Summary: Chris is the top dog in Boston, but a fateful night brings him to his most prized find yet. Though she might lose herself along the ride he's taking her for.
Word count: 1.1k
Story Warnings: Violence, death, angst, sexual themes, sexual content, mafia
Chapter Warnings: Language
Ch. III
Minors DNI
Y/n had fallen asleep after sending the last text. She was so tired from the previous night and the exciting day she had there was no problem getting her to sleep. Though her dreams ran even wilder. Dreams of the bulky tall man and living in a life of richness, something she could only dream about.
It was when she woke up and only then that she realized the weight of the text she had sent. She reached over to her charging phone and unplugged it. Her half-awake mind scrambled to recall the message she had sent. When she looked at it she knew she fucked up.
"A fucking smiley face Y/n? Are you serious?" She cringed as she reread the text. "Who the fuck sends smiley faces to a mobster?" She mumbled as she got out of bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The weird crust had built up by her eyelids. Not to mention the drool on her face.
She made her way to the shared bathroom between her and Melanie. Mel usually was gone by the time Y/n woke up since she had early morning classes. It didn't stop them from bumping heads when the weekend came up.
Y/n started up the shower to get ready for her day. She cleaned herself up, making sure to wash her face of the sleep surrounding it. She had almost forgotten to put her shower cap on. It wasn't wash week and she sure as hell didn't want to have to tame the monster that is her hair.
She washed up with her favorite body wash and body scrub. She wanted to be smooth for this meeting. As soon as she got done she dried off with the one fluffy towel she had. Then she brushed her teeth. Washing any leftover plaque away with some good mouthwash. The kind that burns the mouth for a moment, but leaves you thinking that it's working.
Lotion and deodorant were next. Y/n couldn't stand the idea of not smelling good. She'd be damned if someone said she stunk. Then again, everyone’s noses are different.
Then finally after everything was done she'd spritz herself with one of the flowery perfumes she'd gotten from her favorite perfume shop. Taking a look at herself in the mirror she analyzed her choice of style. One of her favorite outfits to wear to formal events such as interviews or dinner parties. A simple but cute fit would do the job for today, whatever the job is today.
Y/n decided to get some food while she waited; however, she would have to wait since there was a curt knock at the door. Cautiously, she peeped through the peephole to see a man on the other side of the door. He was slim, slightly tan, with a bald head.
She cracked the door open slightly so only an eye can see through the crack. "Yes?" She questioned.
"Miss Y/l/n, I'm here on behalf of Mr. Evans." The man answered quickly. He looked down at his watch. "If you want us to make it to him before his meeting, then I suggest you stop hiding away and come out."
Y/n scoffed, "I'm not hiding, I just don't open doors up for strange men. Especially mobsters."
The man simply chuckled. "Now I know why." He mumbled to himself. "The boss is waiting, and if you don't want to get an ear full I suggest you hurry up." His arms crossed behind his back in a relaxed stance while he waited for Y/n to meet him.
"Well just give me a second, damn," She grabbed her purse and put up the eggs she had gotten out. Then she locked the door and started to follow the man.
The driver was a fast walker, by the time Y/n was to the top of the first flight, he was at the bottom and almost to the black SUV. An Escalade. Something she had never even thought about riding in. It was way out of her and her parent's price range.
The driver opened the door for her. The interior was black leather. The windows were all tinted and the back had a built-in mini-fridge. It had some drinks, mostly tiny bottles of alcohol. She didn't realize there was water until they were on the road. The driver drove at the speed limit, no more no less.
Y/n couldn't help but study the route they were going. She wasn't the best at directions, but she could remember landmarks and sometimes the street signs.
Every so often on the short twenty-minute drive, she would make eye contact with the diver which lead her to inquire about his name. "The names Issac. Been workin' for the boss for about- eh maybe ten years now."
She greeted him properly and moved on to her next burning question. "At the apartment, you said 'now I know why’ what did you mean by that?"
In the rearview mirror, Y/n could see the small smirk that had formed on Issac's face. He pulled into a lot of a large building. It had no distinctive markings except the limited windows and the obviously fake name plastered on the front of it. Scott's Law Firm. They're hiding in plain sight. Y/n can't recall how many times she's driven past this building. It's something you have to pass on the way to the mall. She didn't see it the last time she was here. It was way too dark.
"We're here." He pulled up to the parking garage where a guard was posted in the booth. "Marcus." Issac greeted the taller man.
"Issac." The gates opened and Issac drove in and parked in the spot closest to the elevators. It was reserved.
Once he parked he opened the door for Y/n, who was wondering if this was the same place she had been before. "I'll take you up to his office, he'll take you from there."
"Oh okay." Y/n struggled to keep up with him once again. They rode in the golden and white elevators up to the highest floor. There, on the highest floor, there was a long open hallway. Multiple doors were on both sides, but there was just one on the end.
Y/n's anxiety started to rise again as they walked closer and closer to the door. Issac stepped up first to knock. "Come in." The voice on the other end was deep and sorta raspy.
Issac opened the door and revealed the pretty brown hair mobster. "Ah, the little dove I recruited." Y/n stood in the middle of the room slightly behind Issac. "No need to hide precious, If I was going to do something I would've done it by now." He smirked.
Chris sat his papers down and turned his attention to the slimmer man. "Thank you, Issac, you can take the rest of the day off." He waved him off with a curt nod.
"Thank you, sir," Issac turned to walk out of the room. That left just Y/n and Chris alone.
Summary: Chris is the top dog in Boston, but a fateful night brings him to his most prized find yet. Though she might lose herself along the ride he's taking her for.
Word count: 1.5k
Story Warnings: Violence, death, angst, sexual themes, sexual content, mafia
Chapter Warnings: Intimidation, stalking (to be safe), talks death
Ch. I
Minors DNI
"Ms. Y/l/n?" The groggy sound of a voice filled Y/n's ears. Her head was rested against her folded arms. Slight drool fell from her lips. "Ms. Y/l/n!" Her head shot up to see her professor with a soft smile on her lips.
"Class is over hun, maybe you should check in with your other professors to let them know if you aren't feeling well." Professor West patted her back. Professor West has dark brown hair that was pulled up in a tight ponytail. Her pale skin was flushed with natural pinks.
Y/n yawned, quickly picking up the scattered items she was going to use to take notes. She would have to ask a friend for the notes for this lecture. "Thank you, professor, I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
After the mob encounter, she couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning at the thought that if it had been anyone else she would've been dead, but it was him. For the life of her, she could not understand why someone like him would go through the lengths that he did to keep her safe. Then again, her thoughts were more than about death. Her mind couldn't shake him. The way he was so gentle for someone with such a rough livelihood. Though he kept her guessing on the ride back to her dorm. He didn't tell her much, only that he wasn't gonna hurt her. She would be safe as long as he had a say. Y/n chose to forget his ominous words and focused on forgetting the night as a whole.
"That's not good, try drinking some tea before bed at night and don't stay up too late to study, you're too intelligent to let sleep mess up your grades." West rubbed Y/n's back in a reassuring gesture.
Y/n gave her a soft smile. "Thank you, professor, It won't happen again."
The professor returned the smile. "Of course, now don't be late for your next class."
Y/n rushed off to her next class, which was just a study hall class, so she could go back to her dorm as long as she logged onto the class to mark her attendance. She opted to take that route since she was already so tired. She wouldn't possibly be able to make it to the lecture room. It wasn't like she needed help or anything.
On her way back to her dorm she encountered her roommate. "Hey, Melanie!" She waved her down. Melanie stopped walking and turned towards the sound of her name.
"Hey, Y/n!" She greeted her back. "I didn't see you last night, did you come in late?" Melanie was light-skinned and adorned baby pink dyed hair in its natural curled form. She wore mostly alternative styled clothing; fishnets and her signature septum piercing were daily.
The way the girls' dorm was set up was like an apartment with two small rooms and a bathroom and a small kitchen combined with a living area. It was much better than the shared room with no privacy, however, it was more expensive as well.
Y/n nodded tiredly. "Yeah I just got home late, that's all."
Melanie frowned. "Did Leo take your keys again? I didn't see your car next to mine."
"I uh let him borrow the car for the night." She lied. She didn't feel like being lectured about her letting her ex get away with doing that to her. It was a reoccurring thing and yet she still managed to let it keep happening. Not that she hadn't stood her ground. She had hidden them, filed it as stolen when he had taken them, and even threatened to sell the car as a whole.
Melanie gave her a look which Y/n responded with a defending "what?" She brushed it off and kept walking. "You gotta be careful Y/n! Campus police just posted that they found a half-beaten frat guy along the route you go."
Y/n's breath hitched. "Really?" Her mind flashed back to the night.
She nodded. "Yes really. You could've been killed."
"Now that's just wishful thinking."
Melanie rolled her eyes. "I can't with you right now. Promise me you'll get your keys back."
The other woman groaned. It was going to be a hassle. One she'd deal with later after she took a nap. "Fine, I'll get them as soon as I can."
"Okay well, I have to head to class, I'll catch up with you later if you're in the room." Melanie broke off as soon as Y/n said bye.
Y/n huffed the rest of the way back to her dorm. It was way too cold outside and it almost made her wanna drop the heavy books in her hand to run for warmth. Instead, she ascended the flight of stairs leading to the room. Y/n never walked anywhere without having her self-defense keychain with her. It was always armed and ready to use every time she was getting ready to open the door to the small apartment-like complex.
Usually, she was prepared to be met with the smell of incense trying to cover up her roommate and occasionally her smoking habits. Much to her dismay, she didn't smell any incense. She didn't smell any weed either. Y/n chalked it up to Melanie forgetting to light one. She crossed the small area of the living room and kitchen to get to her room.
A loud shriek echoed off the walls. Her books and phone dropped from her hands. The notorious mobster stood in her small room. His eyes lingered on the nature of the room. All things she liked and the family and friend photos that were framed. "Shh, you wanna disturb your downstairs neighbors?"
"What the fuck are you doing in my room!?" She seethed. Her hands that were previously holding the books were now shaking so bad it was hard for her to even concentrate on the question at hand.
Chris sat the picture frame down on the nightstand. "I wanted to check on you, bunny." His lips quirked into a small smile.
Y/n blinked a few times. Even then she couldn't process it. "Well, you've checked now get the fuck out." Her voice threatened to falter, but it held strong. However, her shaking stopped and the once racing heartbeat had slowed.
Fierce blue eyes pierced through her soul. They gazed deep within her and drew out the submissiveness in her. "I'll leave when I'm ready to leave." There it was, the demanding tone with a hint of condescending. "For now, I want you to entertain me."
Y/n's brow went up. "In what way?" One foot had already started to shift. The other was planted wanting her to stay.
Chris took a breath. Inhaling the scent of the room. It was filled with Y/n's favorite smell. The very smell she got every time she went to the fragrance store or any candle store. Now it filled the nostrils of Chris. The good whiff he'd gotten made him internally groan. She smelled amazing. He found himself thinking about smelling her scent all the time. That is if he could finish out this deal.
"I want you to come work for me." The proposition was clear, no hindrance at all. Yet Y/n stared at him blankly.
She audibly scoffed. "Are you serious?" Her arms crossed over her chest. "What makes you think I want anything to do with you or your business?" Her eyes squinted. Tongue clicking.
"How are your parents?" Chris picked up the family picture. "Do they still like that measly house they're living in?"
Her eyes widened. "How-" Her arms unraveling from each other. She stepped back.
"Honey, I know everything I need to know about you. Your birthday, social security, I even know the name of your second-grade teacher." He rambled. Waving his ring-clad hand around.
It should've scared her. She should've run out of the apartment as soon as she found him there. Yet, she couldn't will herself to move. "That's creepy."
Chris chuckled and sat the family photo down again. "Perhaps. Doesn't change my offer."
"Why me?" Her head tilted to the side.
Deep down inside he knew there was something about her that drew him to her. Usually, in situations like the previous night, Chris wouldn't have been so kind as to let her go; however, the moment he laid eyes on her he knew she was special. He felt an instant connection with Y/n. The connection he'd been longing to make.
He shrugged. He wouldn't tell her. Not yet at least. So he put on his dashing smirk with a trace of cocky. "You won't wanna turn down my proposition." He walked closer to the still girl in the center of the room. Y/n's shoulders tensed as she felt his warm breath on her neck. Her body tingled as he whispered in her ear his proposition. Her eyes were wide open by the time he was done. A black card was slipped in her palm. "I'll be waiting for you love." He slid past her. "Don't be too long." The words were low and felt like a warning. Like a ghost, he was gone.
Summary: Chris is the top dog in Boston, but a fateful night brings him to his most prized find yet. Though she might lose herself along the ride he's taking her for.
Word count: 1.2k
Story Warnings: Violence, death, angst, sexual themes, sexual content, mafia
Chapter warning: Mentions of drug use, corruption( just to be safe), anxiety
Ch. II
Minors DNI
Melanie hummed along to a song as she opened the door to the apartment. Her AirPods were on full blast. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Y/n on the small couch. She was curled up with a blanket. No t.v. on, no book in hand, no music playing, just staring at the wall. The music in Melanie's ears stopped once she took one of her pods out. "Hey, are you okay?"
Y/n stared at the changing show recommendations of Netflix. She didn't even answer Melanie's question. Which led Melanie to walk in front of her. "Y/n what happened?"
"Hmm?" Y/n snapped back into reality. Her thoughts were so wild at the moment she didn't even hear the door open. She just kept thinking about the proposition. The money he said he'd give. The way he knew every detail of her financial status to hold against her. The black card sat untouched in her pocket.
She sat in her comfy pajamas, fingers twiddling with the loose string.
"You good, girl?" Melanie's face was stretched with worry.
Y/n faked a small smile. "Oh yeah, I'm fine, I just had a tiring day. That's all." She yawned to sell it.
It sold because Melanie shrugged her shoulders and made her way towards her room. She was sure to be tired from going straight to work after her last class. She'd been there all day while Y/n was left alone to contemplate her life. "Well do you wanna smoke a little to help you sleep better?"
Y/n shook her head. "Nah it's just gonna make me anxious right now."
"Well do you wanna take a hit?" She offered. "I got a new flavor to try."
Y/n shook her head once again. "I'm fine really, Mel." She got off the couch with her blanket thrown over her like a cape. "I think I'm just gonna call it a night. Talk to you in the morning."
Melanie sighed and finished taking her books out to study. "Well did you at least eat something?" She called out from her room. There was a beat of silence and still, nothing came afterward. Rolling her eyes she focused on studying the next chapter in her textbook.
Y/n had heard Mel's voice and let out her own sigh. She wanted to tell her, but how would she explain a mobster trying to recruit her for work. As of now, she would have to wait until she came up with a decision on the job. She didn't even know what she would be doing for him, but the payment he promised was enough to pay her entire tuition and some. She wouldn't have to be worried about being a burden on her working parents. She could pay off some bills so they could finally retire and rest. It's wishful thinking. The kind that you get when you start overthinking things and then those wishes don't come true.
Y/n slipped her hand in her pocket to grab the card he'd given her. It was way too late to call, but perhaps he'd answer a text message. She tapped the number into her phone and then typed out her message. She quickly hit send before her sanity caught up to her.
Her heart beat wildly against her chest. She couldn't believe she had done it. Now she waits.
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Chris was finishing up some deals he had come across on paper when his work phone chimed beside him. He almost ignored it, thinking it was a shipment confirmation, but a glance changed his mind. Out of his peripheral view, he could see an unknown number pop up with the message preview showing. A couple of words making a big choice.
Unknown Number: I'm in :)
Chris chuckled to himself. How cute. She put a little smiley face. He almost felt bad for corrupting her innocence, but how could he when he knew deep down there was nothing innocent about her.
Chris: I'm glad love, I'll have my driver pick you up tomorrow so we can discuss some things.
He hit send and started gathering his things up for the night. He stashed the previously counted money in the safe in his wall. Then neatly put all the papers in one stack waiting to be looked over once again. After giving his desk the once over, he stretched his back out and rolled his neck to work some of the kinks out. His body had been sore the last few days from intense training. He wanted to make sure he was fit for any situations that might arise in the future.
Chris grabbed his work phone and stuffed it in his pajama pocket. He walked down the long hallway to the open area of living room space and to the right was the large kitchen. He grabbed himself a glass of water. It was awfully quiet around the house. He knew it was a large house. but he usually was always able to hear the soft paws of his dog playing with his toys.
He paused getting the water for a second. "Dodge!" He called out. Within seconds the pupper was tramping his way into the kitchen area to greet his dad's command. "Whatcha doin' bub?" Chris reached down to rub the dog's light brown almost orange fur. He had white in certain areas like the chest and the end of his tail and at his feet. The mixed-breed boxer was Chris's best friend. One of the only companions he could trust to give him loyalty.
"Bedtime bubba." He commanded. Dodger bolted down the hall to the bedroom. Chris let out a small laugh and finished getting his water. He turned off all the lights and followed the pup into the largest bedroom in the house.
Dodger had his corner of the room where if he wanted he could sleep in his dog bed, but most time Chris allowed him to sleep in the bed. The only time he wasn't sharing the bed with him was when Chris was entertaining guests for the night. Then when he kicked them out Dodger had his normal place in bed back.
After brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed, Chris finally slipped under the soft luxurious covers. Dodger settling on top right next to him. He thought to check the phone since it had dinged while he was getting ready for bed. Sure enough, there was another text. This one was even shorter than the last she had sent.
Y/n: :0 okay
Chris could tell she was feeling nervous just by her text. He'd have to reassure her that he truly wants her to succeed; although, she doesn't need to know that he just wants her.
"Oh bubba, she has no idea what she's getting into."
The pup tilted his head to the side. Wagging his tail and sticking his pink tongue out. He rolled over to allow a belly rub. Chris happily obliged.
"It would be nice to have someone else around wouldn't it Dodge?" Dodger whined and nuzzled his face into Chris's thigh. "I know buddy, all this fortune and I only share it with you, but I doubt you'd mind." He slid farther down to fully encase himself in the warmth. Dodger went back to being curled up.
He knew he must've looked insane. Talking to his dog like he was talking back. If anyone ever said anything to him about it he'd just kill them.
Summary: Chris is the top dog in Boston, but a fateful night brings him to his most prized find yet. Though she might lose herself along the ride he's taking her for.
Word count: 1.4k
Story Warnings: Violence, death, angst, sexual themes, sexual content, mafia
Chapter Warnings: Talks of relationships, talks about mob-related stuff ig (lol idk).
Minors DNI
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"You may sit." He gestured to the chair facing his desk. He propped himself up with one leg on the desk and the other balancing him. "How are you this afternoon?"
Y/n shrugged. "Hungry, but okay." She couldn't meet his eyes. They were so cold, but at the same time if she meet them she could feel the warmth from them. "How are you?"
"I'm great- did you say you were hungry?" He questioned, making Y/n refocus.
Slowly but surely she nodded. "Uh yeah I am actually, I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon."
Chris stood up and grabbed his coat from the rack and extended his hand. Y/n placed her smaller hand into his. His hands were soft to the touch, which she thought was the opposite. "C'mon let's get you some food." He pulled her up and let her hand go, much to her dismay.
Y/n followed him out. "It's quite alright sir, I did hear that you have a meeting soon." She didn't want to see the outcome of some angry mobsters. She could walk to the nearest fast-food restaurant if she had to.
"Attentive girl." He mused with a slight chuckle. "You're correct I do have a meeting and lucky for them I'm going to move it to tomorrow."
They reached the elevator as like a gentleman he let her step on first. "What do you like to eat angel? Calamari? Steak and Lobster? Caviar?"
"Pizza and French fries." She grinned up at him.
A soft chuckle fell from his lips as he pressed the main floor button. "Well, you can't go wrong there."
Once they were down at the main level he pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door to his blue 718 Porsche. Another expensive car for Y/n to gawk at. She followed him to the car and he opened the door for her to get in. The Porsche smelled like him. Like his expensive cologne.
"Have you ever eaten at Starks?" Chris started the car.
Y/n thought for a moment. That place was more expensive than her and Melanie's grocery list combined, she would know. "Once when my ex took me there for a dinner. I'm way underdressed for that place and I can just eat some fast food or something."
"Oh little dove, you'll never feel out of place as long as I have a say." He peered over to look at the outfit she was wearing. It was so innocent and showed all the right places. If he didn't control himself he would've growled and called her a tease, maybe even pulled her over his lap to punish her for it. "Besides what you're wearing is really nice."
Y/n internally squealed. "Thank you." She squeaked out.
"You're welcome," he hopped on the highway and started speeding to their destination. A surprised gasp left Y/n's lips from not being used to the sudden speed increase. Of course, she had sped before, but nothing felt like the speed of this Porsche. Chris chuckled at her response and slowed down just a bit. "I'll have to take you driving in one of my other sports cars, don't worry I'll take you on an empty street, might even let you drive it."
"That sounds fun, sir." She fumbled with her fingers. Every moment she was experiencing now made her not even think about regretting her decision. This hot man was driving her around in an expensive car to an expensive restaurant. She and her friends had joked about wanting sugar daddies, but she wasn't sure if she was joking anymore.
Soon they had gotten off at an exit and turned into the parking lot of Starks. It was packed since it was lunchtime. Starks was known for its high-end, but delicious lunch and dinner food. They had breakfast, but apparently, it wasn't nearly as good as their dinners.
Chris parked the car and they both got out. Y/n was grateful for the lack of snow so she wouldn't have to worry about slipping and falling. It was still cold, but she didn't worry any since she had her puffy coat with her.
She followed closely behind him, shielding herself from any scrutiny that might've been thrown her way. Chris grasped the handle of one of the long double doors. The inside was a palace. Golden accents along with pure black marble. Hints of emerald green danced across the lights. It had this warm radiance to it. It was missing the warmth the last time she'd stepped foot in the restaurant.
"Ah, Mr. Evans so nice to see you again." The host greeted him.
"Alberto, nice to see you as well. Is my normal open?"
Alberto just smiled and got two menus from the stack. "Always for you sir."
Y/n's mouth dropped slightly. She thought about what money could do for you. There was a wait of over an hour yet it took him less than five minutes to get them a seat. This power, is this the small piece of the power of the mob?
"If you haven't picked up on it yet, this is one of my favorite restaurants. So get used to it because I will be sending you to get me this, a lot." Chris took her coat off for her and put it on the complementary hooks on the booths. "This is actually the perfect place to talk about your duties working for me."
The waiter was quick to greet them. Y/n had barely sat down before the waiter was telling them his name and putting down the nice paper coasters and asking what they wanted to drink. Chris asked for a beer while Y/n asked for some lemonade.
"I never even asked what I'd be doing," Y/n mentally slapped herself. She just took a job offer with the mob with no questions asked. "I must seem really impulsive."
"Nah I've actually had people join with less money than I offered you and they didn't even take a day, however, I'm sure they knew that this is a forever job. To get out will be hard, not impossible with me, but hard. Are you sure you're up to that?"
A job for life. That's basically selling her soul. Her heart pounded as the anxiety started creeping up faster. She'd already dug herself a grave, might as well sleep in it. She could use the money to buy her parents that ranch they always wanted or get that house with a small pond with a dog. "I'm up for it." She spoke. With that, the verbal deal was set.
"Awesome, we'll work the details out on paper tomorrow. From now on, you're my personal assistant." The waiter came back with the drinks for the two.
They continued to talk about the job and what would have to come of her from it. "But basic job duties include just doing anything that I ask of you. My right-hand men can't always stop and sort my papers out for me."
Y/n nodded. "Sounds easy."
"Oh, honey you have no idea." Chris chuckled to himself.
"Why do you do that?" Y/n tilted her head slightly.
He took a bite of a fry. "Do what?"
"You don't call me by my name." She pointed out. "It's always nicknames."
Chris had that mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at her from across the table. "You don't like it?"
Her eyes scrunched up a small smile gracing her lips. She had heated up so quickly. "No that's not it, it's just- they're so relationshipy." She tongued at the black straw. Eyes glancing up at him over the icy rim of the glass.
A deep laugh erupted from him. "oh I see, you only get called those in a relationship."
"No, I'm saying it's kind of unprofessional for your boss to call you honey and little dove." She retorted.
"Fair enough, but as much as I like your name now, I'm gonna call you my little honeybee."
Her face scrunched up as she cringed. "Honey will suffice."
"Oh so now the princess wants a nickname?" His brows raised.
Y/n shook her head and tried to hide the smile that was creeping up. She focused all her attention on the cool drink. The way the condensation trickled on the side of her pinky finger. Over her eyelashes, she could see him flexing his arms slightly as he raised his hand up for the waiter. His dark hair was cut in such a neat style plus the sweater he was wearing. Her lips that she tried so hard to keep neutral went up. She didn't mind being his honey.
Story Summary: Chris is the top dog in Boston, but a fateful night brings him to his most prized find yet. Though she might lose herself along the ride he's taking her for.
Word count: 1.0k
Story Warnings: Violence, death, angst, sexual themes, sexual content, mafia
Chapter Warnings: Violence, talks about religious themes Ig (selling souls)
Minors DNI
Y/N walked into the gym to see Ariel wrapping tape around her fist. "Hey I'm ready for my lesson, I know I only have a few more days left so I was hoping I could learn some more blocking techniques." She started. Her voice died down to a whisper when she saw how Ariel was acting. It had been a week or so since Y/n left with bruises. "Are you okay?"
Ariel snapped out of her trance and finally acknowledged that Y/n was even in the room. "Oh sorry, I didn't see you there." Ariel apologized. She walked past her to grab a couple of things out of her training bag.
Y/n frowned, "Right..." She followed her to the bag. "So about the rest of my training-"
"Chris will oversee your weapons training." The words were hissed out quickly. Almost as if she didn't want to say them. "I will go over what I feel you need to know defense and attack wise."
The other woman nodded. "Oh okay." Her mind was unsure of the feeling she was getting from Ariel. It was a cold feeling. She felt like it had something to do with Chris.
"What's Chris like as a boss?" She asked the red-haired woman.
Ariel shook her head with a harsh breath huffing from her. "He's an asshole, lucky for you he doesn't show that side to you." She said. "Yet, at least."
Y/n internally sighed. Could it be that he was another pretty man with an asshole inhabiting his body? She didn't need to deal with that anymore, especially after her last boyfriend. The one still moseying his way into her life when it's convenient for him, but what can she say, he was her first.
"But I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about anything. Chris is a hard-ass, but he won't let you get hurt. He cares at least that much."
She nodded. "How did you meet him?"
"Chris? Oh well, our parents were acquaintances with each other and by the time my parents had me Chris was almost a teenager, hence the age difference between us two, but I was kind of thrown into the business. My parents made a weapon out of me and Chris utilized that weapon once the business was given to him."
"So you don't like Chris because of what he makes you do?"
She shook her head. "Let's just get back to the lessons, I only have a week or so left to teach you the important things."
"Right!" Though the thought was never fleeting. There had to be another reason as to why Ariel didn't like Chris. Or at least trust him.
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She was getting faster or Ariel was getting slower. Y/n was blocking vital hits and dodging brutal ones. She even managed to get a few hits on Ariel. They weren't anything compared to what she had taken from her.
"Shit!" Ariel tumbled to the ground after Y/n had swiped her legs with one of her own.
Y/n giggled a little and prepared for her to stand up. "Sorry I couldn't resist."
Ariel narrowed her eyes at the other woman. "Don't get cocky." In a swift moment, Y/n was down on the ground as well.
Another breathless giggle fell from her lips since she knew she would get her back for it. "Ah, I knew that was coming." She rolled over to get on all fours so she could sit herself up. Ariel came to the rescue by handing her a water bottle.
Ariel smirked. "About earlier... I shouldn't have told you Chris was an asshole." She spoke. She had sat down on the mats herself. "He's a good boss, just cautious."
Y/n nodded. "Do you care for him?" She asked.
Again the other woman shook her head. "Chris and I have a complicated relationship, I don't think either one of us would be sad if the other died. It's kind of how you have to live in this life." She shrugged her shoulders. They were damp with sweat just like her hairline. "But you- you don't seem to mind jumping into such an environment."
It was Y/n's turn to shrug. That burning question had risen again to hit her over the head with a brick. She stared at the black mats beneath her. Her fingers deftly traced the lines on the faux leather-like flooring. "It's not like I didn't think, I'm too smart to not think. I overthink, but this time it's like someone made my decision for me. A part of me didn't want to do this, but that other part- she came out of hiding and sold my soul."
Ariel chuckled. "I like that- sold your soul. It's a good metaphor for what happens when you join things like this."
"But this job- I thought it would be easy from what Chris told me about it."
"Baby, let me tell you something, this ain't a job, this is a lifestyle, a dangerous one at that. Your family, friends, lovers- they aren't safe anymore. The gain is wealth and power, but the loss..." she trailed off. "The loss is greater than that of the soul."
Y/n looked up with a sad smile. "I think losing anything with such importance is damning to the soul."
Ariel frowned. "You're right. It changes a person."
They stared at each other for a moment longer before casting their glances away. "That's enough of a break. Let's get back at it so you can at least know how to throw a punch better."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
The redhead smiled mischievously. "You know exactly what I mean. Now up prickly princess or I'll make you run laps again."
"Fine, I'm getting up." Slowly, but surely Y/n got up and ready in a fighting stance. She was going in for a hit that Ariel eventually turned around onto her. A few more right and left hooks were thrown and Y/n finally felt like she had control over the spar. She could fight a decent battle if she needed to. She would still have more training to do, but now she was prepared in a fighting style that fit her most. Like boxing mixed with martial arts. Different combinations are all set for her to win against her opponent.
Summary: Chris is the top dog in Boston, but a fateful night brings him to his most prized find yet. Though she might lose herself along the ride he's taking her for.
Word count: 1.4k
Story Warnings: Violence, death, angst, sexual themes, sexual content, mafia
Chapter Warnings: corruption, overworking, let me know if any more
Minors DNI
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The next day came where Y/n would carelessly sign her life away. The black ink stained her name on the paper. It was set in stone now. "Welcome honey." His smile was devious, but his intentions were true. He'd corrupt her from the inside.
"First order of business, I want you to meet Ariel." Y/n tensed. Does he have a wife? He wears rings but none on his ring finger. Y/n shook her head, taking a deep breath. Her thoughts shouldn't have been on his love life.
The side door opened and revealed a gorgeous woman with golden skin. Her hair was blood red hence where the name Ariel came from. Her figure was slim and she wore a black beanie with a tank top and jacket with sweats to top it off. She identified as Latina. One parent is Italian and the other is from Chile. Her complexion favored the Italian side. Though she had already been assimilated since she was second generation to have been born in the U.S.
"Ariel here is a trainer and weapons expert. This business is not for the weak and I need to make sure you will be safe. So, in doing so I will send you to meet with Ariel for three weeks." Chris handed Ariel some papers. They were Y/n's medical history. All the important things she would need to know upon giving her lessons.
Ariels lips quirked up. "Better get started, there's a lot I have to teach you." She took the file and walked out the door. Y/n stood there for a minute before Chris gave her a reassuring nod and smile.
Y/n quickly tried to catch up with the redhead. They got on and off the elevator down to the second floor. Walking behind her she got a chance to see what was on the file she was reading. "Medical files?" Y/n questioned.
Ariel simply nodded, "I need to make sure you're in good condition to go through what I'm gonna put you through."
Y/n gulped. "Is it going to be bad?"
"Do you faint easily?" She smirked.
Y/n eyes widened and she shut her mouth.
"Honey? right?" Ariel confirmed as they approached the gym. Y/n shook her head. "No? Hmm, so he's given you that nickname." The way the words flew from her mouth was as if she was scoffing at her.
"Yeah, because my name is Y/n." She eyed the woman in front of her. She crossed her arms. "My name is fine if you want to address me, Ariel."
Ariel gave a slight roll of her eyes. "Whatever prickly princess, first I want you to give me twenty laps around this gym."
Y/n's eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets. "Have you seen this place it's huge?" The gym was big enough to be one floor by itself. It was equipped with a boxing ring and a mini basketball court. Plus the workout equipment. Running twenty laps would surely kill her. "It's going to take me forever."
"Then I suggest you start running cupcake!" She looked at her watch. "I have plans tonight and if you make me miss them I'm gonna make you run forty laps around the place the next time we meet." Her words left no room for discussion. Her hazel eyes dared Y/n to talk back to her.
Y/n accepted her defeat. Now she understood why Chris had told her to wear gym appropriate clothes. Slowly she started her way around the gym. Maybe she could possibly trick her into thinking she was running the full laps. "No that wouldn't work, plus she's scary," Y/n thought to herself. She'd just have to deal with the burning ache in her lungs. It was reminding her all too well of her high school days; when she was fighting for her life during the pacer test.
Y/n ran and ran until she finally did the twenty. She hadn't run like that in a while. She collapsed to the ground heaving at the feet of Ariel. "Aww, did I overwork the prickly princess?"
Y/n looked up at her and in doing so Ariel grabbed her jaw and squeezed her cheeks to make Y/n's plump lips into a pout. At this point, Y/n was too tired to even try and get out of her hold. "I'm going to break you into one of the baddest women to ever grace this group of mobsters." Her smirk was sickly sweet.
Closing her eyes Y/n felt her limbs grow even more tired. Now all she could think about was going home and getting in bed. However, her mind remembered the textbook she had left open on page 226 and the half-finished short answer question she still had left. "Can I go home now?" She mumbled.
"After you do another ten laps."
Y/n could have let out a loud sob at her words. This trainer was really no joke. With weak arms and wobbly legs, Y/n pushed herself up to stand. She could do the ten laps and then afterward heal her achy muscles with a big bowl of ice cream.
After another ten laps, Y/n finally was able to leave. She wasn't even sure she would be able to drive herself home due to being so exhausted. Once she did get home, she immediately hopped in the shower and then on her bed.
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"You really worked her out, poor thing was really struggling." Chris sipped on his beer. He was leaned back in his office chair. Shipment confirmations long deserted. No his eyes glanced over the redhead sitting across from him.
She smirked. "The prickly princess needed it. What's so special about this one Chris?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Here we go- not you coming at me with these irksome concerns." He exasperated. "I've already been getting shit from Henry and Sebastian."
"So the others see it too, I'm not just crazy?" Ariel chuckled. "I mean Chris, you barely even know her, you invited her into this business of yours without even thinking about the consequences, she's even more stupid to accept that, especially with how she came to know this place."
"You're one to talk." Chris simply let out a sigh. "I'd wish you guys would just trust me when I tell you I can make something out of her. I won't be here forever you know. It would be good to have a replacement."
The chair creaked slightly as Ariel got up and made her way to the door. "And of course, you wouldn't bestow the privilege to such scum as me." Her eyebrow quirked.
Chris raised his brows with a chuckle. "I'm not going there with you. Goodnight Ariel."
Ariel clicked her tongue. She pursed her maroon-painted lips together before walking out of the room. The door rattled against its frame after she closed it.
Chris was left to think for himself. Mindlessly he swirled the dark beer-filled bottle. A moment of relaxation. That was until there was a knock on the door. The tall dark-haired man entered after being allowed to.
"Ah speak of the devil, Henry, I was just talking about you to Ariel. She wanted to know the same thing you wanted to know." Chris chuckled. "What are the odds?"
Henry shook his head. "The whole crew has concerns. We don't want this one to be a backstabbing bitch like that last one you had. Tried selling you out to the fucking feds. That shit was annoying to deal with."
Chris nodded. He focused on the ring of the bottle. "I don't think she'll do that."
"Are you sure? She seems like a goody-two-shoes." Henry went over to the bookcase and grabbed a bottle of scotch and a glass.
"Nah." Chris shook his head with pursed lips. "She's just as corrupt, if not more corrupt than me. Trust me, she'll fit like a glove."
Henry shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his scotch. "Let's just hope she's who you say she is, or else the crew is going to be pissed."
"Henry, who's the boss of this establishment?"
He rolled his eyes. "You are."
"Right, so you better watch your fuckin' tone with me." Chris leaned forward in his chair. "You understand?"
"Yes." The other man mumbled.
He waved his finger for Henry to get closer. As he did he grabbed his face in his hands. "Good, now tell Anthony to come here, I need him to go over some things with me." The cool rings burned on Henry's humiliated face.
When the man got up to leave, Chris stopped him again. "Oh and Henry, don't make me have to replace you."
Henry gave him a firm 'yes sir', yet he walked away fuming.
Again Chris was left alone to ponder his thoughts.
Story Summary: Chris is the top dog in Boston, but a fateful night brings him to his most prized find yet. Though she might lose herself along the ride he's taking her for.
Word count: 1.3k
Story Warnings: Violence, death, angst, sexual themes, sexual content, mafia
Chapter Warnings: Talks about death, sexual tension, slight stalking
MINORS DNI
The next day, she was working in the office building portrayed as a law firm. She found the idea of Chris being a lawyer kind of funny. He could indeed be one. He was intimidating in the sense. However, he named the building after Scott, which was soon learned to be his brother. Scott himself was not a lawyer nor was he anywhere near Chris's business. He was simply being used as a cover for what was really going on behind closed doors. Yeah, Chris had his lawyers who worked in the building, just to keep the reputation up, but Chris was more of a politician. He was talking to senators and government officials. Bribing them to do his dirty work and keep his shipments out of the public eye, all in exchange for money and power.
Y/n saw it all on the papers she would sort through. Chris had asked her not to look too deeply into them, but she couldn't help herself. They fascinated her. The power one person could hold in the palm of their hand. She wouldn't mind having that kind of power. She would overhear him talking on the phone about drug and weapon supply along with imported goods that were only sold on the black market. Shipment dates, item details, things that would have any other person in cuffs before they could get it out their mouth.
She closed the binder full of contracts. Her eyes were sore and she wanted nothing more than to lie down. She had gone to class and then straight to work. The work at least was not hard to do. Probably the easiest job she's ever had, the only problem is she's one foot closer to an untimely death in the job.
Chris had just come from one of his warehouses. He had left Y/n to sort some things out so he expected to find her doing so. She was a good worker, always doing what was told of her. Before he sat down in the black leather chair, he thought to check on her. Softly, as to not disturb the peaceful silence he slowly opened the door after knocking. He wasn't surprised to see the woman with her head tucked in her arms on her desk and asleep. He'd found her like that a few times before, but he knew she was in school and that was draining enough.
Chris didn't even intend on keeping her as his personal assistant. That was really just a ruse to get her closer to him. He saw something deep down in her. The same curiosity that led him right where he was. Now was that a good thing, who knows, who tells. Anyway, Chris believes she'd be the perfect woman for him. He'd never pinned so hard for a woman before. This small-scale chase was leaving him dissatisfied. Most of the women he encountered threw themselves at him. They tried to make him stay, but he could never find the heart to do so. But Y/n, she's the entity blessing his dreams.
"Watching the prickly princess sleep? Wow, that's low Evans, even for you." The mocking voice filtered from behind him. It caught him by surprise, especially since he thought Ariel wasn't in the building.
Rolling his eyes he turned around after closing the door back. "I wasn't watching her sleep, I was checking to make sure she was okay." He sat down in his black chair.
Ariel quirked a brow. "Now, now, don't get so defensive. I don't care about your peeping tom tendencies."
"Is there something I could help you with Ariel?" Chris questioned. His tone laced with annoyance.
"I need you to move the pickup for the shipments from Hemsworth to Friday. I'm not going to be able to monitor your people." Ariel flicked through her phone. "My other job requires more dire attention."
"Oh, you mean the one you use as a scapegoat to carry out your sociopathic desires," Chris smirked.
Ariel's eyes narrowed as she glared at the man across from her. "Remind me why I put up with you?"
"Because your father owed my father a very great debt and unfortunately the payment came in the form of you." Chris scribbled on some papers he was looking over.
"Oh right, I had to come work for the asshole that only cares about himself, his dog, and the prickly princess." She snarled.
Chris let out a sigh. "Are you done?" He looked up at her. "Because I need to find someone else to monitor the pickup on Friday."
She scoffed with a roll of her eyes. Flipping him off, she made her way out of the room. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least. Both their fathers could not fortune how their children would act with each other. Now, Chris was left with a thorn in his side until the contract was up. In the Evans family, contracts are binding, they don't break unless they're broken, and for them to be broken means one of the parties must die. That's why they're read carefully, checked at least ten times by several different people.
The door to Chris's right had opened and made him perk up. "Good afternoon." Y/n greeted, holding a short stack of papers. "I finished those files for you."
Her smile was bright, most likely rejuvenated from the short nap she had taken. "Thank you, Honey."
Y/n nodded. "I was thinking about ya know our meeting on Friday." She trailed off. "Why'd you ask me to go?"
"You mean our date?" Chris pushed his papers aside to focus his attention. "You don't have to go..."
Y/n rolled her eyes more to herself than anything. "Ugh, why am I getting so worked up over this?" She let out a frustrated huff.
Chris eyed her cautiously. "I'm confused."
"Don't be, I'm making it way more complicated than it has to be." She didn't want it to end. These feelings she was having for him. They were fresh and breathtaking. They had been talking for a while now and it felt like a dream. Something she thought she was undeserving of. Though she never really made any moves until now. After her previous relationship, she couldn't seem to open her heart up so easily. So, now that he'd made that next step asking her out, she was anxious to see where this path would take her.
"Is there something I did wrong?" He was getting worried now. He never wanted to ensure a date so bad.
She shook her head. "No. You've been great. I'm just anxious I guess. I usually hate being like this." Y/n chuckled. She began to regress to her smaller office, only to be called back.
"You and me both." Chris shared her nervous laugh. He couldn't hold back any longer. "Can I kiss you?" He had stood up out of his black chair and met her halfway.
Y/n couldn't contain her smile as she nodded and tilted her head so he could capture her lips in his. It all came through. This was what she needed. Her mind just needed to be cleared of her insecurities. That's all it was.
She deepened the kiss by holding the back of his head. Kissing him ignited a fire within her. Without breaking the kiss, he picked her up by the back of her thighs. She gasped and locked her arms around his neck. He placed her on the cleared-off desk. Finally departing from her lips, Chris attached his to her neck. Pressing kisses while she gasped.
"Yo Chris!" Anthony busted through the doors. "Oh shit, sorry!" He immediately slammed the door back shut when he saw Chris's cold glare.
"Sorry darling," He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "I would continue, but I wanna take you apart in private. Wan' hear you screamin' my name while I make you cum." He whispered in her ear.
"It's no problem sir, I prefer a little more privacy anyway." She whispered back to him.
He knew now he met his soulmate. She knew just as well she'd met the one who would damn her soul.
Story Summary: Chris is top dog in Boston, but a fateful night brings him to his most prized find yet. Though she might lose herself along the ride he's taking her for.
Word count: 3.0k
Story Warnings: Violence, death, angst, sexual themes, sexual content, mafia
Y/n and Chris finished dinner fairly slowly. They were too busy engaging with each other. By the time dessert had rolled around, Chris had already known all her family members, her favorite color, and vice versa. Of course, they had talked before. They had spent months with each other at work, but nothing like finding out a secret that happened in high school.
"Oh my god! You spit in her lemonade?" Y/n's eyes were wide as she heard his wild story.
Chris nodded his head in slight shame. "I threw it out right after, but yeah I was mad at my sister and it just made me want to do that, but I immediately felt bad." He put his hand over his heart. "You're the only one I've really told this story to so if she finds out, then I'll know it was you."
Y/n crossed her middle and her pointer fingers together. "Promise." She giggled.
It was the best thing since sliced bread for him. He hadn't felt like this in a while. He was glad he was feeling it with her though. "You want a dessert?"
Y/n shook her head and her eyelids fluttered shut. "I'm stuffed, but thank you. Dinner was amazing. Helped to get rid of some not-so-pleasant memories."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, there are plenty of dinners from where that comes from."
She smirked. "Are you already planning on spoiling me?"
Chris stood up and fixed his suit jacket. "I am, do you have a problem with that?"
Y/n pursed her lips with a head shake. "I'm just saying you've skipped a few steps."
"Oh, right. Well, I feel like a couple more dates and I'll have it in the bag." He came by her side and helped her out of her seat. He held her soft hands in his.
She looked up and saw him smirking down at her. "Oh? You think it'll be that easy?"
Chris grinned and grabbed her face in his palms. "You tell me." He pulled her to his lips to lay a kiss on her dark red-stained lips. Y/n wrapped her arms around him as the kiss got deeper. His tongue delved deep to explore uncharted territory of her mouth. A squeak left her when Chris picked her up to set her on an empty table.
"Baby slow down." She giggled as he started peppering kisses on her neck. The clashing of dishes reminded her of where they were as Chris's hands were starting to venture beyond the long slit in her dress. "Not here Chris, please."
Chris immediately stopped what he was doing. His eyes were blown with lust and she could tell he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. "We're leaving." He huffed out as he slapped a wad of cash on the table. She could barely get her clutch and phone before he was dragging her out the door and into his awaiting car.
If she thought he was driving fast before, she was sadly mistaken. On the highway he was tame, but once he hit the backroads he was reaching a hundred or more MPH. His house was back in the country. A secluded mansion. It was more nature-based. Plants and a small man-made lake adorning the side. While his house was more modern, it had some woodsy effects to it. There were trees surrounding the large structure. In fall it would probably be beautiful hues of red, orange, and yellow, while the spring and summer adorned the green, pink, and white flowers. Winter would make the home look like a forest cabin covered in ivory flakes. The isolated structure would have made any other person weary of walking in alone, but no such was the case with Y/n.
The garage door had opened and Chris pulled his car into the large spacious area. He parked next to his more vintage car collection. Hopping out, he rushed to the side to let her out. It didn't take long for him to pick her up in his arms bridal style. The sudden change in movement made her squeal with a slight giggle. He steadily walked into the home. It was dark as she clung to his broad shoulder.
He knew his way around well. She didn't hit a wall or feel like she was about to drop. He held her tight to his body. Nothing stood in the way as he ascended the stairs with her to his room.
Finally, she was dropped on the plush king-sized mattress. She bounced a bit, but Chris was right there on her, kissing her with fever. "Look so fucking gorgeous babe." He mumbled against her kiss swollen lips. His thigh was situated between her legs. He could feel the subtle grinding of her warm heat on him. "Fuck Y/n look at me," He panted as he pulled away from her lips. "Tell me you want this okay, I need words. I want a safe word too."
Y/n nodded along with a breathy, "Yes, please Chris I want you. The safeword is heart."
With that Chris lifted her slightly to unzip her dress for her. He carefully removed the dress, knowing she probably wouldn't want him to rip the delicate dress apart. His breath hitched at what was underneath. Still covered, but shining in a fiery orange lacy set. Her panties were just cloth with a slim string. To be honest, Chris didn't believe she could wear anything under this dress. Not with the way it fit her so perfectly. "Shit, you've been hiding this perfect body from me, honey."
She bucked her hips up with a slight whine and he took the hint. "Shh, I'm getting there pretty girl." He shrugged his suit jacket off and started to unbutton his shirt with one hand while his other massaged her tits. Tweaking the soft perky nipples with his rough fingers. Once he got his shirt unbuttoned he left it on. His patience had run out once he had moved his fingers to her lower region. Running two fingers through her slit, pushing the already ruined fabric into her sopping core. Her choked whimper sent his dick twitching.
In a flash, her panties were ripped from her. Those he didn't give a fuck about ripping. He'd save them for later anyway. They were stored in his back pocket.
Y/n closed her legs, an action that made him tut at her. "Open up for me angel, let me see that beautiful pussy." His words made her gasp but slowly she opened her legs. She finally took a good look at him hovering over her. The moonlight allowed her the admire his greek sculpted form. He had tattoos for days. Something she had already noted from seeing him in tank tops, but now that his abs were fully exposed she salivated at the sight of him covered in ink.
"Fuck." She moaned into the air as he stroked her sensitive bud. He had found it on the first try, something her ex couldn't even think of doing. "Please Chris, please do something!"
He chuckled. "I am doing something baby." He pressed open mouth kisses to her legs as he knelt down. He pulled her to the edge and moved his lips closer and closer to the spot she wanted him most. She keened when he kissed her mound. Wet tongue sneaking a quick taste. One that had him groaning. "Such a sweet girl, got me addicted from one fucking taste baby." Through his eyelashes, he looked up at her with lust-blown eyes that could kill her. "Keep your eyes on me." His eyes never left hers as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Tongue swirling around the bud. It made her cry out loudly. Through her relationship with Leo, he only ate her out once and it never felt like this.
His rough beard scratched the insides of her trembling thighs. Breathy moans kept coming as he licked up her juices. Pulling back he spit on her aching cunt which made her grab his hair and slightly shove his tongue deeper in her. His pink tongue thrusted in and out of her while his nose slightly stimulated her clit. He got lost in the taste of her. His eyes were closed and he ate her out like a starved animal.
"Fuck! Fu- Chris!" She screamed. He had tilted her over that cliff and she was descending down into those rocky hills of pleasure. Her body convulsed and Chris had to lock his arms around her legs to keep her connected to his mouth. He slurped up all of her juices. While never taking his mouth off her. "Baby, baby- ahh please." She tried to push his head away, but it was no use he was insatiable. Her body couldn't tell if it wanted the ministrations to continue or stop, but she knew all she wanted was for him to never stop.
He kept going, but he added a finger into the mix. He thrusted his middle finger into her opening at a slow pace. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The pleasure sent her into a frenzy. The way he was perfectly curling his fingers to find that sweet spot. Pulling back once more he added another finger in and was met with some resistance. "Tight little pussy," He mumbled to himself. "I don't know if I'll fit her honey." He cooed condescendingly. "Gonna have to work her open." He spit on her again and went back at it.
Tears streamed down her face as it consumed her. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her fingers gripped the bed sheets until her knuckles were lighter. Sweat made her back stick to the silken sheets. Her hands went straight to his head of hair once she felt the incoming orgasm. A loud shriek erupted from her. Her back arched off the bed and her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. For a minute she thought she was blind. She could only see these little white spots littering her vision. But as she came down she started to sense wet lips peppering her skin with kisses as her body twitched from the aftershocks.
Chris hovered over her, his hands coming to steady her thrashing head. "Shh, honey, I'm right here, did so good for me." He cooed. He chuckled at the sight of her. So fucked out for him. "You ever squirt before?" She hadn't even noticed that his neck and upper chest were soaked.
She shook her head meekly. A response that made him grin and place a kiss on her nose. His breath smelled like pussy, but that didn't stop her from kissing him back when he placed a kiss on her lips. "Want more." She mumbled against his lips.
"Hmm, you want more pretty girl?" He sat up. "I'll give you more." He leaned up and started to unbutton his pants. "C'mere." He pointed his finger to the edge of the bed.
She followed his instruction and ended up sitting on all fours as he pushed his pants down. It left him in his black boxers that defined his aching dick. She gulped at the size of him. A little above average with a very prominent vein on the underside from what she could tell from the boxers. Down went the black boxers and appeared an angry red tip leaking precum. Her eyes widened. He was right, it's a wonder if it would even fit her.
"Don't be scared honey, open that pretty mouth of yours up." She did as he said and he slowly pushed in. Only halfway. "Don't worry I'll go slow for the first time." He pulled back and then pushed back in a few more times before he started a steady pace. Her submissiveness had him reeling, but he wanted her to have some fun too. "Go ahead and stroke it baby."
She reached up and started stroking what wasn't in her mouth. He had stopped thrusting so now she had control. She licked the underside with the vein. It made him shudder and put his hands on her head. She sucked him back in even deeper. His tip had hit the back of his throat and she choked a bit, but at the sound of his breathy moans, she continued. She peered up at him through her long lashes, y/e/c eyes making mental note of how his head was thrown back. Adams apple bobbing as he let out harsh groans.
"Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven." He grunted through his teeth and thrusted his hips into her face. Y/n moaned around him. "Fuck! Shit!" Chris held her head down against him so she would deepthroat him and she did happily. He pulled her off of him and pushed her back onto the bed.
He grabbed a pillow for her to rest her head on. "This okay?" He asked. His lustful eyes went soft at the sight of her all sprawled out for him. She looked absolutely gorgeous. At that moment he made it a personal goal to protect her with his life, she would be by his side as he ruled over his hand-built empire.
A dazed smile and a small 'yes' made him laugh softly. He slotted himself between her legs. Both legs were held on his shoulders as he bottomed out.
Y/n winced at the burning from the stretch. She reached out to grab a hold of him. "Just a little more honey." Chris breathed. He made shallow thrusts just to get her accustomed to his girth. She felt amazing around him. He was having trouble not blowing his load into her from just the first penetration. "Shit," He rubbed her clit in circles.
It was all too much for her, but she got accustomed as quickly as she could. She wouldn't last too long. Especially after her two orgasms.
Chris was the same, he was gonna hold out as long as he could, but with the way she was gripping him- it's a wonder if he lasted two minutes. No woman had ever made him feel like this.
Chris kissed her ankles while he pounded into her. His knees went weak once he hit that spot that had her screaming out his name. She clenched down so hard, Chris's thrust faltered and he let out a string of curses. He pushed her legs down and used her thighs as leverage for his thrust.
"Ah, ah, ah." fell from her swollen lips. Her makeup was sweating off, and mascara was smudged from her tears of pleasure. "Chris! I'm close!"
Tufts of hair fell out of place on his head. Ink-covered abs rippled. His jaw clenched as he sped up his pace even more. "Me too honey, I'm gonna cum on your pretty body." He grunted. One hand swiped her clit while the other reached up to wrap around her neck. "You're my girl honey, for now on I'm the only one who gets to see you like this."
His cool rings heated up her skin. They made eye contact which her glossy eyes tried to maintain.
"You'll never want for anything. Got it?"
"Please! Please!" She cried out. His tip was punching her cervix and it felt like she was losing air by the minute.
"Say you're mine." He groaned. "Say it!"
She choked on a loud moan. "Oh, my god-fuck! Yes, I'm yours, baby! I'm all yours!"
Chris pulled her up by her neck and kissed her with passion. A wide smirk formed on his lips as he whispered his last command in her ear. "Cum."
Her hands held onto his wrist. Face twisting with pleasure while her legs twitched around his hips. For a minute she couldn't hear anything. She could only faintly see and feel Chris lying her back on the bed and pulling out of her.
White ropes of the sticky substance coated her body once he finally let go with a loud moan and heaving pants after she let go around him. She soaked him.
Y/n eyes roamed around the room, trying to remember where she was in the first place. It seemed he fucked the actual sense out of her.
"Honey?" Her vision refocused after she blinked a few times. Chris was hovering over her with a soft smile on his face. "How was that?" He rubbed her tender thighs. Too close to her abused core and she was shuddering.
Her hands went to cover her face and hide her ruined makeup-stained face. "You can't just fuck me like that and then hover over me like a dork." She giggled. "How was it? I don't think I can walk!"
Chris laughed along with her. "Well, I could say the same. You almost made me cum in under a fucking minute baby. If I was one of those boys you mess around with then maybe I would have, but I like to satisfy my girl first." He picked her up and walked her toward his bathroom. It could be a master bedroom itself. He sat her down on the edge of the grand bathtub. It was big enough to fit three people in it for sure. It had three faucets that spewed the water into the tub. Chris went and grabbed some bubbly soap.
Once the bathtub was full he helped her in and then got in himself. She sat in front of him while he washed her back. She had pulled her hair up with a hair tie he had.
While they bathed in silence she couldn't help but confirm her beliefs. "Did you mean it?" She whispered. "What you said about wanting me by your side?"
"Every word." He didn't hesitate.
Y/n's eyes widened and she was glad he did see the single tear that fell down her face. She couldn't tell why she was crying, but it felt right to do so. Without another word, she leaned back against his chest with closed eyes. A faint smile appeared when he pressed his lips to her temple.
