TRADED: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Naomi West

  I kiss her gently at first, pressing my lips softly against hers, the split running through her lower lip rough and jagged. A brief wave of anger comes over me as I'm reminded of what's been done to her, but I push those thoughts out of my mind, choosing instead to focus on the feeling of her lips against mine. We kiss chastely at first, but soon I'm opening my mouth, letting my tongue run over hers, and bringing her body tight against my own.

  And that moment, there isn't a thing in heaven or earth that I want more than her.

  I kiss her harder, as though I want to devour her right then and there. Her hands slip under my shirt, caressing my chest, and I return the favor, moving my hands along the soft curves of her hips and stomach. The kissing is rich with passion now, my lips moving along her neck, not one bit of her soft skin free from my touch.

  The same thought occurring to both of us, we guide one another back inside and toward the bed. Alina is pushing me hard, her hands guiding me to the bed, My legs buckle as I move against the side of it. I drop, now sitting on the edge with Alina standing over me, still kissing me hard. I allow myself to become lost in her kiss, letting no thought dwell in my mind beyond the feeling of her lips against mine. It's the only feeling I care about.

  As she kisses me, she unfastens the buttons of my shirt, undoing them with expert speed. She pulls the shirt over my shoulders and off, leaving my upper body bare. She steps away from me for a moment, looking over my body, a sensual smile on her face.

  "You have me at a disadvantage," I say, looking down at the light-blue blouse that she's wearing.

  She gets the message. Undoing the buttons, she pulls the shirt over her head, revealing an unbelievably sexy lacy, blue bra, the sight of her breasts busting from it making me as hard as I've ever been. Alina's eyes track down my body, settling on the outline of my cock as it strains against my pants. She drops to her knees, opening my belt and pulling down my pants, my prick springing out just inches from her face.

  Alina looks up at me with a sly little expression on her features, taking my cock and dragging the backs of her fingernails against it. The sensation is incredible; waves of hot pleasure run up my body as she strokes my shaft.

  "You like when I touch you like this?" she asks.

  "Mmm" I respond, a moan escaping my lips. “That's a silly question."

  I feel the muscles of my stomach tighten as she continues to touch me. Soon, she's stroking me slowly, her fingers wrapping around me as she looks up with her big, blue-gray eyes.

  After a little more of this, she lowers her head slightly, her tongue slipping out past her lips and touching the head of my cock. The feeling of warm wetness is incredible. Soon, she's moving her tongue around the end of my cock as she strokes me, and the moment her mouth opens and she takes my head into her mouth for the first time, I know it's going to be a struggle not to cum right then and there.

  Alina starts off in a teasing manner at first, circling around my head with her tongue and letting me savor the feeling of it dragging along the ridge of my cock. Every now and then, she takes the head into her mouth, letting it rest against her tongue for a moment before forming a tight seal with her lips and moving down, down, down—further each time. Her lips grip my cock tightly, and as she moves along my length, I can feel her tongue lash at my cock, stimulating it in just the right way. Her hand follows her lips up and down, stroking my cock as she sucks me. Her free hand rests on my cock at first, but it soon makes its way to my balls, squeezing them gently as she sucks faster and faster.

  I run my hands through her soft, blonde hair, pulling it into a ponytail as I watch her suck me. Every now and then, she looks up at me with sensual, teasing eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips despite them being wrapped around my prick. She bobs up and down over and over, and I'm focusing hard on the feeling, though I feel that at any moment, I might explode in her mouth. But I know better than to finish before we've both had our fun.

  After a time, I guide her up by her hair, bringing her to her feet. She wipes a bit of saliva from her mouth and stands before me, as if awaiting a command.

  Good girl, I think.

  "Lose the rest," I say, my eyes moving down her beautiful body and settling on her pants.

  She complies, shimmying out of her skin-tight pants, leaving her in nothing but a pair of thong panties. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband, she pulls them down, stepping out of them and standing before me, totally nude. A bashful expression forms on her face as she tucks her hair behind her right ear, her eyes flicking up at me as though she's unsure of herself.

  "God, you're so fucking beautiful," I say, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her close.

  A pink flush spreads across her features, and my heart skips a beat. I want her right then more than I've ever wanted anything else. But first, it's time for me to return the favor.

  Lifting her off of her feet, I turn and place her on the bed with a light toss, her hair splaying out around her head as she lands. I look over her body, paying special attention to her full breasts, her pink nipples, her fair skin, and the sensual curve of her hips. Her legs cross over one another in a coy manner, and I place one hand on her thigh, pulling them apart as a smile forms on her cherry-red lips. Her sex is now just in front of me, and I look at it and the rest of Alina with the hunger of a starved animal. It's all I can do to not ravage her right at that moment.

  Now I get to my knees, slipping my arms under her shoulders and pulling her close, her pussy now only inches away from my face. Alina runs her hands through my hair in anticipation as I move in close to her. With one hand, I spread her open as I insert a finger into her with the other. Alina moans as I enter her, and I'm harder than I've ever been in my life.

  I start with gentle, quick licks, savoring Alina's taste as I continue to move my fingers in and out of her. I tease her a little, letting her body acclimate to the pleasure that I about to give her.

  But she doesn't want to wait.

  Her hands still in my hair, she presses my face against hers, imploring me to not hold anything back. I'm more than happy to do just that. I start on her with long, slow licks, letting my tongue drag against her clit as I move in and out of her, my finger curling slightly to make sure no bit of her is unstimulated. I continue to lick her, feeling her pussy get wetter by the second as I listen to long, pleasured moans sound from her. Looking up, I see that her face is tightened in an expression of almost unbearable pleasure, and I can sense that she's close to cumming.

  Her legs cross, pressing against the sides of my head. One hand is in my hair and the other is squeezing one of her breasts. The sight of Alina on the verge of climax makes me want to fuck her right then and there, but I know better than to leave a job unfinished. I continue to lick her, Alina's body quaking with pleasure. Then, in the middle of a long, slow drag of my tongue against her, she cums. Her body tightens as she pulls her limbs close; waves of orgasm shake her with steady pulses. She moans hard, taking in deep breaths only to shoot them out in pleasure-gripped half-screams.

  Soon, her body calms, and she's taking long, slow breaths. Her hands slipping into my hair once again, she beckons me to come up to her. I rise to my feet, looking down at her gorgeous body, her face an expression of post-orgasmic bliss and a yearning for more still. Standing between her spread legs, her body laying before my hard and ready cock, I take hold of her hips and pull her close.

  I lean down, my face now close to hers. Looking into her eyes, I'm filled with emotions that go beyond simple arousal. My heart is warm and full, and at this moment, I feel something for Alina that I've never felt this strongly. I kiss her hard, our tongues intertwining for a brief moment. And as our lips separate, the words slip from my mouth.

  "I love you," I say.

  The words seem to be the exact ones she wants to hear. Her eyes grow wet with tears and she brings me in for another kiss.

  "I love you, too," she says, her voice pregnant with emotion.

  Not wanting to waste another moment,
I take my cock by the base, position it just on her opening, and slide into her. She gasps as I enter her, and I get the impression that she still isn't quite used to my size. As always, she quickly accommodates me, wrapping her legs around my hips as I move in and out of her.

  I rock my hips slowly, her hands on my ass as I penetrate her over and her. Looking down at Alina, it's hard to comprehend just how beautiful she is. Her skin is milky white and glistening with perspiration, her features are like that of some angel come to Earth, and her golden hair is around her head as though she's standing in front of the sun. Slipping my hands behind her back, I pull her body up closer to me as I begin to drive into her harder and harder.

  After a time, I'm fucking her at a steady rhythm that's building faster and faster. She's moaning more and more, and I can feel my orgasm rapidly approaching the point of no return.

  "Don't stop," she cries out, her nails digging into my haunches as she holds on to me. "Don't stop fucking me."

  I have no intention to.

  Soon, I'm drilling into her, penetrating her fully over and over again, my cock feeling as though it's about to explode in the most intense orgasm of my life. Alina is resting her body on her elbows, and my eyes are glued to her full breasts as they shake with each collision of my hips into hers.

  "Come inside of me, baby," she says, her voice heavy with arousal.

  The words are like honey to my ears. The orgasm that's been building inside of me ever since her lips touched my cock is now on the verge of explosion. And I can see that Alina is just about to cum once again. Bucking into her hard, I fuck her deep and full, her moans and shrieks filling the room. Soon, her body tenses once again, orgasm rushing through her body. And seeing her cum again is more than I can stand. My own orgasm comes, and I unload myself deep into her, my cock pulsing with each wave of pleasure radiating out.

  Soon, I've drained myself completely, and after one last, slow thrust into her, I collapse at her side, my hand coming to a rest on the flat expanse of her rising and falling stomach. My limbs are weak, and I don't think I can stand even if I want to.

  We lay like this for a time, looking into one another's eyes as we regain our breath and savor the sweet, post-coital glow.

  "We'll get through this," I say, my stare hard.

  "I know we will," she says.

  And laying there with her, I know she's right.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Alina

  I don't want the night to end. Laying there with Michal in that beautiful hotel room, the city stretching out in front of us, I feel that I could freeze this moment and spend the rest of my life simply living in it. But like all childish fantasies, it's not to be, and I find myself slowly sinking into a deep, heavy sleep.

  I awake to the sun rising over the city, the room filling with a soft, orange light. Looking to my side, I see that Michal is gone. Panic grips my body, dissipating only after I hear the running of the shower. I lay in bed for a time, enjoying the softness of the sheets against my naked body, the memories of the previous evening still fresh in my mind.

  However, when I think about the day ahead, fear runs through me, my limbs turning cold. I try calm myself, but I can't; the realization that there's a very real chance that Michal and I might not make it through the week, or even the day, alive paralyzes me. I want to curl into a tight ball and cry, hoping against hope that the world might simply forget about us.

  The shower cuts off and I feel a little better knowing that Michal is going to be returning to the room soon; I realize that I'm going to need his strength if I'm going to make it through what is ahead of us. The door to the bathroom opens and Michal steps out, a towel hung loosely just under his hip bones, his magnificent upper body on full display, a breath of steam following him out of the bathroom.

  "You're up," he says, looking me over.

  "What time is it?" I ask, my voice still heavy with sleep.

  "A little after eight," he says.

  I sit up, looking him over as he makes his way over to his suitcase.

  "Are you going somewhere?" I ask.

  "We're going somewhere."

  The statement frightens me—it means that Michal has come to a decision.

  "Your father …are we going to …?"

  I can't even form the words.

  "No," says Michal, pulling a well-folded button-up shirt and a tie from his belongings. "I know that killing my father would be the simplest solution, in a matter of speaking, but …"

  He stops mid-sentence and turns to me.

  "…I can't do it. As much pain as he's brought me, I can't kill him."

  I'm relieved at this. As much as I want this all to be over and down with, I've hoped that we could avoid more bloodshed on my behalf. My eyes linger on Michal as he lays out his clothing. He looks to be putting together a nice outfit, and I wonder what he has in mind.

  As I watch him more, I notice that his movements seem slow and languid.

  "Did you sleep last night?" I ask.

  "No," he says. "There was no way I'd be able to. I spent the evening trying to figure out how you and I are going to get to the other side of this thing in one piece."

  "And …what did you decide?"

  "I made a deal," he says. "I don't mean to rush you, but you need to get dressed."

  I want to ask him more about this "deal," but I can sense that his mind is already preoccupied with whatever he's decided on. Stepping into the bathroom, the steam warm and moist on my skin, I take a quick shower. I do my best to not ruminate on the day ahead, telling myself that Michal will reveal to me in time what he's decided. But I'm still uneasy and nervous.

  When I get out of the bathroom, Michal is already dressed. He's wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt, a pair of professional black shoes and a thin, black tie completing the look.

  "You look like an FBI agent," I say, a smile on my lips.

  His eyes snap to mine, his expression grim.

  I realize right then and there what he means by a "deal."

  My towel wrapped around my body, I run over to him.

  "What did you agree to?" I say my voice rising. "What did they say?"

  "Nothing, yet," says Michal. "We're meeting them at nine. You need to be there, so get ready."

  I nod, now feeling like I'm under the power of forces that I have no control over. I'm upset that Michal made such a decision without telling me. But he wouldn't have agreed to a deal with the government unless he knew that was the best, safest option, I tell myself.

  I feel a little better; this does sound like a better option than him conducting some kind of assassination mission on his own father. Sifting through the suitcase, I find a pair of cream-colored dress slacks, a white blouse, and a pair of black pumps; it's as though Michal packed clothes with the thought that we might need to have a meeting like this.

  Once dressed, I put my hair into a ponytail and I am ready to go. Michal is standing on the balcony, looking out onto the city, a hand in one pocket. I can't even imagine what's going through his mind at this moment.

  "I'm ready," I say, stepping out onto the balcony, the morning breeze fresh and cool.

  Michal simply nods, and we're off. We check out and make out way to the car. When we get in, the doors shut hard, the sound loud and almost metallic. I'm reminded of a jail door slamming shut, and the thought that Michal might have to do prison time appears in my mind, overcoming me with anxiety.

  "What if they," I say, my voice fearful. "What if they …send you to jail?"

  Michal raises his hand and closes his eyes.

  "I won't know until I've spoken to them," he says.

  I hush up, not wanting to give him any more stress than he already is dealing with. Michal starts the car, and we're soon off. After a time, we approach the massive FBI building, a large, black square with rows of tall, opaque windows along the sides and a small, well-groomed office park out front. The place looks desolate, it being a Sunday, but as we pull closer and arrive at
a checkpoint, the tight security that one would expect from a government building becomes clear.

  "I have an appointment with Agent Potter," says Michal to the guard at the gate.

  The guard makes a quick call, and soon we're through. Stepping into the building, I'm taken aback by how large the interior is. Agents in dark suits move here and there, and another security checkpoint awaits us. Once through, a craggy-faced, middle-aged man with graying hair stands like a statute, his dark eyes scanning us both with skepticism.

  "Michal Nowak?" he says, his voice rough.

  "Yes," says Michal.

  The man's eyes flick over to me.

  "And this is the girl?"

  "Yes," says Michal.