In Bed With The Mafia Boss

SOFIA JOHNSONThe man appears in front of me completely naked.He is tall and muscular, with black hair streaked with a few strands of gray. He must be at most around 45 years old.There are several tattoos on his arms and back.Water droplets slide down his body, and I lift my head before I end up looking at his dick.He stops, surprised, and stares at me."Who the hell are you?" His voice is deep, firm, but I detect a hint of astonishment.“I’m pretty sure I didn’t hire a prostitute for tonight. Is this a free service from the hotel?”My eyes widen, and only then do I realize I’m standing there in nothing but lingerie.My body reacts before my mind — I try to cover as much as possible with my hands, which obviously doesn’t work."I... I didn’t know there was anyone here!" I stammer, stepping back. "This room is mine!"He frowns."Yours? I booked this room yesterday.""That’s a lie. Reception gave me the key and I—" I try to keep my composure, but my face is burning. "You’re the one

SOFIA JOHNSONNo.It can’t be him.But it is.The man I slept with.The most dangerous man in the country who controls an entire mafia.Dante.I stay seated when I see his blue eyes looking at me.I see the surprise on his face. He didn’t know who I was either.“Dad, this is my girlfriend, Sofia,” Lucas says proudly, as if presenting a newly won trophy.I stand up, taking a few steps.“Pleasure to meet you,” Dante says.“Pleasure is mine,” I say, forcing firmness into my voice.I extend my hand. I should pull back, but I can’t.He holds my fingers firmly, and the electric current running through my body reminds me exactly of what we did. His gaze remembers it too.Lucas frowns.“Sofia, are you okay?”“Of course,” I lie, squeezing his hand even tighter, as if trying to prove I’m perfectly comfortable.He doesn’t blink.He doesn’t let go first. Only when Lucas’s mother speaks does the grip break.“Let’s continue with dinner,” she says in a tone that admits no objections.We sit down. I

SOFIA JOHNSON“No... no...” I mumble, staring at the photos, seeing the likes and comments growing more and more on each post.I turn, finding Lucas’s cold gaze on me.“How could you, Sofia?!” he yells, his face red, eyes bloodshot with rage. “With my father?! You slept with my father!”I swallow hard, my hand trembling as I hold the phone. I feel Dante’s heavy gaze on me, ready to step in, but I don’t let him. Not this time.I turn to Lucas, the anger burning stronger than the shame.“You have no right to accuse me of anything!” I scream, pointing a finger at his face. “You’re the one who cheated first, Lucas! Over and over again!”He steps back, surprised, but I don’t stop there. The words pour out like venom, sharp.“Do you want me to say the names? Clara, Giovana, Nicole... Need more? Because I know everything, Lucas. I’m not stupid. I just got tired of being betrayed by you.”Lucas loses his breath, unable to answer. Dante steps forward, grabs the phone from my hand roughly, star

SOFIA JOHNSONHis breath is heavy against my mouth as we keep kissing, and everything inside me screams that it’s wrong.But I can’t stop. My hands slide over Dante’s bare chest, feeling the rigid muscles, and every movement of his leaves me breathless.The worst part is that deep down, I know: if my parents wake up now, I’m doomed. How could I explain that the man almost fifty years old, my ex-boyfriend’s father, is in my bed?He seems to know it too, because the smile that curves his lips between one kiss and another is malicious, amused.The kind of smile that makes me nervous and aroused at the same time. Dante presses his lips against my neck, trailing down my body, exploring every inch of skin with the calmness of someone in control.When I feel his fingers approach my face, my heart beats even faster.“Dante, I…”“Shhhh…”I bite my lips hard when I feel him putting his fingers inside my mouth, forcing me to suck them.Instinctively, I close my eyes and suck slowly, his gaze bur