Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss

Adrian

At the far end corner of the club, I was seated alone.

Masked up.

It was the perfect spot to watch the pole dance of the strippers. There was a new guy and he was the perfect shade of brown.

Hands have always done it for me, and his were well shaped as the rest of him. Strong and tan, edged with dark locks that fell on his shoulder blade.

His perfect abs, and the way he swings around the pole tells me he's been doing it for years.

When he placed his long finger in his lips, I imagined it gripping my cock and others moving in my ass as he lowered his head to suck. I wondered whether his stubble would prickle.

I've had guys who've rasped my balls, leaving my perineum a bit sore. 

Those were one of the happy days, too bad, tonight was my last night coming to the gay club. 

Even though I had imagined that this day would be nearly impossible to avoid, I had never expected it so soon.

Like every other family like mine, an alliance marriage was not something I could avoid. 

A marriage to the opposite sex. 

Torture!

My hands clenched tight as a wave of fury ran through my spine. I quickly poured myself a drink but when I looked up-

The new guy's gaze met mine. His leg crossed the other in the six inch heel that wrapped around his ankle all the way to his knees. 

Climbing on my table, he slipped into a split. After rounds of twerking and swinging his body, he finally trudged forward to dance on me.

I could sense his thirst, but I wasn't in for it tonight. I threw some hundred dollar bills at him before grabbing my coat.

I had emptied about two bottles of my favorite Teeling Blackpitts Irish whiskey but I wasn't drunk.

Instead of ordering another drink, I decided to retreat to my private room. 

The moment I walked into the room, a muscle jumped in my jaw.

I didn't recall requesting any service.

The man shoved the chair back with his legs apart. He had a mask on.

 Shoulders thrice bigger than my lean body. Thighs gripping his pants with perfect calves. 

Arms perfectly toned, I didn't need to see his body, I already knew how big his abs would be. 

But I still haven't been able to figure out how this man was able to come into a key locked room. 

“Excuse me…” Those words struggled out of my lips. 

But he only smiled.

“How did you…?” 

This man didn't wait any further, he pounced on me, pushing me on the bed.

Though I wasn't used to being at the bottom, this man had me under his control.

“Keep shut, and stop asking questions.” 

Even his voice was deep and charming and when he leaned to kiss my neck, the smell of his hair, his perfume and soft touches of his lips against my skin had my whole body excited.

My erection was upright against my belly. I could feel my pulse tripping crazily in my throat. 

Cupping my face, he loosen the belt off my pants and stripped me bare.

He slipped each button free and pushed his shirt off his shoulder.

He had the grim reaper with a Russian Orthodox cross tattooed on his chest. 

And I was right about his abs. It was nothing I've ever seen before. 

He had my hands trailed his body to his zipper. 

It was pushed out in a curve, tricky to maneuver but I managed, and one quick tug, I had his trousers and boxers thrown on the floor.

When I looked, his nine-inch beautiful monster was staring at me. 

It was thick, and smooth.

He made me lie on my chest and crossed my hand behind me as he ran his hands on my skin down to my butt. 

This man was in control. 

He crossed my hands behind my back, and pulled my legs to my thighs. He climbs over me, on each side of my legs. His hands, close on the round gloves of my ass, half stroking, half gripping. 

His hands pinned on my wrist, maintaining me in position. I struggled against his hold, just to test it. He was strong, it was everything I wanted.

I muffled into the sheets, half moaning, half giggling. 

It was the first time for me, giving myself to a stranger that has only said two words to me. 

Strange, but I liked it.

He pulled me up, and placed his little finger in my mouth. I sucked it, even the ring that had a little ruby on the top. 

We didn't see each other's faces. He leaned towards and stretched my hand above my head, pinning it against the sheets.

He looked like he was about to give me a kiss, but when we were just an inch away, he turned to his side, and stroked harder, mercilessly.

He gave a groan, and a shuddering spasm twisted his body. His semen was thick and almost jellied like. 

When he turned me over, he placed it in my mouth and I let it slip down my throat.

He didn't wait a second afterwards, he grabbed his coat and went for the door. 

I wanted to stop him, and asked for his name,

but if he asked for mine, there was no way I was going to tell.

So instead, I watch him leave.