Maid For The Mafia Informant: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  Keeping to the shadows once I cross the cavernous foyer of the darkened building, I’m relieved when the front door opens.

  I’m free.

  Zig-zagging a pattern of the same shadow hugging strategy, I finally unravel the piece of tape Sophie left that helped me escape. The thing I realize I’ve clutched in my hand since first holding it.

  As if it were Sophie herself.

  In a dull street lamp, I can see tiny writing. Holding it closer I can see an address. And I just know it’s hers.

  “I love you, Sophie,” I whisper aloud, vowing to tell her so at the nearest chance I get.

  She’s beautiful, she’s smart, but most of all, she’s mine.

  She will be soon enough anyway, I’ll see to that.

  My heart is bursting and my spirits soaring. My mind races as I consider how clever she’s been and the risks she’s taken to help me out.

  Now I just need to get to her before anyone else does.

  Where to after that?

  I dunno. The safe house wasn’t so safe after all, I’m thinking. If my arch enemy apart from the De Falco family was right across the hall, I know getting free of the place was the only option and I won’t go another night without Sophie by my side.

  Her place is more than a long walk, so I chance a cab, getting dropped a few blocks away, and walk the rest, scoping out the obvious surveillance Partridge has on her.

  Fortunately for me, it’s just as sharp as his safe house detail. One guard is thumbing porn on his phone in a car, and the other is up the street on a zoom call to what looks like family overseas.

  To serve and protect.

  The front door is too close to zoom by, so I opt for the derelict looking fire escape to make my way up.

  She gave me the address, but not her apartment number, so the fire escape proves the best way to have a look on the way up.

  It’s rusted as hell and creaks like my knees after three flights, but it holds.

  Built back when steel was true and yeah, it rusted some but it’s still got fifty years in it.

  The fifth floor brings the sound of running water and the familiar scent of her shampoo.

  I’ll never forget the smell of her hair, and within seconds I’m watching her through a steamy window, feeling my dick grow rock hard again at the sight of her, running her bath.

  Her phone rings and I remind myself I don’t have time to hang around and watch her this time, as much as I’d love to.

  We gotta go, but she’s all naked and I just know somehow that’s gonna slow us both down.

  The bath running cuts out the sounds of my low growls as I watch her, but I have to get inside before anyone else reaches her.

  She spots my shadow and makes for her living room. The nearest window slides open easily and for the first time, I hold her as a free man.

  She’s bent over looking for something and my hands go to her hips like iron filings to a magnet.

  By god, but she’s beautiful. I know she’s scared, but as soon as she feels my hands, hers are on them and she gasps my name as I spin her around.

  I kiss her so hard I’m worried it hurts her, but her head shakes as I do, telling me it’s just what she needs.

  That, and a whole lot more as her hand strays to my aching dick, stroking it through my pants as mine explore her thick nipples under a robe as one of her legs starts to snake its way up my own.

  “We have to go,” I hear myself say, kicking myself for the chance I’m missing out on here, but we really do have to get going.

  Her phone chimes again, I stab my head in the negative, hissing at her to get dressed as I peel myself away from her, going back to the window only to check the street.

  It’s like she just knows, I don’t have to explain anything.

  As much as we both want each other right now, we also know we’ll be safer when we’re someplace else.

  I scan the street behind her building, which is empty in one direction, the direction we’re headed.

  I feel her against me again, and turn to hurry her up, to tell her to get dressed but she already is.

  Remembering my promise, I slide one hand up the inside of her perfectly thick thighs, and the other cups her face as I kiss her, telling her what I’ve wanted to since I saw her from ten stories up.

  “I love you, Sophie Moore, and I’ll make you mine yet,” I tell her, feeling us both shiver at my words.

  “C’mon!” I urge her, opening up the window.

  She looks puzzled.

  “Uh. We could just take my car,” she says, a matter of fact.

  “What sort of car, where?” I ask, not trusting a Prius to get us anywhere soon.

  “Well, it’s my dad’s really,” she confesses. “Undercover, and registered to the local chief of police… a sixty-eight mustang.”

  I kiss her again, she really is too much.

  There are two stairwells, one on either side of the building.

  Once outside her own apartment, we both hear heavy footfalls coming up one, so we take the other, down to the garage basement.

  In what seems like seconds, she’s peeled the cover off, started the car, and then slowly driven out into the empty street, not hitting the headlights until we’re well clear before she opens the throttle and winds the window down.

  The cool evening air fills the musty interior, catching her hair and making me shake my head in wonder yet again.

  “There’s a Prius is in my spot back there,” she says, thumbing absently behind herself.

  “This car’s only supposed to be driven by my dad, so I think we’ll be safe,” she adds.

  Unless we get pulled over.

  “Where to?” she asks as I feel a total moment of indecision.

  For all my plans and case building against the crime families, especially the De Falco’s, I know my own house would be the dumbest place. But the safe house, and even Sophie’s have turned out to be too dangerous as well.

  I shrug, trying to think but Sophie’s grin as she pumps the clutch and takes it up a gear tells me she has an idea.

  That she has more than a car and the body I crave up her sleeve.

  “Daddy’s car… daddy’s house,” she smiles knowingly.

  “Who’s gonna hit a cop’s house?” she asks, making me half-smile as I check the mirrors.

  Sure it’s a place to go, for now.

  But I know plenty of people, whole families of them, who wouldn’t hesitate to hit a cop’s house.

  Or his little girl and her older boyfriend either, for that matter.

  But seeing her, driving so wild and free. The look of abandon and excitement in her eyes, makes me think this might be the first time Sophie’s done a lot of things today and it makes me want her even more than ever.

  I’ve taken plenty of chances to get this far.

  What’s a few more to keep her close, to make my case complete? To claim her properly as well.

  “And just where is your dad?” I hear myself ask, trying to pre-empt the next set of obstacles, even in my own plans with her alone.

  “Conference. Reno, Nevada, Two weeks,” she beams, and I feel myself easing back into the passenger seat as the car surges forward again.

  My dick starting to lengthen as I relax and look over at her face, lit up from the dash.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sophie

  I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner, but then again I never expected Ben Slade to climb in through my window.

  But I’m so glad he did.

  He came for me.

  For me!

  Every doubt, every scrap of negative feeling I’ve had is gone the moment his arms are around me again, his lips pressing against mine and our hands targeting right where they belong.

  I’m not fumbling.

  I’m not trying and neither is he.

  He’s not a schoolboy with a wet dream, he’s a real man and he has a body and a cock to match. He’s a professional, a man who knows what he wants and I can’
t wait another minute for him to give it all to me.

  If I was me. Visiting from the past, I’d tell me I’ve changed.

  Changed in one single day?

  You bet.

  It’s incredible the transformation that can occur when someone has a real man’s face between her legs, and then the thought of his member in the same place not so long afterward.

  I feel… transformed, and shedding so many of my previous inhibitions, plus the gravity of our situation, I think of it.

  Our way out.

  There’s dad’s vintage car in the garage. I start it once every few days and keep it gassed up, maintained with the mechanic. He pays the receipts every month, plus a little extra.

  I guess it’s his way of making me feel responsible.

  He never wanted me to move into a place of my own, but once he saw how miserable I was after college, he caved in, giving me a year to find my own way until he brought me home again if needed.

  I thought I’d never come back, but pulling into the dark driveway with the automatic roll-up security door under the house.

  I’ve never felt so safe to be home.

  And having Ben at my side only makes me feel safer.

  Stronger.

  And way hornier then if I was just by myself.

  My goodness! What this man does to me and my mind.

  I feel sixteen again, letting myself in like a latchkey kid, but this time the keys are in the glove box and I’m no kid anymore.

  Ben’s eyes are only reflecting the feeling I’m broadcasting.

  It’s clear what his intentions are, and this time I won’t hesitate. I let us in through the garage entrance, switch the alarm to home and relax into his embrace.

  We both seem to lose a tension that’s haunted us all day, the thing we couldn’t shake to feel truly alone.

  “Reno,” Ben says firmly, double-checking.

  “Cross my heart,” I whisper, shuddering as I drag his hands across my chest, which he wastes no time in freeing from the flimsy shirt I rushed to put on not too long ago.

  I feel my knees going out from under me.

  Ben’s hot mouth over one stiff nipple and both my breasts in his huge hands, bringing them up together in front of his face makes me moan and I feel freer than ever.

  Knowing it’s only us now.

  We have the whole place to ourselves.

  His feet push my legs apart, and I tilt my head back, moaning louder than ever as he moves one hand between my legs, pushing my pussy lips apart through the panties I have on under another, strategically chosen for this moment.

  I fumble for his crotch, gasping when I realize he’s already freed himself, that he’s rock hard and that this time there’s no hesitation on either side.

  “Now,” I whimper. “I want you to take me now, Ben. Fuck me like I know you want to. Make me yours,” I beg him, the shaking of my voice matched by the shiver in his own breath.

  “Where?” he asks suddenly, firmly.

  I forget Ben doesn’t know this house. I only manage a bobbing of my head, upstairs as he scoops me up in his arms, my naked chest resting against his and his manhood pressing hard against my spine, making me try to work myself onto it on instinct as he carries me up the stairs to my room.

  He seems to know where it is, as though by instinct of his own, and as we stare into each other’s eyes, he asks me just one more time.

  “Tell me this is what you want Sophie, because I can’t live another second without being inside you and I hope you need me as much as I want you. Not just right now, but always.”

  I hear myself whimper, but he insists, “Tell me! Tell me it’s what you want. Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I want you, Ben, you know I do. Take me now, make me yours and I’ll be yours forever,” I gasp, feeling us both falling back onto my bed effortlessly as we arrive there by some crazy sort of magic.

  Like fate.

  Like I’ve dreamt this a thousand times before and now it’s finally real.

  My legs open and I feel his between mine, thicker and even hotter as they press against me.

  “We’re made to fit, just like this,” he murmurs, and I reach down, pulling my panties to one side, urging for him to get inside me.

  But he stops.

  Calmly and slowly he undresses me and himself while maintaining the same insane level of arousal we both share.

  I swear to myself, as soon as he touches me down there I’ll burst, but each touch of his hands becomes gentler as if he’s guiding me to something bigger.

  Something special.

  More special than anything else, he tells me. He gives a voice to this feeling between us.

  “I do love you, Sophie. I need you to know how much I want you… how much I love you.”

  I repeat the same last three words as he says them, dissolving his whole body against mine as I lean back to open myself for him.

  I thought I’d be nervous, scared even. But like everything else with Ben so far, whenever he’s here with me it’s perfect.

  It’s only in my mind when I’m by myself that I tend to worry. I think being a cop’s daughter might have something to do with that too.

  I’m trembling to have Ben inside me, but he takes his time to run his hands over every inch of me, telling me how beautiful I am and making me blush.

  “It’s true though,” he says again, lifting my chin up so our faces meet. “You’ve seen the effect you have on me, Sophie. It’s not just my imagination. You’re incredible.”

  My own hands explore him too, and I feel like I’m dreaming as I map Ben’s lines of rippling muscle and hardness compared to my own thick softness, but again that’s something Ben tells me he loves.

  “You’re so soft, smooth and just the right fit, Sophie.”

  I have to agree though. He’s a big man, and any skinny girl would just get lost underneath him, but we fit together snug like we really are made for each other in every way.

  It’s time.

  And without any words, I simply hook my arms around his neck and he lowers himself all the way down, slowly guiding himself into me.

  I’m so wet, and he’s so hard that like everything else, it just fits. Everything finding its place naturally.

  “My god, you feel so good,” he exclaims. I can feel his smooth head starting to twitch against my own quivering hole, which I’m trying to relax for him but it feels like I’m about to come again already.

  With one of his strong hands, which I feel brush against the inside of my thigh, he holds himself fully erect and circles my wetness, gradually easing himself in so slowly I start to wonder just how much of him there is.

  There’s a little extra tightness that I feel, and he slows down, giving me all the time I need before he’s all the way inside, and we both let out such a sound that if we were anywhere else I’d swear there were two wild animals in the house.

  I flex on his thickness, uncontrollably at first, and he responds with definite and firm pulses as he tenses inside me, getting me used to his size until I don’t feel like I can’t control it anymore.

  Before long, we both find a rhythm and a pace that we both love.

  Ben shaking his head to himself, smiling so hard I think his face will split, but I know I’m wearing the same, mad grin as I grip him tighter and he pushes in and out, harder and faster.

  We move like that for what feels like hours, with Ben showing no signs of slowing until he senses my own climax approaching.

  It’s as if he’s held his own back, and he asks me between feverish breaths.

  No, he tells me.

  “I wanna put our babies inside you, Sophie. Tell me you want that too? I wanna fill you up and then fuck you, again and again, tonight, over and over until we both watch the sunrise.”

  I grip him tighter and hooking my legs around him, I can only whimper and nod, trying to say something, but he knows my answer is yes.

  It’ll always be yes with Ben.

  I thought Ben was
a master with his tongue, with his hands and his mouth. But when I feel him moving to climax inside me, at the same moment I releases mine, I feel him reaching me in a new place. Somewhere deeper than inside.

  I feel like he’s touched my soul and there’s the sensation of the two of us becoming one single, bright light that I know will burn inside both of us forever from now on.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ben

  True to my word, and grateful for the time alone together, Sophie and I have a magical first night alone.

  I might not have made love to her as much as I’d have liked, but there’s time for that. We did watch the sunrise together though, and although a little tender, Sophie did her best to feed my appetite for her.

  I’m not a neat freak, as I said. But apparently, her dad is, so my offer to make us both breakfast got the kind of reaction I wasn’t really hoping for.

  We enjoy an order in breakfast instead, which suits me fine. Gives me more time to just hold her and stroke her hair, tell her everything I want to as I make sure she understands again just how much she means to me.

  She’s mine now.

  As the sun gets higher, it’s as though the darkness of the outside world I’ve tried to block out starts to creep in, all seeming to claw it’s way to her dad’s house.

  We don’t mention it, not at first. But there’s an elephant in the room and one of its faces is the De Falco family, not to mention the entire legal system and justice department I’ve just given the slip by taking off from a secure, federally protected safe house.

  Sophie doesn’t say a word, sticking to simpler things and making me feel how I must make her feel when she gets so shy, wanting to see and touch me all over.

  It’s not a problem for me really though, and when it’s about to result in us heading back to her bed, the house phone rings, and I register the sudden change in her.

  In a split second, she’s gone from fun-loving to almost terrified.

  I rub her shoulder, telling her she doesn’t have to answer the phone, that we can go someplace else if she wants to.

  She shakes her head in the negative.