Taken In Public By The Mafia Police

(Book 3 of Stripped, Pumped, Milked)

By Daisy Rose

 

 

Description

 

Tess struggles to remain normal as the property of the city's most wanted criminal organization, where 'training' includes being taken by six alpha males at the same time. When she is forced to take one last job to cement her loyalty to the Carlos Cartel, her plan for normalcy falls to pieces.

 

She has to infiltrate the police department and be their eyes and ears. Can the mobster's plaything succeed or will she find the key to salvation in something else altogether? What will happen when they find out the truth about her?

 

This standalone short is a dark bdsm tale with spanking, mmmf, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and more.

 

~~~~~ Non-explicit excerpt ~~~~~

 

"What're you looking at?"

 

Dante's voice shocked me into the present and I shot straight up.

 

"Nothing!" I blurted, trying to pretend to be busy twisting the hems of my shirt in my sweating palms.

 

Dante was a little older than me at twenty two. Unlike me, he embraced the life fate had thrown at him altogether. He was massive at six foot four and looked like he was chiseled from stone. Tattoos covered almost every inch of his body, peeking up around the neck of his shirt and stopping just short of his strong jaw line.

 

I gulped, feeling the heat in my belly rise up to my chest. His hazel eyes glared at me, showing little of the compassion and kindness that I had remembered seeing in them as a child.

 

His figure, silhouetted against the light on the other side of the door, blocked my view completely.

 

The sounds of sex vibrated through the thin floorboard, leaving little to the imagination of what I had been peeking at.

 

A wry grin twisted on his perfect features and I shrunk against the wall, hoping it would come alive and swallow me whole. His eyes conveyed a hunger that I had seen earlier in the men a floor below us, a hunger which I had been unprepared for.

 

At eighteen, I had not even been kissed before. It was hard to be in a proper relationship when the only place you can bring the boys back to is a warehouse where drugs and weapons are kept. It was even harder since the men in the gang were unfairly mature and attractive compared to the young men I went to school with.

 

Diego covered the distanced between us in three long strides, slamming the door shut behind him, uncaring of who might be hearing in.

 

Arms wrapped around me and slammed me against the wall, forcing all the air out of my lungs and I gasped as his warm lips caught mine...

 

 

~~~~~ Somewhat-Explicit excerpt ~~~~~

 

"What're you looking at?"

 

Dante's voice shocked me into the present and I shot straight up.

 

"Nothing!" I blurted, trying to pretend to be busy twisting the hems of my shirt in my sweating palms.

 

Dante was a little older than me at twenty two. Unlike me, he embraced the life fate had thrown at him altogether. He was massive at six foot four and looked like he was chiseled from stone. Tattoos covered almost every inch of his body, peeking up around the neck of his shirt and stopping just short of his strong jaw line.

 

I gulped, feeling the heat in my belly rise up to my chest. His hazel eyes glared at me, showing little of the compassion and kindness that I had remembered seeing in them as a child.

 

His figure, silhouetted against the light on the other side of the door, blocked my view completely.

 

The sounds of sex vibrated through the thin floorboard, leaving little to the imagination of what I had been peeking at.

 

"Oh, oh! Oh god! Yes!" the woman screamed, casting away any doubt of her willingness to be in her current position. She was loving every second of it.

 

A wry grin twisted on his perfect features and I shrunk against the wall, hoping it would come alive and swallow me whole. His eyes conveyed a hunger that I had seen earlier in the men a floor below us, a hunger which I had been unprepared for.

 

At eighteen, I had not even been kissed before. It was hard to be in a proper relationship when the only place you can bring the boys back to is a warehouse where drugs and weapons are kept. It was even harder since the men in the gang were unfairly mature and attractive compared to the young men I went to school with.

 

Diego covered the distanced between us in three long strides, slamming the door shut behind him, uncaring of who might be hearing in.

 

Arms wrapped around me and slammed me against the wall, forcing all the air out of my lungs and I gasped as his warm lips caught mine...

 

 

 

Keywords: exhibitionism & voyeurism, sex in public, public humiliation, blackmail, lactation, hucow, MMF, gangbang, spanking, bondage, bdsm, domination and submission