The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

And I was still waiting.

When is he going to kiss me?

I opened my eyes and was unprepared for the sight of Giovanni’s penetrating gaze. His eyes were so intense. He said, “Don’t ever smile like that to another guy. Promise me, Jay. I won’t take it if you do.”

And then he kissed me, so hard my head was spinning. By the time I could grasp the situation, he was already positioning himself in me. I bit my lip when he entered, feeling his hardness inside of me. He ground and gyrated his hips, angling this way and that, making sure I enjoyed every bit of the pleasure, too.

My eyes rolled over in lust when I felt his lips descend to my neck. He found the spot, latching onto my nape. Like a vampire to his victim, he sucked me clean.

That’s right. I was his victim. I was completely at his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted with me, and I’d be happy to comply. I chose this. I wanted this. I wanted to be his lover. And I loved it. Every single minute he embraced me, every single breath he took when he thrust into me. I wanted it all.

I was greedy, I knew this. But for once, I wanted to be selfish. Grab all the attention Giovanni offered me.

“Boss,” I puffed out, my eyes going glassy with lust. “Please go easy on the neck. I don’t want bruises. I have school tomorrow.”

“My favorite spot,” he husked, over and over, ignoring my request. “My woman. My girl. You’re mine.”

I was pleased. I was happy. He said I was his. And that was all the assurance I needed. So, I let the sensation ride through me, because when sunlight hit, he might disappear. But for now, when both of us were cloaked in darkness, he was mine, fully mine.

The sun had risen, peeking through the light curtains. I breathed in the scent of Giovanni, my mafia boss, nestling my nose at the crook of his neck. He smiled with his eyes closed and chuckled, folding my naked body around his until we were wedged together, all our body parts touching.

We’re so intimate. I’m still not used to this, I thought to myself. Waking up in the arms of this most fearsome man, who controlled the underground world of New York City. This man was dangerous. I shouldn’t be in this position, getting tangled up with him, with my heart and soul being captivated by him. His words alone consumed me, his touch, his taste, they were all imprinted so clearly in my mind. These last few days I’d lived in a paradise. Whenever he said I was his Jennifer, I’d always melt in his arms. I lost my sense of self, my own control in life. I wanted to be with him. I craved his touch. I craved his taste. This was my own choice. But still, each morning when I woke up, I still lamented about this subject.

“Boss,” I mumbled, “I need to get up. Get off me, please.”

“Let’s go for another round before you leave,” he mumbled in my ear, sending more shivers of desire down my spine.

“No, Boss. I have chores to do, plus I have an early start at school.”

It’d been close to three days since I’d officially become Giovanni’s lover. But my task as his lover was interchanged between lover and maid. And right now, I didn’t know whether I should act as his lover or his maid.

“School, again, huh?” He peeked one eye open, rested his head on one elbow, and gazed at me with those dark obsidian eyes.

I was awestruck by those amazing dark pupils. Whenever I looked at those eyes, they seemed to suck my entire soul out of me, and I entered this dream-like state, like I was intoxicated by some drug or something. I blinked, blocking this new sensation. My happiness must be kept to a minimum. Who knew when I’d be replaced?Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, school again,” I replied.

“You know, I’ll support you forever, even if you don’t want to attend school.”

His words should’ve reassured me about my future, but I wasn’t the least bit reassured.

“I don’t want to rely on you.” I turned away from him. He was too beautiful for my eyes. I felt like being his lover was purely a dream, and soon I’d wake up. “What if one day you wake up, and you no longer want me, or what if you found the real-”

Giovanni swung me around to face him and cut me off with a succulent kiss. He cradled my head, resting his forehead against mine, shutting off any negative thought I had of myself.

He looked at me. No, his eyes literally burned my entire soul. “Shut up, Jay. I told you already that you’re mine. I would never let you go. You are my real Jennifer. So, stop thinking those stupid thoughts. You’re mine. You hear that. Mine. And what belongs to me I’ll cherish forever.”

Even if the real Jennifer comes along? I wanted to say. But I didn’t. I let him take me, even though I was not convinced yet. I knew my time with him was coming to an end soon, but for the remainder of the day, I wanted to spend time with him. Maybe he was right. At least once in my whole, entire nineteen years of life, I wanted to gain some happiness. Even one small happiness would be fine, too. A person like me, who’d never experienced love, even a shred of love, would take it and cherish it. Like Giovanni said, he’d never let me go, he’d cherish me forever. As for me, if he did let me go, I’d cherish this love we had together. Until then, I was willing to stay beside him, and although I didn’t know how long it’d be, I wanted to be fully immersed in his world, become totally intoxicated by him.