Married to the Bad Boy

by Vanessa Waltz

  His hand curls around my neck and my pulse beats into his thumb. Gray eyes search my face, which grows more and more hot. “How am I supposed to trust you and let you in my home?”

  “Why would I do anything to piss you off? I already have one pissed-off mobster after me.”

  Deep dimples carve into his smile.

  “What if we don’t get along? Three months is a long time.”

  “We don’t have to get along. We just have to tolerate one another.”

  “This is crazy, Elena. It’s fucking nuts.”

  “But it’ll work, and you’ll be fifty thousand dollars richer. In a few months, we’ll divorce. It won’t mean anything, I just need to have a fucking ring on my finger for a while.”

  He considers it, lifting his head as he stares into the brick wall. I can see the cogs working in his head, weighing the advantages and disadvantages.

  “If you were my ex-wife, I could probably get a sit-down with Johnny if that asshole tried anything.”

  “Perfect.”

  He smiles at me. “There’s still no way you’re going to get people to believe this.”

  I think hard, staring into his honest eyes, and then a rush of adrenaline runs through my veins. “I’m pregnant.”

  A stunned silence follows my words, which Tony eventually breaks with a laugh.

  “That might work,” he says in an impressed voice. “Fuck, I’m going to hell.”

  A sigh of relief runs through my body as he shuts his eyes.

  “Why me?”

  Why did I choose him? Well, that’s simple.

  “You looked strong and—and I thought you were—well, you’re my type.”

  Mischief shines through his eyes. “Am I?”

  His eyes smolder suddenly and his hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me into his chest.

  “Can’t you tell?”

  A rush of heat fills my neck as I feel his warmth and his lips touch right under my ear. My skin shivers at the brief contact. Everything—his hands around my waist and his breath billowing over my skin—it overwhelms me. I’ve never been quite this speechless around a man before, but the sensations void all thought from my head.

  “Yes, I think I can.” He sears my neck with a biting kiss, one that’s sure to leave a mark. I moan and tremble in his arms.

  “Tony, I really don’t think we should—if we’re going to be living together we don’t want to complicate things.”

  He pulls back with a steely look in his eyes. “What?”

  “We shouldn’t have sex anymore.”

  Blackness descends over his face. “What’s the point of having a fake marriage if I can’t have any of the benefits?”

  I inhale a sharp breath as he plants a kiss, breathing hot air over my neck. Damn, it feels amazing. “It’s just a—a job.”

  “Uh-huh. And how the hell am I supposed to bring women back home if you’re there all the time?”

  My insides clench hard as I think about it. Fuck, I don’t want to think of him with other women. The thought of hearing him with another girl in his room makes me feel slightly sick.

  “We’ll think of something. I can stay at Tommy’s bar overnight.”

  He takes my face in his hands and I don’t think I’ve ever looked into someone’s eyes like this. It’s as if he’s stripping me down.

  “This isn’t going to change me, understand? Don’t ask me any more favors. I fuck who I want.”

  I swallow hard and give him a nod. “You’re a great lay, and all, but that doesn’t mean I’m attached to you. This is just business. We should keep it that way.”

  The smirk, his eyes, his thumbs slightly caressing my skin—it’s hard to think with all three at the same time.

  “We’ll see.”

  “I’m not exactly eager to jump into bed with another connected guy, if you know what I mean.”

  “I’m nothing like your piece of shit ex,” he says in a heated voice, eyes flashing. “As long as you understand that what we have isn’t ever going to become anything, we’ll be fine.”

  Good.

  “It’ll just be fun.”

  A pleasant growl rumbles in his throat.

  “Hold on—we only just met—doesn’t it take a while for those tests to find out if you’re pregnant?”

  Oh shit.

  “Yeah, but I don’t have a week.”

  He smiles against my neck and it sends electricity through my skin. “You can stay at my place.”

  “What—what if he shows up?”

  “He won’t.”

  Emotion floods my chest as I turn in his arms, cupping his rough face. “Tony, thank you.” I lean into his broad chest as he hands slip under the hem of my shirt, stroking my skin. Kissing him is so much stronger than the alcohol running through my veins. I feel myself unfolding, losing myself in his smell and the taste of his mouth.

  I shouldn’t touch him.

  He pulls back, his lips swollen. “We need to talk more about it, but right now—all I can think about is fucking you.”

  * * *

  The door closes and the shaking reverberates throughout the entire apartment. For a moment I think about how that sound terrifies me, and Tony’s huge bulk looms over me like a shadow. He just smiles at me in the darkness, knowing that I’ll eventually go to him. That my heart already pounds in anticipation of his touch.

  We’re not supposed to have sex.

  It keeps repeating in my head like a feeble whisper.

  What is it about him? I know he’s no good. He’s cut from the same cloth as Rafael. He’s a man whore, for god’s sake, and yet I still find myself drawn toward him beyond all sense or logic. How can I ignore a guy whose body looks like Brad Pitt’s in Troy?

  I step into his chest, swallowing down my dread that I’ve signed myself a deal with the devil. He seems to notice my mood. A slick grin spreads across his face and he smoothes the hair on my shoulders, tucking a few strands behind my ear.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Cold feet?”

  His hand feels incredibly cool against my cheek, or maybe it’s because I’m burning up. “No, it’s just—I don’t know how to act around you.”

  You make me nervous.

  “You’re paying me for my time, that’s all. Fucking me is not part of the payment, understand? I want you to want me.”

  His thumb brushes under my bottom lip as his smooth voice caresses my ears, and my palm spreads over his broad chest. “I do want you.”

  “I know.”

  “I just don’t know if this is a good idea.”

  “This whole thing isn’t a good idea.”

  “I know, but—”

  His mouth descends over mine finally, cutting off my protests, and I weaken in his arms as though his kiss somehow drains me of all energy. Then he bends, reaching under my knees so that I fly into the air—into his arms like a ragdoll. My arms link around his neck, but he pushes me higher so that my legs straddle his head. I squeal and clutch him as he backs me against the wall.

  “I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”

  How can I resist that?

  Last time, I tell myself. It’ll be the last time I have sex with him.

  His gritty voice makes my blood pound in my ears, and then his fingers burrow under my jeans and cool air stings my skin as he pulls them down. A thrill runs through me as he reaches under my shirt, finding the hem of my thong.

  It seems ridiculous, but my stomach flips at the thought of him eating me out. Rafael never would have done it—he thought that it was emasculating.

  Tony kisses my inner thigh and I curl my fingers in his hair. “I’m going to lick your pussy, and you’re going to love it.”

  The last thread of resistance breaks as soon as his dark head bends over, his hot mouth breathing over my wet folds, and then the slightest touch of his lips against my clit sends a lightning bolt through me. I arch my back as his tongue reaches back and licks.

  A shrill sound escapes my mouth.

/>   Holy crap.

  I’ve never, ever experienced anything like this.

  He lifts his head, smiling.

  “That’s right. I want to hear you scream. I want to feel you come when my tongue fucks you.”

  It thrills me to hear him talking like that. Fuck, it’s hot.

  The wet, hot muscle moves down my slit, taking care to flick over my sensitive clit as I try not to squeeze his head off with my thighs. His mouth closes over me, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation. I look down, and his head is buried in my pussy. Eyes closed in apparent ecstasy, he sucks hard, and a small explosion occurs in the pit of my stomach. I never knew it could feel so fucking good. My fingers dig into his skull as the pounding ache between my legs grows, and I dimly feel ashamed for how turned-on I am, for how my juices run down his chin. The smooth muscle slides inside me, teasing me. It’s not big enough—not wide enough to satisfy the burning ache.

  “Tony, please—Jesus!”

  He ignores me as his hands caress my bare ass, his tongue continuing its torture as he fucks me with his mouth. I dig my fingers into his hair and pull hard, and he lets out a muffled growl.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

  His finger curves into my pussy and I moan out loud as it slides into me. His tongue flicks over my clit as his finger fucks me mercilessly, and I clench my muscles, face screwed up almost in pain. I just want him to fuck me, already. Just fuck me!

  Then his tongue slides in again and he presses his face to my pussy, burying himself as deep as he can go as he pinches my clit. A violent reaction rips through my body, and I cry out loud as contractions seize me. Ecstasy rolls through me as Tony pulls away, laughing. He kisses my inner thigh and I dig my hands in his hair so painfully that he winces.

  I slide down his chest, and as my hands explore him—the rock-hard cock between his legs—I want him again. My swollen core clenches hard, and I just yank his shirt apart, hard enough so that several buttons fly off.

  He laughs as they scatter loudly over the floor and his wet lips press against mine. “You are so fucking eager. I love it.”

  I open my mouth, tasting myself, loving the way my musk mingles with his scent. My hands move over his ripped, tattooed muscles, and I want to lick every hard bump and stretch of taut flesh.

  Suddenly he buries his hand in my hair and pulls hard. “I don’t care if our arrangement isn’t real, your tongue will only taste my cock.” His fingers shove inside me. “Same with your pussy. It’s mine, along with the rest of you. I have a reputation, and you’re not going to fuck it up.”

  “So you can fuck whoever you want, but I can’t? That’s not fair.”

  “Nothing about the life is fair.”

  I curl my lip bitterly when I look at his rigid face. He’s right, though. Mafiosi may fuck behind their wives’ back, but the wives definitely don’t do the same thing. Not if they know what’s good for them.

  It’s fucked up.

  “You want to be married to me? You have to play the game.”

  That’s right. Play the game.

  A satisfied smirk flicks over his face and then is replaced with smoldering lust. I know that I’m just a good lay to him. He doesn’t do relationships. I can see the conflict in his eyes.

  “Don’t get attached to me, Elena. I’ll just disappoint you. Just expect great sex from me, nothing else.”

  “I don’t know if I can detach like that.”

  His voice is ragged. “Try.”

  His hand gropes my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple as he kisses me again, and then he leads me to the huge window and turns on the light so that we light up like a Christmas tree. Everyone in the neighborhood can see us. Excitement runs up my leg when he slides up behind me, kissing my neck. A possessive arm snakes around my waist and grabs my tits roughly.

  “Do you want to please me, baby?”

  His lips sear my neck over and over, like hot brands. It’s as though he’s marking me as his.

  “Yes, fuck—of course—”

  I can’t fucking think when you’re playing with my tits and kissing my neck.

  “If you want to be in this house, you’ll let me fuck you in front of the whole world.” He squeezes my breast again. “I want them to see me claiming your beautiful body. I want every asshole looking in my apartment to be jealous of me. I want your ex to see me banging his girl.” A wolfish grin smiles at me, reflected from the glass. “The fact that I’m fucking a made guy’s girl gives me a bigger thrill than finding a new piece of ass every night.”

  He’s cruel and crazy, but the hard bump digging into my ass is impossible to ignore. I turn around in his arms and I grab his thick cock, loving how his eyes lock onto mine. I sink to my knees and kiss him through his slacks, feeling him twitch.

  It’s fucking crazy. I shouldn’t feed his ego, but his words have me on fire, and I’ll do anything for him. I’ll blow him in front of the window, and I hope Rafael sees. A savage pleasure burns my chest at the very idea.

  Fuck you, asshole. You and I are done.

  I tear the slacks from his hips. Without even looking at him, I slide his hard length in my mouth as his hands caress my head. The long sigh he gives me makes my pussy contract, and I reach around his muscled thighs to run my hands over his ass. I stick my tongue out, imaging that asshole watching from the ground, and I take his cock as deep as I can. I want that jerk to see me blowing Tony with more enthusiasm than I ever showed him.

  Tony lets out a volley of swear words in French that makes the glow between my legs pulse.

  “Crisse de tabarnak… Keep going, baby!”

  I ride my tongue under the ridge of his cock, flicking it over his head. The sloppy, wet noises echo in his apartment and I see myself, head swinging back and forth as his hands fist my hair. Then he moves his hips, grunting loudly. My jaws widen as he pushes all the way down, and I push my tongue out so that it just barely strokes his balls. His abdomen presses against my nose as I feel him throb inside my throat, and then he pulls out so that I can breathe.

  “Do you like it when I fuck your mouth?”

  My chest heaves as I catch my breath, his cock rock hard in my hands. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  He strokes my head in a surprisingly tender gesture. “All right, baby. Open wide.”

  I grab his thighs and open my mouth obediently. He thrusts inside me slowly, gradually picking up the pace. Then he buries himself. I feel the thickness bulging down my throat as his hips slide closer and closer to my eyes. My air chokes off and he bends slightly, grinding his cock against my lips even though it can’t go any deeper. I clutch his thighs, wanting more of him.

  “Fuck!”

  He pulls out and looks down at me, raking a shaking hand through his hair. He grabs my arm and pulls me up roughly. “I need that pussy of yours now.”

  An indescribable look consumes Tony’s face before he crushes his lips against mine and slams me against the glass. His arms curl underneath me and he lifts me over his powerful waist. A thickness presses against my core and suddenly my walls yield around him. I bury my face in his neck as his cock sinks into me.

  My legs wrap around him and he stabs my pussy with his cock, burying his face in my neck. God, it’s so long and deep. I feel it sliding up my channel, widening the walls. Then he thrusts hard, and it knocks the breath out of me.

  Again.

  And again.

  And again.

  I moan to the ceiling as he kisses my neck. His balls slap against my pussy as his body rocks with his thrusts. My back freezes against the cold glass, but I imagine the show we must be giving to anyone looking out the window, and it fills me with fire. My flesh stings as Tony takes one of my nipples in his mouth and bites down, pulling my waist to bury his cock inside me at the same time.

  “Fucking gorgeous tits.”

  He throbs inside me, slowly pulsing in and out as his tongue works magic on my tits. He takes my breast in his cavernous mouth and sucks hard, flicking his tongue over
my nipple. It’s as though he’s rubbing my clit, and the ruthless pounding tightens the coils inside me like a spring. My moans cut off sharply with a jerk of his hips. Then he lifts his head with a manic grin on his face, and I know that every sound I make feeds his energy.

  He kisses me and swallows my moans. I make several more desperate sounds and then he bites my lip hard and thrusts. The glass groans as I’m crushed against it. His body rubs against my clit and fireworks explode in my abdomen, my pussy clenches over him, and he sucks hard on my bottom lip. Then his cock makes a twitch inside me and his low voice groans in my mouth. Liquid warmth fills me as he makes one last, violent shove, and another.

  Then, shaking, he lowers me to my feet. I tremble on my legs and sit down against the glass, feeling like a puddle of water. Tony sits down next to me and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his heated chest.

  It’s relaxing and comfortable, sitting here in his arms.

  “So, do you think anyone saw us?”

  A shaky laugh leaves my mouth as I glance at the street. “I don’t know.”

  Now that it’s over, a stab of anxiety hits my heart. We both got a bit carried away in the heat of the moment.

  “I wonder if he’s out there—watching.”

  The thought sends goose bumps prickling my flesh. “I doubt it.”

  “We’ll have to rectify that.”

  My body shudders. “Tony, I don’t want to provoke him. You don’t either.”

  “Oh, I do. It gets me off, Elena.” He strokes my hair. “Fucking you is playing with fire. If he had any inkling that we were messing around, I would get killed.”

  I turn around in his arms and look at his strangely calm face. “Then why are you doing this?”

  “Because I don’t care.”

  He smirks, but I don’t feel any of the warmth. It’s like being doused in ice water.

  I really did make a deal with the devil.

  TONY

  The cold liquid burns a line of fire down my throat. It’s raw. It hurts. It used to be that the pain was enough to drown out the gnawing ache in my chest. After years and years of fucking people up, and disposing bodies, the pain vanished. Just like everything else.

  I slam down shots because I want to put on an act. I want to look like a man at the end of his rope.