and let the softness of it send me into oblivion.