Maid for the Mafia

\*\*ROMANY\*\*

"Jesus Christ," Alex moans, and I feel him twitching inside of me, stilling himself as if he can't bear to move an inch.

My center is so full, so stretched, and the feeling _so_ intense that my hands claw the sheets and my body trembles with pleasure. I'm going to come again and I'm going to come again soon._

"Oh my God," I cry out and Tiny continue to plunge inside of me, stroking something deep, and forbidden at my core. "Fuck yes!" I scream as another wave of all consuming pleasure hits me and I shiver and quake between two men.

My whimper of desire causes a frenzy of movement. Alex begins to thrust in and out of my ring, barreling me toward and explosion of starlight. Tiny jerks beneath me, growling out his climax as he pumps his final thrusts. His hands go into my hair and he pulls my mouth onto his, kissing me deeply and moaning against my tongue. "Fuck baby girl. You're so fucking perfect," he rasps.

Mickey steps forward next, his sharp green gaze bright with heat. Obsessive hunger burns in his gaze as he watches me. Approaching the head of the bed and taking Damien's place at my mouth, he slides his hands forward under my body, squeezing my breasts roughly.

"Open up, doll," he orders. "I want you to taste me."

And I do...

We go on like this for the next three hours. All four men worship me equally, gifting me orgasm after orgasm before I finally collapse in a heap of sweat. My body quivers with the aftermath of the best damned sex I've ever had and although it was everything I never thought I wanted, I don't know if I could ever handle something like it again. It was an extreme overload of erotic sensations. Paramount bliss. But it was also fucking tiring, and I'm going to be more than a little sore because of it.

I've never shared myself so completely before.

Nor have I ever felt as powerful.

Suddenly, I remember the cameras and say, "I want to watch myself tomorrow. I want to see myself on the big screen."

Alex's voice finds me in the darkness of my stupor. "What makes you think I was recording this?"

O snicker, I can't help myself. "I know you did because you're Alex DeMarco and _you_ do fucked up shit."

"Not sure how I should feel about that," he replies coarsely.

"Am I right? Did you record it?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Alex chimes and I chuckle. "But not for anyone but us. No one else will ever see it if you don't want them to, angel. You're in charge."

"Hmm," I mumble. "I like the sound of that. Even if it is bullshit."

A chorus of laughter dances about the room and I soon find myself on the edge of passing out.

A year ago, even the suggestion of doing something like this would have had me running for the hills, or buying a chastity belt. But now... now it not only lights a fire in my core, but in my chest. I _loved every single little thing they did to me in this room and I refuse to regret a single moment of it. These men are perfect and the way they regard me is somewhere between fantasy and love... And I can deal with that. In fact, it kind of makes me smile.

"I want to sleep right here," I whisper, my eyes falling closed. "With all of you."

A dark chuckle sounds in my ear as Damien stretches out next to me. "Anything for you, baby." His good arm shifts beneath my frame and I don't even notice when he lifts me into his arms and washes me with a warm rag he got from God knows where. The rest of them scurry around the room, changing out the bedding. Exhaustion weighs on my eyes, they are so heavy that I can hardly even see. Suddenly, the black walls around me make a bit more sense. They create a dominant atmosphere, pushing me toward sleep. Pushing me toward relaxation and bliss. When Damien lays me back down, the covers are fresh and dry and heavy with the scent of lavender detergent. The bed dips on all sides as my princes surround me, draping me in a heavy velvet covering and encompassing me with warmth.

"All hail the queen," Tiny jokes from his place on the bed, which is unfortunately too far away for me to reach. "I'm no queen," I whisper as I blush.

"You most definitely are," Mickey says, his voice drowsy and seemingly faraway.

"A queen and an angel," Alex murmurs, his voice much louder than the rest and right next to my ear. A moment later his lips meet mine for a kiss, and it is so soft and so tender, that I almost think I imagined it. "My dirty little angel." "Alex," I whisper, my hand tracing up and over his chest to stroke his jawline. "You're nothing like I expected." I open my eyes, wanting to see his face. _Needing to see the green of his eyes when I mouth the words, "I love you." He inhales sharply, his eyes heating with instant desire and I feel his cock stir against my waist. Smiling, I shake my head at him and say, "No more for tonight. As it is, I don't think I'll walk straight for a week."

That statement earns a quick laugh as he smiles back at me, studying me with the strangest vulnerability in his gaze. Turning his face to place a kiss on my open palm, he whispers, "This is your home now, Romany. You'll never be alone again." Then he closes his eyes and rests his head.

My eyes go wide as the four of them fall asleep all around me, their soft snores carrying into the night. I needed this time with my four favorite men. Just in case I leave tomorrow and never return. Just in case Santos is as evil as everyone says he is and somehow tricks me into making the biggest mistake of my life. If I get stuck out there with no hope of escape, I'd like to believe that these very same men will come looking for me. I'd like to think that... maybe... they won't want to live another day without me in it.

Because... that's how I feel about them.

Alex, Damien, Tiny, Mickey... all of them. They're mine.

And I... am theirs.