The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

Something woke me. And by now I knew who it was. “Boss, is that you?” I muttered in my hazy state.

“You’re sleeping, Jay?” came his husky voice next to my ear.

I was aware of him lifting the bedsheet and nestling beside me, but I was just so exhausted I couldn’t move an inch. My legs and arms were dead. It only seemed like a second ago that I’d fallen asleep with a text book in hand.

“I’m sleepy, Boss,” I mumbled again, my eyes peeking open to check the time on my new mobile phone-eleven p. m. “Ahhh,” I moaned, shoving my head into the pillow. “Too tired. Going back to bed.” And my body grew slack.

A rough growl resonated in my ear. “Wake up, my beloved.”

Beloved?

My eyes flashed open, and I bolted upright, smashing my head against Giovanni’s.

“Ahhh, fuck!” he swore, rubbing his sore forehead. “You hit my head.”

“Sorry, Boss, sorry.” I bounced out of bed and soothed his forehead. “I didn’t mean to smash into you. You surprised me with that statement.”

How did Giovanni progress from calling me coffee machine to his beloved in less than a week? I only became his lover a few days ago.

Could our relationship progress that fast? Amelia wasn’t here to offer advice, and I didn’t have any girlfriends I could consult on this topic. Crispin was my friend, but he’s a guy. I couldn’t talk to him about sensitive and personal topics like these. Plus, he didn’t know I was in a relationship with the mafia boss.

“What, me calling you my beloved?”

“Yes. It shocked me.” I told him the truth.

“Why? Want me to call you coffee machine instead?” He brought his face directly in front of mine, so all I could focus on now was his face, his damned beautiful captivating face. My mind was hazy before, but now I was fully alert.

“Well, no, I don’t, but I’m not used to being called beloved,” I mumbled.

“Get used to it, because from now on, you’re my beloved, Jay,” he declared.

“Beloved. Beloved.” I tested the new name on my tongue. It had a nice ring to it. I could get used to it. Well, anything was better than coffee machine .

I said the name a few more times until Giovanni started using that f-word again, and I was shaking like a leaf in excitement and anticipation.

I grabbed my phone, my intention clear. Giovanni was distracting me. If I focused all my attention on my new phone, I wouldn’t be tempted by him. But just as my finger touched the phone, he tore it away from me.

I watched in horror as he threw my beloved phone across the room. Thankfully, it landed on the couch. I directed my evil glare at him. “Boss-”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Hush!” He pressed a finger to my lips and shut me up, right before I could voice my anger. “You don’t need it. Tonight, you only need me.”

Thump! That was the sound of my heart kicking against my rib cage.

Tonight, you only need me.

These were simple words I had read in those romance novels, but when they were directed at me, they held a totally different meaning. My body turned into a puddle of goo, and all I wanted to do was jump Giovanni and ride him.

How had I become this captivated? Now I could fully appreciate how those heroines acted all mushy and sweet when the hero whispered obscene words into their ears.

But I reined back my desire. This was definitely not the time to indulge in sweet sexual desire. I needed to have a good night’s sleep, a minimum of eight hours; otherwise, I’d perform badly on my exam tomorrow. And I didn’t need a crystal ball to predict the future. This would be the outcome if I followed this path.

“But Boss, I have-”

Giovanni didn’t listen to my protest. He was too cool for that. Instead, he sealed my lips with his own, kissing me with all the emotion he possessed. And his action spoke all. Fisting his fingers into my hair, he pinned me to the bed.

He wanted me, just as I wanted him. Our bodies resonated against each other, just as our tongues collided and fought with one another, both searching for that nectar we craved. When our lips finally disconnected, my heart still pounded after our intoxicating kiss.

His breathing grew heavy, and seductive lust spread through his eyes. He growled, “No more words tonight. All I want to hear is the sound of your moans and the screams of my name on your lips. Can you do that for me?”

“Just once, okay? I have an exam tomorrow,” I told him, more so to remind myself that I was only allowed one serving of him. Any more and it would affect my exam performance tomorrow.

Giovanni agreed. “Just once, my beloved.”

Hearing him say my beloved made my breathing hitch by another notch. I pouted my lips, waiting for him to kiss me again. Giovanni didn’t waste a moment, quickly closing the gap between us. The second his lips touched mine, sensory fibers alerted every cell in my entire body. My toes curled up, and butterflies swarmed in my belly.

How many times had he kissed me? Each time it only got better and better. Actually, it was better than better. It was addicting, intoxicating, and I was drowning. I couldn’t get enough of this drug. I wanted more, needed more.

My hands crushed into his hair, dragging his lips back to me when he descended to my throat. But only for a second. He drifted down to my neck again, this time nuzzling my nape.

Giovanni enjoyed teasing me. He was taking his time, seducing me with his fingers, his lips, and whispering words of seduction next to my ear.

“Beloved. You are my beloved.” Those words echoed in my mind.

I glowed under his touch. He made me feel like I was his treasure, his beloved. His hands continued to caress my sensitive skin, with light feathery touches. My body grew hot and flustered. My need for him grew urgent. I didn’t know how long I could wait. I needed him now.

“Boss, please,” I begged. He answered me by sealing his lips to mine again, reducing my voice to moans and groans.

He loved it, digging his fingers into my soft flesh. I returned the favor, my nails scratching his back.

I was beyond the point of no return. My need for him grew more urgent, and I was whispering obscene words into his ear, asking him to do things to me I would never say when I was not intoxicated.

A rumble escaped from his chest, and he growled, kissing me more urgently, too. He caught my eyes, locking our gazes together. Our fingers intertwined, and slowly he took me, entering me at a slow pace.

“Faster, please,” I begged him.

And Giovanni gave it to me. Hard and fast. Just what I liked. My head spun; my world tilted. Splashes of light flashed before my eyes, and I was chasing it, this feeling of euphoria, when finally, I reached it, this cliff edge.

I fell, descending at a fast pace, down and down, then suddenly I was flying through the sky. This was euphoria, my euphoria. Nothing could beat this intoxicating feeling. I was in heaven.