by Via Mari
Marenah
Dammit. I should have known he would figure it out, but now that he has, I either need to come clean or lie. If it were just me, I might be tempted to tell a small little untruth, figure out a way to get myself out, and just disappear. Unfortunately, it’s not only me and Matt, but Jay and Sasha that will be impacted by however this turns out as well.
The Italian Family will not take kindly to having both Jay and Matt, who are supposed to take over their security teams, intertwined with the Russian and Chicago families, but will like it even less if they find out what I do for a living. I’m still contemplating when his voice cuts through my thoughts and he slides his plate over toward me with a half of a sandwich.
“Marenah, I need the truth, Princess,” Matt says, lifting my chin so that my eyes have nowhere to go except his deep grey steely ones.
I take a few bites, contemplating my next move while he watches me, before I place my finger on his lips and gesture for him to follow me. “I can’t tell you what you want to know. This relationship may be short lived, but we have a little bit of time,” I say, grasping his shirt and dragging him slowly toward the bathroom. I run my fingers over his lip, to keep him silenced before we close the door to the bathroom. I pull a switch that starts the overhead fan, turn the water on full blast, and then press a finger to my lips, letting him know without a word that I’m still not comfortable in our surroundings. He sends a text to his team, and I can only surmise it’s to turn off the mics wherever they are, and when he’s finished just looks down at me. “Tell me.”
“I can’t divulge who I work for, Matt, but what I can tell you is that if the shoes were reversed, you would be doing the same thing. I’m trying to help people, innocent people that are being snatched from their lives and sold. You need to understand. These people are sisters, daughters, nieces, brothers, sons, and nephews. They take the young and snatch them right out of their very lives. They used to take young women, now they take young girls and boys, too. I don’t have long Matt, or an entire truckload of people will be gone, vanished, right into the hands of the people I’m trying to find. I may not be who you think I am, but I’m not one of the bad guys,” I say.
His eyes have darkened. “Trafficking,” Matt grinds out.
“Yes, and it’s getting worse and worse. Every major city, and if we don’t do something, it’s just going to keep going.” I know I’ve been sworn to secrecy, but I haven’t told him who I work for, and if Matt and his men can help, especially in this one case, knowing what awaits these people on the other side, then I have to take the chance, the job be damned.
“I can’t stand the thought of innocent girls being picked up in a multitude of ways and then sold out for the highest dollar,” Matt growls. “It’s the very reason I got into the life I did to begin with. Tell me what’s happening. Take me and my men there. They won’t stand a fucking chance. If they’re holding innocent women, we’ll rescue them, but you need to trust us,” Matt says, swiping his finger over my upper lip.
“There’s no way I can do that without blowing my cover. My job will be history. If I let you in on this, and I want to, you need to know that it has to be done by the book, my way, Matt. If we don’t, it will cost me my job and maybe our lives and those of others.”
Matt
She reaches up on her tiptoes, pulls my face down and kisses my lips. “Please, I want to feel you, one more time,” she whispers, and my cock hardens with the desire to be inside of her tight little pussy again, but it’s more than that. I’ve known it since the first time I saw her, there’s just something about this woman that calls to me on a level I’ve never known.
I have a hard time separating my need to protect her with my need to claim her, really claim her, but those smoldering baby blues and hard little nipples are more than a man can take. I rub her rosy little tips, gently at first, and then with a firmer hand as her eyes grow lusty. I walk her back to the wall, sliding her hands above her head, knowing what she needs. “Keep them there,” I say, unwrapping her robe slowly, exposing her creamy flesh, inch by delicious inch. I kiss her lips, and then suckle the length of her neck, moving south until I get to her creamy breasts.
I slide her robe down farther, just enough to control exactly when her needy nipples will be exposed to the cool of the air. As I let the material slowly expose them to me, she gasps, and I take one in my mouth. “Is that what you like, Marenah?” I ask.
She is speechless, just watching me, but nods her head in agreement as I twist her nipple with my hand, gently and then stronger, watching her eyes, knowing it’s building her pleasure, and when she moans, I know it is time.
“Keep your hands above your head,” I say, kissing slowly down her body, letting her robe fall to the floor and tsk when I see she’s covered her pussy with a pair of lacy panties. “You won’t be needing these, Marenah,” I say, sliding them over her hips and letting them fall to the floor. My dick releases some precum, just taking in the beauty of her body.
I run my engorged length along her slit, holding her hips in my hand, keeping her pulsing and needy against the wall, teasing her with my length.
Marenah moans her want, and I wrap myself before pushing deep into her warmth, connecting with the bottom of her, and she doesn’t back away from the intensity or the pleasure; instead her hips tilt, letting me know it’s not too rough and exactly how needy she is.
I thrust in and out, slowly but deep, making sure I hit the bullseye that sends her hips into a frenzy to meet me. Fuck she’s so hot, pushing against me, trying to connect with my cock, and all I want to do is drive into her, time and time again, but I want her climax to build, so I restrain myself, leaving her on the edge, making her pant as I slow, lifting her hips until she has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist as I slide my dick in even deeper, but barely an inch at a time. I want her right here, on the edge, until I tell her to come and I bring her to a frenzied orgasm. Her little pants are almost more than I can stand, and she moans so softly, over and over, and it reverberates in my ear and makes my cock throb. Fuck!
My dick is deep inside of her and I know exactly how close she is when her pussy clenches me like a vice, milking me with her pleasure. She nuzzles me with her mouth, those soft, wet, sweet little lips and tongue caressing my neck and ears. She thinks she’s in charge, and as much as I love her playfulness, and the fact that she wants to provide me pleasure, she’s not in charge in the bedroom.
I keep her on the edge, pushing into her velvety warmness, and her panting nearly brings me over the edge, but I hold it together. “Tell me how you want me to be inside of you. Soft and slow, hard and fast, tell me Princess,” I say, grasping her hips as I thrust deep inside of her.
“I want you to fuck me like my family history doesn’t matter,” Marenah says.
And fuck if that’s not exactly what I want to do.
“I want you so deep inside of me, whatever you want, if you need to protect me, do it, if you need to distance yourself, I trust you,” Marenah says, pulling my face toward her and kissing my mouth gently.
Fuck, I need to claim this woman. She doesn’t have a safeword, she will in the future, but for now. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much, Princess,” I say, licking her neck and suckling as I nuzzle into the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder, sucking her creaminess, knowing I’ll leave my mark before driving my throbbing engorged cock deep inside of her.
She cries out, pushing her neck into my mouth, her body into my own, bucking against me as I provide her with every pleasure that I can possibly give, driving against that special spot until she’s trembling and I tell her to come, and she lets go, her tight little pussy clenching my cock, her walls suctioning my cock as I thrust deep inside of her, making her ride the waves, thrusting through them, over and over as we cling to one another.
I hold her tight, feeling her body’s pulse against my own as we start to come down,
and I carry her to bed. My boss knows that she has family ties to both the Chicago and Russian Mafia, but what I didn’t tell them is that she could be a fucking spy because I didn’t fucking know, and either way leaves me in a god damn sling, but damn if I give a fuck as I pull her softness against my body, stroking her soft velvety skin, before her breathing slowly starts to slow and her trembling begins to subside.
Fuck if I’ve ever even noticed another woman’s breathing as she came down from what I gave her. Until now, while I’ve always wanted to ensure my partner’s pleasure as much as my own, when it was done, it was over. A kiss, a hug, thanks for a wonderful night, perhaps a ride home. But this is different, and I’ve known it from the very first time I saw her. I pull her body tighter against my own and she nuzzles into my chest.
I stroke her creamy skin, keeping her close as she falls asleep in my arms. I look down at her sleeping frame. There’s no goddamn way I’m letting her take this on alone, but my little princess is a fiery little package of kick-ass when she needs to be. I certainly won’t stand in her way if she’s trying to save innocent children, but fuck if she’ll do it on her own, trained spy or not.
* * *
I’ve been watching her for at least an hour or so. I find myself wide awake due to the time difference between Italy and Chicago, with nothing to do but stare at my princess and try to figure out how to protect the woman who gives herself over completely to my control in the bedroom, but can handle herself like the elite trained soldier that she is in a square-off with anyone.
This won’t be easy, because she’s already told me her target is trafficking. I know her mind is on the women and children, but I also know this means the badass boys that I used to work for, and that still work for her father, are involved. I won’t let her go in alone, or any of the people my princess is trying to protect be sold, but this is much more complex than she thinks.
Marenah wakens and kisses my chest before looking up at me. “What’s the matter?” she asks.
I hold her close and tell her exactly what I’ve been contemplating. She’s been up-front with me and I’ll do the same. When I tell her what I know about trafficking and how my team will help, she closes her eyes for a second. “I hate that I need help, but I love that you’re willing to give it. Tell me why you’re willing to do this for me. We’ve barely met,” she says just barely above a whisper.
“You’re pushing buttons that I haven’t dealt with in a while, Princess,” I say, sliding her hair aside, leaving the length of her neck exposed so I can stroke the creaminess of it with my fingers. “I had a friend once, her name was Alyce, and she was taken. They didn’t have a fancy name like trafficking for it back then,” I say.
Marenah’s body tenses, but then her hand squeezes mine, settling it in front of her, and I take pleasure in the fact that even though she doesn’t like that I’ve brought up another female, she’s reached out to provide me comfort when she believes I need it.
I turn her to face me and push the lock of hair from her face so I can watch her reaction. “She meant a lot to me, Princess, but not in the way you think. I never had a family, grew up moving from foster home to foster home. Then I met Alyce. She was a year older and never had a family either. We became close, used to watch movies together and just hang out. She got invited to a school play. She was so excited, got dressed up and curled her hair. I was waiting up for her so I could see how it went, but she never returned. I went searching for her. Scoured the entire fucking town, but it was too late.
“It took a while, but I learned she was snatched by a local gang. Long story, but she ended up dead instead of sold off. A few years later, I joined the Chicago Mafia as a runner. I got their protection, and their informants helped me find those men, and I systematically took them out, one at a time. I know I should have felt some sort of remorse for killing in cold blood, but I didn’t then, and I don’t know. There was just the need to avenge her death, to make someone pay for taking someone so young, vibrant, and full of life. The mafia became the family I never had, and eventually made me their enforcer.
“One night, and a few leader changes later, I learned the family was getting into the business of snatching girls like Alyce and had figured out a way to make even more money by selling them to the highest bidder overseas. The sick fucks were getting into buying children. Alyce had so many dreams of getting out of the life she found herself in. She used to say that I was the only good person in her life. She wouldn’t have been proud of the man I turned into, and I sure as hell couldn’t work for people that were doing that to women. I ended up working undercover for a few years and learned through another undercover friend that Chase had an opening for security. The rest is history, but leave it to suffice I know which side of the law I want to be on, and it’s his.”
Marenah nuzzles her thigh in between mine, gazing at me with those sky-blue eyes. “I’m sorry you lost someone so close to you. I can’t even imagine,” she says, pulling my neck down so she can reach my lips and kiss them with her velvety softness.
I gather her in my arms, drawing her close, inhaling her scent and that of my own desire, which still lingers on her skin. I trace over the skin I’ve lightly marked with my passion and capture her tongue’s warmth with my own. She moans with pleasure, pressing her naked body against my own. I slide my hands over her curves. This physical attraction is something that surpasses anything I’ve felt for any other woman, and it’s so much more, but I have difficulty deciphering it while her hot little pussy is rubbing against my aroused body.
I’ve never been into vanilla, but with her I want to start there, to go slow, to savor every one of her gentle touches, listening to every soft moan of pleasure as I slide my covered cock deep inside of her, thrusting against the very spot that drives her hips up against mine, something I don’t normally allow, but feeling her express her sexual pleasure, reciprocating, is beyond arousing, and I find myself permitting it as we both reach the edge, stay there, pivoting and rocking into each other, so close but still holding back until we no longer do, and I thrust us over the edge again.
Marenah
I stretch, feeling the evidence of where he’s been, and everything he’s revealed to me, turning over and curling up to his pillow, inhaling his scent and listening to the sound of the shower in the background. I’ve almost dozed off again when alarms begin blaring. Matt appears from the bathroom, slides into a pair of pants, and throws me the clothes I was wearing earlier. “Get dressed quickly,” Matt instructs, pulling on a t-shirt and bending down to lace his boots. While I slide into my clothes, he checks his phone, nodding, and begins texting.
“We need to move,” Matt says, and takes my hand as I slip into my shoes.
“Wait,” I say, throwing my hair up in a clip before pulling the Glock from my purse. His eyes narrow as he watches me slide it in to the back pocket of my pants, then slip my knife into my sock underneath my jeans before he has the door open and mouths “Let’s go” and half-drags me down the hallway.
Just as we reach the stairs, he holds me back.
“Roger that,” Matt says and I glance up, noticing for the first time the earpiece and the mic hanging from his shirt. That equipment is not standard bodyguard issue, and damn if I don’t know where that shit came from. The ding of the elevator alerts us to the arrival of others, and Matt steps in front of me with a hand on his piece.
I would have rested easier a few minutes ago, with his hand on me, guiding me to safety, but now that I’ve seen his equipment, I don’t know what to think or who he’s really working for. He places his hand on the small of my back and I tense, knowing I’ll never be able to get the Glock from him if he chooses to use it at this point. I still have my knife, but he knows exactly how and where I’m armed, and if this man is working for who I think, he’s been trained to fight as good, if not better than me.
He continues to lead me down the stairs, silencing me with the tip
of his finger on my lip as an elevator dings in the distance. We wait until we hear voices in the distance laughing, heading the opposite direction. He guides me down the few remaining steps, out the back door and into an awaiting limo.
Nate has the door held open and the team that have surrounded us get us to the car. “Get out of here. We’ll find out who they are and won’t be far behind you.”
“Thanks, Nate,” Matt says before the man closes my door and Matt slides into the backseat beside me, and Nate jumps into the front seat. “Floor it,” Matt says, as the driver peels away from the hotel, heading toward the coast, and after a short while begins expertly navigating the sharp curves and terrain of the Amalfi Coast.
“Where are we going, Matt? I knew someone would be coming for me, but I didn’t think it would be the people you work for, although it’s pretty clear now,” I say.
He scowls slightly and turns his steely eyes at me. “You think the people I work for are coming for you? I’m not tracking, Princess.”
“Who do you work for Matt, really? Are you still with the mafia, are you working for the Interpol sleazes?”
He considers my question, and his eyes don’t waver. “No to both, Marenah. The mafia life is well in the past, but I think I’m going to need some clarification around Interpol. You’ve kept the fact you’re working as a spy from me, and that you’re the granddaughter of the Russian Mafiosi. You think I’m working for people that want to hurt you, and think Interpol are the bad guys?” Matt asks.
