Still a Bad Boy: A New Adult Romantic Suspense

by Scott, Ada

  We came to a screeching halt and Jace pulled the door handle, forcing it open with his shoulder and stepping out with the same motion. He slipped his arm around me and lifted me out before mostly carrying me towards the door.

  A small army of people was swarming around us and Jace was barking instructions that I couldn’t really make out. Under flailing jackets, I saw flashes of holstered handguns as the men hurriedly reported whatever information Jace asked for.

  Once inside, we were surrounded all the way to the elevator, where only three of them joined us. Jace leaned me against the wall in the corner and grabbed one of them.

  “You and you join the other two upstairs in the choke point. You, head back down and tell them that nobody, nobody, else comes upstairs until I give the OK. Fucking nobody, you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” came the ragged chorus.

  “Triple the guard downstairs, get our sharp-shooters in their rooms in the surrounding buildings. Anything could happen tonight. Be ready for it.”

  “Yes, sir,” they repeated.

  Chapter 23

  Kendall

  Jace guided me to one of the chairs around the table and I sank into it. Every muscle in my body was quivering as he walked away a few steps and put a gun down on the counter. When he’d picked that up, I had no idea.

  He disappeared behind the bar for a second, and I listened to the clicking of a safe being opened as well as my own breathing. I was alive! I was really alive.

  I sucked in air, filling my lungs to capacity, feeling it all inside me. What a good feeling that was, I never bothered to appreciate it before, but I promised myself I would from now on.

  My cheeks puffed out as I let my breath go and a shiver ran down my spine, branching out to my limbs and extremities as it went down. Every touch of my fingers on my skin as I wrung my hands, or brush of my clothes against my body, sent a symphony of pins and needles rippling around.

  Jace stood up and set another gun down beside the first one, then a clip of bullets, before kicking the door of the safe shut. He didn’t look terrified, he didn’t look confused. He looked like a man with a plan. And a truly royal shade of angry.

  I had no idea how he could look more in control now, when unknown assailants had just unloaded heavy machine gun fire in our direction, than he had when he was in his element growing his corporate empire. He was like a solid rock in the middle of the perfect storm, and I did my best to latch on to his strength, his indomitable power.

  Jace stalked over to me and reached down, pulling me to my feet with both hands on the sides of my head. I froze under the intensity of his gaze, quivering muscles or not.

  “You hurt? Is there even a scratch on you?” he asked.

  “I… I don’t think so-”

  Jace pulled even harder and I went up on the tips of my toes as he leaned down and kissed me as forcefully as he ever had. I curled my hands around his bulging biceps and kissed him back, my exhilaration at being alive only magnified by his touch, his closeness.

  I reached out with both hands and stroked his thick cock along his inner thigh, feeling it slowly hardening under my fingers inside his pants. He was taking my breath away with his kiss, and every beat of my heart made me feel the need to have him inside me even more.

  Jace’s blood might be pumping for a different reason than mine, but it seemed like we ended up needing the same thing. I needed the affirmation of life, to feel those heights of ecstasy that only he could give me, Jace needed to unleash his raw energy, all that alpha male power, and I was the best thing he’d ever found to do that.

  His hands moved from the sides of my head, down my back, and gripped my ass tight as he crushed me against him and that hardening evidence of his arousal pressed along the side of my stomach and hip. I let my hands roam over him, feeling those muscles bunch and release under his shirt, letting their strength assure me of my safety.

  Grinding his hips against me, making that cock of his drive me wild in the process, he broke off our kiss to growl a wordless vocalization of his need. He was aching to get inside me as much as I was desperate to let him.

  He looked at the dining table and leaned over in that direction, backhanding a vase of flowers the housekeeper must have left and sending it at least seven feet before it smashed on the ground. Turning back to me, he regained his grip on my ass and lifted me in the air before spinning a quarter-turn on his heel and putting me on the edge of the table.

  One hand curled around the back of my neck, under my hair, holding me firm as the other went up my skirt. Forcing my panties aside, Jace stroked my bare pussy until his finger was slick with my juices and he slid it inside me.

  I moaned and my tight teen tunnel squeezed him as he thrust that finger in and out of me, coating himself even more with my slippery nectar until it was moving freely no matter how tight I gripped at it. Jace kissed me again, still holding me by the neck, and began to move his finger in a “come here” gesture, rubbing against the front wall of my pussy, making me whimper and buck my hips.

  Trembling, I fumbled at his zip before managing to pull it down and reaching inside. The warmth of his body enveloped my hand as I worked my way into his boxers and grabbed that throbbing shaft.

  As soon as I touched it, a jolt of pleasure from inside me where Jace was rubbing made me close my eyes and moan. Matters of life and death seemed to melt away and I gladly let the terror seep out of my body. Now Jace’s cock was life and death. It, him, me and pleasure were all that mattered.

  There was no way his manhood was fitting out though the zip, long thick and hard as it was, so I reluctantly let it go after only a few strokes to undo his button. Jace was thrusting his finger in and out of my pussy with a steady rhythm, stroking some sensitive spot in my tight wetness with purpose.

  The hard-fucking businessman made my whole body twitch and my abdominal muscles sporadically clench with his expert touch. I, in turn, was almost screaming in frustration at how long it was taking me to get back in contact with that mind-bending cock of his.

  After what seemed like a lifetime, I managed to lift the waistband of his boxers over the tip of his erection and push them down along with his pants. I let out a long sigh of satisfaction when I was able to wrap both hands around that hard rod again.

  Jace pulled his finger out of my now sopping wet slit and brought it to my mouth, pushing it inside so I could taste how hot he’d made me. I gazed right into his eyes as I sucked his finger clean, swirling my tongue all around it and leaning forward so it touched the back of my throat.

  “You wanna take my big cock, Kendall?” he asked, slipping his finger out of my mouth.

  “Yes, sir,” I nodded slowly.

  He put his hand on my throat and pushed me back on the newly-cleared table top until I was lying flat. Trailing his fingers downwards over my body, he paused to squeeze one breast through my shirt before continuing to the hem of my skirt.

  With my legs dangling off the edge of the table, I squirmed to let him hike my skirt up and then pointed both feet straight up to let him slide my panties off. Jace dropped my panties to the ground and then draped my legs over his shoulders.

  I could see that huge dick, towering over my pussy, and even now, after all the times he’d driven the entire thing into me, it was still intimidating enough to make my breath catch in my throat. If Jace didn’t make me so unfathomably wet, there was no doubt it would be beyond my ability to take it.

  Thankfully he did, and as he grabbed his cock mid-shaft and slapped my clit with it, I squealed and squirmed at the sparks of pleasure. I needed him to fuck me as hard as he could, make me forget everything that had just happened for as long as possible.

  “Fuck me like a slut!” I panted.

  When I’d packed my bag and hopped on the bus in Woodville, I never could have imagined any kind of situation where I would have said something like that. Things changed, and I needed to push every one of Jace’s buttons, make him harder and more furiously sexually-charged
than he had ever been.

  The man who took my virginity brushed his cock up and down along the length of my slit, spreading his pre-cum on me even as my own natural lubricants glistened on his tip. Soon, I felt that stretching sensation and clung on to the edge of the table with both hands, holding myself in place as he forced that incredible thickness into the depths where only he had been.

  “Uhhhhhn!” I groaned as he slid his entire length into me in one steady stroke.

  My eyes rolled back in my head and my whole world shrunk down to focus between my legs and that wonderful, complete, full feeling. Jace’s balls rested gently against me and he curled his hands around my thighs before pulling back, almost out, and slamming himself home again.

  His balls slapping against my ass and my squeals combined into some fundamental sex sound as my muscular lover used all his power to build up to the frantic pace I so desperately wanted. His huge cock stoked a new fire in my pussy, and every impact of his body against my clit transferred some of that energy to my belly, where it grew with every pulse.

  My well-endowed man relinquished his grip on my legs and leaned forward to tear my shirt open as he had done on the first day we met. This time I didn’t even have a half-hearted protest to mutter.

  The lacy black bra I was wearing clasped at the front to help me make the most out of my small chest, and Jace soon had my breasts free. The cool air touched my skin where the underwire had been digging in, and my sensitive pink tips pointed straight up as if seeking his attention.

  If that was the case then the multi-millionaire didn’t disappoint, pinching them right to the border between pleasure and pain, squeezing and exploring my breasts so thoroughly that it was almost as if he was trying to memorize every gentle curve.

  After a lifetime of hiding it away, especially my breasts, he made me feel like I had the most perfect body in the world. I was worthy of being sought after, worthy of being chased, and I belonged to him.

  Jace held on to my shoulders again and resumed the hard pace that had relented while he appreciated my chest. The thrumming ball of energy in my tummy continued to grow as my breasts, now free, bounced with every hard thrust.

  My legs were still draped over his shoulders and my toes wobbled wildly in the air as Jace fucked me with body-shaking force. A humming sound grew in my ears as my pleasure grew and grew, and my eyelids became heavier, gradually closing as I drifted away on a cock-powered spiritual journey.

  When I came, I came hard, my whole body tensed as ecstasy flooded every fiber of my being, nowhere more so than my pussy, where Jace jack-hammered his thickness in and out of me. I was at the very peak of my climax when he grabbed my throat with both hands.

  It wasn’t enough to hurt, but enough to make me struggle for breath, which only seemed to prolong my orgasm as Jace used his newfound grip to drive into me with some miraculous higher gear. I was sure I was about to pass out when I finally felt that first gloriously warm jet of cum fill my depths.

  I managed to moan and suck more air in as Jace pumped spurt after spurt of his creamy load into my well-fucked pussy. Every movement inside of me sent flutters of bliss randomly around my body, the trailing fingers of my orgasm.

  A few minutes later, he was leaning over me, his hands on the table bearing much of his weight. The only sound in the room was the two of us catching our breath.

  After the intensity of that fucking and the climax, in comparison I could barely feel my body now. I felt like I was floating on nothing, and the man I loved was floating along with me, still hard inside me.

  Jace picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. It seemed he wasn’t done with me yet. I hugged his neck and held on tight.

  Chapter 24

  Jace

  I didn’t get much sleep that night. Between rage-fucking Kendall and a few phone calls, I had more than enough to keep me occupied.

  After Kendall fell asleep the first time, I talked to the guys downstairs to check the damage on the other decoy convoys. They didn’t get hit, just mine.

  None of my guys in the convoys knew where we were going or who was driving me until I arrived and told them. The only other person, aside from me, who knew ahead of time which convoy I’d be in and where I was planning on going was the man who made the security plans. Lorenzo. Fucking Lorenzo.

  I was lucky he had no idea just how extensively modified all my cars were, or the Picollis might have got some bigger guns. Or a rocket launcher like my men in the rear car used on that SUV. That would have been a different story. I’d be dead. Kendall would be dead.

  The thought made me fucking seethe. He’d told me that no good would come of my getting mindfucked by a girl. He’d told me to mark his words. Well, I was going to mark that motherfucker’s last words today.

  The sun was coming up now, and Kendall was in a deep slumber next to me. After last night she might be walking funny for a while, but there wasn’t a scratch on her from the attack.

  That was Lorenzo’s saving grace. For that reason, and because we’d been through a lot of shit together, I was going to give him a chance to go out with some dignity and I wasn’t going to make his execution a public one. He could still fuck that chance up though.

  I carefully swung my feet on to the floor and wrote a short note for Kendall, leaving it on my pillow, before walking into my wardrobe. What do you wear when you’re about to kill the man who has been the closest thing to a friend you’ve ever had?

  The answer is, the same thing you’ll wear to his funeral. I picked a dark suit and shoes polished so well that their surface looked like deep, wet, ink. The gun holster even matched.

  Kendall didn’t stir as I slipped out of the bedroom. The first thing I did was call Stefano, one of my senior men who was currently running the team downstairs. I told him that if Lorenzo tried to leave, to haul his ass up here by any means necessary.

  Then I called Lorenzo, who I knew from earlier calls in the night was in a suite downstairs. I knew now it was because it would have looked suspicious if he was anywhere else but here after what happened yesterday.

  “Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he answered. “About time, we need to do some damage control, huh?”

  “Yeah we do. Come on up.”

  “Be there in a few minutes.”

  I waited by my door until I heard the elevator play the arrival tone and opened up before security could give him the spiel about nobody being allowed in under the boss’ orders. Lorenzo walked in, putting on a good show of ignorant business-as-usual. I held my finger up to my lips.

  “Shh. Kendall’s still asleep. Into my office. After you.” I gestured in the general direction and Lorenzo led the way.

  I kept my eyes glued to him like a hawk. Even after we were in my office, when he was heading towards the far couch and I was screwing a silencer on to the end of my gun, I watched that sneaky motherfucker.

  By the time he sat down and looked up again, I was standing over him and the muzzle of the gun was about an inch from his head.

  “Jace, what the f-”

  “Shut up, cunt, and listen carefully. I want you to know something. I know what you did, and you are going to die today. Nothing can stop this. You have no control over that. What you do control is how much it hurts, how many more minutes you’ve got, and how much dignity you go out with. All of those things depend on how much you’ve got to tell me and how much I like what I hear. We’ve been through some gruesome shit, Lorenzo, but I promise you, you have no idea what I’m capable of. You don’t want to find out. Got it?”

  This was it. On the slim chance that I was wrong, he’d protest his innocence to the grave. If he did what I thought he did, he knew me well enough to know when I was serious and I knew him well enough to know that he’d go out like the stoic Mafia tough guy he always saw himself as.

  I could see a thousand possible outs flash through his mind. He started almost as many words, but never got them out before he calmed down and resignation wa
shed over him.

  “Fuck you, you had it coming, kid,” he said.

  “Gun.”

  He handed it over.

  “Other gun. Knife.”

  I brought all his weapons back to the couch opposite him and took a seat, my own gun on the armrest and still pointing right at him.

  “Why?” I said.

  “I may not have liked every decision the Picollis made, but at least they weren’t disrespecting our heritage, the families back home, everything we ever fuckin’ stood for. These bullshit deals with redneck motherfucker biker gangs, all this money you flash around acting like a playboy. It makes me sick to my fuckin’ stomach how close you are to having a reality TV show.”

  I shook my head. “That’s it? I’ve got a tighter grip on this city than the Mafia has had for over two decades, but this isn’t the way it should be done? This isn’t ‘pure’? You stupid motherfucker. You’ve never even been to Italy. Why the fuck now?”

  “Sickening or not, nobody could say you haven’t run a tight ship. Until that pussy got into your head. Things have been slipping and you don’t even care. I noticed. The Picollis noticed. They started poking around a bit more. Word got to me that the person who served your head on a silver platter would be made consigliere when they took their territory back. That sounded a lot better than being a babysitter for a piece of shit.”

  “So why didn’t you bring my head on a silver platter? You could have shot me in the back like the chickenshit you are a thousand times by now.”

  “That wouldn’t have sent the right message, wouldn’t have made the right example of you to anybody else who thought they could get rid of the Picollis so easily. They wanted it to be out in the open, and they wanted your whore to go down with you.”

  “Language, motherfucker. Where are the Picollis based now?”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Fuck me? Had enough talking? Fine.”