✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited]
BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING
Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorde...
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ＮＡＺＬＡＮＭＡＫ (v.) pretending reluctance or indifference when you are actually willing or eager; saying no and meaning yes
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His lips did wonders on her delicate skin. The feeling so foreign yet still so familiar. While Rafael's lips raked over her exposed skin, Ravenna unknowingly had her legs wrapped around the length of his waist. As her legs had binded around the large man, her hands pulled him closer to where he was placing possessive kisses.
Before any one of them could process the lustful event and declare it as a mistake, Rafael knew that now that he can have her he won't be able to stop. As soon as he pulled away from her exposed skin, his lips immediately came in contact with hers that were thirsty for his touch.
As a moan escaped Ravenna from deep within her, Rafael immediately dug his tongue into her cavern to explore each and every corner. The process from the kitchen to the bedroom was not long as he was desperately in need of her. The evidence was his pulsating cock that was only restrained by the now irritating material of his dress pants.
Ravenna's mind had left of any plans of staying professional with the Italian mob boss in front of her. As much as she had wanted to resist him it was as if her body yearned for him even more. It wasn't the significant amount of lust that scared her, but the fact that she had acted as his submissive upon hearing his words of departure.
Rafael unmethodically lowered her down on the mattress of her bed all while their now swollen lips remained in tact of each other. Rafael's hands moved from her knees towards her inner thighs where the goosebumps were prominent. His hands continued to creep further up where he could feel the silky material of her lace.
Upon discovering the wetness that her core had been oozing, he shifted uncomfortably in his restrained material of his pants. Before Ravenna could sober on the addictive feeling of his fingers raking over her skin, his fingers abruptly moved the material of her undergarment to the side. His blunt fingers did the quick work of stroking her lower lips that were soaking wet.
Rafael hesitantly pulled away from her swollen vanilla lips that tasted just as sweet as he had imagined them to be. He lowered himself down to her inner thighs where he planted bruising kisses. Ravenna's hands instantly reframed back to his jet black hair to gain some control over his mouth that was running loose on her sensitive skin.
His lips did the dirty work of shamelessly continuing to advance towards her seeping core. Ravenna's once clear mind had blurred into a foggy state where all she could think clearly of was her need for him. As if he could telepathically hear her thoughts, his lips landed on top of her lower lips that were never exposed to any other man before.
