Micah

Alistair pulled my pants down just enough to expose my ass. My heart was racing a million miles a second, and I felt thrilled to fuck out in the open. It was hotter than the times I'd let alphas fuck me in the alleyway at night or even the bathroom at the bar.

This was in the daylight, and it was thrilling, to say the least. Even though we were in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, the thought of a car driving by and seeing him fuck me crazy made me wetter at the thought.

My thighs clenched, feeling him slide his fingers into me. I let out a little whimper and tried bracing myself.

"Damn, little mouse," he said, nibbling on my neck. "You're so wet for me," he licked my neck. "Almost begging me to fuck you like the little slut you are." He growled.

I shifted myself, trying to keep myself on my feet. It was damn near impossible to even think, let alone stand. I had nothing to hold onto. Well, unless I got on my knees. I could grab onto the dry grass.

Typically I'd roll my eyes at an alpha calling me a slut. Mainly because they weren't doing anything to pleasure me and only attempting to pleasure themselves. Alistair calling me a slut? It made me wetter, to the point where I could hear his fingers penetrating me.

He pulled his fingers from me, and I heard him hurriedly undo his pants. Not even a second after hearing his zipper go down, he pushed himself inside of me.

I gasped, arching my back. My breath was caught in my throat, and I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs from the pleasure I felt.

Hearing an alpha like him let out a moan turned me on even more. His nails dug into my hips as if he were holding on to me for dear life or as if he knew I wouldn't last long in this position. My legs never shook as they were at the moment. He was a skillful man, not sparing a moment of pleasure for both of us.

He thrust in me with a power I'd never experienced before, reaching places inside of me that had never been touched. I cried in pleasure, finally letting my knees give way when he hit my sweet spot over and over again. He pulled out of me, turned me around, and motioned for me to wrap my arms around his neck. I did as he wanted me to, then he hoisted me up. I let out a tiny yelp of surprise and wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his hard cock twitching between my slick-covered ass cheeks.

He carried me to his car, laying me down on the hood. He didn't hesitate to rip my pants off, exposing me to the world. I reached one of my hands out and gently put it on his chest. Our eyes met for a moment, my heart pounded in my chest, and I didn't know what I felt. Calm, content, wanted... I didn't know.

When the moment was over, he slammed himself back inside of me, and I let out a gasp of air. "Fuck." I managed to hiss out. Alistair tilted his head back, and Adam's apple bobbed as he let out a groan. I hadn't even touched myself, but I felt on the brink of an orgasm.

When his eyes met mine again, he leaned down and hungrily pressed his lips to mine, and his thrusts became ragged and rougher, almost as if he were about to cum too. His lips then found my neck, grazing my scent glands with his teeth, almost as if he wanted to mark me as his, only his.

Crazy enough, I wanted him to. Or, well, the omega in me begging for it. On the other hand, I didn't know exactly what I wanted. Since I was kicked out, I knew that my life was an unknown territory. I'd never thought I'd be bunking with a rich as fuck mafia boss. If anything, I was shocked I was even alive. More often than not, I was living day by day. Fighting to survive. Now? I didn't have to do that. I could enjoy life's pleasures. I could finally do what I wanted versus what I had to do.

"You're lost in your head, little mouse." Alistair ran his hand through my thick curls, speaking against my lips, slowing himself.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my lips against his. Our bodies moved in sync, and I could feel my orgasm building up. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to pump it with Alistair's fast thrusts.

I came hard on both of our clothed chests, and Alistair came at the same time, pumping me full of his cum. This time, he didn't pop a knot like he had the previous times we'd fucked in the past week. Strangely, I missed the feeling of him filling me up.

He slipped out of me and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

I felt putty, and I didn't want to move from where I lay. I didn't think I could if I wanted to. I closed my eyes and let out a groan.

"Sleepy?" He asked.

"You just fucked the hell out of me, of course I'm sleepy." I put my hands on my chest.

"Well, let me get everything packed up. You can sleep in the car if you want to." He replied. Alistair picked up my clothes and handed them to me. "I'm sure I packed something to clean up a little." He cleared his throat.

Begrudgingly, I sat up and slid my pants back on. Alistair adjusted himself into his pants before he went to the basket of things he'd packed up for the both of us. He pulled out a few neatly folded paper towels and a bottle of water, wetting it so we could clean my cum off of our shirts.

"Here, mouse," He handed me the wet towel. I scrubbed it off my shirt the best I could and handed it back to him. "I think I have a blanket in the back seat if you wanna use that." He said.

"Can you please help me?" I asked. "I don't think that my legs will let me walk right now."

Alistair smirked. He didn't need to say anything; I already knew he was probably high-fiving himself in his head. He held his hand out for me to grab, and I pulled myself up and let Alistair help me to the passenger side of the car.

Once I was situated in the car, he reached across to the driver's side, dug in his pants for his keys, and started the car. He pulled back, and for a second, his eyes met mine, and I could feel passion in his gaze. He pecked me on the lips and smiled at me when he pulled away.

My chest tightened at the notion, and I couldn't help but smile back at him. He pulled out of the car and proceeded to pack up all of the items he had brought with us and put them in the trunk of the car.

When he was back in the car, he looked at me, and it was as if we were holding our breaths. Unsure of what to say to one another.

The drive back to our place was silent but comfortable. He held my hand gingerly, and he'd kiss the top of my hand every once in a while. Every time Alistair and I would sleep with each other, he'd take care of me afterward.

When he pulled into the garage of the building, his phone began to ring, and he tensed up when he saw the name on the radio of who was calling. I saw him momentarily battle with himself before he looked at me.

"I need to talk to this guy alone." His demeanor showed that he was unsure of what that call would ensue. But the name reminded me of that day I was taken. And that was the brother Alistair mentioned several times.

I nodded my head, not arguing with him, and I got out of the car. My body still felt like jello, but I knew I could get up to the penthouse and shower.

I wondered if Alistair still planned on taking me to an art supply store. Or if he'd disappear to do his after-hours dealings. I didn't care either way. I knew I'd be able to go by myself to get the supplies I needed by myself.

I'd moved myself into Alistair's room throughout the weeks. So when I was done with my shower, I didn't waste any time curling up into his bed in just my underwear and a t-shirt.

It had been a while since we got home, and Alistair hadn't come in, so I assumed that meant he had left for one reason or another. I shot him a quick text telling him I was going to take a nap for a while, and I turned over to go to sleep.

A/N: Mafioso has finally been concluded on Patreon. I'm deciding on a release date for the full book on kindle. I'll make a release date and post. Not any time soon tho.

Anyways, you can read all the way up to chapter 42 on Patreon. The book has been concluded. This book will be updated as I begin on book 2.

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