Falling For The Mob

37 Clingy

Sam

I press my foot harder on the gas pedal as I race to her apartment. If I get a fine, so be it. I'll gladly pay a few hundred if it means ending the agony I've been in all evening.

After receiving her message, I quickly grab the necessary things from my apartment and rush out, only to find myself waiting outside her door for over a minute, frantically knocking.

The door swings open in a huff, revealing her surprised expression. Her wet hair sticks to her neck and shoulders, and she holds a towel wrapped around her chest.

It reminds me of the first time I saw her like this. Though I hate to admit it, I already want her then. Now it's different, there's no need to pretend my intentions are pure.

I step inside as she takes a step back, not hiding my hunger I study every inch of exposed skin I can find.

"S-Sam, you're here."

I never replied to her invitation, I just got into my car and drove here. But right now, that's not important. Her cheeks tint even brighter, and it drives me mad knowing that I have this effect on her. She looks nervous, if only she knew what I have planned for her tonight, that would give her proper reason to be this flustered.

She needs to be punished for what she did to me—keeping me waiting, taunting me, depriving me of what I crave. I take another step forward, kicking the door shut behind me.

She swallows, her pupils dilating as the fist around her towel tightens.

The only thing separating me from her body is that poorly tied piece of fabric. I'm itching to touch her, aching to punish her, to hear her scream my name as she has so many times before. I reach over and, with a firm tug, the towel drops to the ground.

Her cheeks flush darker, and her nipples harden in the sudden cold air.

I've always thought she had a beautiful face, but her body makes my mouth water every time. The sudden throbbing between my thighs makes me impatient, but I have a plan for tonight, and I need to show discipline for it to work.

Without a sound, I reach down and lift her by the thighs, wrapping them around my waist. She releases a high-pitched squeak before relaxing in my grasp, letting me carry her to the bed.

Her eyes never leave mine as I slowly undress myself.

A brief flash of disappointment crosses her face when I stay in my underwear and bra, but she makes no sound of protest. I crawl up to her, stopping when my lips are merely a few centimeters from hers, and speak for the first time since my arrival.

"Am I correct to assume you mocked me this afternoon, Dr. DeLuca?" I stare down at her with a serious glare, watching her shiver.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Her tone sounds innocent, but we both know better. There's a slight taunt in her voice, she's making this worse for herself.

"Now, now, I won't have you lying directly to my face. Did you, or did you not, call me clingy?" She bites her lower lip softly, hesitating. I reach up, tugging it free with my finger. "The only one allowed to bite that lip is me. Is that clear?" Her eyes widen a bit, but she quickly nods. "Now tell me. Did you call me clingy?"

She gives me a slow, silent nod before staring up at me again. From this angle, she looks even more innocent, briefly taking my breath away. My voice is labored when I finally manage to speak again.

"So you acknowledge your mockery."

Her eyes land on my lips as a playful smile appears on her face. "I would never mock you, Sam. I only said what I thought was true."