MAFIA CEO'S OBSESSION

MAFIA CEO'S OBSESSION

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Two lives. One obsession.By day, she's a street thief with killer curves and a hidden hunger. By night, she sells her body to the highest bidder.By day, he's a billionaire CEO closing deals. By night, he's the masked mafia king who rules the shadows.She stole his black card. He stole her freedom.But years ago, behind masks in a dark room, their bodies already knew each other scent, scar, birthmark. Now the chase is on. And when the masks fall... neither will escape.

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Valentina Reyes

 

New York City never lets you forget you're small.I hadn't slept more than two hours in a row for three nights. The alley off Flushing Avenue in Brooklyn was my spot narrow, shadowed by a fire escape, shielded from the worst of the wind. I'd curled up against a dumpster with my back to the bricks, hoodie pulled over my head, knees to chest. Sleep came in fits, sirens blaring, rats skittering past, some drunk yelling at nothing. Every time a car slowed, I jolted awake, heart slamming, ready to run.

 

Morning light hit the alley like a slap. I unfolded myself, joints cracking, muscles stiff. My body felt heavy full breasts aching from the cold, round ass numb against the concrete, thighs chafed from jeans I'd worn for a week straight. The faint stink clung to me, sweat, alley damp, the sour edge of not enough food. I called it my armor. It made people look away. Made me harder to touch.I stood, stretched, and felt the crescent moon birthmark on my inner right thigh itch under the denim. A reminder of my mother ,Colombian gone too soon, left me with nothing but the mark and the will to survive."Another day, mami," I whispered to the empty alley, my voice hoarse from the chill. "Don't die today."

 

I gathered my few things,a small backpack with a travel toothbrush, a half empty water bottle, and the blanket I folded tight and headed out. First stop was the public bathroom at the McDonald's on Myrtle Avenue. I locked the door behind me, stripped down to my bra and panties, and washed as best I could with paper towels and cold water from the sink. Armpits, neck, between my legs. I dried off with toilet paper that scratched, brushed my teeth with the toothbrush and tap water, and ran fingers through my long dark hair to tie it into a messy knot. A quick swipe of cheap red lipstick from a tube I'd lifted months ago made my full lips pop. I looked in the mirror and forced a smile. Almost human.

 

Out on the sidewalk, I blended into the morning rush. Breakfast was nothing today hunger gnawed at my stomach like an old friend. I headed to the subway, timing the turnstile jump on the L train to Manhattan. The car was packed with commuters smelling like coffee and clean clothes. I stood near the doors, eyes down but sharp, scanning for easy marks,wallets bulging in back pockets, phones loose in hands.My first lift came quick,a tourist in Times Square, fumbling with a map app. I brushed past, hand dipping in, and came away with a wallet holding $45 cash. I melted into the crowd before he even noticed, pocketing the bills in my bra. It was a safe spot, warm against my skin.Second score was an office guy near Bryant Park, distracted on his phone, $20 tucked in his phone case. Small, but it added up.By noon, my bra felt a little heavier $80 total so far. Enough for a hot dog from a cart if I wanted, but I held off.

 

Lunch was a half eaten sandwich someone left on a bench in the park. I sat there for a bit, people watching, the grass cool under my palms. A couple walked by, laughing, hands linked. I wondered what that felt like not having to count every dollar, every glance over your shoulder.The afternoon dragged on in Midtown. More crowds around Rockefeller Center meant more opportunities. I lifted another $40 from a distracted shopper, then a watch I could pawn for $50 if I found the right fence. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. Survival wasn't about comfort it was about stacking just enough to make it to tomorrow.As dusk fell, the city shifted gears. Lights flickered on, the air cooled a touch, and I headed back toward Brooklyn. No room to crash in tonight cash was too low for even a cheap motel. I'd find another alley, maybe the one behind the bodega on Knickerbocker Avenue. It had a cardboard pallet I'd stashed there, and the blanket would do.But night shift came first.

 

I stopped at a quiet spot to change ducked into a public restroom at a gas station, slipped into the black dress I'd kept folded in my backpack. Tight, low cut, hugging every curve. Heels that made my legs look endless. Makeup heavier now, smoky eyes, red lips that promised everything. And the mask ,black lace, covering my eyes and nose, leaving my mouth free. It was my rule. Made me anonymous. Made me powerful.I walked to Eclipse, the underground lounge in Williamsburg. No fancy sign, just a black door and a bouncer named Tony who knew me by sight. He nodded as I approached. "Busy night, Val. You good?""Always good, Tony. What's the crowd like?""Rich assholes, as usual. Couple high rollers in the back. Stay safe."I flashed a grin. "Safe's boring."

 

Inside, the bass thumped low, lights dim and red tinged. The air smelled like expensive booze, perfume, and anticipation. Men in suits clustered at the bar, eyes scanning. I moved through them like smoke, hips swaying just enough to catch attention. A few heads turned. I ignored them until one stepped up a tall guy with silver hair, Rolex glinting, suit screaming money."You here alone?" he asked, voice smooth but eager, leaning close.I tilted my head, mask shadowing my eyes. "Not if the price is right."He smiled, predatory. "Name it.""Five hundred. Upfront. Cash."He pulled out his wallet without hesitation, counted out the bills, and handed them over. I tucked them into my bra, then took his hand and led him to a private booth in the back. Curtains drawn, the thump of music muffled.

 

I pushed him down onto the leather seat, straddled his lap slow, feeling the hardness already straining against his pants."Hands to yourself until I say," I whispered, my full lips brushing his ear. "I'm in charge here."He nodded, breath hitching. "Whatever you want."I ground down, rolling my hips in a rhythm that made him groan. My heavy breasts pressed against his chest through the dress, nipples peaking from the friction. I grabbed his tie, pulled him closer, and kissed him hard dominating, teeth grazing his lip. His hands twitched, but he kept them at his sides like I ordered."Good boy," I murmured, sliding one hand down to unzip him. He was thick, ready. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking his dick slow and firm, watching his face contort. Power surged through me ,this rich prick reduced to putty under my touch. For these moments, I wasn't the girl scraping by in alleys. I was the queen, taking what I wanted, making him beg."Please," he gasped, hips bucking up.

 

I leaned back, hiked my dress higher, exposing the lace thong barely covering me. "Not yet."I teased him more stroking faster, then slow, my other hand pinching my own nipple through the fabric, letting him watch. His eyes locked on my curves, the way my round ass flexed as I ground against his thigh. The booth filled with his heavy breathing, my soft commands, the wet sounds of my hand on him.When I finally sank down onto his dick, taking him deep in one slow slide, he moaned loud enough to echo. I rode him hard, controlling the pace, my full lips parted in a mix of power and pleasure. Breasts bouncing with each thrust, ass slapping against his laps. He came first, shuddering, but I kept going until I shattered too ,clit rubbing against him and waves crashing through me.I stood up, smoothed my dress, mask still in place. "Time's up."He panted, fumbling for more cash as a tip. "Same time next week?"I took the money without answering and slipped out, the rush fading as the cool night air hit me.

 

i was Back in the alley by 2 a.m., curled on the cardboard under my blanket. Cash hidden safe. Body still humming from the control.Tomorrow would be the same grind. Lifts by day. Power by night.Until it wasn't.

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