Hitman's Bride (Bad Boy Empire)

by Vanessa Waltz

My lips pull into a bitter smile. “I have no fucking clue.”

  I never gave it a thought, because this is all I know. Even if Johnny allowed me to leave, what would I do? I have no skills.

  Her face breaks into a watery smile. “I don’t know what I want to do either.”

  “I guess we’re both hopeless.”

  We descend the hill in silence, my head full of troubling thoughts. I don’t know anything, I just know that my chest tightens when she smiles at me, and my desire for her is out of control. The wedding doesn’t really bother me as much as it should anymore. I like the idea of her becoming mine.

  “Elena, this wedding is happening,” I tell her as we reach my car. “Capiche? I’m not stopping it for anything.”

  Her eyes burn with questions I’m not sure I can answer. She opens her mouth, protesting—

  “Look, it doesn’t mean we’re in love or any of that shit. It just means we understand each other. You need my help, and I need your smoking-hot body.”

  Her cheeks flush as I wrap my arm around her waist. She wears a thin cotton dress underneath her coat, and I told her not to wear panties. It must be cold. Hell, it’s the middle of January.

  My hand curls around her bare thigh, pushing the dress higher and higher up her legs until she hisses through her teeth.

  “Tony, we’re in a parking lot.”

  Since when do I give a fuck?

  “No one can see what I’m doing to you.”

  My body blocks her from view, but a thrill leaps inside me at the thought of someone catching a glimpse.

  “Why is it that you always want to share me?”

  Even though it’s cold, her legs feel like a furnace. My fingers run over her smooth skin, over her shaved mound, and then I just graze her pussy. It’s wet for me. She’s always fucking wet for me.

  “I would never share you. I’m showing off what’s mine.”

  She attacks me the moment I slip my finger inside her. The smooth walls wrap around me like a tight glove as she throws her arms around my neck and moans loud enough to let the whole parking lot know what we’re up to. My cock stiffens in my pants when I hear how turned-on she is. Elena arches her body against mine and crushes her lips over my mouth. Her hand drops down and seizes my cock, and it’s like an electric shock. Blood pounds through my dick and I bury my fingers in her wet cunt, curving inward as she moans in my mouth.

  “You belong to me, baby. Just look how wet you are.”

  Heavy brown eyes stare into mine. “You belong to me, too.”

  I grin at that, but she’s right. There’s no denying that this girl has me, hook, line, and sinker. No one else captures my attention like her. No one gets me as hard as she does.

  “I’m yours, but more importantly, you’re mine.”

  I twist my fingers inside her, knowing how close she is based on her rapid breaths. Her face flushes and she bites her lip, trying to contain herself as I keep finger-fucking her.

  She unzips my pants in one swift movement and yanks my briefs down. We couldn’t be more exposed, but she gives me that desperate look that I’m addicted to.

  “I need you.”

  Yes, she does need me.

  The cold air bites my cock, but I hitch up her dress and guide it to her steaming pussy, which feels like a hot bath. I sink inside her, my face buried in her tits. Jesus it’s so warm and tight. I glide inside her, thrusting deep as she squeezes around me.

  “There’s—there’s someone coming!”

  My teeth graze her perfect tits. “Let them watch.” Smiling at her horrified face, I take as much of her as I can in my mouth and suck hard, digging my cock as deep as it’ll go.

  Her fingers wrench my hair as she lets out another guttural sound.

  “I need you to come, baby. I can’t get off unless you come.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see a couple standing unnaturally still in the parking lot as if they can’t believe what they’re seeing. Awesome.

  She blushes hard. “I—I can’t!”

  “I can do this all day.” I thrust hard, her body arching up my car.

  Well, no. I couldn’t. I’d blow a load before long, because she keeps squeezing my cock while it glides up her slick walls. Another harsh cry tears from her throat, rebounding through the parking lot, and the couple in the distance turns around. I see them holding a cell phone.

  “They’re calling the cops. Better hurry.”

  I slide my dick out of her pussy as she rakes my shoulders, and then I bend to my knee, pulling her dress over my head. Her slightly swollen pussy contracts when she feels my breath over her wet skin. Then I roll my tongue over her clit.

  She makes a sound as though she’s in pain. It must feel amazing in the cold to have something hot and wet engulf you. Her hips grind against my mouth as I fuck her with my mouth, sucking her juices, using my fingers to pound her hard. I have three inside her, curving into that bed of nerves that makes her legs shudder. I want her as close to the edge as possible. My mouth closes over her clit and sucks hard as my tongue runs along her wetness.

  “TONY!”

  I stand up, her dress flattening against my body as I bury myself back into her throbbing pussy. She clings to my shoulder and cries as she comes hard around my cock. Somehow one of her straps falls down her arm and her bouncing tits pop out of her dress. I grab one, digging my fingers into her flesh as her nipple hardens against my palm. My fingernail pinches her nub as my hips grind against hers. The friction builds up and my balls tighten. I’m overwhelmed with the smell of her around me. She’s all mine for me to do whatever I want with.

  She yanks my head toward hers and her tongue slips into my mouth. I bite down hard as my cock explodes, filling her pussy with my cum. She kisses me blindly, just as crazy for me as I am for her. A flash of red and blue makes my heart thump hard against my ribs. I bend down and yank my pants back up as she slips to the pavement. Then I give the couple in the distance a sarcastic wave.

  “Enjoy the show?” I bellow out to them.

  Elena yanks on my jacket. “Let’s go.”

  Chuckling, I turn back toward her. I gather her beautiful face in my hands and I plant a soft kiss on her red lips, smoothing my thumbs over her cold cheeks. Aftershocks of pleasure run through my body as she slips her hands around my waist.

  And I don’t want her to let go.

  * * *

  The hushed whispers of the congregation echo through the cavernous church. I stand at the altar, hands flexing at my side. That hair-raising, unnerving song I’ve sat through so many times begins as a slow line of procession moves down the aisle. My stomach clenches as everyone’s gaze turns back. Elena’s sister appears in a champagne-colored dress. I’ve already forgotten her name, but I felt a strong surge of dislike when I shook her hand. She has an upturned, snotty look to her face, and seemed to be annoyed at the fact that she had to come all the way here.

  Ma’s already sobbing in the front row, and I try to avoid looking at her. My chest tightens as the wedding march increases in crescendo, and I think about how wrong this is—how I loathe these boring as fuck weddings, and how we should have done it in my Ma’s backyard—tradition be damned. I could give a fuck about religion, and having all these eyes on me isn’t pleasant.

  A sliver of white moves into the room and everyone’s head turns to look at my bride to be. My chest swells as she walks down the aisle in a white dress that clings to her body, showing off just enough skin to make my breath catch in my throat. The neckline dips down in a V, exposing her neck and just a hint of cleavage. Her hair is pulled up into an elegant bun, dark, smoky makeup around her eyes, and light lipstick. She looks beautiful. So beautiful that my heart clenches when she reaches me.

  This is it.

  No turning back.

  I want to reach around her head and let her hair fall to her shoulders. She doesn’t look like the girl I saw in the bar—the girl who gives me so many hard-ons throughout the day that I worry my dick might fall off.
I only half-listen to the priest as he prattles on and on in Italian, and I wonder why the fuck we always have these ceremonies where we can’t understand the fucking words. He repeats them in French and then in English.

  To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. Blah, blah, blah.

  It doesn’t feel real. All of it is wrong—the church, the music, her hair, my future sister-in-law with a sour look on her face. Elena’s trembling lips.

  I kiss her anyway as cheers explode in the church.

  I’ll make her mine in my own way, when she won’t have that terrified look on her. When I say the words, I want to mean them.

  We just have to get through this bullshit.

  Her hand shakes in mine as we walk down the aisle, and I smile back at Johnny’s beaming face. He can’t resist pounding my back as I walk past him. Sunshine pours over our heads as we leave the church to the limo waiting for us. I hold the door open for her and she bends her head as she steps inside.

  “We’ll meet you there!”

  A wave of exhaustion hits me as I join her in the limo and shut the car door. She looks at me with the same frightened expression she had on the altar, and I catch a glimpse of her left hand, which gleams with the ring I gave her.

  She turns her perfectly manicured face toward me. “I need a fucking drink.”

  Good thing there’s champagne in the limo. I fish it out of the ice and pop open the cork, tilting the foam into a tall, skinny glass for her. She holds it daintily while I pour one for myself.

  What should I toast to?

  Elena seems to consider her glass before her cheeks flush and she extends it toward me. “I forgot—I’m pregnant.”

  I take it from her, grinning. “No one’s here to see you except me.”

  She shakes her head. “I don’t want to risk it.”

  Risk what? I take it from her and grab the bottle of sparkling cider instead, filling her glass with that.

  “To us.”

  A weak smile flickers on her face as she bumps her glass against mine and drinks. “I can’t believe we actually did it.”

  She shoots me a guilty look that makes my insides flip. We both said we would keep a distance from each other—we wouldn’t let feelings get in the way, but it already feels different. That small little band around her finger marks her as mine. She’s an extension of myself—my reputation, my pride, even my life.

  No one can fucking touch her while I’m alive.

  “I can’t wait to see that piece of shit’s face when he sees my ring on your finger.” My arm wraps around her waist and I pull her over my lap, running my hands over her bare arms.

  “It’s not official until the marriage is consummated.”

  Her voice is like a caress over my cock. It hardens between my legs, throbbing to life when she gives me that steamy look.

  “Fuck, you’re right. No matter how many times I’ve filled you with my cum—”

  Elena’s cheeks, already rosy, darken in color. “Tony, the driver!”

  I grin as I glance at the partition in front of us.

  “Do you think he’d mind if I fucked you in his backseat?”

  Her eyes widen. “Tony, no! We still have the reception. Don’t you fucking dare mess my hair!”

  “I don’t give a shit what your hair looks like.”

  “Well, I do, and that’s one thing you’re going to have to learn as my new husband. How to compromise.”

  Laughter shakes from my chest as her face burns with fury. “Compromise?”

  “Yeah. You know, doing things you don’t necessarily want to do for the sake of getting along. Meeting each other halfway?”

  It sounds like hell. How many times have I heard guys bitch about their wives demanding that they attend their father’s birthday party, or their sister’s baby shower?

  “But you’re my wife. Aren’t you supposed to fuck me whenever I want?”

  “Yeah, it doesn’t work like that. This ain’t the fifties.” This time she grabs my jaw and gives me a slow, burning kiss.

  I pull back from her, breathing hard.

  “What’s the point of being married, then?”

  The dress sighs as she lifts her shoulder in a shrug. “Responsibility toward one another. Did you even listen to the vows?” she says with a laugh in her voice.

  “I was too busy thinking about how I was going to consummate the marriage.”

  The car rings with her laughter, which is a relief to see. Elena doesn’t smile often, but when she does it makes my heart pound.

  I pull her into another kiss, sliding my hand under her dress to grip her smooth thighs. She traces my abs over the dress shirt, and then over the bunched-up fabric where my cock grows. Fuck. I make a fist in her hair. She makes a complaining sound, but I don’t give a shit.

  “I’ve got all the cards, and I’m not sorry for it. I’m not going to compromise. I’m not going to change. You picked me, remember?”

  Her mouth trembles. “I didn’t know this would happen.”

  “Well, neither did I, hon. I didn’t expect your pussy to taste so sweet.”

  “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m not just your fucking plaything.”

  That word makes my blood scalding hot. She’s not just a toy. Not anymore.

  “No, you’re my wife.”

  She lays a hand on my neck and heat flares across my skin like a sudden burn. I can’t believe how instant it is—like an allergic reaction bursting all over me. It’s automatic, now. I have no control over my body. She launches herself at me, so quickly that I’m convinced she’s fighting me, but then she crushes her fiery lips against mine, and I free my cock from my slacks. I rip the pins from her hair and pull her tresses down until her beautiful, wavy brown hair spills over her shoulders and she shakes her head with a relieved sigh.

  “I didn’t wear panties.”

  I almost laugh out loud.

  “So considerate.”

  My hand strokes her inner thigh, inching closer until I discover that she’s right. My fingers brush over the smooth skin joining her leg to her hip. She didn’t wear panties to her own wedding. Jesus.

  I palm her pussy and stroke the line of wetness gathering between her legs. It glides over my fingers as she inhales sharply. The sound of her juices makes blood pound in my ears, and every small sound is amplified. The blood rush starts in my head, running to every surface until I can feel my lips burning. Every fiber of my being wants her. I fist my cock as a bead of precum rolls down my shaft, and she raises her hips silently. Her eyes burn with the same need.

  She sinks down, her soaking-wet cunt almost immediately swallowing my cock. Her heat wraps around me and instant bliss floods into my veins, pounding through me. It’s much more intense now. All I can see is her. All I can feel is the blood rushing to my erection. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me feverishly, and I marvel at the fact that something as simple as a kiss could make me so goddamn hot for her. I grab her shoulders and thrust into her as the car drives on, laughing when the driver slams the privacy screen over the partition.

  “Tony, we’re going to be there soon.”

  “Like I give a fuck.”

  Elena shudders in my arms and I lift up her dress, bunching it in my hand so that her bare ass sits on my legs. Fuck, it’s a sexy look. I grab both cheeks and lift her, watching as my thick cock slides out of her, shining. I hammer her hard, loving how she gasps at the force of my thrusts. Then I spank her ass so that the sound cracks in the limo, which has finally stopped.

  Panic fills her gaze. “Tony, we’re here. They’re going to open the door!”

  Buried balls deep inside her, I throw her dress back over her ass just as Johnny opens the door. How the fuck did he beat us here?

  He takes one look at our disheveled appearance and his face cracks with a wide grin. Elena burns like the setting sun.

  I feel no shame.

  Johnny shakes his head. “Couldn’t wait ’til after the reception?”

 
; “Fuck that.”

  Laughter booms from his chest as he shuts the door on us, shaking his head as he walks to the sidewalk.

  “Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.”

  “You are?” I turn her face toward mine and thrust hard. Her blush deepens. “’Cause if you are, I’ll stop.”

  There’s no fucking way I’ll stop.

  “No, don’t.”

  “That’s my girl. Focus on me.”

  “But—” She turns her head, distracted by the group of people waiting outside.

  “Forget about them, hon. Trust me, they wish they could be in my shoes. Too fucking bad you’re all mine now.”

  With her face buried in my neck, she lifts her hips and grinds my cock, making me gasp. It’s so sudden, and then she’s lifting her body and she moves between my legs. She kneels in her wedding dress and takes my wet cock in her hands. I fist her hair.

  It’s so fucking wrong.

  Her lipstick smudged, she takes my cock deep in her mouth and I rut her. Her lips close, making a tight seal as I pulse in and out of her mouth.

  All the way. All the fucking way.

  She’s my wife, and I’ll make her drink every fucking last drop. I make her swallow my cock. It bulges down her throat as she kneels on the floor of the limo, taking her husband in as deep as she can. Her lips squeeze against my balls. Holy fuck.

  My cock releases hot jets of cum as I keep her head there, her tongue swirling around my head. I groan and pull out, pulsing a few more times as more streams burst from my head.

  My chest tightens painfully. I brush the strands from her face as I lift her up with my other arm. Then I pull her over my lap and give her another kiss. It’s soft, and electrical shocks keep making my breath catch.

  I’ve never felt like this before.

  Her lips move and we break apart. “We should probably get out of the car.”

  My eyes flick toward the crowd of people waiting for us, and I suppress a laugh. “I guess.”

  “Jesus Christ, I’m a mess.”

  We both do what we can to fix our appearances and then we step into the wintry air. They howl at us the moment we leave the limo, Francois, Johnny, all of them clapping their hands. It doesn’t bother me. We’re married. Married people have sex. Who the fuck cares?