Sage One million dollars annually.That is how much the Mafia boss and his spouse wanted to use me as their plaything. Their desire was for me to reside in their house, sleep in their bed, and instantly bend over them like a child. Their desire was for me to reside in their house, sleep in their bed, and instantly bend over them like a child.But no strings attached never worked out.I cautiously made my way through the Buratti family club toward the back offices, where a towering security guard wearing a black suit and black sunglasses stood, amid flashing lights and grinding bodies. I held the contract in my hand and looked up at him, my heart racing a million miles per hour.“I’d like to see Constantino, please,” I whispered.He gave me a perfunctory glance before nodding and directing me to Constantino's office.Naturally, there were many drawbacks to the job and the money was illegal. I would be singled out by rival families, harassed by the police, and looked down upon by t

SageLaila and I were left by Constantino in his BDSM room, strapped to the walls and with vibrators wedged deep within of us. I balled up my fists around the chains and held them there tightly, feeling a rush of pleasure. It seemed like we had been coming here repeatedly for more than an hour.I was propelled higher and higher with each vibrator vibration. I turned my head back and peered at the wall-length mirror at the side of the room, sensing that it was probably not just any ordinary mirror but rather a device that allowed Constantino to keep an eye on us as we approached, operate the vibrators, and grant or withhold pleasure at will.My crotch constricted, and I let out a loud moan. I felt wave after wave of pleasure shoot out from my core, sending tingling through my limbs and numbing my mind. And even though, had I been in charge, I would have removed the vibrator from my clit, the vibrations persisted.In fact, my vibrations seemed to get faster somehow each time I visited.

JadaKarson sat on my living room couch, flirting with two blonde chicks that he had probably slept with a hundred times already. Everyone in this town seemed to know everyone else because it was so damn small. I had moved here because of the beautiful mountainous landscape, but after I met Karson, I immediately wanted to move back home.He was a dickhead.I threw back my shot and let it burn my throat.If he was not making out with me, he would probably yell at me for drinking too much alcohol. He was always complaining about me, a city girl, moving to the country; when I needed to hire that bitch to remodel my kitchen, he would not stop making mean remarks about it. He was the only fucking man who did that kind of shit in this whole town.Karson reached for his beer, took a sip, and gave me a glare with those dark brown eyes I detested looking at me every single fucking day. Everyone knew everyone else in this tiny town on a daily basis. It didn’t matter who you were or what you did.

LilahI was breathing heavily as I passed through the doorway, trying not to breathe in his incredibly attractive scent. His arm shot out, encircling my middle and stopping me dead in my tracks. It left me in a whoosh."Delilah," he growled. My pulse raced, so I inhaled deeply a few times before looking up at him. A ticking muscle in his jaw gave him a smouldering look. For a considerable amount of time, neither he nor I moved. I shouldve pulled away, but I resisted the urge to melt into him. But I was unable to. I found myself drawn to him.Then he struck. He turned my body toward him as his hand tightened around my hip. He pressed me up against the doorway, his lips crashing down on mine, the trim sending splinters down my spine. One hand slid into my hair, his fingers curling around the nape of my neck, trapping me in place with his hard body. Against my stomach, he grew long and hard, and I groaned into his kiss.Abruptly, he pivoted me once more and pushed me back into the chambe