Dirty Hearts: A Bad Bod Mafia Romance

by Gray, Khardine

  She moaned as I sucked, holding my head to her so I could take her deeper.

  “That was nice,” she hummed.

  “I’m about to make you feel better, Angel Doll.”

  She chuckled softly. It was a sound I could relish forever. It sounded like tiny bells or tingles of delight. That’s what it felt like too.

  Listen to me. No one would believe this was me. No one. No one would fucking believe I could be like this, not for any woman. And it was true.

  I couldn’t be like this with any woman. Just her.

  I trailed down the smooth path of her stomach placing kisses all along the tight skin.

  When I got to her thighs, I nibbled on the soft skin and buried my face home to where she craved me. She was already wet for me. Her pretty pussy was already wet for me. Wet with that sweet nectar that tasted like heaven. Tasted of her and the ethereal beauty that surrounded her.

  She moaned and writhed beneath me. Her movements told me that she was nigh on coming, but I didn’t want her to yet.

  “Claudius, I can’t take it.” She winced.

  “Wait, Angel. Come when I say.”

  “Nugghh…” she moaned, pushing against my mouth, making me take her deeper.

  I licked the hard jewel of her clit and sucked on it, making her wetter, making her scream and gasp.

  “Claudius,” she groaned.

  She tried to pull back, but I held her to me, grabbing a good handful of her lush ass, and I devoured her pussy. Fuck. I couldn’t take it either. I was rock hard, wanting to be inside her and wanting to taste her.

  The need to taste her, however, got the better of me. I didn’t know how because I wanted both so badly. I could feel the point where she couldn’t take any more. I could feel the buildup and the tension.

  “Come for me, Doll. Come for me.” On my word, I watched her in sinful delight like the devil I was. The devil watching the angel fall apart in complete erotic ecstasy. The mindless sounds of passion that fell from her beautiful lips were unreal. It made me harder. It made me want her right the fuck now.

  Instinctively, I reached for the nightstand to get a condom, but she stopped me.

  “Really?” She smiled at me weakly. “We haven’t used any all night. I’m on birth control.”

  The thing was, we’d literally feasted on each other all night, going so fast I didn’t have time to think. This was the slowest I’d gone with her, because I wanted to taste her.

  I smiled at her and flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees with her beautiful ass ready for me.

  I wanted to take her from behind.

  Her hair fell forward over her face, looking like strands of bright sunlight. I shrugged out of my boxers and gripped her hips. With my cock hard like rock and her wet and ready for me, her body welcomed me as I slid into her. This position always felt good, too good, and what was better was the vague image of us staring back at me from the long wardrobe mirrors.

  I stole a glance at the truly graphically erotic sight of me fucking her and her massive tits bouncing with each thrust.

  The sounds that filled the room were pure animalistic pleasure as we got lost in the sexual heat of us. Our sweat-slick bodies locked in this mad embrace of stark need.

  Fuck, she felt too good. This felt too good. Better than ever. How? I didn’t know. I didn’t know how the fuck we could feel better than we had before. It made me want more. Her feminine cries excited me, as did the scream of pleasure that tore from her lips and the tortuous moans.

  Delicious friction penetrated every nerve in my body, setting me on fire. It was so hot I could barely breathe. Then I felt it. The buildup of my release. She felt it too because the walls of her pretty pussy tightened and clenched around my cock, gripping me like a vice.

  I attempted to slow down. I attempted to tamp down the exhilaration that zinged through me, straining body and mind, fighting that rush that built up inside me. Just for a little longer. Just a little longer.

  But no…

  I was past that, and so was she. The wild sensation of her orgasm grabbed me, hitting me full force, and scorched me clean, consuming me in shivers that made me quiver. Every inch of my body came alive with it and growled, deep from my soul, as I erupted into her, hot, violent, and virile like some of my life force had been sucked out of me.

  The power of whatever force that took us made us both weak, and we collapsed from the harsh effect of it, gasping.

  I pulled her close, flush against my chest, not wanting to sever the connection, not wanting her to be away from me.

  We stayed like this for a few minutes. I could have fallen asleep, but I didn’t want to. It was her fingers knitting with mine that brought my awareness back.

  She shuffled in my arms, turning to face me so she could kiss me.

  I kissed her back, savoring her.

  She pulled back, just a fraction, and sadness filled her bright green eyes.

  “We can’t keep doing this.” She pressed her lips together.

  “Why not?” It was a stupid question. Of course, I knew we couldn’t keep this up.

  “We should talk.”

  I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to… I don’t.”

  “What happens when the sun comes up?”

  “Stay with me.” That was the best answer I could give her. I pulled her back to my lips, and that was all I remembered.

  Somehow, I fell asleep against my will.

  Another mistake.

  When I opened my eyes again, the angel was gone.

  She was gone, and the hollow that filled me was worse than before.

  Chapter 8

  Ava

  * * *

  Eight years ago…

  I was trying to tell myself this wasn’t a dream. It felt like a dream, but the intensity of his kisses would remind me it was all real.

  God, I didn’t think I could even call this kissing. I was on his lap, straddling him, and my shirt was completely ruffled, my hair a ruffled mess from the way we were devouring each other. If anyone saw me, they’d think I’d had wild sex even though the man had actually barely touched me.

  This was, however, a tamer version of us because Marissa was downstairs.

  I shared this house with her. Mostly, it was for her convenience because I was away for most of the year.

  I was darn certain she’d either be listening in or dying to know what we were up here doing. I could feel it and had heard shuffling on the steps earlier.

  Claudius intensified the kiss, and I thought I’d lose my mind.

  “Fuck it, Ava, we’re not teenagers. Marissa’s a big girl. She’ll understand,” he whispered against my lips and slid his hand up to cup my breasts.

  The sudden jolt of electricity and heat from his touch made me jump, and I smacked his hands, giggling.

  “Claudius, we can’t. It’s weird.”

  “Jesus Christ, it’s been eight weeks, and you won’t let me touch you.” He winced looking at me like I’d lost my mind.

  I was well aware of the time frame in which I’d last seen him. I’d been going crazy, but for other reasons.

  I wasn’t stupid. He was older, deliciously gorgeous, and had that badass attitude that could make a girl melt. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to believe that he was actually mine, and that for eight weeks he’d waited for me while I was away.

  We’d been together for six months, of that time I’d been away for… well, if you were to add the time up, I’d probably been away for around four of those months. In the other time that we’d been together, however, I’d done more with this man than I thought was possible.

  He lifted my chin and looked me over.

  “What’s up? You have questions.”

  “No, why would you say that?” Of course, I had questions. I had maybe a million. It just freaked me that he knew what I was thinking.

  “Because, Angel Doll, I can see it in those beautiful eyes of yours. What do you want to ask me? Looks like you have a few somet
hings on your mind.” His smooth, sensual lips curled up into a devilish grin, and he gave me that look he always gave me. Like he was plotting on all the ways he could shock me.

  “I can seriously just ask you whatever’s on my mind?”

  “Yes, but if it makes you feel better, I get to ask you questions too.” He nodded.

  I laughed. “Me? I go to college to study food. That’s me in a nutshell, and you already know that.”

  “That’s what you do, not what you’re thinking about. There’s an infinity of things to know about you, and I’m going to find out each one.” It didn’t take much for me to start blushing, and he smiled at my reaction. “So, go on, Angel, ask away.”

  I searched his eyes and tried to find the courage to ask the most pressing thing on my mind. There were two main things. One was mainly for me.

  The other was a little external but still mattered a lot.

  “What is this? I mean… what are we?” I was really trying hard to keep the quiver out of my voice, but I failed.

  He chuckled. It was almost like he knew I was going to ask that. “We’re whatever you want us to be, and don’t worry. I wasn’t with anyone else while you were away.”

  I pressed my lips together, not knowing what to say. “Why?”

  “Why? Doll, you want me to be with other people?”

  The thought actually made me sick. “No.”

  “Why?” Satisfaction filled his eyes.

  “Because…”

  “Because what, Angel Doll?”

  “I want you for myself.”

  He leaned in and pressed his lips to the hollow of my throat. “Here’s the thing, Angel Doll, you had me from the first day I set my eyes on you. And I declared you mine.” He trailed kisses all along the edge of my shoulder and down, down until he reached my breasts.

  I sucked in a breath when he closed his mouth over the nipple of my right breast and sucked me through the soft cotton of my shirt. I started to enjoy it when he pulled back with that cunning smile.

  “Does that clear things up for you?” he asked.

  I struggled to refocus my mind, then I was stuck on what he’d said.

  “You mean it?”

  “The first thing you should know about me, is, I never say anything I don’t mean. This is me, straight up. I don’t have time to pussyfoot around shit.”

  I smoothed my hand up to his beard, running my fingers over it and feeling his chiseled, sharp bone structure.

  “I am yours.”

  “Yes, but do you want to be?”

  I couldn’t believe he would ask me that, but I kind of knew why. Had to do with my other question. The one I’d wanted to ask for a while but knew better than to be so curious about.

  “I want to be.”

  “So, ask me the next question on your mind, Doll.”

  More courage. I needed more. And more than asking him what we were.

  “Work…” That was it, and I wasn’t sure what to say. Pa said he and Luc were important, and one day, when I’d tried to ask him more about them, he’d told me off again for asking so many questions.

  I knew Claudius worked with motorcycles and sold them. I’d been to his workshop. But I didn’t think that was all he did. That was just a hobby.

  The thing was, I had a sneaking suspicion as to what Claudius and Luc were, but I liked Claudius too much to allow anything dark to enter my mind.

  Mobsters. Just thinking it made my skin tingle.

  “What about work?”

  “What do you do?”

  The cockiness in his smile disappeared, and I almost felt bad for asking the question.

  “Mostly… I’m a bookie, but … it’s the kind of job that could include a lot of extra-curricular activities.”

  “Oh.” That didn’t actually sound all that bad, but again, I wouldn’t be stupid. It was what he wasn’t saying that I knew I should take note of.

  “More questions?”

  “I don’t know if I should ask. Maybe I shouldn’t.”

  He took hold of my hands, which I didn’t realize were shaking. Concern washed over his handsome face. “Are you afraid of me?”

  “Should I be?”

  “No, never. You think I’d ever hurt you?” He cupped my face and held me closer.

  I shook my head slowly. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but I wasn’t sure about other people.

  “Claudius…”

  “Ask me, Angel.”

  “Are… you a mobster?” As soon as the words left my lips, I wished I hadn’t said them.

  “Yes,” he answered on the edge of a breath and held my gaze. Then he chuckled. “Did I just fuck things up and lose you?”

  “No.” Maybe I was crazy, but I didn’t want to believe there was any darkness in him. In his eyes was a light that didn’t reflect that. “Do you kill people?”

  “I take care of me and mine. Protect myself if I need to.”

  That sounded exactly like what he said, but did the job of a bookie mean it was that dangerous?

  “Is it dangerous?”

  “Yes and no.” A cautious expression washed over his face. “Ava… you can do better than me, but I want you too much to leave you alone. I don’t like mindless killing, but in my world, you kill or be killed to protect people you love and yourself. There are crime families who are messed-up fucks, and neither of us would want to cross them. That’s not me. But I’m not a good guy either.”

  Question answered, so what did I do with the knowledge?

  He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it. Melting my heart, making me fall for him just a little more.

  “Still want me for yourself?” The smile was gone, and he was serious.

  I noticed how he threw the ball back in my court several times. Giving me the chance to back away.

  I knew what my heart wanted. It wanted him, so the answer was simple.

  “I want you for myself.”

  He pressed his lips to mine and stood up with me. I slid down him and watched him walk over to grab my carry-on that was sitting on the floor next to the wardrobe.

  What was he doing?

  He opened a few of my drawers and shoved some clothes inside. A couple of T-shirts, and I nearly died when he grabbed a handful of my panties.

  “What are you doing, you crazy guy?”

  “Come on, let’s get out of here. You’re staying with me while you’re here.”

  My eyes widened. “What? That’s the whole summer.”

  He shrugged. “Yeah, kind of is.”

  “You want me to practically live with you for the summer?”

  “Doll, correction. You’re going to live with me for the whole summer.”

  “I…” I didn’t know what to say. I looked around, then back to him. “I need more clothes.”

  “No, we’ll be naked for most of the time.” He reached for my hand and pulled me away. Marissa met us downstairs. In her hand were some brochures for the pizza place nearby.

  “I thought we could get pizza,” she bubbled, looking from me to Claudius.

  “No, we’re going out,” I answered.

  “Oh, when will you be back? Max needs a walk, and I’m seeing Jeff tonight.”

  Max was our golden retriever. I wasn’t sure who Jeff was.

  Claudius heaved me over his shoulder cave-man style.

  “Sorry, Marissa, I haven’t seen my woman in eight weeks,” Claudius told her in that authoritative way I liked. “Can’t say when she’ll be back, but looks like either you or Jeff will be walking Max. Bye.”

  The look on Marissa’s face was classic. She wasn’t impressed, but there was something else that lurked in her eyes.

  Something I couldn’t worry myself over right now because I was too loved up to figure it out.

  * * *

  A year later …

  I’d sat on my decision for a whole week.

  Either I was going to Europe or not.

  My family knew I got accepted for the internship at the Chez La
Meire. A world-renowned European chain of restaurants.

  As far as they knew, I was packed and ready to go.

  But… I hadn’t packed. I hadn’t packed anything yet because I wasn’t sure if I was going.

  Pa was so proud. He rose the bar high for anyone who worked at the restaurant and made no exceptions. To him I was the golden applicant. Not just someone he wanted to work with, but someone he wanted to give the restaurant to.

  It was always in the cards for me, but I worked hard to earn it. I got my degree in the culinary arts and business management, graduated at the top of my class, and now I was here.

  Here with the chance to go to Europe for a whole year. What a dream. I should have been bouncing off the walls with excitement. Especially with only two days left to go.

  So, what was my problem?

  I was in love. It was simple. I was in love with a man who might be wrong for me because of his links to the Rossi crime family, but hell, I was in love.

  It wasn’t even like it was some secret. Everyone knew we were together.

  For me, he was more important than Europe, and I wrestled with the decision to go because I didn’t want to leave him for a whole year. This would be different to what we’d gotten used to when I was at college.

  I’d been away for the winter semester, spring, and summer, and we’d survived that. I saw him all the months in between, and damn, did I know he was serious about me when he’d just suddenly pitched up at my dorm room with a bunch of yellow roses on Valentine’s Day.

  He tried, and I tried. We spoke every day, and it worked because we made it work.

  This, however, would be what real long distance was like. Another time zone, another country, miles apart.

  He was banking on me being here.

  I’d been lying on my bed looking up at the swirly patterns on the plaster ceiling.

  A knock sounded at my door, and Marissa came in. She was wearing a dress so tight it molded to her breasts, and I thought they were going to pop out. The dark smoky-eye makeup she wore gave her that sultry look, and the devil-red heels screamed of sex.