All Chapters of Her Mafia Bodyguard: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MIA“All right, I’ll need you to break down into groups of four.” The instructor stands at her desk in the front of the room and waits for us to shuffle around and find our study group arrangements.I can’t pretend it doesn’t make me feel good when Posey immediately turns around and points at me, eyebrows raised. I nod quickly and try to hide my happiness. How pathetic. Am I that desperate for friendship? The desk next to mine is now empty, so she scoots over and plops down in the chair. “Awesome. I was afraid she would assign us to people we didn’t know.”“I know, right? I didn’t think we’d have our own choice.” I look around the room, letting my gaze drift over Zeke like I don’t even notice him. Like I’m not constantly aware of his presence. He’s sitting by the door, one ankle crossed over the other knee while he slouches in his plastic chair. He could be asleep with his eyes open for all I know. He’s not moving.I can’t help but want to ask Posey if it’s weird, him being here, but

ZEKEShe’s up to something.Here’s the thing about Mia: she’s a smart girl. Very smart. She pulled good grades in high school, even when her life was shit, and she takes her schoolwork seriously now, too. When she’s not studying in her room, she brings her stuff out to the living room so she can have the TV on while she’s going over her classwork. She’s not screwing around online, either—I try to be subtle, but I check on her from time to time, and she’s always typing a report or reading her digital textbooks.The problem with smart people is sometimes they think they’re smarter than they are. They might get a little full of themselves and assume they can get away with anything because they’re too clever to get caught. If anything, that makes my job easier, the way she practically broadcasts every thought she’s having.And that means I have to play it smart, too. I’ve never played chess, and I wonder if this is what it’s like. Trying to figure out her next move and how I’ll counter th

MIAWhat the hell just happened?I haven’t even turned the light on in my room. I can’t move. I’ve been leaning against my door for… I have no idea how long. I can’t wrap my head around this. How I’m supposed to feel. What I’m supposed to do next.It was wrong, wasn’t it? What he did was wrong. Spanking me like I’m a child. I don’t even think my mom ever spanked me when I was little. But now here I am. My ass stings, and it took all I had not to burst out crying.At first. When he first threw me over his knee.After that…I don’t think I’ve ever been so inexplicably wet. My panties are sticking to my skin. I’m so turned on it hurts. It only got worse every time his hand made contact. Am I one of those people who gets off on being spanked? What the hell am I supposed to do with this new knowledge?Was it only because the spanking was coming from him? Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten off on it if it was anybody else. But I’m not going to go out and experiment with somebody else, either.My

ZEKE“Zeke? Can you come help me with something?” Her bedroom door is partly open, but her voice sounds strange. Almost muffled. I hurry out of my own room, where I just finished getting dressed. Monday morning. I guess it could be worse. I could be putting on a suit and tie and wishing I could hang myself with it instead of wearing it to a soulless job working at a soulless company.Instead, I have the pleasure of stepping into Mia’s bedroom and finding her ass in the air. She’s wearing a skirt that is short enough and loose enough that it rides up and gives me an almost perfect view of her ass.And her pussy, covered by a strip of baby-pink lace.Maintain. You can do this. I take a deep breath and think back on one of the last jobs I pulled before Mia came into the boss’s life. Blowing some guy’s brains out while he sat behind the wheel of his car. Blood and brains splattered the windshield.That’s enough to make my burgeoning erection go back down real quick. Unlike some of the me

The buzzing gets a little louder. My cock is straining, precum soaking into my boxer briefs. That’s all I’m wearing, so there’s nothing to hide the erection sticking out in front of me. I run my palm over it and groan softly, lost in the mental image of a goddess splayed out on her bed, getting off while thinking of me. Moaning my name. It’s me she’s imagining with her, my fingers and tongue against her pussy instead of a vibrator. She’s probably soaking wet, lips coated in her juices. I’m not going to be able to handle this much longer before I have to release.“Oh, yes… yes…” I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to open the door and go in, to take her the way I know she’s dying for me to. The way I’ve been dying to since the day the boss brought her home. This is insane. This can’t happen. He’d kill me.But he’s not here. And holy fuck, I’m going to die anyway if I don’t do something about this. I’ve been a fucking saint up to this point. Nobody would hold out as long as I have. And I