His Control The Mafias Prisoner

"You know how to drive a man crazy," Senna whispered hotly against her ears as he pushed Valeria against his desk.

 "So why did you come here, huh?" His fingers slipped through the thin strap of her panties as he pulled them down her legs. She fell onto the desk, parting her legs wide enough for him to pull her panties off easily.

Their breaths mingled as she hastily took off her clothing. She didn't wait till he was done before she pushed her lips against his in a hot kiss.

She tossed her top, hot minding where it landed, and when she felt the heat of his hands on her skin, she closed her eyes, threw her head back, and let out a moan of pleasure. Senna had no idea why she had visited him, but if this was going to be the main menu, he wasn't complaining.

 He took a step back and stared at her naked upper body. His groin tightened when she bit her lower lip and caressed her breasts. Her fingers tugged at her nipples as she gave him a come-hither look. He loved bold women. He loved women who knew what they wanted. Who went straight to the point, and Valeria was that woman.

 "Why are you taking time, Senna?" She drawled in a tone that conveyed her lust. Her lips had slackened, and her eyes swam with heated desire.

She lifted her perfectly pedicured feet against his desk, revealing her wetness to him. Senna hissed. He couldn't turn her down. He knew why she was here and offering him sex, but he hadn't blown off steam in a week because he had been too busy with interstate logistics.

"Fuck it." He muttered and walked back to her.

His fingers wrapped around her neck as he pushed her deep into the desk. His lips captured hers, and he sank his upper teeth into her lower lip as he tugged at it softly. She whimpered under his hold, and he knew she liked it like he did.

She tried to push her hip against him, but he held her. He hated it when a woman tried to take control or tried to match his power. He loved to dominate, and he was going to do that. His other hand traveled down her collarbone as his lips left her mouth to pepper kisses down her chin.

 He caught her earlobe in his teeth and nipped at it. He kissed the back of her ears, and she tilted her head to the side as his lips traced the delicate skin of her neck. She smelt like roses and something he couldn't decipher. But she smelled nice.

"You used my favorite perfume, huh?" He breathed against her neck as his fingers caught her left nipple. She whimpered.

 "You know why you're here, don't you?"

 "Y-yes," she said in a thin voice.

"Why?" He asked as his fingers pressed into her jugulars. She tried to grind her crotch against his, but he pushed her back roughly.

"Fucking speak, and don't try to be in control. You should know by now that I am in charge, always. You are to submit it to me. Now, why are you here, and what the fuck do you want little slut?"

"I miss you, Senna," She whispered against him as his fingers worked on her nipples. She felt his bulge against her left thigh as he pulled her in.

He would have pulled away at that instant. He hated being missed, especially by women. If it wasn't money, he didn't want it to be anything. But Valeria was so fucking desperate. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and her feelings didn't matter. It never did. She was aware of it.

 "So you came here to see me, huh?" He asked as his teeth sank into her skin. Her fingers dug into his shirt as she bit back a squeal of pleasure when he hit the right spot.

 "I came here so you could fuck me. I know I was rude to you the last time, and I would be grateful if you could teach me a lesson. I never want to be rude to you anymore." The corners of his lips lifted.

 That was what he wanted to hear. Not her nagging about how he had every woman for his every need. He pulled away from her and smiled.

 "Now, that's what I want to hear." She gave him a wary look.

 "So, do you forgive me?"