Married to the Bad Boy

by Vanessa Waltz

  Heavy footsteps creak over the floorboards and finally come to a rest where I sit. His hand drops on my head, smoothing my face. I turn, and he grips a fistful of hair. It’s painful.

  What the fuck?

  I open my mouth to tell him to let me go, but the expression he wears stops me. His smile is more like a dark grin, and his eyes simmer with unbridled lust.

  My throat closes.

  “Get up.”

  He tugs my hair and I follow the pressure, standing up as he weaves an arm around my neck. My blood beats hard into his skin. His mouth hisses over my neck like a knife.

  “You’re such a slick little rat, aren’t you?”

  “What?”

  His hips shift, digging his rock-hard bulge into my back as he pushes me forward, toward the bedroom.

  “Your plan was to get some asshole to fill you with his cum. To get you knocked up.”

  His hand drops to my chest, groping my tits through my shirt.

  “No fucking way!”

  Hot lips graze over my ear, his soft voice adding a hot line of desire all the way to my pussy.

  “Except, I’m not just some asshole who’s going to let you leave with my kid. I’m going to give you what you want, baby.”

  My back hits the bedroom door and it flies open, banging into the wall. My heart pounds into my throat as his lips touch my neck, stinging my skin as he sucks hard. I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, but every movement on my skin is like a trail of fire.

  He turns me around so that his heated lips are against mine. “I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my cum every day, and after our kid is born,” he touches my belly and I feel a small thrill in my chest, “I won’t stop until I get you knocked up again, and again.”

  The breath catches in my throat. “I—I thought you didn’t want kids.”

  “I always wanted kids. I just didn’t want them while I was in the life, but that ship has fucking sailed. I’m going to have the family I always wanted, and you’re going to give it to me.”

  Tony, I love you.

  My heart swells and beats a little faster as I realize how true it is. I want to tell him. Maybe it’s because he’s embracing this fucked-up situation with open arms, or maybe it’s because he makes my panties melt without touching me.

  I rip off my shirt and Tony’s eyes watch my tits as he reaches around, undoing my bra. It slides down my arms and then I bend over to remove the jeans and soaking panties from my waist.

  “Such an obedient wife.” Tony’s grin stretches over his handsome face as he cups his hand over my pussy, gliding his finger over my clit. My legs shiver. “You really are made for me.”

  A low growl reverberates in his throat as he runs his hand up my waist, cupping my tits as his forefinger and thumb pinch my hard nipple. I arch my back as he touches the sensitive flesh and I reach up, grabbing his rough face to kiss him. It’s hard because he’s so much taller than I am, but he bends his neck and his soft lips seal against mine. It’s like having the flu: the shaking weakness, sensitive skin, the heat burning your skin. That’s what he’s like. Then I know that I’m bound to him for as long as he wants because he makes me feel like this. Because I love him.

  I’ll do anything for him.

  Maybe there’s a part of him that knows that. He pulls back with a very satisfied smirk, as though he already knows how bad I’ve got it for him.

  “Get on the bed and put your hands over your head.”

  I lie on the bed, my core pounding in anticipation as he rummages through the nightstand and pulls out heavy silver handcuffs. He’s never used them on me. It gives me a strange thrill to feel the cool metal burning against my skin as it clicks around my wrist, and then on the headboard behind me. He removes another pair from his nightstand, grinning like a devil as he tightens them around my ankles and attaches them to rope that he has tied around the legs of his bed.

  Tied up and helpless, I watch as he retrieves another instrument from his nightstand. It looks like a purple, U-shaped vibrator.

  Oh fuck.

  “You need to be punished first.” His face hardens suddenly.

  “For what?”

  “Don’t give me that fucking look,” he snaps. “You didn’t tell me that your ex ambushed you at your apartment. We’re married, now. No more fucking secrets.”

  He’s right.

  Then he clicks a button and the vibrator hums madly in his hands. I watch him as he walks between my legs with deliberate slowness, and then I feel one of the arms sinking inside me. The other one slides over my clit, holding me in place like a paper clip.

  I buck madly in my restraints, my heart rate jacked as both arms stimulate me. Pleasure rolls through me, slicing and zapping, and Tony smiles as he sits on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. Eventually he lies beside me.

  “I like having you like this. Easy access. Or I could just jack off to you all day.”

  “What are you trying to do?” My voice bursts out of me into a growl.

  He laughs at my rage and reaches out, touching my leg. The slight touch sends a jolt to my pussy, like an electric current.

  Oh God.

  My mind screams out for more as his laughter rolls over me like hot drops of rain down my back. It infuriates me to see him smiling sweetly as I jerk and twist on the bed, pleasure riding up my pussy. It jackknifes into my core mercilessly. My chest feels as if there’s a lamp hanging over my naked skin, burning. And then I feel it rippling through my core. My orgasm clenches my pussy hard as I gasp into my arm, avoiding Tony’s face.

  “Aw, did you come? Poor baby.”

  His fingers dig into my thigh as shock waves run through my body. Slowly he inches his hand up my thigh. It’s slow and torturous, and the vibrator doesn’t let up. Within seconds my heart hammers against my chest and electric shocks of desire slam into my pussy. Tony smiles as I let out a shrill gasp and then a moan as he envelops my pussy with his hand, muffling the sound of the vibrator for a moment.

  He leans over me, the heat of his body pressing into my side as he gently wipes strands clinging to my lips while his other hand massages me. He applies pressure to the device, and I arch my back as he suddenly hits a sensitive spot. A slow grin spreads over Tony’s rugged face as he presses down. Another searing spike of pleasure jolts up my pussy and his warmth is tantalizingly close. I think of his naked body, the weight of him when he’s deep inside me. I want his thick cock pulsing inside me, feeding the ache that burns for more.

  “Please, Tony. I can’t stand it—ah!”

  Another orgasm painfully clenches my core, making the handcuffs rattle as I seize my limbs. Tony just smiles at me, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek that feels erotic. Anything from him feels erotic right now.

  “That asshole made me feel like a fucking chump.” He slides his hand back to my ass and holds it firmly, giving me a forbidding look. “You should have told me he went after you. I would’ve killed him.”

  The look in his eyes along with the vibrator’s erotic massage makes me let out a thrilled gasp. The dark pools are filled with deadly calm, but suddenly they flash with vicious retribution.

  “You’re mine, and he disrespected me by meeting you behind my back. And he never faced any consequences. That’s your fucking fault.”

  “Tony I’m really—I’m sorry—”

  “You made me look weak in front of them. Do you know what that does in my line of work? Now they think I’m some kind of moron who lets his wife two-time him.” His eyes blaze and his fingers gouge into my flesh.

  The vibrator keeps buzzing, maddening me as Tony’s harsh voice cuts into my ear. He’s pissed, and for good reason, but I don’t fucking care. All I care about is the pain between my legs. It’s building up again. Jesus Christ. No!

  My moans shake from my chest as yet another painful grip seizes my cunt, and a wave of pleasure is quickly extinguished by the vibrator’s incessant buzzing. Tony’s hand suddenly smacks my ass, and the vibration from th
e blow adds to the maddening ache inside me.

  A finger lifts my chin so that I’m staring into his eyes. My heart clenches suddenly as I meet his gaze, and I want so badly for him to kiss me.

  “You will not do that again.”

  The voice he uses sends a stab of pain to my heart.

  “I won’t.”

  “Good,” he says, his harsh voice blowing over my face. “This is not an equal relationship, hon. You do what I say for your own fucking good.”

  A blaze of anger rears up inside me at those words. What the fuck is he talking about? “Fuck you. I do whatever the hell I want.”

  “That’s all in the past, babe. You’re not a princess anymore, you’re mine. Mine to play with, mine to fuck, mine to protect. Say it.”

  Heat burns my face, but then he crushes his lips against mine, devouring me as his tongue plays inside my mouth. His hand grabs my neck with a slightly firm grip, almost as if he meant to hold me down and claim me as he said he would. His fingers spread over my skin and drag down my chest, over the swell of my breast as he finally grabs the entire thing and squeezes. A small groan vibrates from his mouth as I arch into his touch. Everything about him drives me mad. Half of the time I want to slap him as much as I want to fuck him. He pulls back, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he watches me struggle.

  Who am I fucking kidding?

  “I’m yours.”

  “Say it all.”

  I purse my lips. He will not make me say it all. Then he reaches somewhere and touches a button on the vibrator, and it suddenly triples in speed. Oh fuck. Fuck. Something thick and hard—I need it now. My muscles clench over the device as it teases, never quite delivering what I exactly need.

  “I’m yours—Tony, please!”

  Soft laughter rains down on me as he turns the device off and slides it out of me. My legs tremble as I hear the sound of his clothes hitting the floor in muffled thumps.

  He climbs over the bed, the mattress squeaking as he crawls over me. His entire body is bared to me, but I can’t touch him. Instead, he touches me. It’s all a lesson. He’s in control, not me.

  A single finger rides up my stomach, between my breasts, and up my throat. Then his hand curls around my neck and I’m bursting with frustration.

  Fuck me, already.

  “You still can’t fucking let go, can you? What do I have to do to you, huh?”

  I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me with a finger.

  “No—not a fucking word until you submit to me.”

  His weight bears down on me, and his cock flattens against my stomach. Long, thick, impossibly rigid. A low whine leaves my throat as I imagine what it’d feel like. Fucking hell.

  Restrained, but not immobile, I shiver as he wetly kisses my throat, his stubble scratching my skin. Then another kiss bites the base of my neck and I gasp as he makes a sucking sound. His lips smile as he pulls back and looks at it.

  Another hickey. Goddamn it.

  “I will not fuck you until you tell me what I want to hear.”

  His knees nudge my legs, making them open wide as he begins to rock his body, sliding his cock up and down my aching pussy.

  This is ridiculous. I’m Elena Vittorio, not some—not some mob wife for him to order around.

  Then his tongue darts out, teasing the very tip of my hard nipple, which contracts at his touch. It’s a searing sensation—a direct line to my arousal. He watches my reaction, smiles, and then he takes my breast in his mouth, biting down hard. I let out a gasp of pain, and his teeth withdraw. The wet, strong muscle teases my nipple, playing as he closes his mouth over it and sucks.

  Oh God.

  “Tony, please.”

  He bites the nipple hard and it’s like another searing shock, and his cock is right there, rubbing against me. I’m ready for him.

  He grabs my face, his words almost hostile. “Say the fucking words.”

  “Tony, I—I’m in love with you. I’ll do anything.”

  Shock ripples through his face for a moment and he pauses, looking horribly frozen. Then he grunts and moves his hips, burying his face in my neck as he slides right in. It feels like home, and my heart still pounds so hard that it hurts, because I told him that I loved him.

  He didn’t say it back.

  He didn’t.

  I lift my legs as he fucks me mercilessly, pounding my aching pussy as he breathes harshly in my neck. Feeling him throb inside me is like paradise. I can’t remember the last time I felt so connected to someone. He’s the father of my child. I love him just for that.

  Then he comes hard, his cock ramming me so completely that I gasp in pain, loving that deep groan that growls in my ear. His hot breath steams my neck as he pulses inside me, the wetness flooding my pussy. He pulls back and kisses me hard as he thrusts deep, our sweat mingling together as he breaks our kiss to pant against my lips. There’s something different shining in his eyes as he smiles at me. I’ve never seen it before.

  “Thank you, Elena.”

  The voice is so weak that I’m surprised it’s coming from his chest.

  “For what?”

  “For making me care about something.”

  * * *

  It’s different between us.

  I can’t place it, can’t put a finger on it.

  It’s enough just to sit in his lap and hear his voice rumbling through my back. I’ve never felt so at peace with his arm around my waist, his chin over my shoulder. Maybe it’s because he’s so big, but I always feel safe in his arms. He plants an occasional kiss on my neck, and I glow inside. I flip through a catalog of baby-related shit we’ll have to buy, and Tony tenses underneath me.

  It’s still not real for him.

  “I just don’t know,” he admits in a low voice. “I don’t know if I’ll be ready.”

  I turn around in his lap, confronting his slightly worried gaze. It’s not like him to be insecure, but how can anyone be secure about this?

  “I don’t even know if I’ll be ready.”

  He lets out a short laugh. “If you’re not, we’re definitely fucked.”

  “It’s normal to be scared.”

  He winces at the word. “I just don’t want to fuck it up.”

  Gentle fingers brush over my belly and a light flickers in his eyes. Tony stands up with me in his arms and I slip down his waist, clutching his chest as he pulls a wad of cash from his jeans. He counts a small handful of bills and hands them to me. There has to be at least a thousand dollars in there.

  “I’ve got to go. Use it to buy some of this shit. Go with one of your girlfriends.”

  He hurriedly plants a kiss on my cheek and my heart squeezes as he gives me a wink and walks down the hall.

  “Where are you going?”

  He only smiles at me. Ah. Fine.

  “I’ll be back late.”

  TONY

  “I’ll be back late,” I tell her.

  If I come back at all.

  My finger rests over the trigger of my Glock as I close the door and descend the steps of my apartment. Purpose floods my veins as I walk toward my car. I unlock the door and slide in, starting the car. The car roars as I pull out of the parallel parking and drive toward Montmartre, away from my home in Plateau so that I can meet that stupid fuck, who still texts Elena.

  It wasn’t all right when she was my girl, but now that she’s my wife—my actually pregnant wife—I need to end that douchebag once and for all.

  He needs to die.

  My mind was made up the moment I saw that fucking look of entitlement on his face at the sit-down. He insulted me, and my blood boils just thinking about how he made me look like an asshole in front of my superiors.

  I’ll kill the piece of shit, and I won’t be quick about it, either. I’ll take my goddamn time and listen to him whine and bitch and beg me for his life.

  And that means going against Johnny’s orders.

  Hell, it’s not as if we haven’t killed wise guys before without permi
ssion. Guys get killed all the time. You get a bunch of hotheads in a room with guns, and some of them have arguments, and before you know it, one of them is dead. Once, a made guy from the Algiere family called Pierre an asshole while we were playing cards, and the crazy fuck shot him in the chest. Just like that—BAM—and he was gone. He was a made guy. We had to bury him where no one could ever find him. No body? No proof he was murdered.

  It’s that simple.

  I stop the car and park, looking for a male form on the street as I get out of the car and duck behind the pork store.

  I recovered the SIM card from Elena’s phone after I smashed it, and I use it to keep tabs on that motherfucker. The violent shit he sends her makes me sick to my stomach to read, but mostly it’s just like dumping a gallon of gasoline on fire. I’ve been dying to beat the piss out of this asshole for weeks. My fists are aching for action.

  My fingers fly over my cell phone as I slide in the SIM card, ignoring the fresh wave of violent text messages. Shit, I should be allowed to whack him based on what he says here:

  Your fucking boyfriend is dead, you dumb bitch

  I will be in my son’s life. You can’t stop me.

  I grin to myself. My son’s life. Dumb fuck.

  A cold feeling pricks over my bare skin and my head snaps up. A nauseated, vulnerable feeling slowly grips my insides, and I don’t even bother hiding my gun. I shove the cell phone down my pocket and hold the gun with both hands, glancing down deserted white streets.

  The gun slips in my cold, clammy fingers and I tighten the grip as I search behind the line of cars on the street. I don’t know why the fuck I feel like this.

  Like I’m about to be jumped.

  Maybe there was a flash of something—chrome. There it is. Just out of sight, peeking from the end of the block. The throttle of several motorcycle engines guns through my chest and I dive behind my car without thinking as explosions crash around me. The bikes scream down the street, and I know I’m going to die. Outnumbered.