When The Orphan Meets The Mafia Lord

Layla's POV

I quickly got off Enzo and stood with my head down. For some reason I felt as though they had walked in on me doing the dirty with Enzo, even though nothing had happened.

I didn't like the way Emilio had looked at me as if I had betrayed him. What was that about? He had no right to be angry. Firstly, nothing happened and secondly, he was behaving as though I was his.

I am nobody's property and I refuse to be treated as such.

I heard laughter from the floor so I looked down to see Enzo still lying on his back laughing.

"You should have seen your face. It was priceless" he teased Emilio, who did not look too happy.

Luca was chuckling beside him and as soon as Emilio shot him a look he quickly sobered up. Their eyes kept darting back and forth between the three as though they were having a conversation.

What was going on, I wanted to scream as they continued their stare off. They finally broke their stare off when Emilio stormed over to me and grabbed me by the arm.

Not this again, I thought as he dragged me along with him up the stairs. He is always dragging me around as if I was a rag doll. The nerve of this dude.

"I can walk on my own you know" I dare say to him.

He didn't even acknowledge me as he kept on dragging me along. We stopped outside his bedroom before he opened it and dragged me inside. He turned away from me to lock the door.

I was trapped in a room with an angry mob boss, and I had no idea what I had done to spark such a reaction from him.

"I'm sorry" I said, even though I have no idea what I was apologizing for.

He was now pacing before me and running his hand through his hair angrily. He stopped pacing and turned to me with anger still in his eyes as he stalked in my direction. I kept backing up until my back hit the wall.

He smirked at me in triumph as he now had me trapped and there was nowhere else for me to go. His hands now rested on the wall on either side of my head. He was breathing heavily as he leaned in.

"What are you doing to me?" he whispered as his lips inched further to mine.

His lips were now brushing mine and as much as I hated him, a part of me wanted him to kiss me. Just when I thought he was going to close the distance between our lips, he moves his head to the side and kissed my neck instead. He sucked on my neck and I was more than certain it was going to leave a mark.

I bit my lip to prevent a moan from slipping out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. God, this felt so good, but was also so wrong. I shouldn't be enjoying this.

Why is my body betraying me? I tilted my head to the side to allow him more access as I enjoyed the sensation coursing through my body.

As he pulled away, my foggy mind cleared and I shoved him away. He came up to me again and I slapped him across the face. I slapped him so hard his head turned to the side. I gasped as my eyes widen in fear.

He turned back to me massaging his jaw with his right hand, as he shot me a look that left me confused. I thought he would have been angry, but now looking at him he looked even more turned on than before.

Uh oh. I gulped as he leaned in again, his breath fanning my face.

"Tesoro you shouldn't have done that" he said with a smirk.

He flipped me around so that my front was now pressed up against the wall, his breath fanning against my neck. He grabbed my hands and raised them above my head, keeping them trapped in one arm.

Pressing up against my back I could feel his excited member pressing up against my butt. His other arm came around my front where he massaged one of my breast through my shirt.

His mouth was hovering over my neck. My mind was screaming at me to stop him, while my body was begging me to let loose and let him have his way with my body.

His lips came down and connected with my neck as he kissed, sucked and bit my neck drawing moans from me. His hands were now moving lower, while I grinded my butt on his boner.

His hands moved down and cupped my sex through the sweats. Who knew him just touching me could turn me on so much. I could feel myself getting wet from just his mouth and hand working wonders on my body, finding pleasure spots I didn't even knew existed.

Rubbing me through my sweats, I began pushing myself even more in his hand searching for my release. He pulled his hand back and I groaned in annoyance and disapproval, but not a second later, I could feel his hand going in my sweats and running along the top of my underwear.

"Please" I heard myself plead in a hoarse voice, needing him to stop teasing me.

"What do you want sweetheart?" he whispered in a raspy voice in my ear, biting my earlobe.

"Please, please, please" I chanted not really sure what I was begging him to do.

"You have to tell me what you want he said, slipping his hand in my underwear and brushing his thump against my clit.

"Yes, right there. Just like that. Make me cum" I pleaded wanting him to continue.

"Your wish is my command" he whispered, slipping a finger in my dripping hole.

"Fuck. You're so wet and tight" he groaned, speeding up his pace.

I was now a moaning mess. Riding his hand, as his other hand released my hands and came down to massage my breasts. There was a tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach as I felt my muscles tense.

"I'm going to-" I started feeling close to my release. That sweet release.

"Cum for me" he groaned, going even faster than before.

As if I was waiting for his command I closed my eyes and came, hard. I kept on repeating his name as a mantra as I rode out my orgasm. Stars appeared behind my tightly closed eyes as my orgasm shook my whole being.

I would've collapsed on the floor if it wasn't for the arm that was holding me up. I shook in his arms as I came down from my high and he removed his hand from my underwear.

It took me a few minutes to calm down, as my mind also cleared and I realized what I have done.

I let him touch me. Even though it was great, I shouldn't have been weak and let him touch me like that. What the hell were you thinking Layla? He's keeping you here against your will.

As much as I wanted to be mad at him and accuse him of taking advantage of me, I knew I couldn't because I didn't stop him even though I should have.

I was expecting him to force himself on me, but instead I gave myself willingly to him. I felt used and dirty. As if sensing the shift in my mood he let me go and walked out the room, leaving me even more confused than before.

What did I expect? He was just using me for a quick fuck, even though he never once made this about him. He only focused on me and that made me even more confused. I thought I was here for when he needed someone to fulfill his desires, but here I am fully satisfied and him unsatisfied.

I don't know what came over me or him. I have to confront him and clear the air. For Christ sakes Layla, he let you sleep on the floor. How could you allow him to touch you, with those same hands that almost choked you to death?

"Hey" I heard someone say from the doorway. I didn't even hear the door open or realized that someone had entered the room.

"Emilio sent me to take you to the room you will be staying in from now on" Luca spoke softly.

I got up from off the floor with the support of the wall, as I walked over to him and allow him to escort me there. My room was just across from his which was not helping me at all.

I went inside and sat on the bed too lost in my thought, that I didn't even see Luca closing the door and giving me my much needed privacy.

Lying on the bed I pondered on what just happened as I prepared myself physically and mentally to approach Emilio.

Well this should be fun, I thought sarcastically.

I'm just going to approach him and say, 'hey so I just allowed you to finger me, but it can't happen again. It was a mistake that shouldn't have happened'.

It was a mistake, right? Then why did I enjoy it so much, even though I shouldn't have. I can't let this happen again. I won't allow it.

With those final thoughts, I decided to sleep on it and address my problems tomorrow. When my mind wasn't still clouded from what had just transpired.