Never Love a Hitman (The Carlotta Family Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  “Please, pussycat. Lock your door. How do you think I would feel if something were to happen to you? Huh? It’s bad enough you work until who-knows-when in the night but you’re coming home to an unguarded place!”

  “What do you want from me?” I demand letting all my frustrations out on him. I scream the words and poke my finger into his hard chest. The high priced button-down shirt he wears feels good against the pad of my finger. God damn it, why can’t he be ugly?

  He closes the distance between us lifting me up around the waist. I’m in the air in seconds with my over aroused body now being cooled by the air conditioner. I wrap my hands in his hair holding him closer to my neck. His mouth latches onto my beating pulse in my neck.

  I let out a groan of arousal just as his hands slide down to my ass to rub my hungry cleft with his dick.

  “You will do what I ask you to do, pussycat,” it's not a question. Not a statement. More like an order.

  Victor

  “Why the fuck is she not answering her phone?” I ask no one in particular.

  Sal’s rolling his eyes. “These women who aren’t from the life don’t know how to be in the life.”

  I glare at him. “You’ve never met her! You don’t know anything about her.”

  I’m feeling defensive over her and everyone can tell I’m losing it. It’s been two days since I have spoke to her and I’m already becoming a fiend.

  Everything about the woman relaxes me and makes me feel as if I can go straight. Would a woman like that want a hitman as a husband? No, she probably wants a tax lawyer or something.

  Fuck! She’s got me all twisted up inside and I don’t know which way is up.

  “Maybe she’s busy. You said she’s a doctor at the hospital, right?” Sammy asks with his eyebrows raised.

  This smug bastard. “She’s a doctor in the emergency room. However, who works a forty-eight hour shift? That’s some slave labor shit right there!”

  “Are we really going to sit around and talk about some pussy Victor is fucking?” Sal asks us.

  My blood boils. Fuck. There’s not a damn thing I can do about it because none of these guys will respect her until I take a step in the right direction. By taking a step in the right direction, we are cementing our relationship.

  Each step I take with her will lead her closer to the dark truth. Am I ready for her to find out how I make my money? Am I ready for her to find out everything about me?

  *

  The minute I saw Calista standing in the doorway wearing a towel and her hair soaking wet, I knew without a shadow of a doubt she’s the one for me.

  Now that I have her in my arms, it's time to make her feel what being mine is all about.

  Leaning her against the wall, I pin her to it not letting her escape. She wraps her long legs around my waist and pulls me tighter against her core. She’s hot and wet, I can feel it through my pants.

  “Fighting with me turn you on, pussycat?” I taunt with her pulse beating in my mouth. I love smelling her neck. Everything about her screams badass woman but her neck reminds me how vulnerable she is.

  “Everything about you turns me on. Is it wrong if I tell you I missed you?” She murmurs.

  Taking my mouth off her neck, I look at her innocent face. Without the makeup on and her hair starting to dry wavy, she looks free and fresh. The perfect woman.

  “Why would it be wrong?” I question her as I pepper kisses all along her jaw.

  She moans. “Because… I don’t know what I am to you,” she relies desperately.

  “You are my everything, pussycat.”

  “Make love to me and stay the night?”

  “Yes.”

  Holding her body close to mine, I walk us down the hallway to her room. Her bed is huge and inviting looking. I lay her down gently on the bed before undressing in front of her. Calista’s eyes are greedy as she watches me get undressed. I love the want in her eyes.

  I’m holding my hard dick in my hand as I stand in view of her. She licks her lips only making me harder.

  “Get over here,” I demand and she scurries off the bed. In seconds, she’s on her knees in front of me looking at my dick as a hungry woman. My woman.

  She wraps her hand around my dick but I stop her. “Just so we’re clear. From here on out, you’re mine. Everything about you in my business. I’m a jealous mother fucker. You need to remember that. I’m possessive but I will never let you forget how much you mean to me. You got it?”

  “Yes, Victor.”

  Her lips take me into the back of her throat instantly. The velvet sweeps of her mouth make my balls tighten even more. “Damn,” I murmur. She starts to shuttle her mouth over my dick with her hand working in tandem. The little minx knows how to get me on the edge real quick.

  I stick my fingers through her wet strands of hair to hold onto something. The woman is good at this.

  Just as I’m about to come, I push her on her back on the floor. She’s laid out in front of me like a buffet.

  My eyes gaze down her body until I see the glistening arousal between her thighs. “Open your legs for me,” I command and watch as she does it. “Stick your fingers inside your pussy showing me what you want me to do to you.”

  “Uh,” she stutters.

  “No reason to be nervous, pussycat. It's just you and me.”

  “Okay…”

  Her little hand travels down her body until it stops right above her lower stomach. She’s flirting with the idea of touching herself in front of me but she needs to be comfortable with her body.

  “Calista, you are a beautiful woman. Do it.”

  And with that, her little fingers began fucking her tight pussy like a pro. I knew she could do it. “Add another finger,” I tell her.

  Calista adds a second finger and I see her pussy muscles stretch to accommodate the extra finger. “This feels so good,” she mumbles.

  “Pretend it's me fucking your beautiful pussy, pussycat. Pretend it's me making you feel this good.”

  “I always pretend it's you, Victor, always!”

  The desperation in her voice makes me lose my mind. I’m swatting her hand out of the way and seating myself between her luscious thighs. She’s hot, wet and tight. Her little pussy squeezes and flutters around my dick. I begin to pump myself deeper and deeper inside of her until she’s begging me to go faster because she needs to come.

  “Please! Please! I need to come!”

  “We do it together!” I bark. My dick’s pumping harder and faster with sweat beading off my brow. I’m ready to blow, especially after the blow job, it's only a matter of time before I lose all my strength and bury my seed deep inside her.

  “Please!”

  My hips piston against her thighs, I lean over her torso to suck a nipple inside my mouth, nibbling on the sensitive nub. Unbelievably, she tightens her muscles around me even more. “You’re a bad girl. Trying to make me come so you can?”

  She whines. Calista’s eyes are dazed, full of lust and all mine. “I need to. It hurts. Please, Victor.”

  My balls begin to tighten. “Oh! Oh!” I moan just as I erupt inside her. “Shit!”

  Minutes later, we’re curled around each other on her bed. I’m looking around her room noticing a picture of her and some other man. That must have been that jackass who threw her to me. Hey, it’s fine. She’s mine now.

  “Victor,” she mumbles.

  “Yes, baby?”

  “Why are you my magnet?”

  “What?” What the hell is she talking about? Did I fuck her crazy or something?

  “Every time I’m away from you, I’m being pulled back. Like a magnet.”

  Smiling, I kiss her cheek. “That’s because we are inevitable, baby.”

  Calista

  Stretching like a big lazy cat, I notice another person in my bed. I haven’t slept this well since I were a child and it feels amazing. Opening my eyes, I see Victor staring at me.

  “Creepy,” I mumble, my voice hoarse fr
om sleep.

  He chuckles. “You snore when you sleep,” he informs me with his eyebrow raised.

  “A gentleman would never tell a lady she snores.”

  His eyebrows raise up and down. “Well, it's a good thing I’m not a gentleman.”

  I smirk at him. “Mmm… That’s true, too.”

  “Let me prove to you how much of a gentleman I am not,” Victor says with his lips attached to the pulse on my neck. My body is already responding to him.

  “Better be careful, Victor. I might get used to this,” I respond with a moan. My body is on fire.

  He kisses a path down my body, through the valley between my boobs, right to my belly button. Slowly, Victor licks around the opening of my belly button. “Oh, dear lord!” I mumble. My sensations are going crazy. Who knew that was an erogenous spot?

  Covering me like a blanket, Victor pins my hips down with his broad shoulders. I look down at his face which is smiling at me. “I couldn’t begin to tell you how precious you are to me, pussycat.”

  I grin from ear to ear. “You could show me,” I suggest with my intentions clear. I want his face inside my thighs.

  “Are you trying to ask me for something? If so, you need to ask for it.”

  “You know what I want!” I almost scream.

  “Pussycat, you have neighbors!” He admonishes as if I just broke the most important artifact in a museum.

  I growl. “Fine!” I shout. “You want me to tell you? I want you to make me come with your tongue, you evil man!”

  He winks at me. He actually winks at me. “It’s about time you saw things my way, baby.”

  And just like that, he’s got me spread open in front of him with his lips attached to my clit. “Fuck!” I moan. He sucks my clitoral hood inside his mouth as well as my clit. I had never felt like I do at this moment. “Fuck!”

  Victor doesn’t ease up as he sucks my clit harder and lighter all at the same time. The varying speeds drives me even more crazy.

  And that’s when he does it. He spears me with his fingers. The combination pushes me over the edge. “Oh! I’m going to come! Please let me come! Please!” I beg. I’m not too proud to beg and he’s got me more turned on than anything else.

  “Oh yeah?” He murmurs around my clit. “You want to come?” He slurps my juices up.

  “Yes!” I yell.

  He stops what he’s doing. “You really want to come?”

  Jesus! Is he hard of hearing? “Yes!”

  “I will let you come if you promise to never blow me off again.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I demand. He’s going to hold this above my head when my clit is pulsating? Begging to come? Oh fuck this. “Fine, I don’t even need to come.”

  Even as I say it, I know I’m lying. I’m about to finish myself off when he slams inside me without any warning. He’s punishing me with his hips.

  “You need to come. You want to come. More than that, you know you want me to be the one that makes you come, don’t you?”

  “Why is it so important to you?” I groan with my pussy fluttering around him.

  He stops mid thrust. “You want to know? The world is fucking crazy and I won’t have someone taking you away from me!” Victor exclaims before fucking me even harder than before.

  I wrap my legs around his waist to help ease the slight pain he’s causing me from his punishment. I have no idea what’s happening to him right now but I don’t want to piss him off anymore than I have. I had no idea my coming home after work would have set him off like this.

  “Come!” Victor demands while pinching my sensitive clit between his thumb and index finger. “Come so hard for me!”

  And I do. He follows behind me.

  I know we have a lot to talk about but I can’t help it. I don’t want to lose him. I don’t want him to think I’m leaving him, either. So I give him the only thing I can think of.

  Me.

  Victor

  “You want to know what happened?” I ask Calista while holding her in my lap. This is the first time I have ever told anyone out loud what happened to Amanda. The police knew a little bit about her being taken but they never were able to find out the whole truth.

  And the whole truth is hell of a lot worse.

  Calista’s eyes look glossy but she smiles. “Yes, please. You can even take a question away from me to make it fair,” she offers.

  “So sweet, pussycat.”

  “Why the fuck are you leaving again?” Amanda yells at me while holding the money she found in my pockets. She’s looking even angrier than before and she has every reason to.

  I’m about to switch gears in The Carlotta Family big time.

  With the baby coming, I need to make sure we have enough money to support us and give that kid whatever they need. I don’t want to be one of those young fathers who aren’t able to give their kids what they need or wants. I don’t want to be one of those punks.

  “When you get a job and start paying some of these bills, then you can ask me questions. Until then, shut up.”

  I’m being needlessly mean, however this is the only way to get her to stop asking me questions about my family ties. I couldn’t tell her even if I wanted to what I’ve been doing.

  Her brown hair flies with her shaking head. “No, Victor. You said we were going to be fine. We’re getting past due notices and repo notices but now we aren’t. Where the hell did this money come from, Vic?”

  “Amanda, stop nagging me and do as you’re told!” I yell at her and walk past her to the bedroom to finish getting dressed.

  I knew that wasn’t the end of the situation. Not by a long shot. Amanda’s thinking about how to get me to stay. She’s the most revengeful person I have ever met.

  That’s when I feel something hard hit me in the back shattering to the floor in a million pieces. “Are you fucking crazy?” I yell at her.

  Amanda has thrown a vase the family got us for our wedding a couple of months ago. The vase is a tradition for all made men to get for their first marriage. It’s definitely something I’m going to be pissed about being broken. “You crazy fucking bitch!” I holler.

  My back is hurting so bad that I could throw up.

  “Now I got your attention, Victor? Your precious vase from those psychopaths?” She screams at me with her hands on her hips. “All you care about is the family now! Fuck anyone else who’s not in the family. Well, I’m not in that family, I’m your wife! The mother of your unborn child and I’m asking you to not go.”

  My jaw clenches tightly trying to stop myself from saying something hurtful to her. “Amanda, you wanted a life and I gave you one. Everything I do is for you and our baby. Stop asking me to choose because you might not like it!”

  The woman grew up in the life and knew from the beginning what it was going to be like. I had to step it up to make more money and have taken on other jobs to bring in more money. Yeah, I wish I were home more with her but I have to make the money to give her the big house and fancy car she’s always wanted.

  “If you walk out that door, Victor, I hope you know what you’re doing!”

  Taking the few steps which separated us, I get in her face. “What do you think you’re going to do, Amanda?” I spit her name out like it's poison. “You going to leave me? You going to rat on me? Your husband and the father of your unborn child? You think I would let you leave? That’s great. Glad to see you still have a sense of humor!”

  Women who marry into the life know how hard it is to get out. There’s no getting out unless you run away and I would never let her do that. She knows way too much and she’s carrying my child. I want her home with our kid.

  Deep down inside, I know I should stay. I know that I need to make the decision for our family but I have a job to do. She wants all these vacations and everything… I need money to pay for it.

  “Just wait, Victor. Just wait. If you leave, I might not be here when you get back.”

  Her words chill me. “If you aren’t
here when I get back, I’m going to find you. Stop making a fool out of yourself.”

  I button my shirt up and stroll down the hallway away from her. I can hear her running up the hallway to catch up to me. “What do they have on you?”

  I shake my head. “Stop talking crazy.”

  I walk out the door and slam it close behind me. How dare she threaten me as if she’s in charge. This is my house. This is my family. This is my money. Everything is mine.