Hitman's Promise: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Naomi West

  My cock strains at my pants and it’s a miracle I haven’t busted a seam. “Alessia,” I growl, but she won’t be stopped.

  “But that was only the first night.” She rises up and sinks down on our hands. I can feel her pussy beginning to clench against our fingers. “The next night I dreamed that you came into my bedroom and put your cock in my mouth.”

  “Fuck.” The word explodes from me in a cloud of frustration.

  “After that you held my hands down and pushed inside me over and over again.” My hips rise up off the couch at the same time she pushes down. We both groan. “And that’s just the beginning,” she says, “every time I fall asleep you fuck me in my dreams.”

  At my wit’s end, I pull my hand out of her. She wins. There’s no going back from this kind of lust. Maybe I used to be a noble man, but she’s broken me.

  Her eyes fill with panic at the loss of my hand as she misinterprets the move. “No, don’t stop,” she begs, “you promised.”

  I cock my head to the side. “What did I promise?”

  “You promised that you would meet my needs,” she breathes, and I can see the discomfort of the last weeks in her eyes. “And I need this. I need you. I need to feel you inside of me.” She dips her head to mine and sucks my tongue into her mouth. “I’ll go crazy without it.”

  I stand, holding her to my waist as I stride into her bedroom and kick the door closed behind us. “Stop talking, Alessia.” I toss her onto the bed, “You’re about to lose your virginity and the only thing I want you focusing on is me.”

  I pause at the frantic edge her expression has taken on.

  “Not in here.” She scrambles to the edge of the bed and I tip her chin up, run one hand through her hair.

  “Why do you hate this room so much?”

  She looks me shyly in the eyes and her innocent stare shoots straight to my cock.

  “The decorations remind me of my father.”

  I look around and she’s absolutely right. Her bedroom looks exactly like her father’s bedroom in Chicago. “Fucking Patrizzio,” I mutter and reach up to grab the red velvet drapery on her four poster bed. I rip it down and the bed quakes with the force of it. One of the four arms of the bed cracks and comes tumbling down. I don’t care. I bundle up the fabric and walk to the bedroom door, tossing it into the hall. Next I walk to each wall, yanking the sober, classic paintings from their hooks. They are dark and depressing and couldn’t be less like Alessia. How could I not have noticed how off this was before? Now that she’s pointed it out, the idea that she was having to sleep in this den offends me.

  I toss the paintings into the hall as well, leaving empty nails hanging on the wall, but it’s better than before. I turn and scan the room for anything else Patrizzio. My eyes zero in on the heavy velvet blankets on the bed.

  I march toward the bed, where Alessia is staring at me, her mouth open wide.

  “Off,” I bark and lift her gently to the floor. I rip the blanket off the bed.

  “We might need that!” she exclaims, a flush of excitement and amazement blooming over her cheeks.

  I inspect the sheets on the bed and deem them acceptable. They can stay. “If you get cold you get close to me. I’m all you need tonight. For everything.”

  Her breath is ragged through her open mouth. “You get that lampshade and I’ll get this one,” she says.

  I look up and see the horrible dark lampshades and grin as she rips one right off the lamp. I do the same and we toss them aside. The room is in shambles and the light from the lamps is harsh without the shades. But the twilight is a deepening blue outside and I’ve never seen her look more lovely than when she stands on the other side of the bed, breathing hard with passion.

  We stare at one another on opposite sides of the bed. There is sex in her eyes. My control wavers on a knife’s edge as the orange light from the lamp mixes with the deep blue twilight over her beautiful face. I bound across the bed, grabbing her to me and ripping her sweater off over her head. I’d almost forgotten that she wore the red lingerie from the shop underneath.

  Her chest heaves as I rip off her pants as well and she stands there in some woman-magic-see-through-sex-thingy that clings to her breasts and dances across her stomach. I open my mouth to say something, but snap it closed. There’s no time for talking. There’s no time for breathing. There’s no time for anything other than my tongue everywhere. I clamp my teeth over her collarbone and lick my tongue across her taut skin.

  She tastes like fucking nectar. I sit on the edge of the bed and drag her toward me so that she’s standing between my knees. Smoothing one hand down her arm and the other up her side, I test the weight of one of her breasts in my hand. I drop my head and tug hungrily at her nipple through the thin fabric.

  I move my head to her other breast but suddenly she’s batting me away, taking my shoulders and pushing me with all her might. I oblige her and fall back on the bed.

  I start to grin at the fierce, adorable expression on her face but the breath whooshes out of me in a groan when she climbs on top of me.

  “I need- I need-” she scrambles to get the words out as her fingers start attacking the buttons on my shirt.

  “What do you need, gorgeous?”

  “You. Naked. Now.”

  My cock rears up at her words and she turns and grinds her ass against it. Her eyes flaring with heat. I can feel her hot, wet pussy through the fabric of my pants and I have to agree with her.

  I reach behind where her ass is perched over me and undo the buckle of my belt and the button on my slacks. She’s done with my buttons and she rips open my shirt to reveal my undershirt.

  I’m delighted and turned on when she groans and drops her forehead to my chest. “You’re wearing an undershirt.”

  “So? You think undershirts are hot?”

  “I don’t know,” she says and bites my chest through the shirt. “You’re so hot I’m all mixed up.”

  With that, she slides off of me and grabs my pants at the ankles. She tugs them away as I shoulder out of my shirt and rip my undershirt off, and suddenly I’m sitting in front of her in just a pair of black boxer briefs.

  Her eyes go big as she scans me up and down. It’s a lot to take in, I’m sure. I’m a big guy. Everywhere. With lots of tattoos. Everywhere.

  She opens her mouth and closes it. Opens and closes it. This is why I haven’t gotten naked with her yet. She’s used to seeing me in my clothes but seeing me naked is a whole other ballgame. I’ve been told I look much more intimidating naked.

  I see a moment of shy insecurity flash across her face and it has me reaching out for her but she steps back from me. For a second a guttural fear rips through me at the thought that she’s not into it anymore. Something else comes across her face. Something fierce and sexy. Her eyes widen and almost sizzle as they rake across my body.

  She licks her lips and drags her own hands up the side of her body, accentuating the hourglass from her hips to her chest. I reach for her but she steps back again, playing coy. This time she pulls her lingerie up and off her body. Her breasts bounce free as she tosses it away. For a split second, she’s standing before me in nothing but a slash of tiny red sheer panties.

  The deep blue light curls around her. Her eyes darken and her hair tumbles over her shoulder, tickling at her breasts. Her dark red mouth comes open. The image is absolutely seared into my brain for all time.

  But then she’s on me, straddling me and sucking at my mouth, my neck, my chest.

  I groan at the feeling of her naked skin against mine. She crushes her breasts against my chest and the heat of it burns me. I feel branded by it. Her hands run over my shoulders, across my back. Her touch is changing me, affecting me. It’s more permanent than the tattoos on my skin.

  I feel the echoes of her touch even when her hands have moved on. I flip us over and her hair spills over the bed. I rear up over her and lower my head to her breasts. I bite and suck and she calls my name. Planting one knee between her
legs, I spread her wide.

  Her arousal is a sharp sweet scent on the air. I slide her panties off of her, my movements becoming jerky with need and desperation. I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t stand being apart from her any longer. Every second I’m not joined to her is a painful half-life not worth living.

  Tossing her panties aside, my mouth immediately falls on her pussy, ravenous for her. The aching beast inside me is soothed at the contact. I thrust my tongue deep inside her and the connection of our bodies makes a puzzle piece click into place.

  Holding her hips tightly, I roll us so that I lay on my back and she’s straddling my face. I pull her hips down on me and raise my face off the bed, pushing my tongue as deeply into her as I possibly can. My eyes shoot up her body and I lose my breath at the sight of her trembling in pleasure. She’s light itself, a writhing goddess above me. Her breasts bounce as she rides my face, her hands pleating into her hair, and then leans forward and clenches at the sheets on either side of my head as I feel her pussy tighten and convulse around my tongue.

  “Dare! Yes, oh God yes. Don’t stop, please God, yes,” she pants and her entire body tightens like a fist and I swear I can taste the intensity of her pleasure.

  “Still not close enough,” I growl into her pussy.

  She melts onto the bed, her body loose with her release but I’m not through with her. I need her skin on mine. I need to touch more of her. I drag her into my side and spread her with my fingers. I dip one finger into her and then slide another one in. Her eyes fly open. I’m stretching her, she’s so tight and I have to prepare her to take me.

  Her knees drop to the sides as she opens herself to me. Her eyes are dark pools in her lovely face and a flush is working its way up her chest to her cheeks.

  We’re still not close enough yet. I need to be as close to her as humanly possible. I need to be joined with her. I need for us to be one mated being. I pull my hands from her and stand up.

  She mewls her distress and reaches out for me and I can’t help but fall back to her and take her mouth. I can’t even be parted from her long enough to get the condom from my pants pocket. Her tongue circles mine and she moans into me. I can feel it in my chest. Her hands tangle into my hair and her legs go around my waist.

  I can feel her slick sex pushing against my lower stomach. She grinds herself against me, looking for the release I know she needs again. I know because that’s how I feel about her too. Utterly insatiable.

  Her body starts to stiffen again and I tear myself away from her. I rise up on my feet next to the bed and rip my boxers off. Grabbing the condom from my pants on the floor, I tear it open and stroke my shaft as I stare her in the eyes, but she’s not looking back at me. She’s looking between my legs. Her eyes are wide. She licks her lips and suddenly she goes up on her knees.

  Before I can even think about what she’s doing, she’s batted my hand away. Reaching out, she licks me, from root to tip, with the flat of her tongue. Entering into Alessia’s hot little mouth, I grab her gently by the hair and pull her back.

  “Party’s over if you do that again,” I say and she grins up at me. The breath pulls out of me at the look on her face. “The next time I come, it’s going to be inside of you. And the next time you come, it’s going to be all over me.”

  She nods and reaches up to me. “Come here,” she says.

  I quickly sheathe myself in the condom and lay over her, our hips aligned and my hands planted on either side of her head. I drag my cock up and down through her wetness, giving her just the head. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth comes open in a low moan.

  “Look at me, Alessia.”

  Her eyes snap open and she stares into me. Through me. Grabbing her hands, I lace our fingers together over her head. Never breaking eye contact, I start to push into her. Giving her an inch at a time in little in-and-out strokes.

  I rear back, about to stroke into her completely when she plants her feet and lifts her hips to me. She licks her lips, her chest heaving, and there’s no stopping it. We both push toward each other at once. I thrust into her, giving her all of me.

  She goes still beneath me, her breath releasing on a sharp gasp. I give her a second to get used to my size but after a beat she’s pushing against me again, her hips rising to take me even deeper. Now I’m the one squeezing my eyes closed against the tightest, most potent ecstasy I’ve ever felt.

  “Holy fuck,” I groan and drop my head to her shoulder. “This is going to kill me.” I lick across her shoulder and she tilts her head to one side, her hands opening and closing over mine.

  Kissing up her neck, I start murmuring to her. “A woman like you deserves a shrine. You deserve a fucking day of the week that the public spends just worshipping you.”

  Now she starts moving her hips in earnest, she’s fucking me from the bottom. Enough of that. I take over. Finding my rhythm, I start to push into her over and over, almost pulling out completely on each stroke.

  She moans and tosses her head from one side to the other as I cover her little body with mine, holding her in place to receive me. Her body pushes back against me even though she’s melting at the same time. I can feel her tensing around me and I know she’s close.

  “Dare!” she calls, her eyes open and staring into mine.

  Her voice uncages something in me I’ve buried since I started this job, protecting her.

  I pound into her, unable to control myself. Rearing back onto my heels, I scoop her up and hold her chest into mine. Her eyes pop open at the new position, but she’s a quick study and her legs wrap around my waist as she works her hips into me.

  One arm around her waist, I lift her up and down as I thrust my cock into her over and over again. I can feel her tightening around me like a fist. I can feel her body racing toward ecstasy.

  I bite down on my pleasure. There’s no way I’m going before she does.

  “Come on it, Alessia. Come all over it,” I growl into her ear. My words must set her off because suddenly her pussy is clenching me as hard as her arms and legs. Her entire body goes tight with pleasure as she moans my name in my ear.

  It almost makes me go off but I fight back at the urge. This can’t be over yet. I gently lay her back on the bed, not breaking our connection. I put my hands under her ass, raising her hips to take me even more fully.

  “You were born to be this close to me,” I growl, not in control of anything as I pump into her, not even my own words. “Anything farther apart than this is unholy. You fit me so well. We were made for this.”

  Her eyes darken and she spreads her legs even wider for me. One of her hands comes up around the back of my neck and she pulls me down over her. My arms lay over hers and my lips take her mouth. I’m pinning her down in every way possible.

  “More,” she moans. “I want all of you. Give me everything.”

  I thrust into her, faster as I race toward my release. Her wetness is everywhere between us, making our bodies slip and slide across one another as we work ourselves against each other.

  The bedroom is filled with the slap of skin on naked skin. Her mouth is on mine, pulling me to her, sucking on my tongue. Our teeth clash in passion and eagerness to be as close as possible.

  She breaks the kiss as she throws her head back, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O,’ her pussy tensing again and again. I don’t stop. I thrust into her over and over, my teeth gritted. I’ll never get enough of this. I’ll never get enough of her.

  She tries to pull her hands from mine but I hold them tight, thrusting into her. In answer, she lifts her head and clamps onto my shoulder with her teeth. She licks away the pain and then bites down again. The perfect line between pain and pleasure. She screams into my skin as her whole body tightens and stills against me. She’s coming again and I thank God because I’m about to lose it myself.

  I think about the mark she’s leaving on me with her teeth. I’ll have it on me for days. Proof that she came so hard she had to bite me. Proof that she gave me her
virginity. Proof that I was the first man to ever be with her. And the last, something inside me screams. And it’s on that thought that I bury my face in her neck and tumble over the edge into the sharpest pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Alessia

  I blink my eyes against the gray dawn light filtering in through the crack in the heavy curtains. I slept in my bedroom. I feel well rested. The strangeness of this fact hits me.

  Last night comes tumbling back and plays over in my mind like a movie. There wasn’t an inch of my body that he didn’t touch. Stroke. Kiss. Bite. I think of him rearing up over me. The lines of his face taut with passion. With desire. For me, Alessia Patrizzio, of all people.

  I think of the things he said to me. He spoke to each part of my body. Worshiping me like I was a goddess, like he was speaking spells over me, into me. We didn’t sleep for hours. Every time I tried to take things over, to love on him the way he was on me, he would pin me down. Ravish me. It was like a dam had broken and there was no holding him back anymore.