His Mafia Princess

Five

Warning: 18+ 

Author's Note - This chapter will contain a lot of smut/sex so you have been warned if you are uncomfortable with reading that type of stuff you may not want to continue reading this chapter.

Julie's POV

We were walking up the staircase. It felt like freaking thirty flights of stairs. I was really only twelve steps I'm being dramatic. We got to the room and walked in. It was amazing. It had white walls but one of the walls had a gold accent on it. There was these black dresses and nightstand which was so pretty with the golden handles. There was a king size black bed. And a floor length mirror. I could see it also had a bathroom and a walk in closet. A freaking walk in closet!

"You like it." Chris snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked at him. "It's beautiful. A beautiful room Chris." He looked at me with a softer look on his face. I really didn't want him feeling bad for me. I wanted to ask him about the kiss earlier. Well we kissed twice. I wonder if it meant something to him, I wanted it to mean something but we could never work out. 

And it's not because we hate each other. It's because I'm not a relationship girl. I've had two boyfriends. The first one was when I was 15 in high-school but it only last a couple of months because my father found out scared him away. The second one well when he found out what I was he got mad I didn't tell him and didn't want anything to do with me. I could never get a guy to stay. I always wondered what would've happened if my dad never scared away my boyfriend from high-school. I could host a fucking talk-show about all the bad times I've had with guys. I would be rich.

"Chris." He turned to look at me and I took a deep breathe. I know I was gonna regret what I'm about to do. I walked up to him and kissed him. I wanted him to kiss back but he didn't. I pulled away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't I have done that I-" He grabbed my waist and pulled me back into a kiss. Idiot I my side hurt. I did have surgery. Which meant even though I wanted to have sex I shouldn't but I was always one to break the rules when I was in high-school. I had sex at fourteen. And that was only because I lived in Georgia until my second year of high-school. We moved to LA because that's when my father decided to move his mafia here.

We made for a little bit and he pushed me up against the door. I let my hand slide to the doorknob to lock it only because I knew he sister was here and didn't want her or really anyone to bother us. I put both arms around his neck as he tighten his grip on my waist. "Wait Julie we can't." So close. "Chris why not. We both want this and you can't deny it."

"Julie you just had surgery. We hate each-other. And you still have the pain medication in your system. If we do this you'll regret it later on." What is his problem. "Chris I won't regret this. And my medication wore off a hour ago. The doctor never said anything about me not being allowed to have sex. Chris please just fuck me." Never thought I would here those words in the same sentence. 

I leaned back in to kiss him and it took him a minute but he kissed back. "Jump." I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked over to the bed and threw me on it. "You wanted act like a slut well now your gonna be fucked like one." His hands moved to m waist as he ever so gentle moved them up and down. He unzippered my jeans and pulled them down. My breathing got really heavy. He pulled off my top leaving me in a matching black undergarment set Lily had brought for me to wear. "Such a pretty little thing."

"Chris." I let a moan slip out when he moved his hand to my breast. "What do you want?" He moved his other hand to my panties. "So wet for me. Tell me what you want Julie?" Once I was able to form words I started talking. "Fuck Chris. Fuck me. Fucking ruin me." He arched my back and unclipped my bra playing with breast while kissing my neck. He's gonna leave a fucking hickey isn't he. He made his way down my body kissing, sucking, biting on my skin. He stopped right above the spot I needed him most. 

"Chr-Chris ple-please." 

"Such a fucking slut." He pulls down my panties and shoves three fingers in not wasting time. "Ahh. Shit Chris." "This is what you wanted Julie. Now stay quiet, every time I hear a sound come from you is how many times I'm gonna edge you and you won't be allowed to cum until I say so." Shit. This was gonna be difficult. He's doing this to mess with me. But I never felt like this when having sex with any other guy. His tongue licked my wet folds and pushed it's way in. I couldn't help but let out a moan. He came up so our faces were near each-other. "That's one. You really should've listened." He took his shirt off. I ran my hand down his abs to his belt. I undid his belt and threw on the floor. He took of his pants and boxers. 

He thrusted into me without warning which caused me to let out a big moan. "Shit Chris. Hmm." "That's three." He had edge me once and I let out a whine. It was like that four about ten times until his thrust started getting sloppy. "Shit Chris I'm gonna cum!" "Hold it!" I let a whine which turned into a moan when he kissed my sweet spot which was right behind my ear. He then whispered in my ear. "Cum for me Julie." 

And with that I let my orgasm take over. He thrusted in and out a few more times before he came. He pulled out and laid down next to me in the bed. "God Julie." Hmm. He pulled me close to him and I put my head on his chest. It was late and I was tired. I fell asleep within five minutes.