WARNING: MATURE CONTENT
"You do as you wish, and don't even care what do I say or want..." I said, then took my chin out of his fingers, and tried to escape his look, while climbing off his knees. Suddenly, he caught me and pressed me tightly to his body. I started struggling. "Put me back to my seat."
"No."
"I said, put me back."
"No."
"Listen," I took his face with my nails, "You're not allowed to do as you wish and don't explain things to me. I'm not your doll, got it?"
I almost hissed these words at him, and I expected all reactions from his side: madness, anger... but not laugh. He laughed loudly, but instead of anger, I felt I'm getting better and calmed down.
What a Heck...
He calmed down and looked at me. For now, he was serious and not going to play with me.
"I met you accidentally in that club. I was there for business and was about to leave when I bumped into you. Your scent... it made me drunk..." his voice was calm, and his look was thoughtful, as if he was recalling that night in his head. I was still sitting on his knees, pressed to his body tightly, and I could feel his body warming up like fire again. Probably, his thoughts went far on that night. Suddenly, he moved his onyx eyes at me.
"When I woke up in the morning, I looked at you and..." he suddenly laughed again, and put his head back at the seat, "I understood you're special to me. You easily lit me up, and I was hardly able to take control of the fire... However, you weren't afraid, neither of me nor of the fire. I decided to study up about you, and found you're working in the police..."
"How have you found out about the psycho-maniac case?" I asked, and couldn't resist the temptation. I touched the skin on his chest and started drawing some circles, playing with the white hair.
"Easily. It's on everyone's lips..." he smirked, then looked seriously at me, "The most important is, the person you are looking for, might be among those, like me..."
"What...?" I frowned.
He relaxed in his seat, and put his head back, while his left hand started stroking my waist and my back.
"The world isn't so boring, as you might think, Aurora..." he slowly put his head up and started kissing my lips. I couldn't resist him even if I wanted, but did I?
I hugged his neck and started kissing him back, slightly biting his lower lip. He slowly put off my jacket, while I moved my hands to his chest, and started unbuttoning his shirt. He threw my jacket to the seat where his jacket was, then his hands slipped to my breasts, unbuttoning my blouse.
His finger slipped into my mouth, making me suck his thumb and lick it up a bit. A silent moan fell from his lips, then his plump lips started kissing my neck, leaving hot red love marks.
He finally gave up unbuttoning my blouse, and tore it up, so the pieces of it fell to the ground, buttons flew somewhere in the unknown direction, and I was left only in the black bra. He stopped, straighten up, and looked at his work. His lips twitched into a smirk.
"You like to tear up my clothes..." I smirked, whispering into his lips, and started kissing his neck. He bit my earlobe, then moved down with slight bites from my ear to my neck, leaving love marks over yesterday's hickeys. It made me reach Heaven in a minute, and I felt I'm all wet. My body was trembling, my heart was in a race, my moans became louder, and I tried to lower the sound, moaning into his neck.
He roared when he felt I'm all wet in there, then put my skirt up, and tried to take my panties gently, which made me giggle into his neck. While he was struggling with my panties, my hands were struggling with his belt and fly.
Finally, both of us succeeded, and he squeezed my butt with his hands and helped me sit on his thick and hard manhood. I moaned, throwing my head back, while he put my hands on his chest, then threw his head back and squeezed my butt helping me move on his cock by showing the right rhythm while moving his hips back and forth. His cock was moving inside me with some difficulties due to his length and thickness. I was thrown at a high ecstasy level each time his cock was reaching my limit. I bent my back and scratched his chest. Suddenly, he pressed me to his chest, bite my neck making me scream, while he groaned.
Unexpectedly, I felt some noise behind my back, and when I turned my head, I saw the black screen slowly falling, so I rolled my eyes and looked at Markus. He noticed it too, quickly took his jacket, cowered me with it, and pressed me to his shoulder.
"What's going on?" he asked his driver, while his eyes were filling with anger.
"Everything is fine? I heard a scream..." Markus roared dangerously, then quickly hit the button with his fist, so the screen was put back in a second as if sensing his irrigation. I started laughing, while he was calming down his anger. However, I felt that instead of cooling down, he was becoming very hot, so my whole body was thrown into the fire and I felt this fire is coming from him. His face turned red, his hands and his manhood became very hot as well. I felt the blood boil in my veins, my body turned hot and red as well.
"Markus..." my voice was worried, and not only about myself, but about him as well. What is the origin of this fire and how he can become very hot in a second? He mentioned the fire previously...
"I'm fine..." he started breathing the air out in an attempt to cool down, and I felt his body becoming colder than before. Unfortunately, as his body became colder, mine became colder too, and there was no more desire for him and his body. I pouted my lips, looking at him. "Sorry," he whispered, then took me out of his cock, and put me on the seat near him. I started dressing up, feeling disappointment rising deep in me. But that disappointment was nothing, in comparison to what he felt at the moment his driver cockblocked us. I bet his whole body turned into a fire.
"Markus", I looked at him, then put my hand on his knee, "If we're going to investigate this case together, I need to know your secrets..."
I feel he has a lot of secrets from me and I hope he will let me know them soon, and not only because of the case. I felt a personal interest in him that is rising high each second we stay together.
"You will...," he said, buttoning his shirt. His voice was cold, but I feel he was as disappointed as I was. I don't know a man who would like to be cockblocked. "Just wait... "
"Fine..." I looked at him, then groaned and leaned closer, buttoning his shirt fast. He chuckled.
"You're going to step into the world, you never saw before. However, I bet you heard..." at this moment I looked at his eyes and saw that devilish glow I saw on that night when he pressed me to the door in the VIP room.
"Mafia?" I suddenly asked, and his smirk was the best answer. "You're in charge of everything, right? I understood that from my boss's behavior, and a bruise on his wrist..."
He grinned, then stroked my chin.
"Right. You'll be my right hand in there. All the time with me for your safety and better observation of the situation. I have suspicions that psycho could be under my protection, and I need clear clues to send him to the police..."
"It's getting more and more interesting..." I sat straight and looked at the folder, "So... A right hand?"
"Sexy one..." he chuckled. I laughed and looked at the window.
"We will arrive in half an hour. Maybe, you wanna do something before we got there?" he was talking to me while his face was turned to the car window. He had a thoughtful expression, being in a deep maze of his thoughts. I looked at him from head to toes, noticing how badass he looks in that black slim fit suit with a black dress shirt and black tie. His jacket was under my butt, so I could easily observe his black shirt stuck to his attractive body, and his black tie was only adding a fuel to the fire. It made me drool again, so I turned away and looked at the window in a vain attempt to calm down my wild imagination. All my thoughts started wandering over him and how badly I want him, so I kept silent until my eyes caught a few female clothes shops on the street, where we were driving slowly because of the traffic jam. I immediately turned at him.
"Am I allowed to wear a police uniform while being a mafia boss' right hand?" I attracted his attention easily. He turned his head at me, his eyes slipped down my body, examining my clothes and focusing his attention on my breasts. He weaken his tie, cleared his throat, and pressed the button, which put the black folding screen down.
"Stop here", he commanded and the driver put on the left switch light, then turned the steering wheel to the left and stopped a car near some shops. "Drive straight to the mansion. We'll be later..."
He went out of the car and helped me to get out too, closing the door after me. We looked at how the car joined the traffic jam, then he took my elbow and guided me to the most fashionable street. We kept silent until we got inside the shop with female dresses.
I turned around to look over all the dresses available here and my eyes immediately caught a dress hanging on the mannequin not far away from us. I went straight there and looked over that dress again. It was a short silk dress with a V-shape neckline, a hem above the knee, and dozen of short silver ribbons all over the dress, making it look a little bit heavier than it should be. Markus looked over that dress from up till down, examining every single piece of it.
"Is it a good one?" I saw he frowned, then turned around at a saleswoman, who was looking at us from the reception table. She blushed from his cold look, then rushed out of the table in our direction.
"What are you looking for, Mr. Malone?" her cheeks turned red as she was looking at him, however, her face turned all red when she looked at me as if she got angry for me being so close to Markus. Actually, I understand her, so my face remained as calm as before.
"We don't need your help," he said with his cold voice, then put a hand on my waist, and led me deep to the clothes hanging on the mannequins and hangers near the fitting room. He stopped near two dresses, then took one out of the mannequin and gave it to me. "This one is good. Try it."