The Mafia's Sweet Obsession

Adaira Lee}

It took a few shots of hard alcohol for my brain to mash together like a sack of cooked potatoes. But it'd take more than just a drink to get the image of the jackass Daniel fucking O'Brien tongue deep in that foxy little bitch Katherina Nightingale's mouth off my head.

Alcohol does not do that kind of job. And so help me, I'd not come to get drunk only. Perhaps, I could get lucky after a few shots and get laid.

I just want to be manhandled. No! Stop with the judgemental look.

After all, I'm not a casual hook-up kind of girl. But the perfect 22yr old little girl in me a few hours ago had reclined within after witnessing the most heartbroken scene ever and here on the surface, was just a bitch who did not care about losing her virginity to one lucky bastard!

Nothing...not even my best friend's warning could ever prepare me for it.

Daniel has always been that prince in my formulated fairy tale. A forever man who I'd been willing to start a family with after school.

But, apparently, Daniel had other plans than to make a family with me–a plan that included him shoving his tongue in no one else, but someone I'd like to murder.

And that made me think, maybe I'd done something wrong by trying to make a family with Daniel. Perhaps, I'm obsessed with having my own perfect little family because I'd been an orphan.

Shaking my head, I poured myself another shot, taking a large gulp. The bitter taste, now so familiar on my tongue I smacked my lips as the alcohol burnt slipped through my throat.

It's a familiar sensation...one that made all my body shudder with want.

"Hey, princess,"

I snorted at a man's attempt to flirt with me. I'm no princess. God! It's been awful to think I'd been a princess while Daniel is my prince. My own "knight in shining armor"

I rolled my eyes, turning to face the man who'd been blessed enough to invade my privacy. I squinted my eyes to decipher how the man looked, but thanks to the alcohol, all I could see was a bunch of blonde hair and some blurry white that could be considered his teeth.

I snorted, shaking my head. The action almost causes me to land my head on the counter. But a strong arm held me tightly on the waist, keeping my head safe from any causality.

Goddamnit! I know I am a wreck. But I'm a drunken wreck now. And my perfectly functioning brain who'd scolded me into behaving is now mashed up thanks to the alcohol it's been washed in.

I giggled. No need to regret my actions tonight. I had been cheated on and drunk.

I'm just here to let loose and get the damn scene outta my head...and that includes getting a nice fuck from a stranger!

"Do you wanna fuck!"

I almost wince at my stupid attempt to flirt with the man who only had a forest of blonde hair and presumably white teeth.

God! If I'm ever fucked by an old man, I'll kill Daniel myself.

"Oh. You're one straightforward fox, aren't you?"

It's not every day you're lucking to see the bitchy side of me, is it?

I leaned forward, my lips spreading in what seemed like a smile to me as my face nestled into what seemed like my one-day hook-up chest. And I inhaled sharply, inhaling his smell.

Goddamnit! He smells so good. Like lavender combined with whatever alcohol he's been having, and a faint smell of the junk he'd sniffed before coming here.

My head spun, but no, I didn't want to vomit.

There's something about this man here that got me drunk more than the alcohol in my system... something that makes me wanna lose myself more and toss myself down the feet of the man while begging him to take me there and now.

"I can show you how foxy and bitchy I can be if you're up for it!" I slurred.

A growl vibrated in my guest's chest and his hold around my waist tightened, earning a little moan to escape my lips.

No! I'm normally not bitchy! Goddamnit! I could not even stand a lady flirting with a guy, and here I am, sniffling the man like a dog who's on heat... Practically begging a stranger to shove his dick into my virgin ass!

Blame the alcohol in my system...my brain wasn't up to say how bad this idea could really be.

Instead, I looked up, my drunken hand trailing up to the man's face until it located where his lips were.

Without thinking, I threw myself towards him, smashing my lips on his.

"Woah there, foxy." The man pulled me back, causing a whine of protest to tumble out of my mouth.

I'm not naturally demanding. On a normal day, I would have winced and ducked my head in embarrassment. But alcohol was a godsend and I could act upon it without thinking of the consequences.

I felt a hold at the back of my head, and the hand around my waist pulled me down from my seat.

"Don't you think we're moving a little too fast?"

No! I'm not here to bag on the gentle shit! I want it hard and rough, painful that the pain will be enough to get the fucker Daniel outta my head.

I frowned, wriggling from the man's hold who'd down my spirit. The absence of his touch on my waist made me slip out a couple of courses.

Less talking more fucking! That's what I'd read in the my smut book's collection.

I'm not here to bag a nice-looking man who'd treat me like a fucking princess and end up being my forever man.

No! That shit does not exist. It's just a stupid telltale that normally finds its way into the stupid mind of the lovelorn.

And no, I'll not be going that way tonight. I'm only here to fuck and forget Daniel...and that I'll do!

Wiping my face with my hand, I looked up to find the blonde staring at me. And now that my eyes are cleared enough, I could make out deep blue eyes and a set of kissable lips, but that is what there is! I'm not here to admire the man I probably will not meet again.

I'm here to enjoy how those luscious full lips could explore my skin. The wonder those large hands could do.

I giggled, forcing down the sane part of me that screamed her warning of how bad this could go. And I stumbled forward, reaching for the man's hand to place it on my cheeks.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"If you're up for it, kitten!"

And that's the only answer I needed before I lurched forward and engaged in a headlock with my stranger.

***

*I had no idea how we got this far*. But there was a moment of stop to hear to clicking of a lock in its place before a large palm began to mark my body.

His lips found mine, tongue lunching forward to taste every inch and corner of my lips, and I moaned in appreciation.

I arched forward to the touch, wanting more of his large palm to grope more of me.

I want his large palm everywhere...my ass...my boobs. And suddenly, I was wearing too much clothes for the situation.

I groaned, disengaging from the kiss. I could not make out the face of my fuck buddy, but I could hear his growl as he yanked me back by my hair.

"Easy, wolf." I slurred, looking up at the blue eyes that shun distinctly in the dark. "I'm all yours for the night!"

I paused for the briefest moment to study my reaction to my word. Sure, the word had tasted bitter, but there was no dignity left in me to wince at my dirty outburst.

But it's not a lie. I'd want to become some bastard fuck toy for this night. And maybe tomorrow, when the alcohol cleared away, I'd soak myself in my regret...at least, the good thing is I'll only focus on the regret and nothing like jackass Daniel's tongue deep in Katherine's mouth.

Stepping back, my hand found the man's neck, trailing his collarbone with my finger as he sucked in a deep breath.

I let my finger trailed down to the soft fabric that was denying me access to his skin.

I suddenly want to rip it apart. To run my hand over his naked body. Perhaps, he's the gym type who doesn't play with his morning.

How many packs does he have there? Will he wrap his hand around my neck as he rams deep into me?

I suddenly feel my face heat up at the idea. The novelty of it made me bite back a moan with no success.

It's already clear as day how toned his muscles are judging by his stronghold earlier...and so help me, I regret asking for the room to be void of any light if he wants to fuck me.

But again, being fucked roughly without a stranger you couldn't make out his face but he smells great made me shiver with anticipation.

Never...not even Daniel had made me this horny.

Of course, Daniel and I had not gone beyond foreplay. I'd been deadpanned against having sex with him.

Since we're going to get married anyway, the sex between us can wait so as not to make one tired of the other.

Now thinking of it, maybe it'd been the sole reason Daniel had cheated on me. Since he couldn't have my body, he could not stay celibacy for that long.

But why did it have to be Katherina? The girl had been nothing but a bitch since I had known her.

But fuck Daniel! Fuck Katherina! They can go to hell for all I care.

I'll have no time to give them a second thought after my strange man is done with me anyway.

Does that make me pathetic? Hell yes! Seeking a one-night stand because Daniel O'Brien had shot me with an arrow in the same place a fucking Cupid has shot theirs!

"Ahh..." I moaned, throwing my head back, my chest pushed forward, enjoying the warm sensation on my nipples.

Oh...my hook has no patience, does he?

His hand roamed around my body, stopping to land a slap on my clothed butt. The slap was not hard enough to bruise, but enough to itch and left me panting for more.

"Please..." I pleaded, pushing into him. "Please..."

"Please what?" Blue eyes growled into my nipples, his hand fondling my cheek butt. "How do you want it?"

"Hard!" I panted, arching into the mouth that licked and sucked on my nipples. My lower region longed for some kind of friction against the hard bulge that rocked against my stomach.

I was suddenly visited with the longing to have my hook junior in my mouth. Will it fit?

I want to have it in my hands, worship it with my tongue before it slides into my lower region crying for it.

The thought of my hand around that thing. To have my tongue curl around it burn the remaining doubt I might be having into flames.

I opened my eyes, as I swiped my tongue over my lower lip.

"And rough!" I muttered. "Use me like you own me. Make me your bitch, ocean eyes. Make me...forget him."

And that's all it takes before I was yanked into a soft bed that happily bounced me around like a bitch I planned to be tonight.

After all, it's just a night. The first and the last time I'll be seeing ocean eyes. Or so I thought!