Chapter 24 – The Mafia Nanny (Davina & Gabriel) Novel Free

“Hello,”

“It’s almost ten,” came Gabriel’s voice. “Where are you?”

For a moment, I was too stunned by his voice to reply, then I was filled with embarrassment at the way he was summoning me to go to his room as if I was a prostitute he hired in front of all the other staff. I was livid, but at the same time, I had made this deal with him. And a deal is a deal. “I’ll be right there.” My voice was cold and hard.

“Are you going somewhere?” Margot asked.

She knew. “Mr. Angelini,“ I replied calmly. “He called for some tea.”

“But he only drinks black coffee,” Sandra said innocently.

I could only muster a shrug and try to ignore the eight pairs of eyes on me as I retrieved the jar of dried chrysanthemum, set up a tray, and got on my way.

“He’s now living on the top floor,” Margot said.

“Thanks Margot, and goodnight everybody,” I called as I went out of the door. I knew they would talk about me when I left, but there was nothing I could do about it.

His room was on the top floor of the house, however when I reached the first floor stairs, I met a dead end I wondered what was going on.

I didn’t want to return to the scrutiny of the others in the kitchen so setting the tray on a nearby console, I dialed his number.

“There’s an elevator on the ground floor down the hallway from my office,” he said. “It’s the only access to my floor. Type in the code 3372 and it will lead you straight up.”

I did as instructed and found the doors to the elevator opening before me. As I stepped into its glass and chrome interior, the door swished close and I was swept up.

There was only one door past the massive centerpiece of flowers by the lift. By the time I arrived at it, I was breathing too fast.

I didn’t have to knock. The moment I arrived, Gabriel pulled open the door. I didn’t notice anything apart from his eyes. They were piecing and seemed to sear deep into parts of me that I didn’t want him to reach. Clearing my throat, I opened my mouth to speak, but before any words could come out, he rasped out his instruction, “Lose the tray.”

I placed it on the floor and as I straightened, his mouth was on mine. I forgot to be furious for showing me up in front of the other staff, for treating me as if I was a prostitute. My hands fisted his shirt, desperate to hold him close… or terrified of him eventually disposing of me. I couldn’t tell.

I slid my hands into his hair and gave the k**s everything I had in me. Earlier that day, I had been sure that I would never lay eyes on him again, but he had fought for us. For whatever this crazy fiery desire was bet**en us and in that moment, I appreciated him.

I tore at his b**tons as my entire body began to tremble with need for him. To be completely possessed and f**ked senseless the way only he knew to do. He would be the lust of my life, of this, I was certain. Nothing else or no one else would ever compare to him.

He dragged his l*ps from mine. “How could you leave so easily?” he rasped out.

Panting, I grabbed at his belt buckle and began to pull at the leather.

He pulled me away from him and forced me to look into his eyes. “Talk to me,” he commanded.

My eyes were hazed, the blood in my veins ablaze, but what could I say to him? It would be nothing that he wanted to hear anyway, so I tugged on the tie that cinched my cotton dress at the waist and pulled it over my head. I flung the material aside and stood before him in nothing but my underwear. I saw his eyes grow dark with lust. It was all I had.

His lust for my body.

“There is no need for us to speak,” I said. “I want you desperately. It’s okay for it not to go beyond that.” Even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true. It wasn’t okay for me. I wanted more. Far more, but I knew I couldn’t have it. My heart was going to be broken, but I would rather have this and a broken heart than nothing.

A heavy silence so thick you could slice through it hung in the air bet**en us as his eyes greedily feasted on my body. Then he turned around and headed towards the bed. Facing me, he began to unb**ton his shirt. He stripped quietly.

I watched him, transfixed by the pure virility of his body. My c**t was swollen and throbbing as he pushed his slacks down his h*ps to reveal his firm b**t.

I was dripping w*t when I went to him then. With my hands on his shoulder to support myself, I stood on tiptoes and began to trace w*t, worshiping k**ses down his perfectly toned back. My p**sy was pulsating with need for him.

Simultaneously, I unsnapped my bra and p**ssed my br***ts to his warm flesh.

I felt him shudder just for a moment at the contact, but he didn’t turn around. He allowed me the chance to explore and soon my mouth was on his ass. I didn’t know if it would be too much, but at that moment, I didn’t care. I went down on my knees, edged my head bet**en his legs and covered his balls with my mouth.

A soft groan escaped his l*ps as he spread his legs further apart.

It brought a small smile of satisfaction to my heart. I didn’t have much, but this power was mine. The two sacs were heavy with lust.

I turned myself around, and inched my way upwards, using the frame of the bed as a support until I reached the root of his c**k. The rock-hard shaft was so big and stiff it looked almost painful. I ran the tip of my t***ue along the thick bulging veins that snaked down the satin-smooth flesh.

With my eyes locked on his, I traced adoring k**ses up the entire length until I reached the mushroom head. I covered the broad tip with mouth.

He shut his eyes, and I couldn’t help my smile.

He seemed untouchable, unmovable, but by just that simple act, I was able to affect such a man seemingly larger than life itself. It seemed unreal. I focused on his pleasure wanting to give more to him than he could give to me. I s**ked hard and deep, taking what I could of him into my mouth and down into my throat.

“s**k me off,” he urged. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

I did as I was instructed, my heart brimming with excitement at the promise. I lapped up his pre-cum, and felt utterly amazed at how much I relished the taste of him. With the other few guys I had had in my lifetime, I had never bothered going this far, but with Gabriel, I couldn’t get enough of all that was him. To my body, this man walked on water. My mouth worshipped him. I let him do what I had never let another man do.

I let him hold my head and f**k my mouth.

When he was almost about to climax, he pulled out of me and asked me to open my mouth. He fisted his c**k and pumped it hard until he began to spurt. He growled with pleasure as he watched the hot spurts of cum fill my mouth. I didn’t swallow immediately. I swirled it around in my mouth and only when he told me to swallow did I obey.

I was hauled off the floor and dumped on the bed. He dived at me. My pa**ies were rendered into shreds and my legs were thrown wide open.

My back arched off the bed as he buried his face into my soaked cunt and took my c**t in his mouth.

“Unhh,” I cried out helplessly, fisting the sheets. I rocked my h*ps with abandon, as his t***ue l**ked me clean, until another bout of my thick arousal coated his mouth. It was a never-ending cycle of ravenous devouring. I could barely stand the intense pleasure, but I couldn’t dream of being deprived of it.

“Gabriel,” I called out his name, my head thrashing from side to side, as his t***ue plunged into me, s**king and nipping without ceremony.

“Gabriel!”

He dug his fi**gers into me, and I collapsed back unto the bed.

“Oh, Gabriel…”

His t***ue and fi**gers tortured me mercilessly until I grabbed at his hair in a plea for a moment’s break, but he didn’t stop. “Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel.”

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