Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 71: Girlfriends of Mafia?

Chapter 71: Girlfriends of Mafia?

The brothel’s cellar was a cool with the buzzing main floor. The air smelled of wood and whiskey, and the low hum of voices greeted me as I reached them. Jonathan was at the far end, his loud laugh cutting through the chatter, standing with two girls who looked like they’d stepped out of a magazine. I shoved my hands in my jeans pockets, my black t-shirt loose but sticking to my back from the evening heat outside, and made my way over.

Jonathan spotted me before I got halfway, his face splitting into a grin as he waved me over. "Hey, my man Ezra!" he called, his voice booming.

"Good evening," I said, stepping up and clapping my hand against his in our usual handshake, my smile easy despite the weight of the day. "How’s it going?"

"All good, man," he said, leaning back, his beach vibe shirt open. "Set with new clients for today. Big night."

"Ohh, I see," I said, nodding, my eyes flicking to the two girls lounging against a crate, their drinks glinting in the neon light. They were watching me.

Jonathan gestured toward them."Meet the two beauties of the night—Kalina and Raya."

The girls lit up, turning to me with matching smiles.

"Hello, Ezra!" they said in unison, waving like we were old friends. Kalina, the one on the left, wore a silver one-piece dress that hugged her tight, one shoulder bare, the other held up by a single string. The neckline plunged low, showing off her cleavage, and her smooth thighs caught the light, her high heels clicking as she shifted her weight.

Raya, next to her, was all fire in a red dress with a cut-out window over her boobs, paired with shredded denim shorts so short her ass cheeks peeked out. Her long boots stretched up her calves, and she twirled a strand of dark hair, her eyes locked on me.

"Hey," I said, giving them a polite smile, keeping it professional. "Nice to meet you."

Kalina leaned forward, her sultry. "Damn, he looks so hot," she said, her eyes roaming over me like I was something to eat. She bit her lip, her silver dress shimmering as she tilted her head.

"His body’s so fine," Raya added, her lips curling, her gaze lingering on my chest, then lower. She crossed her arms under her boobs, pushing them up through the cut-out, my throat suddenly dry. They were fire, no question—dressed to kill and knowing exactly how to play the room.

"So, you new around here?" I asked them with a smile.

"Oh, we’re just passing through," Kalina said, sipping her drink, her eyes never leaving mine. "Heard this place was fun, and... looks like we were right." She winked, and Raya giggled, nudging her.

Jonathan clapped his hands, breaking the moment. "Alright, that’s it for intros," he said, standing up, smoothing his shirt. "I’ve got other work to handle, so you guys enjoy—wherever, however, as much as you want." He shot me a grin, all teeth.

I nodded, but before he walked off, he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper, his breath warm against my ear.

"Take good care of the ladies," he said, smirking. "Their boyfriends are mafia members." He pulled back, still smiling like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb, and gave me a casual pat on the shoulder.

"You—" I spun toward him, my mouth falling open, eyes wide, but he was already walking away, waving a hand like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Sighhh," I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand down my face, my stomach twisting. Kalina and Raya were still watching me, their smiles sharp and inviting, and I forced a grin, trying to play it cool.

Raya stepped closer, her long boots clicking on the floor, her dark hair swinging as she tilted her head.

"So, Mr. Handsome," she said, her voice low and teasing, "what should we do first, Ezra?" Her hand traced a slow line across my shoulder, her nails grazing the fabric of my black t-shirt, sending a shiver down my spine.

Kalina didn’t wait for an answer. She sauntered over, her high heels loud in the quiet cellar, her silver dress shimmering like liquid. "Should we dance and drink?" she asked, her eyes locked on mind.

I grabbed Kalina’s shoulders, spinning her gently so her back was to me, her ass brushing against my groin as I pulled her close.

"Or, we can drink and dance in private," I said, my voice smoother than I felt, leaning in just enough to let my breath tickle her ear. I moved my hips against her ass, slow and deliberate, matching the faint thump of music leaking from the main floor ahead.

Kalina didn’t miss a beat. She swayed her ass against my dick, her body catching the rhythm, her dress riding up slightly to show more of her thighs.

"Mmm, I like how you think," she murmured, her voice sultry, her head tilting back just enough to brush her hair against my cheek.

My hands slid to her stomach, fingers across the tight fabric, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath. I traced upward, slow and teasing, brushing her boobs, massaging them gently before sliding back down to her thighs, keeping my movements smooth, my groin still pressed against her as we moved together. The place felt smaller, hotter, like the walls were closing in, but I kept my focus, playing the part.

"That sounds like a great idea," Raya whispered, her voice suddenly right at my ear, her breath warm and tickling. She’d slipped behind me, her hands finding my waist, her body swaying in sync with ours.

Her chest pressed against my back, her fingers gripping just tight enough to pull me into her rhythm, sandwiching me between them. The three of us moved like one, a slow, pulsing dance, their giggles mixing with the faint clink of bottles in the background.

Kalina glancing back at me, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted in a way that was all trouble. "Well then Ezra, take us to your heaven."

I chuckled, low and rough. "Let’s see how much fun you can handle then," I said.

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