Bodyguard!Chris x Mafiadaughter!Mia
"Are you trying to kill me?"
Warnings: mafia, mentions of violence, cursing, smut! P in v, dirty talk, kissing, making out, let me know if I missed anything!
Mia had known about the dinner for three days, and somehow it still managed to make her nervous.
she had been around powerful, intimidating men her entire life. Mafia dinners, business meetings disguised as parties, quiet negotiations that carried the weight of entire empires. She had grown up sitting at the edges of rooms like that.
But tonight felt… different.
Her father had specifically asked her to attend.
“Everyone’s bringing their kids,” he had said earlier that afternoon, standing in the doorway of her room while adjusting his cufflinks. “It’s time people start seeing you as more than just my daughter.”
Mia had leaned against her vanity, arms crossed. “Meaning?”
He gave her that look. The one that said she already knew the answer.
“You’re the only heir I have your next in line to lead the family business Mia.”
So here she was, two hours later, staring at herself in the mirror.
The dress she’d picked out was dark red—deep enough to almost look black in dim lighting. The fabric hugged her waist and hips before flowing slightly down her legs. The neckline dipped into a sharp V-cut, showing just enough cleavage to feel a little dangerous without being inappropriate.
The back of the dress was completely open.
Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, glossy and loose, framing her face perfectly.
She turned slightly, studying the way the dress fit her.
A small, amused smile pulled at her lips as she reached for her perfume.
For a brief moment, Chris crossed her mind.
She hadn’t seen him all day. He’d been busy with security arrangements for the dinner.
The thought of his reaction seeing her made her stomach flutter slightly.
“Get it together,” she muttered to herself.
By the time Mia finally walked downstairs, the house was already buzzing with conversation.
Her father didn’t do small dinners.
The dining room had been expanded into the adjoining sitting area, long tables covered with elegant dark linens and candlelight. Crystal glasses reflected warm golden light across the room.
Several families were already there.
Men in expensive suits. Women in sleek dresses.
And their children most of them around Mia’s age, some younger, some older.
The moment Mia stepped into the room, a few heads turned.
She offered polite smiles, walking further into the room.
“Evening, Mia,” one of the older men greeted warmly.
“Mr. Moretti,” she said politely.
A woman pulled her into a brief hug. “You’ve grown up so beautifully.”
Mia laughed softly. “You say that every time you see me.”
“And every time it’s more true.”
She continued greeting people, making small talk the way she’d been taught since childhood.
Chris stood near the far wall with two other guards, dressed in a black suit that made him look even broader than usual.
He had been scanning the room, clearly doing his job.
Then his eyes landed on her.
The look on his face was priceless.
His gaze moved slowly down her figure before snapping back up to her face.
For a second he looked completely thrown off.
And Mia felt a tiny spark of victory in her chest.
She lifted one eyebrow slightly.
Chris cleared his throat and looked away, running a hand over the back of his neck.
She had definitely caught him off guard.
Dinner began about thirty minutes later.
Everyone took their seats around the long table, conversations overlapping with the clinking of glasses and plates.
Mia sat halfway down the table beside one of the other daughters, Alessia.
Across the room, Chris remained standing along the wall with the other security.
But Mia could feel his eyes on her sometimes.
The first half of dinner stayed light.
People talked about travel, businesses expanding, new investments.
Laughter filled the room.
But eventually, the conversation shifted.
One of the men leaned back slightly in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass.
“So,” he said casually, glancing toward Mia’s father. “Have you started preparing Mia to take over yet?”
The table quieted slightly.
Mia kept her expression neutral, but she felt the shift in attention immediately.
Her father dabbed his mouth with his napkin before answering.
Several people looked toward her.
Mia held their gazes calmly.
Another man chuckled. “She’ll have a lot on her shoulders. Shes almost at the age to take over.”
“She’s capable,” her father said simply.
“I’ve been sitting in on meetings,” she said.
“Really?” Alessia asked beside her.
Mia nodded. “Mostly observing. But I’ve been learning how things run.”
One of the older men studied her thoughtfully.
“You don’t seem nervous.”
“I’ve grown up around this my entire life.”
That earned a few approving nods.
Her father watched her quietly from the head of the table.
But there was pride there.
The conversation continued from there people discussing future partnerships, expansions, territory disputes disguised under polite language.
Every word mattered in rooms like this.
Occasionally someone would ask her opinion, testing her.
And every time, she answered calmly and correctly.
Across the room, Chris watched everything.
At one point, their eyes met again.
Chris didn’t look away as quickly.
His gaze lingered a second too long.
Mia felt warmth creep up her neck.
She looked back down at her plate.
By the time dinner finally ended, it was nearly midnight.
Guests began slowly filtering out, saying goodbyes and exchanging handshakes.
Mia helped her father walk a few people to the door before slipping away upstairs.
Her heels clicked softly against the marble floors.
The house felt quieter now.
She stepped into her bedroom and shut the door behind her, exhaling slowly.
They weren't wrong though. She was getting to the age to take over. Her father wasn't old but he wasn't young anymore he's in his late 50's now.
She kicked off her heels and walked toward her vanity
Her phone was sitting on the dresser.
She picked it up, staring at the screen for a moment.
Chris was halfway through checking the security cameras when his phone buzzed.
He pulled it out casually.
Then froze when he saw the message.
His jaw tightened slightly.
He glanced toward the staircase.
Then he sighed under his breath.
Five minutes later, he was knocking on her bedroom door.
Mia opened it almost immediately.
Chris had been prepared to say something.
But the words died in his throat.
Because she was still wearing the dress.
The neckline dipped low enough that it took serious effort not to stare. The open back exposed smooth skin all the way down her spine.
And her hair was still falling in those soft waves.
Chris dragged a hand down his face.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
Mia leaned casually against the doorframe.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“I just dressed for dinner.”
“Yeah,” Chris muttered. “Sure you did.”
She stepped back into the room.
He hesitated for half a second.
The door shut behind him with a quiet click.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
Chris crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.
Mia walked toward him slowly.
He watched her carefully.
“You were staring at me all night.”
She stopped a step away from him.
Close enough that he could smell her perfume.
“You know what you’re doing.”
She tilted her head slightly.
“You can’t walk around in a dress like that and then look at me like that.”
“Like you want me to lose my damn mind.”
The room felt suddenly smaller.
Mia reached out and lightly grabbed the front of his suit jacket.
Chris went completely still.
Her voice dropped slightly.
Chris stared at her for a long moment.
Then muttered under his breath.
Mia gasped softly as his hand slid to her waist.
And then his mouth was on hers.
Like he had been holding back all night.
Mia melted into him almost instantly, her hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders.
Chris kissed her deeper, his hand tightening slightly at her waist as he pulled her closer.
Her back pressed lightly against the wall.
Mia’s fingers moved into his hair, tugging slightly.
Chris groaned softly against her mouth.
The sound made heat rush through her chest.
They broke apart for half a second, both breathing harder.
Chris rested his forehead against hers.
“This is a bad idea,” he muttered.
Mia’s voice came out soft.
Instead, he kissed her again.
Chris’s hand tightened slightly at her waist as he pulled her closer, like he needed her there. Mia could feel the heat of him through the fabric of his suit, solid and steady, and it made her head spin.
Her back pressed fully against the wall now.
Mia’s fingers slid into his hair again, tugging just enough to make him groan quietly into the kiss.
The sound sent a shiver down her spine.
Chris pulled back suddenly, breathing harder, his forehead dropping against hers again.
Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
Chris looked down at her, eyes dark, jaw tight like he was fighting something inside his head.
“This is…” he exhaled sharply, shaking his head once. “This is a really bad idea.”
For a long second he didn’t move.
Like he was waiting for her to laugh. Or change her mind. Or push him away.
Instead, Mia stepped forward again and grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him back down toward her.
Chris kissed her again, harder this time.
His hands moved from her waist, sliding slowly along her sides before settling firmly at her hips. The contact sent warmth flooding through her chest.
Mia leaned fully into him, pressing closer without thinking.
The kiss grew deeper, slower, heavier.
Chris moved them away from the wall, guiding her backward a few steps until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed.
Or maybe neither of them cared.
Mia’s hands moved down from his shoulders, fingers working at the buttons of his suit jacket.
Chris broke the kiss just enough to look down.
“You’re really doing this right now?” he asked, breathless.
She glanced up at him, cheeks slightly flushed.
“You’re wearing too many layers.”
Chris let out a quiet laugh under his breath.
He shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall somewhere on the floor.
Her hands slid up his chest again, feeling the warmth of him through his dress shirt.
Chris watched her carefully.
Like he was trying to read her mind.
Like he was still waiting for the moment she’d stop.
“Mia,” he said again, softer this time.
His expression had shifted slightly.
The teasing edge was gone.
He reached up and gently brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.
The question hung between them.
Mia could feel her pulse racing.
She had never done this before.
Never gotten this close to someone.
But the way Chris was looking at her… the way he always looked at her… like she was something fragile and powerful at the same time.
“If we do this I want you to be sure...” he said quietly.
She reached up and cupped his face, pulling him down just slightly so their foreheads touched again.
For a second he closed his eyes.
Like that answer broke the last bit of restraint he had left.
When he opened them again, the tension was back.
“Jesus…” he muttered under his breath.
His hands slid back to her waist, pulling her closer again.
Like he finally stopped holding back.
One of his hands moved carefully along her back, fingers brushing the open skin of her dress.
Mia’s fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt now, slowly undoing the first one.
Chris watched her the whole time, his breathing heavier now.
“You’re really trying to ruin me tonight,” he said quietly.
Chris let out a soft laugh and kissed her again, one hand sliding to the back of her neck to hold her there.
The kiss lingered longer this time.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes scanning my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d been told I was pretty before, but the way he said it, low and rough, like it was a physical fact he was just now discovering, made my stomach clench. My hands trembled a little as I reached behind my back, fumbling for the string on my dress. I pulled on the string and shrugged the straps from my shoulders, and the dress pooled around my feet, leaving me in just my plain red bra and matching panties.
For a second, I felt a flash of self-consciousness, standing there. But then I saw his face. His mouth was slightly open, his gaze heavy as it dragged over my body, from the curve of my hips to the swell of my breasts pushed up by the simple bra.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. He took a step closer, his hands coming to rest on my waist, his thumbs stroking the skin just above the waistband of my panties.
He leaned in and kissed me again, softer this time, but with an undercurrent of hunger that made my knees feel weak. His hands slid up my ribs, his fingers tracing the underwire of my bra before moving to my back to unhook it. It fell away he made a low sound in his throat, a growl of pure appreciation.
I sat down on the bed and he knelt in front of me, his hands on my knees. He looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense. “Lie back for me, baby.”
I did, shuffling backward until I was fully on the bed, my head on his pillows. He followed, hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties and slowly, so slowly, pulling them down my legs and tossing them onto the floor. I was completely naked now, exposed in a way I never had been before. A part of me wanted to cover myself, but the look on his face stopped me. He looked like a man who’d just been presented with a feast.
He spread my legs gently, settling his shoulders between my thighs. The first touch of his tongue against my clit was a shock, a jolt of pure electricity that shot through my entire body. I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands. He didn’t hesitate. He licked me with a slow, deliberate pressure, exploring every fold and crevice, his tongue flat and wide one moment, pointed and precise the next.
I’d never felt anything like it. My hips started to move of their own accord, grinding against his face, seeking more of that incredible friction. He groaned against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. He focused on my clit then, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. The pressure started to build deep inside me, a tight, coiling heat that grew hotter and tighter with every pass of his tongue.
“Chris,” I gasped, my voice high and thin. “Oh, god, Chris… don’t stop.”
I was right there, teetering on the edge, my whole body tensing for the release I knew was coming. And then… he stopped. He lifted his head, his chin slick with my wetness, and just looked at me. A whine of pure frustration escaped my lips. My body was thrumming, right on the precipice, and he’d just… stopped.
He just smirked, a slow, confident curve of his lips. “Not yet,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I want you to come on my cock.”
He moved up my body, kissing a trail up my stomach, between my breasts, along my collarbone. He settled his hips between my thighs, and I could feel him, hard and thick, pressing against me through the fabric of his pants.. He reached down, fumbling with the button and zipper, and then he was kicking his pants and boxers off.
I looked down. His dick was… a lot. Long and thick, the head flushed a dark, angry red and already leaking pre-cum. A jolt of pure fear, sharp and cold, cut through the haze of my arousal. There was no way. Absolutely no way that was going to fit inside me.
He must have seen the panic on my face because he leaned down, kissing me gently. “Hey,” he murmured against my lips. “Relax. We’ll go slow. I promise.”
He positioned himself at my entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock through my wetness, coating himself in my slickness. “Just breathe, baby. Tell me if you need me to stop.”
He started to push in. The stretch was immediate, a sharp, burning sting that made me wince. My hands flew to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He stopped, letting me adjust. “Okay?” he asked, his voice strained.
I took a shaky breath and nodded. “Yeah. Keep going.”
He pushed in a little further, and the burning intensified. It was a strange mix of pain and pressure, a feeling of being completely, utterly filled. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on my breathing. He kept pushing, a slow, relentless slide.
He kissed me again, a deep, distracting kiss, as he finally, finally pushed all the way in. I felt his hips press against mine, and I realized, with a dazed sense of shock, that he was fully inside me. He was all the way in. The pain was already starting to fade, replaced by a dull, heavy ache and a strange, full feeling.
He stayed still for a long moment, letting my body adjust to his size. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my neck. “So fucking tight.”
Then he started to move. He pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in, a slow, deep stroke that made me gasp. The pain was gone now, replaced by a deep, pleasure that built with every thrust. My body, which had been tense with apprehension, began to relax, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“Chris,” I moaned, my head thrown back against the pillows. “Oh, god, that feels… that feels so good.”
He picked up the pace, his movements becoming harder, faster. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, mixed with my moans and his harsh grunts.
It was a good thing no one was really around or else they would have heard us.
He shifted his angle slightly, and his cock hit a spot inside me that made me see stars. A bolt of pure, white-hot pleasure shot through me, and I cried out his name.
“Right there?” he panted, his thrusts aimed at that same spot over and over again.
“Yes! Right there, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
The pressure that had been building earlier came roaring back, stronger this time, more intense. It was a tidal wave, and I was completely at its mercy. It crashed over me, and I screamed, my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on his cock as a powerful, shattering orgasm ripped through me.
He thrust into me a few more times, his movements becoming erratic, before he buried himself deep inside me with a guttural groan, his body shuddering as he came.
For a long time, we just lay there, our bodies tangled together, our breathing ragged in the quiet room. Then he slowly, carefully, pulled out of me and laying next to me.
He kissed the top of my head, his lips soft against my hair. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle. “Was that… was that okay for you?”
snuggled closer, my body feeling loose and boneless and utterly sated. “It was more than okay,” I mumbled into his chest. “It was perfect.”
He tightened his arms around me, holding me close. “Good,” he said, his voice full of relief. “You were perfect.”
After a moment of silence passed i spoke.
He kissed me and we slowly drifted to sleep in eachothers arms.
☆: there's only like 6 parts left to this series ☹️
Dividers by: @cursed-carmine
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