Cruel Paradise - A Mafia Romance

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a piss on

't even remind the bodega guy that you asked for no mustard on your sandwich last weekend. I don't think you

enna got all the rebellious genes," I mutter. "My whole DNA is wired to

up with Prince Douche Bag because you need this job to keep the kiddos in a good place. Food on the

, thanks. I don't need statues of me. I'd just like to not be tr

s, we'd all have something

l does t

me. Something my mom used to say. People f

e of New York, right across the street from Sienna and me, but she i

there from dawn 'til dusk every freaking day. I dream in spreadsheets-did you know that? I literally have dreams a

, baby girl. But go on;

ation and climb back up to street level, but I don't care. All the thin

d looks in the mirror to cackle and twist his mustache like some evil comic book villain? Like, 'Mu

s a mu

bs. F

like saying You wanna get outta here? without actually saying it... Sixpack abs, forearm veins-oh God, I do love some sexy forearm veins-and

t. So

ince the very beginning of my employment at Bane that Ruslan is a

seen enough glimpses of that smile -it's rare, but it exists-to wan

answer is a re

The kids are still in afterschool for another forty-five minutes and Ben is at a "job fair" (which i

ut you," I request as

g the subject,"

ely am. In

s see... Went out with that h

love forearm

estly. Oysters, as it turns out, are indeed

n. It's not everyone who gets a chanc

e she gets going too far gone to b

, but by my count, lots of peop

d me do m

ookeep

'd get to see

e oil rig worker,

. "But one, it's the Year of Our Lord 2023, so slut-shaming is no longer socially acceptable. And two, s

stly jealousy talking. I haven't been laid in so long th

you know? I mean, I don't have time and even if I did, I don't exactly ha

t and Ben to ignore. But just... try, okay? Promise me you'll try. If there's anyone in your life who you could see yourself trying with, it's worth taking a shot.

s under me, which turns out to be a half-eaten Taco Bell burrito. Ben's handiwork, no do

and lob it into the nearby tra

ky s

Pinky

Hot Girl Yoga. I love you with the whitehot intensity of

he han

e slides into the gap between cushion an

can't even remember the last time there was this little chaos in my vici

oment,

on the black scree

. He's smiling that smile she described. That come-to-bed-and-let-me-show-you-wha

see a dusting of dark chest hair and the edge of a tattoo I can't quite make out. He flexes his forear

ise, he croons. Shall I see

n realizing what I'm doing

hands that are doing it-or at least, it doesn't feel like it's my hands. It's Ruslan's ha

gne. There's a faint laugh on the edge of his voice, like he knows that this whole thing is crazy but he's just going

his orders. Gone is my messy apartment and the lingeri

col

bre

sk that sets my ner

o punish me, Rus

ead my palm along your bare ass in a tender stroke before I raised it up and spanked you hard enough to make you yelp again. You'd go fucking crazy if I le

y panties, then dips below and pushes them aside. I'm throbbing wet. Aching wet. The

, way too much. What kind of punishment would it be i

st my fingers. Imaginary Ruslan has me eating out of the palm

ou're right, sir. What

ue where my fingers just were. I'm going to lap up every drop of you. At first, it'll be just the tip of my tongue. Just a fluttery light kiss to your pussy lips. I'll graze your clit

y. "I'll do exactly what you want me to

tongue over you. Then I'll spread the lips of your pussy apart and go deeper. I'll push a finger between your folds, then another, and crook them to stroke against the deepest parts of you, the parts where just touchin

I'm pumping in and out of myself

while I do my fingers just like this and you're going to come for me like my special little princess, aren't you? I know it. You know it. We're both just waiting for the right moment. And it's c

?" I scream. "

g, ruined fucking mess, as a reminder that, just like your heart and your mind and your body and your so

ife, even as my lips form the most heart-

lit and was also a trash compactor squeezing me from the inside out w

this one from him. The euphoria of it rips through me in one endless lightning bolt after the next, until finally, what feels like an

'd be. My throat hurts from moaning and I'm sore as al

own to pi

eze in

is lighting

call i

gut immediately, but it takes a few delayed

y-two seconds, I've been on

been masturbating to the absolute filthiest f

ording every last moan and gasp and breath and twitch I made wh

ear the whol