Her pov.

Well, fuck me- It was a party day, I don't know who's house it is, who the party guy is. But when we hear a party? We go to the fucking party.

My friends were at my villa, we were all getting ready. Music blasting somewhere around and I felt the need to get laid.

"Oh, I need to fucking get laid." I spoke as I fixed my top and pushing my fuck ass boobs that are big, but good big, not oversized big.

"Shut your virgin ass up, you're not getting fuck."

Sophia said from somewhere while putting on her mascara. Her other hand holding her hair back.

"You keep saying that but I see no one saying rip that pussy."

Jessie comes along her heels clicking against the floor as she grabs a drink from the bottle we got on the vanity.

"Fuck should I know. I don't trust men would fuck me the way I want. I need to lose my v card to someone who fucks like those men in my books."

I shrugged nonchalantly as I pulled up my short skirt and put on a tank top.

"Yeah, yeah. So basically you want a playboy, a dirty talker, kinky who ties you, gags you and spits on you, right?"

Melanie piped in with the widest grin and a perfectly raised eyebrow.

"Fuck, yes. I'm never settling for less." I reply almost immediately that it's fucking concerning.

"Not to mention, territorial, dominant and absolutely possessive."

We continue about going with about my type then we ended up going to the party.

His pov.

It was me, Jake, Chris, and Jeremy. Well, fuck me, we just finished some business, killed a fucked here, beat a fucker there. You know? The usual. It was nothing really, just the typical thing with being a mafia boss.

They mentioned a party, I couldn't care less but hey? Good booze and nice ass. But asses are pretty fucking basic these days.

"I need about two girls and shit ton of weed."

Jeremy started with a cocky smirk as he walked out of the car, hands in his pockets.

"So, the usual?"

I ask with a smirk of my own as I walk to the front door of our club. The guards opened up with few nods and yes bosses.

We walked in and went to a table reserved on the side, few girls here and there and I sighed, tipping my head back.

"God, I need me a good fuck. I feel so pent up."

I muttered and ran a hand over my face as I manspread. When I opened my eyes I looked around and saw a girl by the bar, surrounded with her friends.

Caught my attention would be an understatement.

She's so fucking fine I felt my dick twitch with interest.

Tall brunette hair, curly and natural. Glowy and soft looking. She's tall— too tall for a girl but I'd still have a foot over her because I'm like, six foot eight I think.

Dark skin, and her body is toned, like she goes to the gym every now and then, she was wearing a short skirt too, it was white and some pink crop top and pink boots to match.

How could she even think of such combo? She looks fucking edible. Not done. Dimples that dig into her cheeks making her look adorable. Fuck— my weakness.

And last but not least, that slim ass waist that should be a crime. It could fit in one hand, literally, and that ass? A full hand size as well as her breasts.

"Well, fuck me if I'm not gonna eat her alive."