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

by Sophia Gray

  Sebastian finally pulled back from her mouth, gasping down at her as he traced the sides of her face, almost tickling her with the tips of his fingers. “God, your face…” he murmured, his fingers traveling up behind her ear, tangling into her hair to pull her back into another deep kiss. “So sweet. So fucking sweet.”

  Nyssa drowned in the kiss, loving every single second of it as their mouths opened and closed over each other time and time again, Sebastian’s tongue teasing hers and his teeth scraping just enough to make her spine stiffen. Meanwhile, before Nyssa even noticed what was happening, Sebastian’s other hand traveled down to her panties, pulling them off her body smoothly before he turned to his own clothes. Before she knew it, he was naked against her, his hard cock pressing in between her thighs. Nyssa expected him to go ahead and press inside like he usually did, without much buildup, but this time he held himself back, his hand pushing gently in between her legs while Nyssa struggled to yank her dress over her head and toss it across the room.

  They were naked, finally, their two bodies touching each other without a single barrier separating them. God, this is amazing, Nyssa thought. All these years, even after thousands upon thousands of tricks, she always hated being naked, preferring to keep some of her clothes on during sex, to protect herself from being totally exposed. But with Sebastian, she felt weirdly safe. No, it was more than that. She felt free.

  Sebastian kept kissing her softly for several minutes before his fingers found her clit, smoothing some of her wetness over the sensitive area to lube it up before he began stroking it rhythmically. “Is this good?” he muttered into her mouth, teasing her bottom lip with his teeth.

  “Yes,” Nyssa hissed back. She lifted her hips off the mattress a little bit to encourage Sebastian to keep touching her, throwing her head back on the pillow in ecstasy as his fingers sped up over her clit. “Yes, ugh, just like that.”

  “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Just relax for me. Just let me handle this,” Sebastian said. His mouth left hers then, traveling over to her neck, where his teeth began to pull gently at her collarbone. “Yeah, just let me fuck you right, babe.”

  God, Nyssa loved it when Sebastian called her “babe” or “baby.” It made her feel so protected, like nothing bad could ever touch her again. In the past, she was always worried that someone would find that out about her, that someone would realize she was so weak as to love cheesy terms of endearment. But right now, in this moment, she didn’t feel a single shred of shame. She let herself smile, her neck moving aside to give Sebastian more space to work with as he licked and bit at her skin.

  Sebastian’s other hand moved down to her cunt, too. He teased at her hole for a few seconds before slipping the tip of one finger inside, bending it a little inside of her to find a sensitive spot on one of her inner walls. “Yes, ugh!” Nyssa cried out, reaching up to tangle her fingers into Sebastian’s hair. His other hand kept moving over her clit, establishing a rhythm of slow gentle circles moving over and over the most sensitive spot on her body.

  “Take it, baby,” Sebastian whispered into her ear. His tongue slid up and down her neck a few times before he bit down hard on her shoulder, sucking powerfully enough that Nyssa’s whole body convulsed for a second just from the force of his teeth digging into her bare skin. “Fucking take it,” he grunted as another one of his fingers slipped inside of her hole, playing around in her wetness and spreading it around inside of her.

  Nyssa felt like a hundred different tendrils of heat were radiating out from her cunt, slowly but surely enveloping her entire body in a powerful wave of pleasure. She couldn’t keep her hips from rocking forward into Sebastian’s hands, encouraging his fingers to move faster both inside and outside of her cunt.

  Before she knew it, Nyssa’s hips were rapidly rising and falling in the air, bouncing back and forth between the mattress and Sebastian’s hands, her cunt desperate to feel as much as it possibly could.

  “Jesus Christ,” Sebastian huffed out above her, staring down at her with enough fire in his eyes to power a jet engine. “I can’t fucking wait any longer.”

  The next second, Sebastian pulled his hands away from her. Before Nyssa could complain about the loss of contact, he settled back in between her legs and pressed his hands down on top of hers, pinning her arms above her head while the tip of his dick slipped inside of her.

  “Oh, shit, oh!” Nyssa called out. She gripped back hard at Sebastian’s fingers, feeling sweat pool between their joined palms. She couldn’t hold herself back, even if it did mean breaking every last rule in the smart sex-worker guidebook. She lifted her hips up as high as they could go, forcing Sebastian’s cock deep into her pussy. “That’s it. Oh! That’s—fucking—it,” she panted, raising her head until she could smash her lips against Sebastian’s.

  Sebastian gave her what she wanted, thrusting hard against her cunt. His cock pressed up against all the right spots inside of her, like he had a ridiculously detailed map of her body’s most secret special corners. He grunted wordlessly onto her mouth, kissing her sloppily while his hips moved with razor-sharp precision, thrusting so hard that their bodies slipped further up the bed just from the force of his hips’ movements.

  Nyssa had to pull away from Sebastian’s mouth now and again to gasp for oxygen, but as soon as she could she forced their lips back together, tasting a thousand different flavors from Sebastian’s skin and loving every single one of them. She tangled their fingers together more intricately as his thrusts came harder and faster, his hips pounding hers deeper into the mattress with each passing second.

  “Fuck, it’s already—it’s fucking—it’s happening,” Nyssa stuttered out in between gloriously messy kisses. She could feel the heat between her legs build higher and higher, a thousand colors flashing behind her eyes every time she closed them. It was like her whole body was wrapped up in brilliantly shining white light, an almost holy light which burned away every part of Nyssa’s body that felt any kind of pain or discomfort or dread or fear. Nyssa felt tears pool into her eyes, but she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed or upset. She felt like every piece of worry she’d ever felt was being gently cleansed out of her, like every single nerve ending in her body was rejoicing as a never-ending wave of pleasure washed over them.

  “Oh, God! Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, fuck me, yes, yes, yes!” Nyssa screamed, her hips going crazy as a million vibrations coursed through her cunt, rushing into her limbs and torso and head, filling up every cell of her body until she went stiff underneath Sebastian’s still-thrusting body. She held herself up in midair for a couple seconds, panting desperately for breath before she finally collapsed underneath him, practically melting into the mattress as Sebastian continued to work above her.

  “Fuck—yes—shit!” Sebastian yelled after another minute of thrusting, his hips stuttering forward a few more times before he went still. His cock pulsed powerfully inside of Nyssa, filling her up. Sebastian grunted wordlessly a few times before all of the energy faded out of his body, too. He went limp on top of Nyssa, and for several long minutes they just lay there in perfectly still silence, until Sebastian finally found the will to move again.

  He moved off Nyssa and pushed some of the sweaty strands of hair away from her face, staring deeply into her eyes before leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead. Nyssa’s heart expanded in her chest, feeling like a glowing ball of warm light. She’d never felt so good in all her life.

  “I’m going to go run a bath for us,” Sebastian whispered, pecking the side of her face softly before getting up and leaving Nyssa alone on his bed.

  Nyssa felt sticky with sweat. She knew her body was probably as red as the surface of Mars, and she could tell there was cum dripping out from between her legs, probably staining Sebastian’s perfect sheets.

  And she’d never felt so beautiful or so powerful ever before in her life.

  They didn’t just fuck. They didn’t just have mindless, primal sex this time. They connected. They made love. And nothing wo
uld ever be the same.

  Chapter Fourteen

  One night about a few days later, Nyssa was halfway asleep when a faceless worry began to nag at the back of her mind, preventing her from slipping solidly into sleep. What the fuck? Nyssa wondered silently as she flipped herself around in bed a few times, trying to get comfortable. Her chest was aching a little bit, her nipples feeling oddly tender as they brushed up against the fabric of her pajama shirt, so it took a few moments to get settled. What am I so anxious about? Is it about the drug connection? She’d just given her old friend Dominic Sebastian’s information earlier that day, and everything seemed to be going smoothly as far as she could tell. But what was bothering her?

  It took her a few minutes before her mind landed on the right answer. My period! Nyssa thought, bolting upright in bed as soon as she realized what it was that was bothering her. It’d been weeks upon weeks since she could remember menstruating. That’s why her breasts were aching, why she felt like there was a distinct heaviness between her hips.

  “Okay, calm down,” she whispered to herself. She leaned down to press her head in between her knees, hoping to get some of the sudden nausea that had swept over her to abate or at least lessen in intensity. “Calm down, calm down, you’re fine, everything’s fine,” she murmured, rubbing her own shoulders to fight the tension in her bones and muscles. “You’re not pregnant. It’s just stress. You’re late because you’ve been worrying about Katrina. But it’s fine. Everything’s fine. You’re going to be okay.”

  She repeated those words over and over again under her breath until she managed to calm her breathing down and relax a little bit into the mattress. I’ll just find a way to get a pregnancy test, she thought to herself. I won’t be able to do anything about it until I know for sure. Until then, there’s no point in freaking out about it.

  Still, she couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night, lying stiffly on the bed until the first crack of dawn shone through her window. Nyssa got up, resigning herself to the fact that she wouldn’t be able to rest until she had an answer. After hurriedly dressing, she left the Giustini brothel as quickly and quietly as she could, slipping out onto the early-morning street and rushing to the nearest pharmacy.

  After buying a handful of different pregnancy tests, Nyssa debated whether or not to return to the brothel to test them out, but she finally decided to use the public bathroom at the nearby library instead. At least there no one will interrupt me from peeing several times in a row, she thought bitterly as she headed toward the library.

  Fifteen minutes later, she had the answer she needed, although not the one she was hoping for. “Goddammit,” Nyssa muttered to herself, staring down at the two little pink stripes on the pregnancy test that signified her doom. All the tests said the same thing. She was pregnant. There was no doubt of it now.

  By the time she finally worked up the will to exit the bathroom stall and head back out of the library toward the brothel, a light rain had started to fall. Nyssa didn’t bother trying to rush inside, away from the rain. She let it crash down on her head, soaking her hair all the way through by the time she finally made it back inside Katrina’s residence. I’m fucking pregnant. What the hell am I going to do now?

  Her body carried her to Kimmie’s room, where she weakly tapped on the door until her friend answered and let her in. “What are you doing up so early?” Kimmie asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes before gesturing for Nyssa to sit with her on her bed.

  “I’ve got news,” Nyssa said blankly.

  “Ooh, did Sebastian call you back to his place late last night after we all went to sleep or something?” Kimmie asked, a bright grin spreading across her face.

  Nyssa shook her head sadly. “No.”

  The grin slipped from Kimmie’s face, replaced by a worried expression. “What is it, honey? What’s wrong?”

  Nyssa cleared her throat, trying to force the words out, but then she just shook her head and reached into her purse to find one of the pregnancy tests. “Here,” she said, letting Kimmie lean over and inspect the contents of her hand. “Does that answer your question?”

  “Holy fucking shit!” Kimmie said, bolting up from the bed, her gaze flicking back and forth between Nyssa’s face and the positive pregnancy test in the palm of her hand. “Holy shit, Nyssa!”

  “I know,” Nyssa said sadly, stuffing the test back into her purse. “So that’s the end of me, I guess.”

  Kimmie slowly sat down next to Nyssa again, reaching over to grab her hand. “What are you going to do?”

  “I don’t know,” Nyssa said. She shrugged a little before letting her head sink into her free hand, cradling her pounding temple. “This has never happened to me before. All these years on the job and I’ve never fucked up this bad before.”

  “Hey, it happens,” Kimmie murmured, giving Nyssa’s hand a reassuring squeeze that didn’t have much effect. “Condoms break all the time, baby.”

  “He didn’t wear a condom,” Nyssa interjected.

  “Oh… why?” Kimmie asked.

  “I don’t know. I know I shouldn’t have let him fuck me without one, but…” Nyssa trailed off, uncertain of how to explain how she got here. “I just can’t say no to him.”

  Kimmie didn’t say anything right away, just letting her other hand come up to clasp over Nyssa’s, her fingers soothingly tracing over her knuckles. “Why don’t you tell him, honey?” she finally asked after several long seconds of peaceful silence. “He can help you get the money for… a procedure. If that’s what you want.”

  “Why would he help me?” Nyssa said, barely able to keep herself from scoffing at her friend’s attempt at a helpful suggestion. “I’m just some random hooker he’s fucked a handful of times. He’s got no reason to give a fuck. Face it, Kimmie. I’m screwed. If Katrina finds out, best case scenario, I’m back out on the street. More likely, she’ll have me fucking killed for daring to get knocked up by her boyfriend.”

  “Sebastian will protect you,” Kimmie said. She gave Nyssa’s hand another squeeze, with more force this time. “He’s not going to let her hurt you.”

  “How can you say that? I’m just a plaything he sticks his dick into now and again,” Nyssa said mournfully. “Katrina’s his girlfriend. He’ll take her side.”

  “When has he ever taken her side?” Kimmie asked. “Whenever we see them or hear them together, they’re fighting about some random bullshit. And from what you told me a few days ago, he’s been getting nicer and nicer to you.”

  “Just because I’m convenient,” Nyssa said, shaking her head in disbelief. “He doesn’t really care. Not in any real way.”

  Kimmie sighed, then whined a little under her breath as Nyssa pulled away from her and got to her feet to pace around the perimeter of the room. “I don’t believe you, Nyssa,” Kimmie said.

  “I think I know what I’m talking about,” Nyssa said, blowing out all her breath at once. “I know men, Kimmie. And Sebastian’s just like any other guy. He wants to get his dick wet whenever he feels like. Everything else is just a nuisance to him. Including me.”

  “Oh, come on!” Kimmie said. She got to her feet and began to follow Nyssa around the room. “Stop it, Nyssa. Just listen to me. He doesn’t love Katrina. He loves you.” Nyssa turned around and scoffed at her friend, but Kimmie kept going. “But even if you’re right and he doesn’t really care about you, what do you have to lose?”

  Nyssa froze in her tracks, almost running into Kimmie as she turned around to face her friend. “What are you talking about? Everything! I stand to lose everything if Katrina finds out. She’ll hurt me. I know she will.”

  “Sebastian wouldn’t tell her, either way,” Kimmie said. “Worst case scenario, he’ll tell you you’re on your own. But if you don’t tell him, you’ll always be wondering, what if? Don’t do that to yourself, Nyssa. Tell him.”

  Nyssa fell silent, staring into her friend’s wide earnest eyes. “Should I…?” She couldn’t even force herself to say the rest of the
question, but Kimmie seemed to understand her, nodding immediately.