Bad Men: (Dark *M/F/M* Mafia Romance), page 10
“I have things to do.”
It was hard not to feel a stab of disappointment at the rebuff but I forced a small smile and nodded. “Okay, thanks for the ride.”
Not waiting for a response, I pushed open my door and rolled out. The sticky, muggy air clung to my skin, weighing down my hair and making my uniform rub uncomfortable against me. I adjusted the strap of my bag, closed the car door and sprinted towards the opposite side of the street without glancing back.
At my house, I let myself in. My coat and purse were snagged on the pegs. I kicked out of my shoes and padded to the kitchen through a thick wall of darkness. I didn’t bother with lights until the carpet under my feet turned to linoleum and my hand drifted to the switch on the inside wall.
Dull light flooded the cramped space, highlighting the clean counters, the empty sink, the old appliances. Its familiar neatness brought a sense of comfort to me as I moved to the fridge and pulled out a container of leftover pasta, tomato, and meat. I didn’t bother with a bowl when tossing it into the microwave and hitting heat. I ate standing over the sink, watching my tired reflection in the dark pane of glass overlooking the backyard.
I thought of Davien sneaking into my room the night before without prompting but leaving before I even had a chance to catch my breath. Then Nero who had refused entirely to come in at all. I was probably reading too much into it. I had to remind myself that we weren’t dating. This wasn’t a relationship. I agreed to fuck them, that’s it. That was all we could ever have. I had to remember that. Catching even more feelings would only end badly for me when they grew bored and decided they weren’t getting enough from me. I couldn’t expect them to want one woman between them forever. That was crazy.
But the idea of them replacing me with another woman had my appetite vanishing. The few bites I’d managed to swallow down turned to ash in my stomach. I had to seal up the rest and set it in the fridge once more. I rinsed my fork, grabbed a glass of water and made my way up to my room.
I shut the door, placed the drink on my dresser and reached for the zipper on my dress.
The hand shot out of the dark and clapped over my mouth. My scream hit a lump of fabric that smelled of blood and Polysporin.
“Quiet!” a voice hissed into my ear, right before I was spun around and slammed into the door.
My terror dissolved the moment I found myself staring up into Nero’s face. My body relaxed even while my heart continued to race.
“You scared me!” I gasped, hand coming up to press into my chest. “You could have just said something.” Not waiting for his answer, I went up on my toes and kissed him lightly. “But I’m glad you changed your mind about coming in.”
He shoved me back, hitting me into the door again. I stared up into a face I could barely make out in the darkness and wondered why he hadn’t kissed me back.
“Nero?”
His hand closed around my throat, his fingers firm but not crushing. I knew he could feel my pulse hammering but I didn’t stop him. I had zero doubt in my mind he wouldn’t hurt me. Why would he? Whatever he was doing, I trusted him.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, needing to taste his mouth.
A fraction of a second passed before he replied, “Where?”
My heart leapt. My pussy clenched as if volunteering.
“Lips,” I panted.
His head dropped and I eagerly welcomed the fusion of our mouths. I moaned into his skin. My fingers slipped up his chest to curl into the lapel of his coat and drew him closer.
“Fuck me, Nero,” I breathed against his mouth. “Please?”
His body gave a shudder in my arms. His kiss became bruising, crushing before he tore away and took several steps back. Something heavy and metal was placed on the nightstand.
“Get on the bed.”
I scrambled past him, fingers fumbling for the zipper of my uniform. I was stepping out of the dress when he grabbed my arm. In two powerful motions, he tore my panties off then my bra. The snaps of fabric ripping away cut into my skin, leaving marks, but all my brain could register was how hot it made me.
With a push, he sent me sprawling across the mattress. The springs jingled under the assault. I gasped, but it was silence by the hands shackling around my ankles. I was wrenched violently forward and spread for him.
I probably should have been terrified. He was being so rough, but I liked it. I liked that touch of pain, the sliver of fear. I liked being manhandled into submission. The violence thrilled me, had my soaked to the point of agony.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “I’m already so close.”
He chucked off his coat, then his top. His jeans quickly followed until he was naked and hard standing before me. His cock bobbed against his midsection, proud and ready to put an end to my suffering.
I spread wide and reached for the inferno between my thighs. He watched me tease the slippery knot. A few more flicks and it would come undone.
“Nero…” I panted.
He vanished from sight, dropping to his knees between my legs. I had no time to register when he lapped at my core with the flat surface of his tongue. The single sweep ripped my hips off the mattress. My fingers plunged into his hair, holding him to me. A sound between a snarl and a groan vibrated up my throat and I fought to keep it trapped between my gritted teeth.
He didn’t let me cum.
I was seconds away from that glorious cliff when he pulled back and rose. I watched, on the brink of insanity while he located his jeans and fished out his wallet. There was no need to ask what he was looking for. The crinkle of foil was enough of an indicator for me to wiggle over to the nightstand and snap on the light. The dull glow painted shadows throughout the room, but cast a harsh halo over the sleek, black gun on the table. I had just enough time to realize that was the item he’d set aside earlier when he caught me and pulled me to him.
“Can I be on top?” I asked.
“It’ll be harder,” he said. “For you.”
I nodded. “I know. I mean, I figured, but I’d like to try.”
Nero studied my upturned face a long moment before sitting himself down on my bed. His large hands guided me over his legs, over the monstrous cock straining up towards me. It probably wasn’t monstrous, an average seven inches, but it appeared massive now that the time had come.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured into the shoulder he was littering kisses across.
I swallowed audibly and forced a chuckle. “I’m a bit nervous,” I confessed. “Davien assured me it would fit, but kneeling over it, it’s seems a little impossible.”
“He’ll fit,” Nero assured me without hesitation. His lips had found their way to my chin. “He was made for you, made to be inside you.”
The impact those words had on me was all the conviction my vagina needed to see this happen.
I lowered my hips. Nero reached between our bodies and held himself steady, held himself in position. The thick, purple head covered in a thin rubber settled against my opening. I nudged down on it, hoping it would just slip in like it did in porn. But it caught.
“Am … am I not in the right spot?”
“You are. You have to push down.”
“I am.” I wiggled my hips in indication. “It won’t go in.”
He kissed my throat and traveled upward towards my mouth. “Do you trust me?”
That was an odd question. I’d only known him two days, and both times, he’d gotten me naked. But I did trust him to some degree. I was actively trying to get him inside me. That warranted some trust, didn’t it?
“Yes,” I decided.
He snorted what could have been mistaken for a chuckle. “Took you long enough.”
“I had to think about it,” I stated briskly. “You’re still virtually a stranger to me. I don’t even know—”
The arms he’d banded around my waist yanked me down with an unexpected and vicious pull. That single motion drove him high up inside me, tearing an unfamiliar surge of pain and pleasure all the way up my spine. I may have cried out, I couldn’t be sure over the shock of having a man stretching my body apart. He also captured the sound with his mouth, muffling it, swallowing it until there was nothing but my whimpers of disbelief.
“Nero...”
“Shh,” he whispered into my shoulder. “Give it a minute, but the worst part is over.”
The worst part was over. I was no longer a virgin. I had a penis inside me.
That brought on a whole new reality, a crackling new sensation as my body became aware of the object nestled to the hilt inside me. It was stretching my walls, making itself at home in a place no one else had ever been.
“You’re inside me,” I breathed, marveling at the prospect.
“I am,” he confirmed, tipping his head back so we were eye to eye.
I lifted my hips, just slightly, just enough to pull myself up the shaft. The motion was painful, my channel too sensitive.
“It hurts,” I whispered, struggling not to move anymore in fear of causing myself further discomfort.
“Hold on.”
In a fluid sweep, he twisted us over without dislodging the cock still buried halfway inside me. I was placed on my back with him seated between my legs. For a moment, he didn’t move, his gaze fixed on the spot we were joined.
“What?”
He shook his head. “My cock stretching your tight little hole...” His gaze drifted upwards slowly until I was caught in their hungry crosshairs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this fucking hot.”
I shivered at the gravelly purr of his voice. The muscle encasing him clenched and the bad man everyone was terrified of groaned.
“Fuck yes!” he rasped, eyes on our midsection once more. “You’re finally mine, baby girl. You and this hungry little cunt.”
When he forced himself back in, there was no pain, only the slippery suck of my walls greeting him home. Whatever lingering discomfort remained was overshadowed by the look of sheer animalistic pleasure darkening his face, curling back his lips over his teeth, darkening his eyes. The fingers at my hips bit into flesh, leaving bruises as reminders of how much he needed this, needed to be inside me, needed to fuck us both into unconsciousness. But he held back. I knew he was. Despite his grip, there was tension running up his arms, a restrain that coiled across his shoulders; he was trying not to hurt me. He was giving me a chance to get used to him.
“Faster,” I whispered, circling my legs around his waist and pulling him over me. “I want to feel you.”
That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. The weight of him pressing down on me would have been suffocating, but then he was moving, driving his hips up hard against mine. The slab of man inside me matched his pumps, slamming up and pulling back in the same rhythmic motion.
I couldn’t breathe. I clung to the man wrecking my bed with clawed fingers gouging into the hard muscles of his back. The heels of my feet dug into the flexing globes of his ass, urging him in deeper with every thrust.
“Don’t stop!” I pleaded.
Nero’s arms shot out and his hands closed around the railings along the footboard of my bed. The frame creaked with every brutal plunge, matching the violent slap of skin as our bodies raced the other to the finish line.
“Nero!” His name was the only warning I gave him to the utter collapse of my world.
He was there, capturing my mouth, stifling my scream with his own vicious snarl. His entire body shuddered, amplifying the heat I felt rushing between my thighs. I caught him when he slumped forward. I littered his neck and shoulder with kisses and was rewarded by the snuggle of his face against my throat. I stroked the welts I left down his back, secretly pleased with myself.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
He raised his head and peered down at me. His hands smoothed away strands of hair from my eyes.
“You okay?”
I nodded, unable to contain my grin. “I think I may have lost feeling in my toes for a minute there, but ... I think I’ll live. How are you?”
His back lifted under my hands with his deep inhale. “Kicking myself for not bringing more condoms.”
The indication made me giggle. “I might be able to hunt a few down from my parent’s bathroom.”
Nero raised an eyebrow. “A few?”
I lifted one shoulder innocently. “Unless once is your limit?”
His eyes narrowed even as they glimmered with amusement. “Davien was right, you are going to be the death of us.”
My answer was the threading of my fingers through his hair and the lazy capture of his mouth with mine.
“Again, Nero. Fuck me again.”
Chapter Eight — Davien
“You came home late last night.”
Nero stumbled into the kitchen, looking the worst I’d ever seen the guy. There were deep wrinkles all across his clothes, clothes he’d been wearing the day before and apparently gone to bed in. His hair, normally brushed back was in tangles around a haggard face. And he smelled of sex. Lots of sex. He reeked of it.
He pulled open the fridge and yanked out a water bottle. I watched with amusement as he chugged down half of it. He gasped and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.
“Long night,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his eyes and down the dark stubble coating his jaw. “Feel like I could sleep forever.”
I didn’t need to ask where he’d been or with whom.
“How was she?” I asked instead, biting back my grin.
He started back in the direction of his bedroom.
“Exhausting,” was the last thing I heard before the bedroom door shut behind him.
I snickered to myself. It served him right. He’d thought I was exaggerating. Mia was an animal. Taking her on alone was suicide. Granted, a really hot, really fulfilling kind of suicide, but still a suicide. She was going to kill a man, I just knew it. No one alive was going to be able to keep up with her, not without some serious chemical help. She needed her own haram, a line of virile and horny men to fuck her around the clock.
I wasn’t complaining. The passion Mia showed was exhilarating and contagious. It made a man want to keep going, to keep making her come until she passed out. But she was definitely not a one man job. It almost made me wonder if we needed to start seeing her at the same time. That way, at least we could tag each other in when it became too much. I knew that wasn’t always possible and it went against our rule to give each other one on one time with the girl on occasion. Otherwise, it would be an endless orgy. Sad to say, I’d been in many orgies and never walked out feeling like I wanted to crawl into bed for a month.
Setting aside thoughts of Mia and her addictive pussy, I returned to the binder with our count of the monthly pickups. Each of our houses had a solid yellow highlighter streaked through the names. We had never been late, never been short. Our record had always been impeccable.
Until now.
Luis’s request left us in a bad spot. Even with us covering the difference, even with Mia making up for the trouble, we couldn’t highlight the month. We didn’t lie in the book. That was how we tracked people who had shorted us in the past. That year so far, no one had. This would be our first blank slot.
I sighed, oddly disappointed in the sight. I’d always liked Luis. He was a good guy, did well by his family, but I couldn’t fathom what was so much more important than paying what he owed Eduardo. It was just such a risky decision, and he’d never struck me as a stupid guy. I just hoped whatever it was, he wouldn’t do it again. If not for his sake, then Mia’s. Even she wouldn’t be able to save him and it wouldn’t be up to me or Nero to decide his fate.
I closed the book and rubbed a hand over my prickly jaw. Most of my morning was spent counting Eduardo’s money and checking houses off the list. I hadn’t bothered with a shower or pulling a top on over my sweats. It was too hot outside and if I got dressed, I would feel the compulsion to go do something and I couldn’t find energy for that. Sitting in the same clothes I’d gone to bed in was a good deterrent.
The soft click of a door opening at the end of the hall had my head coming up. It was just me and Nero sharing the flat and I’d expected him to be in a coma, not shuffling into the living room as if someone shot his dog.
“Thought you’d be out longer than that,” I said, peeking at my phone sitting on the coffee table next to the open book.
He was silent a moment before closing the last few steps to the armchair. He’d stripped out of the clothes he’d come home in and wore flannel bottoms and a white t-shirt. His feet were bare against the piss colored carpet.
“What’s your deal?”
He met my gaze, his face harboring the same mask he’d worn the afternoon he had to tell me he had to kill Mickie.
I’d liked the guy. We weren’t close like Nero and I, but he’d been fun to hang with, an almost friend. Now, his grave stood as a reminder not to get close to people. I’d stuck by that rule, so that couldn’t be it, unless…
“Did I do something?”
He shook his head. “I did.”
The temporary relief brought on by the knowledge that Eduardo hadn’t put a hit on me vanished at the thought of something happening to Nero. The only thing that came to mind was the job he’d been sent on the night before, but he was one of the best. There was no way he’d screw up a hit.
“Hey, whatever it is, we’ll deal with it, right? What happened?”
He shifted forward, elbows going to his knees. Fingers interlocked under his chin. The knuckles on his injured hand blazed an angry red in the dim light.
“I left my post last night,” he started slowly, talking to the coffee table. “It was for fifteen minutes at most, maybe twenty. You know Ernie’s place is just up the road from Mia’s diner.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded. “You went to see her. I get that. I probably would have done the same.”
Nero nodded but the avoidance of his gaze was beginning to prick at my anxiety.
