"No. Why do I have to live somewhere else? I'm not going anywhere with you!" I yelled.
I turned around and fumbled with the lock but Milo just stood there watching like I wasn't trying to run away. My hands were shaking so much that I could barely focus them to open the lock.
"Where are you going right now? Will you sleep on the street?" He asked.
His hands were in his pockets and amusement danced in his eyes. It was like he was watching his favorite television show. That was how much I seemed to amuse him.
As soon as the door opened, there was a man with a gun in his hands guarding the exit. I slammed the door in his face and turned to Milo. It sounded weird but I knew I was safer with him than with the man at my door.
So far, he hadn't shown me that he had any intent to kill me.
However, I felt trapped. I couldn't help the tears that gathered in my eyes. Before I knew it, I was sobbing on the ground. Milo was heartless.
"If you think a few tears are going to change my mind then you're mistaken," he said. "I've let a lot of shit you've done slide. When will you understand, you belong to me? You're mine to with as I please."
He reached out, grabbing me by my waist, and pulling me to his chest. "The sooner you accept that, the more peace you'll have."
I tried to wrestle out of his grasp but he didn't let me go. He held me tighter and chuckled like everything I was doing was all comedy to him.
"Let me go!" I yelled.
Milo let me go and I stepped back. The look of amusement was gone from his eyes. In its place was seriousness.
I was jealous of his genes because even though he was forty-three, he didn't look his age. He could easily pass for someone who was in their late 20s. Maybe it was because he evidently went to the gym.
"Only pack your valuables. I'm moving you somewhere else. No property of mine is living in such a neighborhood. Don't worry about clothes. My assistant will assist with that. You have fifteen minutes."
He proceeded to walk to the exit like he expected me to follow him around like a lost puppy. I hated how casually he was speaking about my life like I was nothing but a commodity to him.
I shook my head and wiped my tears.
"I'm not taking your dirty money or living on property that you have purchased money tainted with blood. I'm not like you and I'm human, not an object!"
"Oh yeah? You don't have a choice, Emilie."
The way he said my name…it sounded sinful…erotic…playful…
However, I wouldn't let him distract me with the attraction I felt for him.
"Is that how you get women to sleep with you? By forcing them with your power?"
He reached me in one swift movement and tore open the front of my top in one breath. I gasped and fumbled to cover myself but he grabbed my hands and held them in one of his.
His gaze trailed from my face to my chest, which was rising and falling rapidly.
"You're telling me that if I dip my finger in your cunt I'll not find you wet for me?"
"I–"
"Your nipples are beaded, Emilie. You want me as much as I want you. We both knew it the moment we kissed two years ago." He said.
I couldn't tell him he was right so I shook my head no. I remembered that night vividly. I was still dating Ivan when I sneaked into his room to snoop. Instead, I found him there. One thing led to another…
But we both knew there was an attraction between us. The stolen gazes when no one was watching, the lingering touch whenever our skin made contact, and the way I always got flustered whenever I talked to him…
I would rather jump off a building than admit I had feelings for my ex's father.
Unfortunately, Milo had other plans for me. He let go of my hands and kissed me in one single breath. With his hand on the back of my head, he held me in place to stop me from resisting.
His mouth moved against mine expertly. Even though I refused to kiss him back, the kiss didn't stop liquid desire from traveling all the way to my center.
Milo pinched my sides, making me gasp. Immediately my mouth opened, he thrust his tongue inside and our tongues touched. I melted into him immediately. All the resistance seemed to leave my body.
Shivers ran down my spine and need washed all over my body. Milo pressed his body against mine, making me feel all his hard muscles and ridges.
He was hard everywhere.
With one hand around my waist and the other on the back of my head, we kissed like there was no tomorrow.
I'd finally caved and welcomed the need to kiss him. Our tongues fought for dominance and our teeth occasionally clashed.
Milo didn't dare let me go. He kissed me like a starved man who had gotten a drop of water in drought.
When he finally pulled away, my lips were swollen and he was staring at them intensely. He slowly lifted his eyes to mine but his mouth still hovered above my lips.
He didn't let me go. "Tell me you don't think about that night. Tell me you haven't thought of me in two years. This attraction we feel for each other is magnetic. I want you as badly as you want me."
Even though everything in me screamed to melt at the sound of his words and tell him everything he said was true, I had to be smart.
Nothing good ever came from associating with the most feared mob boss in the world.
"Milo—"
He silenced me with a kiss that was more intense than the first one. This one was hard like he was punishing me.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life as I kissed him back with all the energy I had.
In my state of distraction, I didn't register his hand moving from my waist until he held my hips.
"I bet you're wet," he said. "How badly do you want to feel my fingers inside you?"
I soon swallowed my resistance when he stroked my pussy over my cotton shorts. He did it slowly and delicately like he was worried he would hurt me if he did it too hard.
I was sweating all over with goosebumps covering my skin. My breath hitched when he pressed his finger against my clit.
"Oh God…" I moaned into his mouth.
I was a flustered mess and he hadn't even touched my bare skin. Before I knew it, I was practically grinding into his hand.
"You're so wet that you've soaked your shorts. Even your pussy agrees that you belong to me."
All my protests were swallowed by his kiss. I held on to him for dear life as he stroked my pussy harder. Pressure was building in my body and my legs were slowly parting further to give Milo more room to touch me.
"Please…Milo…"
I didn't even know what I was begging for but I knew I didn't want him to stop.
My heart was racing so fast I thought it would thump out of my chest. I was on the very edge. It was like when Milo touched me, he got my body instantly excited.
He didn't even need to try too hard.
"Fuck, Milo…"
He pulled his hand away and slapped my pussy three times. That was all it took for my toes to curl, my knees to wobble, and an orgasm so intense to hit me.
If it wasn't for him holding me in place, I would have fallen to the ground. My eyes rolled back and my mouth was stuck in an 'O' shape. I'd never had an orgasm that hard before.
As soon as I rode out my orgasm, he let me go and pried my hands from his shoulders.
"Pack your valuables and meet me outside. This is no longer your home."
Only when he slammed the door shut when he left did I register what had happened.