Cutting Ties (Age-Gap Mafia Romance)

by Terry Towers

  Grabbing the back of the chair behind him, I began to rock my hips over his lap, lightly grazing his confined package with each motion like I’d seen done many times in the movies. With each motion he groaned softly.

  Sliding his hands to my ass, he started to thrust up, meeting my motions, causing more friction. As much as this was about teasing him, I suspected I was being aroused as much as he was, if not more.

  “You have way too much clothing on,” I stated as I reached between us, my fingers making short work of his belt and then the opening to his pants as my gaze remained locked onto his.

  “It’s the only thing keeping me from tearing that pretty lace thing off your body and fucking you senseless,” he growled with a need more intense than I’d heard before.

  With his pants undone, I placed a hand on either side of his face and lowered my mouth to his, ghosting my lips across his, but pulling away when he attempted to deepen the kiss. Laughing lightly, I switched positions on his lap, riding him reverse cowgirl style.

  “So evil,” he groaned.

  Stretching over him, I began rubbing my ass against his groin as I looked behind me, this time allowing his mouth to capture mine. Parting my lips, I allowed him in, our tongues beginning to duel.

  As our tongues danced, his hands slid to my breasts, cupping each breast in his hands. His fingers began to work my nipples, playing with them, rolling each of the nipples between them until they became hardened peaks. Once my nipples were hard his fingers pinched the nubs; the sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain, making me moan against his lips.

  While one hand remained tormenting my breast, the other slid its way south, slowing over my stomach and coming to land on my mound. Feeling the heat of his hand between my legs, I moaned, needing him. He hesitated a moment before pulling the thin wet fabric of my panties to the side and grasping my pussy.

  “Please,” I groaned, not sure if I now needed him more than he needed me at this moment.

  Tearing my lips from his, I rested my head on his shoulder, exposing my neck to him. I allowed the music to flow through me, focusing on the sensations racing through my body. He dipped his head to my neck, gently biting at the sensitive flesh. I moaned softly, continuing to rock my ass against his cock.

  His fingers spread my wet pussy lips and swiped along my slit. A second and third time. On the fourth run, his finger paused at my clit, stoking the nub. I cried out as the sensations worked together, his teeth sending jolts down my neck, his fingers playing with my nipples and fingers on my clit. When his fingers left my clit and suddenly sank deep into my core, I cried out, my entire body tensing as I attempted to keep my arousal in check.

  But it was next to impossible. This whole lap dance was supposed to get him aroused and have him begging me to give it to him; somehow the rascal had flipped the playbook in his favor and had me whimpering and begging for more.

  Reaching behind me, I lifted my ass just a little to gasp his freed dick in my hand. As his finger slid in and out of me, I stroked his dick, making him share in my agony.

  “You’re kissing me, Valentina,” he growled, nipping at my ear.

  “I want you in me, please.”

  “Come for me first.” The way the demand tumbled from his lips, go grave and deep, it sent me over the edge for him.

  Crying out, my entire body tensed up, my pussy clenching around his demanding fingers before I sighed with relief, my body releasing a wave of my desire.

  “Good girl.” He pulled his fingers from within me and brought them to his lips. Opening my eyes, I watched as he sucked my glistening juices from his fingertips. Removing his fingers from his lips, he grabbed the back of my head and lowered his lips to mine. The taste of me was on his lips and tongue, making me moan. There was something about a man devouring me that sent me spiraling with desire.

  Ending the kiss abruptly, he took his hand from my breast and pushed me from his lap before sweeping me up in his arms and depositing me onto the bed, my legs swinging over the side. There was a heat in his eyes that I’d never seen before as he flipped me over to my stomach. Grasping the crotch of the delicate lace, he gave it a yank, tearing it in two and leaving me completely exposed to him.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this moment?” he asked, thrusting two fingers into me and stroking the inner wall at just the right spot to make me moan out a response.

  “Please, Anthony. Take me.”

  “Oh love, I intend to.” Lining the head of his dick to my entrance, he pressed himself into me. He took me unbearably slowly, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. Clawing at the blanket under me, I begged him to slam into me but he refused, opting to torture me instead. By the time he had sunk fully into me, I was feeling light-headed, the only need I had in me was for him to consume me fully.

  “Anthony…”

  “You feel amazing. I want to savor each moment.”

  Bucking back against him, I attempted to get him to move. Did he not realize how torturous this was to me?

  Slowly, mercilessly, he began to pull out and thrust back in. But the restraint must have been tearing at him as well because it wasn’t long before the speed of his motions increased, until they became frantic, his balls slapping against my wet pussy with each and every thrust. With my position, draped over the bed, I was at his mercy; the hand he had placed between my shoulder blades keeping me planted flat against the bed.

  Closing my eyes tight, I moaned, my moans being muffled by the blanket below me. His groans, which started softly, increased in volume as his thrusts became more violent. Wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through me, starting at the top of my head and resonating all the way to the tips of my toes.

  Despite the previous orgasm, the need to release was building within me again as I quickly made my way up the summit to the inevitable peak. Gripping the blanket below me, I moaned again, feeling his dick within me swell, his thrusts becoming frantic.

  “I’m so close,” he murmured.

  “Yes, please. I need to feel it!” And I did. I longed to feel him filling me.

  I’d barely gotten the words past my lips when his hand left my back and both hands gripped tight to my hips. One… Two… Three… On the fourth thrust the word “Fuck!” was hissed through clenched teeth moments before he slammed into me a final time releasing his cum deep into my core.

  The warm liquid slammed into me with such vigor that it became my undoing. I tilted my hips just a fraction of an inch as I received his gift, the feeling of being so full sent me spiraling. My head began to spin as I was swept up into the aftermath of one of the strongest orgasms of my life.

  Anthony shuddered as he pulled out and slammed into me once more, another, smaller surge of his seed adding to the rest. “Ohmygod,” he moaned, lying down over my back and placing a string of kisses down the back of my neck. “Fuck, I don’t want to ever leave you.”

  “Please don’t,” I murmured, my hands loosening my grip on the blankets.

  Chapter 7

  Anthony

  “Mud-bathing?” It didn’t seem all that exciting or appealing to me, but she insisted that it was a wonderful experience.

  “Come on. Don’t be a fun-kill.”

  “Fun-kill? Is that really a thing? Don’t you mean buzz-kill?”

  Rolling her eyes at me, she gave me a nudge with her elbow to my side. “We’ve driven nearly two hours to get to El Totumo. You’ve seen the city, we’ve done two days of sightseeing there, now it’s time to try new things. We will float in the mud bath under the nice warm sun, soak up all the nutrients in the mud, then we will get massages, rinse off and back to the city just in time to eat. A nice relaxing day.”

  I looked behind us at the four armed men following us. I imagined they would prefer to be home instead of on babysitting duty, but if they did you’d never know it; their expressions rarely turned from that of indifference.

  “Okay, you’ve convinced me. And you are right. I’m just th
e tourist, you’re the expert.” Bringing her hand to my mouth, I kissed the back of it. My feeling for her were growing by the hour. The way things were going between us I had every intention of proposing the night before I left. Tonight I had a romantic candlelit dinner planned for us on the roof of the hotel. I would tell her I loved her face to face for the first time tonight and if that was received well I’d go ahead with the proposal before I flew back home.

  “I called in a favor and we have the mud bath for an hour to ourselves. Normally, there’s maybe twelve people in the bath at one time.”

  “That’s sweet of you to do that.”

  “I know we only have four more full days and want to make the most of it.” Her smile faded. “I wish you had longer.”

  “Me too. But I have clients booked up for the next couple of months. I had to do a fair amount of juggling to make this week happen. My clients aren’t the most flexible of people.”

  She frowned. “I know.” We reached a set of wooden stairs that led up to the mud pool. At the top of the stairs there were two women waiting for us. We had already changed into swimwear; hers a yellow bikini and mine a pair of dark swim trunks. “Let’s go.”

  At the top of the stairs we were assisted into a pool of mud that kind of reminded me of the mud you find around puddles, in that it was a soft light brown color. When I was a kid that mud was the best mud to play in. “This feels odd, Valentina.” I sank into the pool and the woman who was to be my masseuse guided me onto my back where I floated – in the mud – while the sun beat down on me.

  “You look uncomfortable.” Laughing, Valentina sank into the mud beside me.

  I reflected that most women would recoil at the idea of being lathered in the substance we were floating in, but she seemed to relish it. “It’s new.”

  “It’s good for the skin. And they give amazing massages here.” Closing her eyes, she let her head sink into the mud covering her hair and half of her cheeks. “Just enjoy.”

  The woman who was assigned to massage me was indeed good at what she did; she was getting each and every knot I had in me. “I spend so much time working it’s been nice to come here and just relax. Thank you for this, love. I was skeptical, but this isn’t so bad.”

  Opening her eyes, she turned her head to look at me. “If I were to move to the United States, would I be home alone all the time?”

  “I own the practice and I have surgeries. I do work a lot. I won’t lie to you; my time off can be very limited. But whenever I wasn’t working my focus would be on you. I’m not a young man anymore. I’m getting older and the clock is ticking on having children and raising a family. If I were to have kids today, I’d be over sixty before they graduated high school.”

  She smiled. “That’s what I want too.”

  Lifting a brow, I asked, “With me?”

  “Hmmm.” Her smile became teasing, “We’ll see. I can’t show my full hand yet.”

  Valentina

  “I’m glad you enjoyed the day. Colombia isn’t the type of excitement that you get in New York or Los Angeles. We live life differently here. The pace is much slower and we try to enjoy our life as much as we can.”

  “It’s a refreshing change.”

  The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to reveal the roof of the building. If we were to veer right then it would take us to the pool and hot tub area, but we veered left instead. To the left was the rooftop restaurant. There were a few patrons, but it wasn’t close to being busy, which was nice.

  The maître d’ greeted us as we approached. “Welcome.” He looked to me and then to Anthony. “Do you have a reservation?” His eyes cut to the four men who trailed behind us, stared a moment, and then went back to us, pretending he never noticed them, but I could see a slight increase in tension within his body.

  “Yes,” Anthony cut in. “For Anthony Williams. Table for two.”

  “Yes. So good to see you both. Follow me.” He led us to a secluded corner of the restaurant. The guards didn’t follow, but strategically positioned themselves throughout the restaurant, attempting to blend into their surroundings. As usual, they didn’t.

  Pulling out my chair for me, Anthony waited for me to be seated before sitting across from me. Once the wine was served and our order was placed, Anthony clasped his hands in front of him and leaned forward, his elbows on the table as he looked directly into my eyes. “I have to ask you a few questions that have been swimming around in my head since I’ve arrived.”

  My heart skipped a beat. I hoped that he was going to ask how I’d feel about moving in with him and continue on with the conversation we’d begun at the mud bath. But I suspected his questions had more to do with my family. “Of course.”

  “I need to be clear on your family.”

  “Oh…” Looking down at the intricate lace tablecloth, I wasn’t sure where to start. “What do you need to know?”

  “Why is your brother on Helka Island?”

  I sighed. That was an easy one. “He’s there with business associates. Five years ago, our family and several other families bought the island and developed it. It’s meant to be like an old-school Las Vegas. It’s quite nice there and very safe.” She jerked her thumb to one of the guards. “I don’t need them with me there. So I go from time to time to take a breather.”

  “Is Asher here much?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “There’s been issues here lately and so he’s been coming more frequently. We need to win the war to bring peace, but it’s not an easy win this time. Santiago’s cartel is like cockroaches. Just when we think we’ve won, they come back harder than ever. But we will win – eventually.”

  “Okay.” Reaching across the table he took my hand in his. “Please look at me.”

  I did as told, and was relieved to see there was no judgment in his gaze. “What?”

  “Will they come after you if you leave here? Will you be safe?”

  I considered the question. “I’d be safer with you than I am here. I’m not an integral part of my father’s business. I don’t believe they would bother with me, even if they realized I’d left the country. There’s not much gain in it for them.”

  He gave my hand a squeeze. “Your safety is the most important thing to me. It would kill me to lose you or to think that my selfishness cost you your life.”

  “Nothing that could happen to me would ever be on you.”

  “Good.” He shifted in his seat, clearly nervous to ask the next question, which in turn put me on edge.

  I was tempted to change the topic. Sensing his unrest, I imagined it would be easy enough, but it was better to get whatever his concerns were dealt with so we could move on. “Come. Tell me. What’s on your mind?

  “Why do you hate your brother?”

  Thankfully the waiter interrupted my chance to respond by arriving with our food. Thank fucking God. I needed to a few minutes to figure how to answer that one.

  “Goodnight.” I smiled at the guards posted at the door of our room before closing it. I’d gotten away with not answering the question about my brother for the remainder of the meal, but now it was time to come clean. Anthony deserved as much.

  Turning from the door, I made my way back into the room to find Anthony sprawled on the bed waiting for me. My eyes swept the length of him in a pair of dark denim jeans and a blue t-shirt that matched his eyes and hugged his frame perfectly. He’d already removed his black button-down shirt and had it draped over the back of the desk chair.

  Smiling up at me, he patted the side of the bed next to him. “Come lay down with me.”

  Kicking off my heels, I crossed the room and lay on my side facing him. “It was a good day?”

  “It was.” Running a hand through his hair, he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry I was so intrusive with you earlier. I’ve been getting a feeling that you’ve been keeping something from me, and I realized that I may just be suspicious for nothing. You can’t be held responsible for what your family has done or is doing
.”

  I trailed my index finger along his arm, the muscle flexing under my touch. I wanted to spend the night with us exploring each other’s bodies, but I knew I had to tell him the truth. He deserved to know about my past and the darkness that flowed through my family’s veins.

  “You were right to feel that way. I have been keeping something from you.”

  A frown creased his brow. “Oh… Okay, you can tell me anything. I hope you know that. We’ve talked and shared a lot over the last six months. Nothing you’ve told me has had me turn from you so far.”

  “I know. There is a reason why I hate Asher.” Before he could cut me off and I lost my courage to tell the story, I proceeded. “I was in love once before. It was with a man named Alejandro Perez.” Just thinking of him brought bittersweet tears to my eyes.

  “Hey.” Concerned filled his eyes and he drew me closer to him.

  I gave in a little, but if I surrendered to the comfort of his arms right now, then I wouldn’t say what needed to be said. “It’s important that I tell you this.” I sniffed, forcing myself to remain strong. “He was a good man, nothing like my brother or father. He treated me well and I fell for him hard. I’d never experienced love before and it hit me like a ton of bricks.”

  “So why aren’t you with him now?”

  “He’s dead,” I blurted it before I lost the nerve. “My brother murdered him.”

  Chapter 8

  Anthony

  Well, the rumors that her brother was a killer had just been confirmed, straight from the horse’s mouth. It certainly didn’t make me feel great about the situation, but it wasn’t enough to turn me away from her either. “Why did he do it? And how do you know it was him?”

  “I know it was Asher because he told me he did it. Asher isn’t scared of anyone – he never has been, and certainly not his kid sister. He acts as though he’s invincible and perhaps on a certain level he is.”