“Just a latte, doll. Caramel, thanks. On ice.” I watch her register what I ordered as she thinks over what I said. Yes, darling. It’s your favorite. I know this because I stalk your fine ass. She also knows that I stalk her.
“Oh, and a croissant with the end dipped in chocolate, thanks. Hold the cream.”
Her hands shake as she writes it down on the pad in her hands. Her eyes flicker from mine back to the pad then out the window.
“I-I’ll be right b-back.” Again, with the stutter. She didn’t stutter that night in the rain, so I wonder if it’s mine or their presence un-nerving her.
I have to admit, the sound of her stutter and voice stirs my cock. Just like the way she looked at my lips as I spoke and the way she bit her bottom lip, watching me. She wouldn’t know how to hide her arousal even if someone coached her how to do it.
I like that.
A lot.
I wonder if my moral contract has a clause in it about fucking the Mafia princess. Is she off-limits to my cock or can I indeed fuck the good out of her and replace it with the dark I see lurking in the depths of her blue eyes. She is Damon’s niece. Her father was his brother. Unsure where he is, what happened. There is only so much digging Jimmy could do before he stopped to hound me with questions. He told me under no circumstances was I to fuck her, kiss her, fall for her. It was a straightforward we kill them all and move onto the next hit. Little did he know I had already kissed her. My mind dreamt of fucking her even while I sat there awake in meetings. That’s all I thought about; we will kill them all, just not Layla.
I rest my forearms against the table before she can walk away, her eyes on mine and mine on hers. I lean closer into her personal space looking up at her.
“I-is there anything else you would l-like?”
Again, that sexy as fuck stutter that has my cock in full jerk mode as she tries to speak each word.
“No, doll face. That should be all, for now at least.” I wink at her as she steps back from me, before turning and heading to the glass display case. Taking out the croissant and placing it on a plate she then turns to the coffee machine. She begins to make my coffee as I roll a cigarette around in my fingers, tapping it on the table then rolling it around again. Repeating this over and over while my mind wanders to all the things my erect cock wants to do to her.
For some reason as I watch her, my mind travels to the image of her tiny body fitting into my arms. She looks like she would be around 5 foot 8, the perfect height to have her thighs wrapped around my waist as I slide into her slick, warm pussy.
It’d be so easy to fuck her.
To take her and ruin her sweet cunt with my thick cock.
I bet she’d bend to my will perfectly.
She has dark inside her. I see it and I want to be the one who pulls it out from depths within. To have her nails dig into the flesh of my back as I drive into her.
Running my tongue over my lip, then placing the cig to my lips needing a smoke just because of the assault inside my mind alone, she walks over placing down my ordered items.
“T-there i-is n-no s-s-smoking in h-here.” Fuck me, that stutter. I want it wrapped around my cock.
Looking up at her as I take the smoke from my lips. “Wasn’t going to smoke it, babe. Just breathing the smell in is all.”
My accent is sharper than I had intended it to be. I try hard to hide the Irish in me until I wipe out Damon. That is when it will be the uprising of the house of Walsh and the world will bow at my feet.
“R-right. O-o-o-ok then,” she says, turning a whole new shade of red. Shit, she is hitting the 3rdshade of red tonight. Imagine what I could do given the chance. It’s surprising how much more you see in the light than what I had seen from her in the dark. And that night in the rain, she didn’t have the goon-squad breathing down her neck like she does here.
“Y-you’re Irish?” she asks me.
Nodding as I take a sip of my coffee, a groan leaves my body. It’s that fucking good. No wonder she likes it.
I raise a single brow at her as I drink. Her arms cross over her chest pushing her ample breasts up. My eyes dart down to said chest, appraising the swell and curve of her tits. I can already picture what the little buds would look like. A soft rosy pink, just like the color that her cheeks are while fading from the deep red of before. She is settling into my presence and I like it.
I dig a hundred-dollar bill out of my pocket sliding it across the table toward her.
“Take your break with me?” I ask her and this time she raises her brow at me.
“Because we are both Irish?” she asks me, picking up the bill, folding it in half and placing it inside her notebook.
“No. Because I wanna spend time with you.”
Her cheeks heat instantly and just like that there is the fourth shade of red for the evening. Her eyes fall to goon one as he leans closer off his stool about to step down and this way. I have felt his eyes on me the whole time.
