Mafia Maid

Between his looks and his heavy money, Riccardo Bainchi could have anybody on this planet. He had gone out with plenty of women who were half his age without wrinkles and stretch marks, those who could still give him kids.

I had dedicated my life to him, had given up all hopes and dreams I had because the money was nice and he treated me better than some of the other jobs I had in my teens. I never got a college education so the opportunities had always been limited. I had nothing to offer him.

Before I could voice any of those concerns, he was at my side. He took my chin in his hand, pulled me closer to him, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I stiffened in his hold for a brief moment, wondering if this was all some sort of… joke.

But Riccardo didn’t make jokes, especially not with me.

“Riccardo,” I whispered between kisses. “Wh-What are you doing?”

He seized my waist and lifted me onto the table, almost immediately dropping to his knees between my thighs. I leaned my arms back on the