The Mafia King

Chapter 5

Songs for this chapter:

Latch (Acoustic) by Sam Smith

Running From Myself by Zak Abel

Justin's Pov

I'm laying down on my king sized bed dressed in a white button up shirt yet its undone revealing the tattoo's covering my body, I'm only dressed in my black Calvin Klein's. My hair is wild sticking up in different places. My eyes search my room, the lights are off and it's dark outside yet the light from the window shines in from the amazing busy city of Vegas. I look in front of me to see Rosalinda hovering over my bed dressed in a white satin gown that looks glorious on her body. Underneath she is wearing red lacy underwear, my mouth goes dry as I try to swallow.

She smirks at me crawling along my bed and in-between my legs kissing up my chest, my breathing goes ragged as she nips at my jaw. Her hair falls over my face as she comes eye to eye with me, I groan loudly feeling my erection starting to grow. She agonisingly slowly unties her gown letting it drop over my legs, not being able to take it anymore I crash my lips onto hers. She kisses me back feverishly straddling herself over me resting her hands on my chest. My hand cups her cheek as the other roams her body.

I slide my tongue into her mouth as I roll us over so she's underneath me, our kiss becomes intense as she uses her hands to slide my shirt from my shoulders. I cup her breast in my hand feeling her through her bra kissing down her neck, she leans her head back to give me more room. I suck her neck as she moans quietly bucking her hips up to meet mine.

I suddenly jolt awake in my bed sitting up quickly breathing heavy, beads of sweat cover my chest and my forehead, sighing I wipe my forehead with my back of my hand. I look down at my lap seeing my erection and a wet stain on my boxers.

"Fuck" I whisper standing up and making my way over to my chest of drawers changing my boxers, I make my way out of my room and into my large kitchen pouring myself a cool glass of water. I gulp it down quickly wiping some water from my mouth.

I suppose when you agree you only want to get to know someone cause you want to be their friend you don't have wild sex dreams about them. But I couldn't really help it, I was fucked the moment that I saw her in my casino.

Maybe if I could just fuck her once it would get her out of my system and it would be done and I could get on with my normal life instead of taking a girl out to places, it wasn't my thing.

I had a small pang in my chest of thinking about fucking her and then her being gone. I suppose that would mean I wouldn't see her again after that and the thought made me frown. Did I want to fuck her and that's all?

Of course I did. That's always the plan. Fuck them and chuck them and never see them again. It wasn't going to be different with her, that's all I wanted in the first place. Rose has just decided to make it a chase.

"What are you doing up?" Camilla pads into the kitchen in just a tiny t-shirt and her underwear, I roll my eyes and look at her putting my glass down on the side.

"What does it look like? I can't sleep" I sarcastically remark leaning against the counter. She skips over to me and runs her hands up my chest. This girl is annoying as hell but she sure is a good fuck.

But you know who else would be a good fuck, and probably even better. 

I shake my head, I cannot be thinking like that. This is ridiculous. This woman is driving me insane.

"How about we go for round two then?" She asks me smirking and kissing my jaw lightly. I suppose I should try and get that stupid dream I just had off my mind. I wrap my arms round her waist smirking placing my lips on hers.