BOUNTY: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Giustini Family Mafia)

by Sophia Gray

  Nyssa struggled to control her breathing, her chest aching with the effort as she heard shuffling sounds behind her. Sebastian was getting out of his clothes. Oh, fuck, Nyssa thought. She’d thought there would be more buildup, but no. He was going to do this right here. Right now.

  Sebastian draped his body over hers, pressing down harder into the couch. He was completely naked, his firm muscular chest pressing against Nyssa’s back. “Just relax,” he murmured, pushing her nightgown up so that her upper legs were exposed and scratching along her bare skin.

  Nyssa tried to follow his instructions, exhaling heavily to try to expel some of the tension from her body, but she remained tense as Sebastian adjusted behind her, his hard cock nudging between her legs.

  “Are you wearing any panties?” he whispered into her ear before licking a hot line down her neck. Nyssa blew her breath out from her lungs, shaking her head in answer to his question. Sebastian growled a little against her neck, his teeth coming out to tease against the vein at the base of her throat.

  Sebastian pushed her nightgown further up, exposing her ass and lower back to the chilly air around them. “Yes, fuck yes,” he murmured behind her head, his hand coming down to wrap around her naked ass. “Such a tight, nice ass.”

  “Thank you,” Nyssa mumbled back, but before she could prepare herself, Sebastian’s cock pressed in between her thighs, searching for her hole.

  He’s not wearing a condom, Nyssa realized, feeling panic spark its way up her spine. She’d never let anyone fuck her without wearing protection. She wasn’t an idiot. Nyssa cleared her throat and went stiff against Sebastian’s body. “Uh, sir?” she said.

  “What?” he asked, his tone betraying his annoyance at being interrupted at this crucial moment.

  “Do you have a condom?” Nyssa asked.

  “No,” Sebastian snapped. “And I’m not going to wear one, ever. That’s not how I work. Don’t worry. I’m clean.”

  Nyssa blew out her breath, considering her options for a moment before finally nodding her head in agreement. What other choice did she have?

  Sebastian wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing her around until she lifted her ass higher in the air. His cock finally found her hole, his tip pressing a little bit inside as he sighed heavily above her, one of his hands traveling north to wrap around the back of her neck.

  “Yes,” he murmured, squeezing the back of her neck so hard that she struggled to breathe for a second before he relaxed his grip. “Ugh, fuck, you’re so tight.”

  Nyssa focused all her energy on relaxing her cunt, going as limp as possible on the couch despite the weight of Sebastian’s body on top of her. In the meantime, Sebastian’s cock slipped a little deeper inside, spreading her open around his thick width.

  “Fucking Christ,” Sebastian muttered, his nails digging into her skin as he gripped her neck harder. His other hand remained on her hip, tracing her curves before squeezing the top of her ass. She squealed a little despite her efforts to remain silent. “Shit, shit, oh, shit,” Sebastian grunted out, jerking his dick deeper into her cunt, brushing up against a particularly sensitive spot inside of Nyssa.

  “Oh, oh!” Nyssa cried out, the words spilling out of her mouth without her brain’s permission. “Fuck!”

  “Yeah, baby, let me hear you,” Sebastian said, slapping the side of her body so hard that Nyssa jerked forward onto the couch a couple more inches, her head hanging over the side limply as he began to thrust inside of her.

  “Fuck! Oh!” Nyssa cried out as Sebastian went impossibly deeper inside of her, going all the way in finally.

  “Yeah, darling, yeah, that’s it,” Sebastian grunted out, shoving in and out a little faster, squeezing the back of her neck more tightly.

  God, his cock is so fucking big, Nyssa thought, her head hanging limp between her shoulders as Sebastian thrusted hard against her ass. She swore she could feel the head of his cock throb inside of her, the pulse of his heartbeat reverberating inside of her cunt. She felt strangely warm between her legs, like there was an oven inside of her, growing hotter and hotter with each passing second. God, I can’t take it. I can’t fucking take it. He’s so fucking huge.

  “So hot, so tight,” Sebastian muttered above her, dragging his nails up her spine, making her shiver underneath him. “God, fucking take it, yeah, you fucking hot bitch.” He thrusted in harder, bracing himself on the back of Nyssa’s neck as he moved faster and faster against her ass. “Fuck, I needed this. I needed this so fucking bad. Yes!”

  Nyssa wasn’t sure what happened, but it was like something snapped inside of her, breaking apart and sending shards of painfully bright, sharp sensation into the cells around her cunt. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered to herself, burying her head in her arms after wiping some of the sweat from her forehead.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet,” Sebastian said. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

  Nyssa refused to answer, even though at this point it would have been difficult for her to say anything given how hard she was wheezing for breath. Her cunt felt like it was spreading further open, practically consuming the rest of her body.

  “Fuck, so tight!” Sebastian yelled out, thrusting his hips faster and faster, panting hard for breath. His hand on her neck became slick with sweat, but he gripped even tighter, making it more difficult for Nyssa to breathe. But it didn’t matter. Her pussy was popping with heat, her hips thrusting forward and back on their own, little grunts leaving her mouth every other second.

  Sebastian pulled back for a second, gasping for breath, before entering again at a different angle, hitting a spot inside of Nyssa’s cunt that made her scream like a banshee and bang her fists against the back of the couch. “Yeah,” he said with a laugh, slapping the side of her body again before going down to squeeze at her ass. “Yeah, that’s fucking good. Give me that fucking cunt.”

  “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” Nyssa panted out, her hand trembling a little as she reached up to brush some of the sweaty hair out of her eyes. “Fuck me, God!”

  At this point, Nyssa couldn’t stop herself. Her ass just kept jerking back, shoving further back on his dick, taking him even deeper inside her hot tight pussy. “Yes, yes, yes, oh!” Sebastian yelled on top of her, pressing his chest to her back so he could bite at the back of her neck, sucking so hard that sparks of painfully hot sensation slid down Nyssa’s spine, coursing out into the rest of the bones in her body.

  The next moment, Sebastian moved his hand from Nyssa’s hip to the other side of her body, finding her clit with two of his fingers. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, yes!” Nyssa screamed out, thrusting against Sebastian’s hand, feeling the heat between her legs get even more intense, becoming almost too much for her to bear.

  “Yeah, baby, just give in to me, give in to me,” Sebastian said. He slid his tongue up from the top of Nyssa’s back to the top of her neck, biting along her hairline and making her squeal out even louder than before. “Fuck, yes, fuck!”

  Sebastian’s fingers moved faster over her clit, practically jerking it off while his dick rhythmically moved in and out of her cunt. Nyssa felt her cunt clench around his cock, dragging it in as deep as it could go. She moaned out pathetically every time the head of the cock brushed up against her most secret, special, sacred spot, her cunt vibrating with intense energy that felt like it was going to explode at any given moment.

  “Yes, yes, shit, yes!” Sebastian cried out, slapping her ass again several times in a row as he pounded her into the couch, thrusting so hard that Nyssa couldn’t even catch her breath at this point.

  Nyssa’s clit felt like it was on fire, like a thousand flames were licking their way from inside her cunt and climbing up the rest of her body, consuming her in heat. Sebastian’s fingers went faster, his cock thrusting in and out harder while he grunted into her ear, licking at the side of her neck. “Oh, fuck, oh, God, Jesus,” Nyssa sighed to herself, licking her dry lips as she thrusted her ass back and forth so fast that her breath caught in
her throat.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it. That’s fucking it. Yeah, yeah, come for me, baby. Come for me,” Sebastian said into her ear before licking it from top to bottom.

  That was it. That was all it took. Nyssa’s cunt clenched two, three, four times before beginning to spasm wildly, all the sensations that Sebastian built inside of her pussy colliding together as one. “Fuck! Fuck me, goddammit!” Nyssa screamed, her spine arching as she reached her peak, heat filling all of the molecules of her body at once. Her head felt light and airy and full of cotton, inhospitable to any and all coherent thoughts. She felt like a piece of meat, pounded out and used for somebody else’s pleasure, but she fucking loved it.

  Right as her orgasm faded away, Sebastian pulled out of her harshly. It took Nyssa a couple of seconds to realize what had happened, but when she did she forced herself to turn over on the couch to face him, still panting desperately for breath.

  Sebastian was jerking his cock off wildly, gritting his teeth into a snarl as his hand flew over his thick hard cock. “Yes, fuck, you fucking—you fucking hot bitch, take it, fucking take it!” he screamed before his voice dissolved into a low groan. Without any further warning, streams of cum flew from his dick, splashing over Nyssa’s stomach and the top of her chest, probably ruining her nightgown as a result.

  “Yeah, fuck, yeah,” Sebastian panted out, collapsing onto the couch next to Nyssa as he caught his breath. Nyssa wasn’t sure what to do. Should I touch him? Nyssa wondered. Cuddle him? Act like nothing happened?

  After several seconds of perfect silence, Sebastian finally got to his feet, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. He didn’t make eye contact with her, but as soon as he got his breath back, he murmured, “You can clean yourself up with some paper towel in the kitchen. Or there’s a bathroom down the hall if you want to shower off. Your room is at the end of the hall, right beyond the bathroom. Good night.”

  With that, he left her alone in his den, breathing hard on his couch, covered in his cum.

  Fuck, Nyssa thought. What the fuck just happened? And why did I enjoy it so much?

  Chapter Seven

  Later that night, after Nyssa had cleaned up and changed her clothes, she received a text from Kimmie informing her that there was a car outside Sebastian’s condo, ready to take her back home. On the limo ride back to Katrina’s brothel, Nyssa couldn’t even think coherently. Her brain felt like it was wrapped in fuzzy static, protecting her from any and all worries or anxieties or fears. Nyssa figured it must have been a side effect of all the sex endorphins that were pumping through her blood. In any case, by the time she arrived back at Katrina’s lair, the sweet gentle nothingness in her head had faded away, replaced by one persistently pestering thought. Am I in trouble with Katrina now? Nyssa wondered as she entered the old Gothic building and headed for the parlor. She had been a little tempted to run up to her room to hide away from Katrina as long as possible, but it was just putting off the inevitable. Better to rip the bandage off now and face the consequences, Nyssa thought to herself as she entered the parlor, finding Katrina waiting for her on a regal seat in the middle of the room.

  Straight away, she could tell that her madam wasn’t happy. She was tapping her perfect red nails on the side of her chair impatiently, crossing and uncrossing her legs several times in the space of thirty seconds. “Well?” she finally asked after staring at Nyssa for a long tense moment. Nyssa inhaled deeply and braced herself for an angry outburst of some kind.

  “Um, I just got back and figured you’d want me to report back to you,” Nyssa said. She felt a small burst of pride at the fact that she was able to keep her voice steady and calm, despite the nerves raging underneath her skin.

  “Yes, that much is obvious,” Katrina snapped at her before reaching into her pocketbook to get a cigarette. “How did it go with Sebastian?”

  Nyssa gave a noncommittal half shrug, trying to look nonchalant and unbothered even though she still felt a little light-headed after the furious fuck that Sebastian had given her.

  Katrina clicked her tongue from behind her teeth, her eyes narrowing to sharp slits as she got up from her chair and slowly approached Nyssa. “Don’t give me that shit,” she said, blowing a puff of smoke right into Nyssa’s face. “How. Was. It?”

  “It was fine,” Nyssa said. “Very basic. Nothing out of the ordinary.” It was a lie, at least by omission. Nyssa barely ever reached orgasm with her clients, but she’d definitely come her brains out this time around. Katrina doesn’t need to know that, Nyssa thought, forcing herself to keep her gaze solidly fixed on Katrina’s intimidatingly beautiful face.

  “Hmm,” Katrina said, crossing her arms across her chest and stepping back a pace so that there was more space between them. “Good.” She turned around and began walking back toward the chair in the center of the room, casting a final glance at Nyssa over her shoulder. “You should prepare to be available at any time to be Sebastian’s little toy, no matter what else you’ve got going on. That’s all.”

  It took Nyssa a few moments to realize that was her cue to leave. She turned and headed for the door, but before she could exit the parlor Katrina cleared her throat again, saying, “Don’t let your head get too big. It doesn’t mean anything. Go on. Get out of here.”

  Nyssa bolted from the room and rushed for the stairs, heading toward Kimmie’s room rather than her own. She had to tell somebody what was going on, even if she didn’t quite know how to feel about it herself.

  “Kimmie!” Nyssa half shouted from outside her best friend’s door, banging on the wood persistently. “Kimmie, let me in!”

  “Jesus, it’s like one in the morning,” Kimmie said. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she stepped aside to let Nyssa into her room. “How’d it go?”

  “Uh…” Nyssa wasn’t sure exactly how to phrase it. “It went well, I guess.”

  Nyssa expected Kimmie to immediately launch into a thousand questions, interrogating her on every last detail of the trick so she could live vicariously through Nyssa’s experiences, but instead Kimmie frowned deeply as she shut and locked the door after Nyssa.

  “What does that mean?” Kimmie asked, her brow furrowing up as she gestured for Nyssa to sit with her on her bed.

  “I mean, he seemed to enjoy himself,” Nyssa said.

  “Hmm,” Kimmie murmured, her gaze going foggy and unfocused, like she was trying to see something far beyond Nyssa’s head.

  “What’s wrong?” Nyssa asked.

  “It’s just…” Kimmie sighed and shook her head, finally focusing her eyes back on Nyssa’s. “I hope that was the last of it. It’ll be better for you if Sebastian’s already bored of you and moves on to somebody else.”

  For some reason that made Nyssa sit up straighter, her spine almost aching with the effort after such a long eventful day. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean…” Kimmie sighed again, deeper this time, the sound coming from deep inside of her. She held her head in her hands for a minute, not looking at Nyssa while she gathered her thoughts together. “Katrina isn’t someone you want to piss off. You know what I mean?”

  Nyssa shifted uncomfortably on Kimmie’s bed, closing and unclosing her legs several times before finally giving up on the idea of feeling comfortable. “But I haven’t pissed her off. I just did what she said. She insisted that I sleep with Sebastian.”

  Kimmie nodded, but the expression of worry didn’t slip even a centimeter from her face. “I know, I know. There wasn’t much else you could do, but Nyssa… I’m worried about you. It would have been better if Sebastian hadn’t picked you at all.”

  “Why?” Nyssa asked.

  “Because,” Kimmie said, sounding entirely unlike herself, her voice chock-full of concern, “Because Katrina might pretend to be all right with it, but there’s no way she’s not pissed at Sebastian. And she’s probably pissed at you just by association, even though it’s not your fault. I just… I just think this is bad for you, Nyssa.”

>   Nyssa was quiet a moment, mulling over Kimmie’s thoughts. “I mean, what else am I supposed to do?” she finally said in a low murmur, thinking out loud. “I can’t disobey Katrina. She’s got the full firepower of the Giustini family on her side. I don’t want to get on the wrong side of the mob.”

  Kimmie bit down on her lower lip, staring up at Nyssa through her eyelashes for several moments before she finally spoke again. “I’ve got a lot of clients who work for the Giustinis,” she murmured and then fell silent again, her gaze dropping down to her lap.

  Nyssa nodded at her to continue, feeling like she was suspended on pins and needles.

  Kimmie frowned even deeper, her eyes full of worry as she glanced back up at Nyssa. “The Giustini family isn’t what it used to be. At least, that’s what the last couple tricks I’ve bedded have told me after they got off. They don’t have the power they used to. That’s what I’ve heard, at least.”