THE MAFIA PRINCE 1/2

The music pulsed, a heavy thump against my ribs. Smoke hung thick in the air, stinging my eyes. I nursed my cranberry juice, the sickly sweet taste doing little to cut through the general sense of unease. Bars weren't my scene. Too loud, too many bodies, too much… everything.

“You look like a lost puppy.” Mark’s voice cut through the din. He grinned, already flushed with alcohol and exertion from the dance floor. “Loosen up, Jay! It’s our last hurrah before graduation.”

“I’m good,” I mumbled, taking another sip. “You guys have fun.”

He clapped me on the shoulder, the force of it almost knocking me off my stool. “Suit yourself. But don’t say we didn’t try.”

And just like that, I was alone. Surrounded by a sea of sweaty bodies, flashing lights, and booming bass, yet utterly alone. I watched Mark and Sarah disappear into the crowd, their laughter swallowed by the noise. I sighed, fiddling with the straw in my glass. Maybe I should have just stayed home.

“Mind if I join you?”

The voice was low, a rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floor. I looked up, and my breath hitched. He was tall, easily over six feet, with broad shoulders that strained against the fabric of his dark shirt. His jaw was sharp, his eyes a startling shade of grey that seemed to pierce right through me. He was handsome. Dangerously so.

I swallowed hard. “Uh, sure.”

He slid onto the stool next to me, his movements fluid and graceful despite his size. He signaled to the bartender, ordering a whiskey neat. “Rough night?” he asked, turning his attention back to me.

“You could say that,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks flush. “Not really a bar person.”

A ghost of a smile played on his lips. “I can tell. You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

“Pretty much,” I agreed.

“Kade,” he said, extending a hand. His grip was firm, sending a jolt of electricity through my arm.

“Jay,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“So, Jay,” he drawled, leaning closer. “What does someone like you do for fun?”

I shrugged, suddenly finding it hard to meet his gaze. “Read. Watch movies. Hang out with friends… when they’re not abandoning me in bars.”

He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I wouldn’t abandon you.” His eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, the noise of the bar faded away. It was just him and me, caught in the intensity of his gaze.

“Is that a promise?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

“Definitely a promise,” he said, his voice husky. He took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tell me, Jay, what kind of movies do you like?”

We talked for what felt like hours. He listened intently as I rambled on about my favorite genres, my voice growing more confident with each passing minute. He asked questions, drawing me out, making me feel like I was the only person in the room. He, in turn, told me little about himself, only that he was finishing up some business and would be graduating soon too. The mystery only added to his allure.

He ordered another round of drinks. This time, I didn’t stick to juice. The alcohol loosened my inhibitions, making me bolder, more daring. I found myself laughing at his jokes, flirting back without even realizing it.

“You know,” I said, leaning closer to him, “for someone who doesn’t like bars, I’m actually having a pretty good time.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Is that because of me?”

“Maybe,” I admitted, batting my eyelashes playfully.

He chuckled, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. His touch sent a jolt through me, making my heart race. “I think it is.”

The music seemed to swell, the bass vibrating through my very bones. I could feel the heat radiating off Kade’s body, the scent of his cologne filling my senses. It was intoxicating.

I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the music, maybe it was just the sheer magnetism of Kade himself. But suddenly, I couldn’t resist anymore. I reached out, cupping his face in my hands, and pulled him in for a kiss.

His lips were soft, surprisingly gentle. He tasted of whiskey and mint, a heady combination that made my head spin. I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the outline of his lips, begging for entrance. He groaned softly, opening his mouth to me.

Our tongues met, dancing and twining together in a slow, sensual rhythm. I could feel his hands on my waist, pulling me closer, molding my body against his. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, until I was breathless and trembling.

I pulled away, gasping for air. Kade’s eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving. “Wow,” I managed to say, my voice shaky.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice rough. “Wow.”

He didn’t say anything else. He just took my hand and led me out of the bar.

The night air was cool against my flushed skin. Kade led me to a sleek, black car parked a few blocks away. He opened the door for me, and I slid inside, my heart pounding in my chest.

He got in beside me, starting the engine. The car purred to life, the sound a low, menacing growl. He glanced at me, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Where to?”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I knew what I wanted. I wanted him. I wanted to feel his hands on my body, his lips on my skin. I wanted to lose myself in the intensity of his touch.

“Your place,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, stepping on the gas. The car sped through the city streets, the lights blurring into streaks of color. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, my body tingling with anticipation.

We arrived at a modern apartment building overlooking the city. The lobby was sleek and minimalist, all glass and steel. Kade led me to the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse.

The doors opened onto a spacious living room, decorated in shades of grey and black. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, the glittering lights spread out like a carpet at our feet.

He didn’t say a word. He just turned to me, his eyes burning with desire. He reached out, cupping my face in his hands, and kissed me again.

This time, there was no gentleness, no hesitation. His kiss was raw, primal, demanding. He pushed me back against the door, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the hardness of his erection against my stomach, sending a jolt of heat through my veins.

I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I wanted him, needed him, more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He trailed his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin. I arched my back, giving him better access.

“Kade,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark with passion. “Tell me what you want, Jay.”

I hesitated for a moment, suddenly shy. But the look in his eyes spurred me on. “I want you,” I said, my voice barely audible. “I want you to fuck me.”

A slow smile spread across his face. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carried me to the bedroom.

The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of the city lights. He laid me gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached for my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, his fingers brushing against my skin.

I shivered, my nipples hardening with anticipation. He pulled the shirt off, tossing it to the floor. He ran his hands over my chest, his thumbs teasing my nipples.

I moaned, arching my back against the bed. “Please,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckled, leaning down to suckle at my breast. His teeth grazed my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I gripped his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more.

He moved down my body, kissing and licking his way down my stomach. He reached for my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. He pulled my pants down, revealing my throbbing cock.

He took me in his mouth, his tongue swirling around my head. I gasped, my hips bucking against his face. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable.

“Kade,” I moaned, my voice cracking. “I’m going to cum.”

He didn’t stop. He just sucked harder, his tongue driving me wild. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.

A moment later, I exploded in his mouth, my body convulsing with pleasure. He swallowed my cum, his eyes never leaving mine.

He stood up, stripping off his own clothes. His body was even more impressive than I had imagined. He was all muscle and sinew, his cock thick and hard.

I reached out, stroking him with my hand. He groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure.

“You feel so good, Jay,” he said, his voice rough.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling me. He reached for my ass, spreading my cheeks wide. He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock throbbing against my hole.

I gasped, bracing myself for the pain. He pushed forward, slowly, carefully. I clenched my teeth, trying to control my breathing.

He was halfway in when I cried out, the pain sharp and intense. He paused, waiting for me to adjust.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Yeah,” I managed to say, my voice shaky. “Just… keep going.”

He nodded, pushing forward again. This time, the pain was less intense, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure. He filled me completely, stretching me to my limit.

I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He started to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

I matched his rhythm, my hips bucking against his. The pleasure was overwhelming, building with each thrust.

“Kade,” I moaned, my voice raw with desire. “I’m going to cum again.”

He thrust harder, his body slick with sweat. He reached down, stroking my cock with his hand.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. A moment later, I exploded again, my body convulsing with pleasure.

He kept thrusting, his movements growing more frantic. He groaned, his body tensing.

“I’m going to cum, Jay,” he said, his voice ragged.

He thrust one last time, then collapsed on top of me, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He pumped his cum deep inside me.

We lay there for a long time, catching our breath, our bodies intertwined. The city lights twinkled outside the window, casting a soft glow on our naked bodies.

Finally, he rolled off me, lying on his back beside me. He reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Wow,” I said, my voice still shaky.

He chuckled, turning to look at me. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Wow.”

He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and secure.

“I’m glad I met you, Jay,” he said, his voice soft.

“Me too, Kade,” I replied, closing my eyes.

I drifted off to sleep, feeling more content than I had ever felt in my life.

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Kade was gone.

I sat up, my heart sinking. Was it all a dream? Had I imagined the whole thing?

I looked around the room, searching for some sign that it had actually happened. My clothes were scattered on the floor, a testament to our passion. The sheets were tangled and damp with sweat and cum.

It had been real.

I got out of bed, feeling a strange mix of disappointment and elation. I was disappointed that Kade was gone, but elated that I had experienced something so intense, so unforgettable.

I found a note on the nightstand. It was written in Kade’s handwriting, simple and to the point.

“I had to leave. I’ll be in touch. – K.”

I smiled, relief flooding through me. He hadn’t forgotten about me. He would be in touch.

I got dressed, feeling a renewed sense of confidence. I walked out of the apartment, ready to face whatever the day might bring.

As I stepped out onto the street, I couldn’t help but wonder what Kade was up to. What kind of “business” did he have to take care of? And what did he mean by “I’ll be in touch”?

I had a feeling that my life was about to change in ways I couldn’t even imagine.

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