Hitman's Promise: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Naomi West

  I lean down and unbutton the top few buttons of his dress shirt. I’m thrilled when my exploration reveals a smattering of dark chest hair. I kiss the soft triangle where his neck meets his chest and I feel his voice growling under my lips.

  His fingers tangle in my hair again and he drags my mouth back to his. He may be on the bottom, but he completely controls this kiss. My hair falls forward and curtains us off from the world. One of his hands travels down to my ass and grabs a handful. He grinds my hips against him and a dart of pleasure sends a shockwave through me. I break off the kiss and give a gasp of surprise. I could actually come like this, dry humping him on the living room floor.

  Suddenly he pushes me back so I’m sitting straight up. He drags his hands up my sides. They don’t pause beneath my breasts this time. His hands, hot and hard, come over my chest. His thumbs drag over my nipples and my thighs tense, bringing me up and off of him for a second. It’s like there’s an electric charge that connects my clit to my nipples. He touches me there and I feel it between my thighs.

  “Oh God,” I moan and push my hips into him.

  Suddenly he stills beneath me. “You got a bra to match those panties that you wore for him?”

  I nod and he instantly grips the neckline of my dress in two fists like he’s about to rip it off of me. My hands fly up to stop him. “The dress was for you.”

  “What?” he asks gruffly, passion cloudy in his eyes.

  “I wanted you to see me in this dress. I wore it for you,” I pant and push my hips against him again and he pushes his hips up at the same time. My mouth opens in an ‘O’ at the sheer pleasure of it.

  The hands on my neckline flatten out and reach to the back of dress, dragging the zipper down little by little. He bats the thin straps of the dress down my arms and pulls the dress down to reveal the simple silk bra I have on underneath.

  “It’s a shame you can never wear this bra again,” he says and effortlessly unclasps it, tossing it across the room with my panties. I fight the urge to cover my breasts from his ravenous vacuum of a stare. He props himself on one elbow and drags his hand over his face. “Jesus Christ, Alessia.”

  “What?” I ask, almost giving in to insecurity.

  “You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” His eyes shoot up to mine and I feel myself falling into them.

  He plants his hands on my lower back and gently pulls me forward. One of my nipples gets sucked into his mouth in the process. I cry out. The ecstasy I felt at the mercy of his thumbs through my clothes is nothing compared to the rake of his teeth across my bare skin. His hands knead and stimulate the tenderness of my skin while his mouth relentlessly licks and sucks at me.

  I grind my hips against him again and, looking down, I realize that my dress is still bunched around my waist. Suddenly I want it off. I want to be naked with him. My heart races as I sit up and tug at it, trying to get it the hell off of me.

  “Careful with my dress,” he says and gently tugs it over my head. He reaches over and lays it out on the coffee table like it’s a sacred object. “You wore that for me.”

  I smile at him and surprisingly it wipes the smile off his face completely. It’s like I’ve punched him in the gut.

  “Stand up,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

  “What?”

  “I said, stand up, Alessia. I never thought I’d get to see you naked and I want to look my fill.”

  He grips me by the hips and has me standing up. I quickly take a few steps back from him as he pulls himself to the couch and spreads his arms out across the back of it. The evening light has dimmed and we haven’t turned on any lights, but I know he can see me as clearly as I can see him.

  He pants as his eyes slide over me, up and down. They linger on my breasts and bottom out when they finally arrive at my pussy.

  Dare runs one hand over his hair as he looks at me thoughtfully, seeming to come to a decision, and he puts his hand in the air and makes a circle. Like he's telling me to twirl around.

  I slowly turn. When I’m turned completely away from him I hear a low, strangled growl. When I’m facing him fully again I’m struck with what's actually happening. Dare is sitting leisurely on the couch, fully dressed in his usual button up and slacks and I’m completely naked for him and I feel somehow complicit in this.

  I feel a wave of even more wetness between my legs and I press my thighs against it.

  His eyes follow the motion and a feral grin whips across his face.

  “Don't worry, gorgeous. I haven't forgotten about your needs. But I had to be selfish and look at you for a minute.”

  He motions with his hand and I close the distance between us like he's pulled me toward him on a string. As soon as I’m within arm’s reach he swipes his arms out and pulls me onto his lap, settling me on his crotch so I’m straddling him.

  His hands, pressed to my knees, trail up my thighs and to my ass. He grabs two handfuls and experimentally jiggles them a little bit. His eyes dilate as he watches the effect that has on my hips and breasts. His head falls back on a groan.

  “I was wrong. You were made for more than just attention.”

  One hand trails up my side and teases my nipple into hard, straining attention. The pleasure is too much and my head falls back as my hips work against the air. He braces his forearm against my lower back and suddenly he flips us again so that I’m spread out on the couch underneath him like a buffet. My hands fall on either side of my face, palms up. I’m panting and on fire. Something inside me is tightening and racing and he hasn't even touched me yet.

  “Alessia,” he says, his voice so low I almost miss it. “You were born for worship.”

  His eyes are on mine and I'm completely under the spell of his stare as he slowly leans forward. My knees fall open of their own accord.

  The evening light has become a deep, royal blue and his face is shadowed and hungry. He slides his hands under my ass and tilts me up toward him.

  “So that’s what I’m going to do, gorgeous.” His eyes are boring into me and I can’t breathe or move, all I can do is wait in desperate, needy anticipation. “I’m going to worship you. And you’re going to take it.”

  He lowers his mouth to my pussy and in that moment, I see into another dimension. My eyes are open, but unseeing, as my world both goes black and explodes into color. The pleasure is so acute, so intense that my back arches off the couch. My hands reach out for something to grab and end up fisting in my own hair. He swipes at me with his tongue. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good or this intimate.

  I’m extremely aware of Dare’s tongue circling my clit, pressing inside of me. This is Dare’s mouth suckling me. This is Dare’s deep groan I can feel vibrating into my pussy. His mouth is hot and patient. I can’t help but push my hips toward him, into him. He growls and grips my ass even harder, but he won’t be rushed. He works his tongue into me and up over my clit again. Suddenly, I feel his hand at my entrance.

  He sucks my clit into his mouth and suckles insistently at the tight bud. At the same second I feel him press a finger into my channel. I’ve never felt anything like it before. His thick digit is pressing me open, creating a deep, insistent pressure inside of me. I struggle and bite my tongue to keep from coming.

  “Oh, fuck,” he says and presses his face into my thigh. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

  He strokes me from the inside, his finger curling up and twisting and triggering something inside me I’ve never even imagined I could feel. I feel his mouth on my thigh. He sucks my skin into his mouth and bites down. The pain is sharp and shoots straight to my clit. There’s no stopping it now.

  “Dare!” I scream as my entire body tenses and arches up.

  As soon as I start to come, he clamps his mouth back over my clit and suckles me again. I can feel the heat of his mouth and the heat of my pussy mixing and colliding. My wetness slides down my thighs and his hand, as my pussy tightens and tightens around it. I can feel every molec
ule of my being. I’m dissolving into thin air as my orgasm spirals, corkscrewing into infinity. There is no limit to me or my pleasure. I’m no longer just a human. I’m pleasure itself as he curls his fingers inside me, strokes a certain spot deep inside, and my orgasm strengthens. I hear my voice give out as my thighs clamp down on him. My hips thrust like a madwoman even as every other muscle in my body tightens and freezes in complete and utter ecstasy.

  He strokes me completely through my orgasm and beyond. He gentles his tongue and his fingers inside of me, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to lap at me, eliciting little electric aftershocks that have me gasping. I’m a blissful puddle underneath him.

  He kisses and nips at the inside of my thigh again and starts to nibble up my body. His mouth leaves a trail of fire over my hipbones, across my belly, up the staircase of my ribcage. He nips and licks his way up my body to my neck where again, he uses suction to have me arching off the couch. I feel him grip me with his teeth right in the curve of my neck and I gasp and push my hips into him again, amazed that I have the energy for anything after the orgasm I just had.

  His hips are lined up with mine and he pushes them into me. My pussy presses against the front of his pants. I can feel the steel of his shaft behind his clothes and my legs circle his waist, pulling him even more firmly against me.

  I work my hips into him as he rears up over me. I’m gasping and reaching for him, trying to bring his mouth down to mine but instead he grabs my hands in his, plants them on either side of my head, and holds me in place as he thrusts his hips forward. Another orgasm is building inside me and I can’t control it. I’m already so close again.

  “Another,” he murmurs, his mouth a breath away from mine. “Give me what’s mine. That orgasm belongs to me.”

  He clamps his mouth on mine and I can taste myself on his tongue. His words and the flavor and the movement, all of it combined sends me rocketing into another orgasm. I think I scream his name as I tense and arch against him.

  My toes flex into a perfect point and my breasts are crushed against his chest. Our hands are a clench of tangled fists and he pants into my neck, resting against me when I finally fall limp.

  “Oh, God,” I murmur, my head twisting to the side to gasp for air. “Oh, God. I-”

  But he cuts off my protests as he sits up and drags me onto his lap. “Another,” he growls and I can barely believe his words.

  He faces me away from him and puts his legs between mine. He spreads me completely open and leans me so my back is against his chest. I can feel his erection, huge and heavy, pressing into my ass. The chest hair poking out of the collar of his shirt scrapes at my neck and makes me gasp.

  He anchors one arm across my breasts, crushing them with his impossible grip. The other hand he brings down to my pussy, parting me and pressing inside.

  “This little pussy is so sweet and so tight,” his whispers into my ear. His thumb strokes across my clit and I push my hips toward it. “That’s it, gorgeous. Fuck my hand. Fuck it like it’s my cock.”

  I have no idea how to respond, but my body reacts on its own. Instincts kick in and I raise myself up and lower down on him. I swivel my hips a little bit and the finger he has inside of me strokes against something sensitive. Both of us groan at the feeling. I feel a pressure as he slips another finger into me.

  “God, you’re so tight,” he says into my ear again. “How long has it been for you?”

  “What?” I can’t think past the racing, rising, tightening of the looming orgasm. I push down on his hand and I’m so close. He strokes across my clit and my legs tremble.

  “How long has it been since you last had sex?” he asks and his words travel to me through a long, windy tunnel. I can barely put them in order, but somehow, I do.

  I swivel my hips again and he insistently slides across my clit and as I break into a thousand pieces yet again, I can’t help but tell the truth. “Never.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Dare

  My mind completely shorts out at her words. Never? She’s never had sex? Who the fuck are these royal idiots she’s been going to school with? How is it possible that someone as sexy as she is hasn’t been wined and dined and fucked to within an inch of her life. Are they blind or just raging morons?

  Her body melts back into mine as she finally comes down from her orgasm and I lay her on her back on the couch. Rolling onto my side next to her, I brush the hair back from her face. I take one moment of self-satisfaction at the lazy, blissed out expression on her blindingly beautiful face before I get back to the matter at hand.

  “Alessia,” I say, and her eyes flutter open. There’s a flicker of apprehension in them and I know she knows we’re about to talk about it.

  “What do you mean by ‘never’?”

  “I mean I’m a virgin,” she says, her voice husky after screaming my name. The sound of it makes my cock even harder. I’m either going to explode or have an aneurysm in a second if this goes on any longer.

  Jesus Christ. My mind is a dirty lecherous blank. For the millionth time, I tell myself to get up, go take a cold shower, and lock her away in her bedroom. Don’t let this go further. But instead I find myself stroking over her silky soft skin. Her breasts come to attention under my hand and she wiggles a little bit.

  She turns her face toward me and catches me with her brown eyes. Her hair is fanned out all around the same as it was the night I caught her dreaming on this very couch.

  “Has someone ever gone down on you before?” I ask even though I’m pretty sure either answer will drive me completely insane.

  She shakes her head and blush creeps onto her cheeks. I can’t help but stroke my fingers across the beautiful rising color.

  “I’ve never even tongue kissed before.”

  I collapse next to her, pressing my face into the couch cushion. “Motherfucker.”

  “What?” she asks, anxiety creeping into her voice, “is that bad?”

  I lift my head and instantly start nuzzling her neck. I can’t help but press my erection into her side. “No, gorgeous. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m just surprised is all.” I cut myself off when a thought occurs to me. “You were planning on sleeping with him tonight.”

  I raise up and look her in the eye and she looks like a butterfly exhibit. Pinned in place and beautiful beyond belief. She says nothing so I continue.

  “You were going to give him your virginity? That limp dick child?”

  She looks me in the eye and nods. “I thought you weren’t interested in me. I was going crazy with wanting. I-I needed to find a release.”

  Her honesty humbles and softens me. I hate thinking about how much discomfort she must have been in over the last few weeks. Probably the same amount I have. Wanting and wanting with no end in sight.

  “Well, I did want you,” I say and start to kiss my way back down her body. “I do want you.”

  I toss her leg over my shoulder.

  “Again?” she gasps.

  “I’m going to go down on you until you pass out. And when you wake up, I’m going to do it again.”

  She quivers and gasps, her thighs tightening in response to my words.

  “Do you know why I’m going to do that, Alessia?”

  She shakes her head, her expression cloudy with passion.

  “Because you saved this little cherry for me. Which makes it mine,” I stroke my tongue all the way up her slit and dip inside, “and I take care of what’s mine.”

  ***

  I watch the sun rise through the east window of the living room as she sleeps with her head in my lap. She shivers a tiny bit and I pull the afghan off the back of the couch and lay it over her pure unbridled beauty of her body.

  My clothes are still on. Even my fucking shirt is still buttoned. I’m painfully aware of my cock which is pounding with blood. It’s been like that for hours. Straining and growing and absolutely hating me for not burying it in her sweet virgin pussy.

  I could have. She was
wet and ready and open for me, but something stopped me. Partly it was because she’d been prepared to give it to someone else just hours earlier, and I want her to know that her little cherry is mine, not because she gets turned on from rolling around with me, but because it was made for me.

  I have no doubt about that at this point. I’ve never in my life been more attracted to a woman. Her taste, her smell, her voice, her hair, everything about her draws me to her. And even now, after barely any sleep and too much passion, she’s so beautiful in the orange light of the sunrise that my chest constricts. I want her to know that when we finally fuck, I’m not just getting my rocks off with an attractive woman. I’m staking claim on her and she’s staking claim on me.