The Mafia's Whore

Chapter 20:The Girl Who Said "Fucking My Mother"

Chapter 20: The Girl Who Said "Fucking My Mother"

I sighed following Sin as he led the way towards the room I was currently staying at, slumping my shoulders I hurried my steps to keep up with him. The frown on my lips, feeling like everything I hoped for was failing. The plan of finally being able to get out of that room and to have Elliot's trust, but the closer I went to the door the more that hope drained.

"Your not needed today, you can rest." Was all he said as he opened the door, i walked inside not in the mood to trigger him. Settling down on the edge of the bed, I awaited to hear the click of him locking the door but surprised when I did not hear it.

Was this a trap?

Was sin allowing me to escape?

No!

Did Elliot tell him to leave the door unlocked?

Maybe this was there way of testing if I would try to escape, I could bet that sin was hiding within the shadows and would pop out when I would try to leave.

Slipping the shoes off my feet and throwing my legs on to the bed I laid my head against the soft, comfortable cotton pillow almost swallowing my head.

"Here's some snack." I smiled at the maid who laid the plate of some cookies on the table before leaving the room,again I heard no knock and now I was certain something was wrong.

"I see your enjoying your snack." I sat up straight as I heard Elliot's voice, my eyes automatically looking him up and down and to my disappointment he was clothed well, he wore a long sleeved black plain top with some blue jeans.

"I am, but I am more surprised to see you." I spoke, now standing up so I nearly his height. My eyes glared into his, my nails digging into my palms.
"I have come to inform you that as from today you will have freedom but limited, which means you are allowed to roam around the mansion but not leave without me or a guard and I must allow you to leave, if you disappoint me or do not follow the rules I will lock you up in here again." He spoke, his palms had crawled around the back of my neck and he pulled me closer so now I was on my tip toes and my lips were inches away from his.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" I questioned, my eyes drifting from his lips to his eyes feeling my throat become dry and in need to kiss him.
"Don't question me, cherry." He whispered, I let out a breath as he bit my lower lips making my palms grab on to his arms.

"I will tease you till the day your beg for me to take you." Snapping out of the seductive daze, I felt him release me and I took a step back clearing my throat and straightening my hair with my fingers.
"You wish, I do not think I want the man who dreams of fucking my mother to touch me anywhere." I spoke, knowing well how stupid it sounded when I would become weak when he would be near me.

"Time will tell, you should relax and have your cookies. I will require your presence some other time." I watched him walk away, my breath uneven and the hair on my arms standing up. My legs were clenched together, and my eyes followed him as if he was my territory.

In many ways this was wrong, what I was feeling was wrong but the temptation was not fading, I knew I craved him sexually. I wanted his naked flesh against mine, the intense sex involving pain and pleasure. I wanted him to take me, anyways and in any position.

I was being driven crazy, knowing this man can be possibly only intrigued because of how I resembled to my mother. But I also believed that he wanted me, he wanted to taste and ravish me and he was going to begin this game of 'it' and 'tag'.