Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

“Lila, please come in here.” I can almost hear her huff, and I smirk.

She knocks on my office door before letting herself inside. “Yes, Mr. De Luca?”

I want to hear her calling me Andre. Screaming my name as I thrust inside her. But this gives me ideas too, and my cock twitches in my pants.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“I’m getting hot. Can you please do something about it?” Yes, the double entendre is very much intentional.

Having an assistant is so much more fun than I thought it would be. But maybe that’s because it’s Lila Morano who’s fetching me coffee and adjusting my air conditioning.

“You can’t do this yourself?” she mutters under her breath as she picks up the remote control from my desk.

“I could. But I’d much rather you do it.”

Lila glares at me over her shoulder, her long, dark hair hanging loose today. She’s wearing a pair of dark burgundy slacks and a cream silk blouse that makes her breasts look incredible.

It’s part of the reason I’ve come up with the most ridiculous tasks for her to complete today, just so I can have an excuse to look at her.

“Some would think you just want me around.” she presses a few more buttons, causing the air conditioning to rumble to life.

“They’d be correct.” I lean back in my chair, my eyes firmly glued to her ass.

“I can feel you staring, you know?”

“Just admiring the view.” I chuckle.

Lila tosses the remote onto the couch and turns, crossing her arms.

My eyes flick to her breasts, and she must catch me looking as her cheeks flush along with her chest.

I clear my throat, ignoring the ache in my cock as she stands there, a scowl on her face.

Fuck, she’s breathtaking.

“Anything else you’d like me to do?”

I lift an eyebrow. I lower my voice as I let my eyes devour her body. “I can think of many things.”

“W-we have to keep things professional. You’re my boss.” The near breathlessness in her voice has me even harder.

Something else flashes behind her ocean blue eyes.

Sadness? Longing? I can’t put my finger on it.

“I’m well aware of that.” I lean forward to rest my forearms on the desk, not wanting her to notice the evidence of my arousal. “Have any of the tasks I’ve asked of you made you feel uncomfortable?”

Lila looks down, her shoulders sagging a little.

I ball my hands into fists, fighting the urge to go to her. To take her chin and lift her eyes to mine, to work out what’s been eating away at her. Because something has. There’s been an almost pained look in her eyes every time she looks at me, as if it hurts to be in my presence.

The very thought makes my chest ache.

“Lila, I want this arrangement to work for both of us,” I say in a more serious tone.

She lets out a breath, looking up at me under her dark lashes.

“Is there anything else you need?” Her voice is void of any emotion.

I tense at the tone, irritated that she’s not willing to let down her guard.

“You can go.” I mirror her tone.

She nods, averting her gaze, before exiting my office.

Since she is now my assistant, I moved her into the office directly opposite my own. When both our doors are open, I can look directly at her.

But today, Lila keeps her door firmly closed.

If she wants to shut me out, I’ll let her.

For now.

“I need you to stay late and finish that report for me.”

Lila looks up from her desk, frowning. “What report?”

“The one I asked to be sent over by the end of today,” I lie, leaning against the door to her office.

“You never told me about any report.”

I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest, faking annoyance.

“It’s not my problem if you failed to listen to my instructions.”

Lila scowls, shaking her head.

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“I have plans.” Irritation flashes across her face.

I didn’t know three words had the power to send such a strong surge of rage through my blood.

It’s Friday, which means it’s likely Lila will be going home and getting ready for a date. She’ll sidle up to him in a booth, let him put his hand on her thigh, letting it roam higher until his finger brushes her soaked panties⁠—

“Cancel them,” I growl.

“It’s a fucking Friday night, Andre.” She gets to her feet. “Can’t this wait until Monday?”

“I’ve given you a very substantial pay rise, Miss Morano. I suggest you start working accordingly.” I turn my back on Lila, strolling into my office.

I leave the door open so that when I take a seat behind my desk I have a clear view of her, and fuck does the anger in her eyes make my blood heat. I love that fire, and I wish she would let me get close enough to see how much it would burn.

My cock is straining against my zipper, and I want nothing more than to storm back into Lila’s office and bend her over that desk.

The images flash behind my eyes—the fantasies I crave to act out with her.

I shift in my chair as I watch Lila toss her wave of dark hair over a shoulder, imagining twisting it around my fingers as I bend her over the desk.

I’d pull hard enough that she cries out, arching her back and pushing her ass against my rock hard cock, giving me no choice but to push her dress up around her hips and sink myself so deep inside her tight pussy.

It would be hard, brutal, the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. To remind us both who’s really in charge. Because right now, as I watch her work, it takes everything I have not to march into her office and drop to my knees before her, throwing her legs over my shoulders so I could devour her pussy with my tongue.

Lila must feel my gaze as she lifts her eyes, scowling at me as she continues to tap furiously on her keyboard.

I look away, not wanting her to notice the arousal in my eyes, but that doesn’t stop me from palming my erection through my trousers, biting back a groan as I ache to pull it free and stroke myself to completion under the desk.

I force myself to work through my inbox and to look over the budget for the current quarter.

Max’s old system needs updating, and I would normally palm off such lesser work to my employees, but I need something to distract me from Lila.

She turns me feral, and I know no amount of self-pleasure later will satisfy the need to be inside her.

“Is there a reason you’re being so hard on me?”

My head snaps up to find Lila in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her breasts up.

She’s wearing the same scowl on her face, but her cheeks have a pinkish tinge to them, as if she’s been fighting her arousal for the last few hours too.

The thought sends me to my feet and crossing the room in a few strides.

“I don’t recall you complaining about me being hard on you before…” I don’t bother being subtle as I glance at those delicious breasts.

Lila’s breath hitches, and I let my tongue wet my lower lip as I take her in. “Tell me, Miss Morano, do you ever think about that night in the penthouse suite of the Carlton-Ritz?”

“Andre…” Lila’s eyes seem to glaze over, and I smirk.

“Late at night, when you’re alone in bed, do you think about how I sank my cock so deep inside you that you screamed with pleasure?”

A strangled noise escapes Lila, and my hardening cock instantly goes rock-hard in response.

“Do you touch yourself as you remember how I devoured that delicious pussy of yours with my tongue?”

Lila’s pupils dilate as her chest heaves, and I let my hand rub my hard length through my pants, letting the memories of our night together heat my blood.

I know I shouldn’t be testing us like this, but fuck, I need her like I need air.

“This is harassment,” she whispers, her cheeks glowing red as she looks down at the bulge in my pants.

I squeeze my cock harder and let a deep, guttural groan escape.

Lila’s lips part, and I know she’s imagining us fucking, and it smashes what small amount of self-control I had left.

“Not if you want it,” I growl.

I reach out and run my fingers down her neck, watching as the skin instantly pebbles beneath my touch.

She stiffens, but a soft sigh escapes her lips.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”