He's Fire and She's Playing with It - Mafia Version

Chapter 37: It'll Be Okay

Adryan was indeed stationed outside of Ally's door when she stepped out of the elevator. Her hand was swinging the keys and without a word he grabbed them, unlocked the door, and shoved her inside.

"What's wrong with you?" he growled. "You're acting like a child."

She slowly removed her shoes, not dignifying him with a look. She was mad. He had brought her to the event, knowing full well that Grim was going to be there, and he had paraded her around like he owned her.

She took a deep breath. She couldn't think about that now. She'd make herself too angry and she had to stay reasonable, otherwise she would never be able to fool Adryan into getting into business with his sworn enemy.

She straightened. "If you stopped treating me like a child, then maybe I'd stop acting like one", she said coolly.

A thought slipped into her head, the memory of Benjamin's threat on the balcony.

I want to strip you of all your clothes, bend you over, and make you count every time you feel the sting of the belt.

Thank God, he isn't the one standing in front of me, she thought.

She'd be in so much trouble.

Not that Adryan didn't look like he too wanted to spank her lack of regard for her own safety, out of her.

Maybe not spank, but definitely fuck.

Even though she was so angry that her whole body shook, the string of thoughts still awoke a tingling inside of her.

"Pack a bag", he said. "You're spending the night at mine."

She gave him a frustrated look. "Didn't you hear what I just said? Stop treating me like a child. I'm an adult, I make my own decisions and my decision is to stay here, and that's final."

He took a deep breath, breathing in through his nose and exhaling through his mouth. She wasn't the only want that was angry. He was pissed at her and at himself because he knew that she had the right to be.

"Please", he said the struggle to keep his voice calm written all over his face. "Come with me."

She shook her head. "No."

In a second he had closed the distance between her and lifted her head up by putting a finger underneath her chin, forcing it up.

"I will carry you out of here if I have to."

Their faces were close enough that she could smell his perfume and oh, did it smell good. Without thinking she clasped his face and kissed him. It only took a second before he got over the initial shock of her touch, and answered her kiss with his own. Then it all happened fast.

He hissed her dress up, lifted her, and carried her to the bed and gently put her down. She found comfort in the fact that no matter how angry he was, he would still be incredibly cautious when touching her.

Right now, he didn't have to be though. She pulled him down on top of her, her fingers scratching at his clothes, trying to pull them off. There were so many buttons, so much fabric... it was driving her insane. She wanted him now.

The rage and pain had turned into hunger and she found herself getting wet by only his presence. He sat up, one thigh on each side of her body, took his jacket off, and unbuttoned his shirt. She ran her hands over his tattoos, feeling every inch of his stomach, and then let her fingers slowly making their way down. He groaned when she touched him, her hand gently closing around him. She didn't need to. He was as ready for her as she was for him. It had been weeks since the last time they... She didn't finish the thought. She didn't have the energy to even come close to it. Instead, she let go off of him when he motioned for her to spread her legs. He laid down on top of her, and pushed two fingers in. She gasped at the feeling when he found the right spot.