I was so wet down there from all his teasing. I couldn’t stop my body from reacting so much to him and the pleasure that he gave me. I could feel my own slippery wetness on my fingers and knew immediately that he could feel it on his fingers as well.
"You’re so wet. You act all innocent but you’re actually one very horny girl, aren’t you, Malissa?" Hayden hissed in my ear.
"No...I’m..." I began denying his claim.
"Show me...how you pleasure yourself..." he commanded.
"No..." I whispered, helplessly.
"Maybe I’ll use this left hand that I’ve claimed to help you out?" Hayden suggested, wickedly.
"Hayden..." I whispered his name.
"Show me...I want to see you cum," Hayden said, his voice thick with lust.
"It’s...embarrassing..." I whimpered.
"Would you rather use your fingers or...do you actually want a taste of my cock?" Hayden asked, a dangerous glint in his beautiful blue eyes.
Hayden thrusted his hips up against my ass and I could feel his hardness clearly against me. He’s...so big and hard.
"No..." I whispered, pleadingly.
"Then...come on, show me. I’ll help you..." he said.
While I was hesitating, Hayden took hold of my middle finger and guided it to my wet entrance. I felt my own wetness and heat on my finger as he guided my finger to stroke up and down my own wet slit. I moaned when my finger brushed against the sensitive small nub in between my legs. Ahh...my clit is so swollen already.
Hayden watched as another tear drop formed on her long lashes before rolling down her cheek. She was already asleep but sometimes she would still sob a little from her crying from before. Slowly, he reached out his hand and gently touched a lock of her hair, smoothing it away from her forehead and back in place. The look in his eyes as he watched over her was gentle.
What am I doing? If I touch her any more than this, I’ll be dancing to that old man’s tune. If he plans to use this woman to tie me down to the mafia group, he can dream on. No matter what, I’m not taking over this damn mafia group...
Seriously, brother, why did you have to leave me here all alone...
Hayden sighed loudly as he stood up and hoisted Malissa effortlessly into his arms. He carried her gently back to her room and laid her on the bed. After tucking her in and pulling the blanket over her, he silently left the room.
...
**Earlier that day**
"You wanted to see me?" Hayden said, clearly dreading this meeting with his father.
Hayden plopped down on the sofa opposite where his father was seated. His face showed his annoyance, and he wasn’t bothered to hide it.
"I’m sure you know why I’ve called you here," his father said.
"No, I don’t..." Hayden said stubbornly.
"If you’re going to play dumb then I’ll just get straight to the point. When are you going to marry Malissa?" the boss asked, his eyes merciless.
"I told you before. I don’t want to marry her. If I marry anyone, it will be Amelia," Hayden stated firmly.
"Stop playing this selfish game with me. Marry Amelia?! Impossible!" the boss shouted.
--To be continued...