The Art Of Seduction - A Mafia Book [18+]

Chapter 5

Rosa and her beautiful blue-ish green eyes ^^

When I slept again, I wasn't sure if I had a nightmare or not because I dreamt about Vince.

He was intimidating. So intimidating as he sat on the black leathered sofa, gazing up at my naked chest as I twirled around the pole in only my black lace panties.

I arched my back off the pole, legs wide and he smirked up at me, his white button down shirt unbuttoned all the way to expose his smooth tanned chest and rock hard abs. Sweet Jesus.

He looked at me with hunger and desire as his hand stroked his hard friend through his jeans.

He was hard for me.

I gave him a seductive smile as I removed my panties for him and at the same time, he unbuckled his pants, pulling down the zipper slowly, teasingly. I stared at him as he pushed down his boxers to reveal his friend.

His friend was massive. So massive that I wondered if only just it's fat head would fit inside me or not.

He stroked it in front of me as I danced on the pole for him. My eyes stared at his fingers gliding over the thick veins popping out of his dick.

What was I even dreaming? Dear God.

Suddenly, it was all dark. Vince was gone, the pole was gone and I couldn't even see myself. It was then that I peeled my eyes open, my vision blurry as I took in the white curtains of my room. Their thin and diaphanous material did little to stop the light from peeking into my room.

Just 5 more minutes of the dream..

As I pushed my comforter off of myself and moved my legs, I realized how wet I was.

Well, this was a first for me. This was what a wet dream was like, I thought. I shouldn't be having wet dreams about my Mafia boss. That was forbidden, off limits and completely and entirely bad for me.

My efforts for avoiding him were turning out to be useless. I could try my best to turn away from him but fate will drop him in the exact corner I was going to turn into so that I would run into him again.

Our hourly lessons felt like an eternity had passed before time for dinner came around. It was slow and painful with him as he taught me the dirty ways of manipulation.

After Vince was gone last night, I had briefed Anna and Helen on what happened between us and they were listening to me so keenly that I felt like I was telling a fairytale to a couple of 5 year old girls. When I asked them about what happened when they rushed upstairs they shrugged at me.

"He was acting like he usually did although, he did notice how weird we were acting." Helen had told me.

"Of course he did." I muttered, rolling my eyes.

I was eating breakfast when my phone began to vibrate on the marbled island and I picked it up, without looking at the collar ID, a part of me certain that it was yet again my mama calling me about how she doesn't like that I'm at Vince's home.

"Si, mama?" I spoke into the phone as I bit into the remaining hash brown left on my plate.

"Since when did I become your damn mama?" Amalia or Lia as I liked to call her, my one and only bestfriend, laughed into the phone and I grinned as I heard her voice.

"Lia!" I basically shrieked into the phone, my face blooming with happiness. "It was about time you called."

"Hey! I was busy!" She defended herself.

"Busy fucking your beach boy." I said into the phone and heard her gasp loudly on the other side.

"I was no- how did you know?"