Indebted to the Mafia King

Chloe

After my mom left, I took a shower and decided to prepare dinner for when Tony arrived. Ellie only woke up to have dinner and then went back to sleep, and I was glad, because I'd have time to cook something nice without having to watch her.

I'm not sure Tony will come back for dinner though. He left in the morning and I haven't heard from him since, but when I hear his voice frantically calling me from the front door, I don't know what to think.

He sounds worried, disturbed even, and when he shows up at the door, I notice how pale he looks.

"Tony? Is everything okay? What happened? You seem like you have just seen a ghost," I ask softly, not wanting to frighten him more.

But he doesn't say anything. He doesn't answer me. He simply strides toward me, wraps one arm around my waist, and pulls me flush against him. Then he kisses me, so desperately that it catches me off guard, almost stealing my breath away. I don't know what got into him, and even though I'm dying to ask him, I don't want to break our kiss. All of my concerns melt away as he holds me firm in his arms, like I might disappear in a blink of an eye if he lets go of me. Blindly, I reach for the control knob on the stove and turn it off, hoping I can save the meal I'm cooking and not let it burn.

Tony moans against my mouth, his arms tightening around me as he walks us backward until my back hits the kitchen counter. His hands roam over my body until they get to my hips. I can't deny I like what he's doing, especially how he seems to have missed me, but the look on his face when he got here is still worrying me.

I know Tony, and I'm positive something happened for him to get home so worked up the way he did.

"Tony?" I ask breathlessly, pulling away from him just an inch. His eyes are dark with need, but his brows are creased with concern. "What happened?"

He doesn't answer me. At least not the way I expected him to.

"I just missed you," he tells me, finding the soft spot on my neck and kissing it, enticing me and making me forget about my worries completely.

I grip his shoulders, steadying myself while his hands find the back of my thighs and hoist me from the floor, setting me on the counter. The marble is cold against my hot skin, but I don't mind. In fact, it causes shivers to run up my spine, making my core tighten with need.

Tony adjusts himself between my legs, the bulge in his pants brushing against my bare thigh and making me gasp. His hands dart to my legs, his fingertips torturing me as he slides them up my skin, raising the hem of my dress as they go up. I am so glad I chose this dress after the shower. I admit I had bad intentions in my mind when I picked it from my closet, but I never thought it would work so well in my favor. Or so fast. It was supposed to be used as my weapon for after dinner, not before.

"I thought you'd regret what we did last night," I say, cursing myself inwardly.

Why would I say such a thing? I don't want to start an argument right now, or make him lose interest in me by bringing the topic of our relationship to the table.

There is a time and place for everything, Chloe. Just enjoy the moment and shut up.

I shake my head, pushing away the intrusive thoughts, and focus on Tony's hands and lips on me. My entire body is in flames, and I groan when Tony's hands reach my panties from under the dress.

He pulls away from me, his eyes shining with malice and desire.

"How could I ever regret that?" His voice is hoarse and low, and I feel my need for him pooling my underwear. "In fact, I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you," he adds while slowly removing my panties and sliding them down my thighs.

It's so sexy, provocative, and torturing.

Without thinking, I reach for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling his pants down along with his boxers. If he is in a rush, I don't mind granting him what he needs. I am desperate to feel him inside me too, so I might as well just speed up the process.

Tony groans as I set him free, his lips finding mine again. His tongue dances with mine, hungrily and possessively. I don't remember seeing Tony act like this before, but I like it.

I'm so wet for him already, no foreplay is needed. I cross my ankles behind his back and pull him forward, boldly connecting our bodies. His tip brushes against my entrance, and I brace myself to feel him claim me completely. He doesn't wait for another confirmation from me, he doesn't hesitate, he doesn't even ask me if I'm sure like he did last night. He simply thrusts himself inside me, slamming into me back and forth, holding me close to him like I might slip from his fingers at any moment.

"Fuck, you're so perfect," he hisses against my skin, his face hidden in my neck. One of his hands reaches for my breast, squeezing it over the thin fabric of my dress, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

It's mesmerizing how he knows exactly what I like, how to make me come undone with the simplest of acts. He doesn't need to do much and I'm simply putty in his hands.

He speeds up, and I can't form coherent sentences while I feel my walls tightening around him, the spasms in my entire body showing their first signs. My legs are weak and my vision is blurring, and I sink my nails into his shoulders, somehow asking him not to stop.

"Tony..." I trail off, my breathing erratic. "I'm so close," I manage, hoping he understands what I mean. If he moves an inch, it might break the spell and I can't have that. Not now that... "Shit..." I hiss, my orgasm hitting me so hard that I have to bite my lips so I don't wake Ellie up.

She is upstairs in her room, but even so, this is so good that I might have screamed if I didn't control myself.

Tony follows right after me, pumping inside me while he releases himself, his arms tightened around my waist.

We stand in silence for what feels like a whole minute, panting while trying to catch our breath.

"That was...something else," I finally say between deep inhales. My entire body is still sensitive, and I don't dare move while he is still inside of me.

Tony chuckles, his chest reverberating beneath my hands. "I hope a good kind of 'something else'."

"An amazing kind of something else," I admit, breathing with relief when he pulls himself out of me. I miss him immediately, but it allows me to gather my bearings, straightening my messy hair.

Tony zips up his pants and then holds me by the waist, pulling me out of the counter and setting me back on the floor. He kisses my forehead gently and smiles softly at me, his eyes studying my face. "What?" I ask, noticing he seems to want to say something, but he's hesitating. I hate that he feels like he can't talk to me, but I don't want to push him either.

He shakes his head, pulling me into an embrace. "Nothing. I'm just glad you're here."

My heart feels like it is about to burst, and I smile to myself, leaning my head against his chest. This feels so right, being in his arms...

"I was cooking us some dinner, you must be starving," I note, pushing away from him and turning to see my work by the stove. I managed to turn off the heat before it burned the vegetables I was cooking.

"I was starving," he tells me seductively, hugging me from behind and placing his chin on my shoulder. "But you took care of that already."

I laugh, pushing him away playfully. "You need actual food, you know."

"Yeah, that too..."

He grins at me, and I clench my legs, turning my attention back to the meal. I can't go another round now, otherwise dinner will never be served tonight.

"You're sleeping with me again tonight, aren't you?" he asks, and I can't deny the joy that his question brings me.

"If you want me to," I answer with a shrug, trying not to show him how much I want this. I have no idea what is going on between us, and even though I'd love nothing more than to be with him, I need to tread this carefully. More than worrying about my own heart, I have Ellie to consider now. I can't act harshly or make decisions irresponsibly. Especially if she might be directly involved or affected.

Tony makes my concerns invalid as soon as he takes a step forward, wrapping his arms around me once more and pulling my back against his chest. I fight the urge to moan under his touch, my skin still alight.

"I'd love nothing more than to have you by my side every night, Chloe," he tells me softly.

Good Lord, how is this guy so good with his words?

Then he spins me around, making me face him, and kisses me again, this time softer, but equally intense.

How can he make me so powerless?

I never thought I'd be this type of woman, but Tony makes me feel like no one else has ever made me feel before. I feel young, desired, careless, irresponsible sometimes, but more than anything, he makes me feel like he needs me. Like I am part of his life, a part he can't let go of.

And as much as I hate to admit it, I love it.