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Chapter Four - Elaine

"Elaine Wood... is my name."

I literally fall down on knees as soon as I see his broad and slender back disappear with the elevator doors opening and then closing. God, what is happening to me? It's like my legs turned to Jell-O. I could hardly stand anymore.

This man, Sebastian Miguel-- Don of the mafia family who's been showing up at my door every month for the last three years just for the money my dad owed them-- is doing things to me. My head, my body and my heart. I've never felt like this before-- this fluttering in my heart, this sudden aching in my body, and this sudden strange emptiness between my thighs.

I can't believe I feel like this for a Mafia boss, out of everyone else! Out of every other guy existent on earth, I'm falling for the most dangerous kind. The kind every woman is supposed to avoid getting involved with.

I really tried my best to hold my back and appear as strong as possible before this guy whilst internally struggling to keep it together. Keep myself together from falling in his arms and begging him to take me under the sheets.

It started when our eyes met, and then, it all got a whole lot crazier when I saw the bulge on the crotch of his pants. He saw me staring at it, judging from how he immediately got up. He must have felt embarrassed.

But there was no need to-- because that just confirmed my feelings. My hunger for this man, who I only met today for the first time.

I somehow drag myself to shower, tossing all my clothes onto the floor as I step under the cold running water in hopes of feeling somewhat normal. I've felt anything but normal for the past couple hours. My head is drifting, spinning and it's like I got transported to a whole new world.

"Sebastian Miguel," I mumble under my breath, the water droplets rolling down my drenched skin. I'm sensitive now, even at the slightest touch. "Sebastian..." I whisper to myself again.

My nipples are now rock solid, hard like daggers. I'm touching myself softly, letting my fingers trace the outlining of my breasts, my collarbone, eventually to the opening between my legs. Even under the running shower, I can feel the sliminess form on the slit of my pussy with my fingers. It's getting out more and more by each second, as I tease myself there.

If only my fingers could transform into his cock. Hard, stiff and pulsating.

I bite my lower lip, softly moaning out "Sebastian... Miguel," and decide to shove a finger inside. It slips right in, thanks to the juices oozing out of the opening. I rub my clit clockwise, my moans getting breathy and louder with each stroke.

"Oh, god!" I exclaim, feeling my orgasm push through "Sebastian!"

I shove another finger inside, massaging rapidly as my orgasm gets closer and closer. And then finally, I cum. A massive gasp leaving my lips, which echoes through the bathroom. My hands are instantly covered by my love juices, every single one of my fingers. It's even trickling down my thighs. I'm an utter, horny mess right now.

***

For the rest of the day, I can't stop myself from thinking about Sebastian. He's everything I ever dreamed of. Gorgeous from head to toe, with a deep masculine voice that feel likes biting into soft dark chocolate, and a gaze that holds you captive within milliseconds only. It's seriously just like hypnosis.

Am I truly in love with him? Or is it all just lust? I want to know everything there is to know about him. I wish for him to be in love with me. To be obsessed with me, as much as I'm obsessed with him already.

Is he the right man I've been looking for? I look at myself through the mirror, my naked body right as I showered just now and had the best orgasm in a while only by touching myself. I can only imagine him giving me orgasms. I'd descend to heaven, for sure. For god's sake, every bit about him is oozing sex.

As I stare at my body through the mirror, a thick body I'd grown to be insecure with because of all the bullies back in high school before I dropped out. I run my hand over my belly, heavily breathing. I want his babies, yes. I want to become pregnant with his baby. I trust him like that already. Making a family with Sebastian would be lovely.

I can tell he'll be a great dad. I can just tell, no need to second guess anything. I heard that couples with tons of sex drive are also very loving parents.

"Snap out of it!"

I slap my hands on my cheeks. What am I even thinking?! This is not like me. Ever.

I'm literally pleasuring myself and cumming at the thought of a man who must also be a cold-blooded killer, as far as I know. He's the Don of a notorious mafia, for fuck's sake! There's no way he feels anything like empathy. Or even has a heart. Love? Family? Impossible. I'd be walking into a trap deliberately if I fall in love with him.

Now that he's stated that I should consider the debt repaid, there's absolutely no reason for me to think of him. Or even remember him, in the slightest. He's gone. And I'm freed from worrying about the mafia men showing up at my door every month.

"However, expect me... angel."

Oh, shit. He did say that to me. His last words before he left me gasping for air.

He's coming back. The lust in his eyes, the gaze he gave me with those green eyes that resemble emeralds-- they meant a lot more. He's coming back here. The debt is paid, but he's not gone. I am to expect him.

[To be continued...]