His Hostage: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)

by Willow Winters

  “I remember… tasting you.”

  “You sucked my dick.” I focus my eyes on her. “Say it.”

  Her lips part and her breathing quickens. Yeah, she wants me. And this time it’s going to go down like it should’ve last night.

  “I sucked your dick.”

  “Yeah you did, and you’re going to do it again after I cum in this pussy.” I smack her pussy hard enough to make her jump. “You’re going to lick me clean, aren’t you, my dirty girl?”

  I watch as her pussy clenches around nothing. She’s so fucking turned on right now. I dip my fingers into her heat and curl up to hit that sweet spot.

  “Oh!” She falls back on the mattress and her back arches. I smirk at her. I forgot how damn responsive she is. She’s too fucking good. I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her quickly, but I keep my pumps shallow, focusing on that sweet spot. I just want to get her off real quick to soften her up. “Get wet for me, Elle.”

  My words send her off and she trembles beneath me with the sexiest moan coming from her lips. I feel her cum on my fingers and quickly pull them out and shove my pants down. I take them off and toss them to the floor. She’s panting with her head turned to the side. And then just as I line my dick up, she does the same thing as last night. She closes her legs and pushes away from me.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I don’t understand the look she’s giving me. “You want me to grab a condom?”

  She clears her throat a little before settling back down on the bed and relaxing slightly. “Umm...” Her blue eyes find mine and she continues. “I don’t know.”

  “I’ll get one, sweetheart. It’s alright.” I move to get off the bed but she pops up and grabs my forearm to stop me.

  “No!” she yells out, a little too loud, and seems to be embarrassed by her own reaction.

  I give her a questioning look. “I don’t mind. I’m clean. So if you’re good, I’m good. But I can get one.”

  She gives me a small smile and then settles back down, releasing my arm. “No, don’t.” She swallows and opens her legs for me.

  Her submission is fucking beautiful. I don’t waste any time and settle in between her hips, lining my cock up. Her eyes close, and her head turns to the side as her breathing picks up.

  “Uh-uh, sweetheart.” Her eyes open. “I want you to look at me while I’m fucking you.”

  Her mouth parts, and I can feel her pussy clamping down on the very tip of my dick. I can't believe how turned on she is even though she's already cum. I grip her hips with both hands, tilting her just right and slam into her heat.

  Holy fuck, she’s so fucking tight. She’s strangling my dick. Her head pushes into the mattress and her mouth opens for a silent scream. Her pussy pulses around me as the head of my cock pushes against her cervix.

  “You alright, babe?” I have to ask, because she looks lost in a mix of pleasure and pain. But closer to the side of pain, and that’s not what I want.

  I rub her clit with the rough pad of my thumb and wait for her walls to loosen around me. I rock in and out with shallow strokes and feel her moisture pull between us.

  “Yeah.” Her head turns to the side, but she keeps her eyes on me. “More,” she pants with half-lidded eyes, and I fucking love it. Her lust and pleasure are evident. Thank fuck. I almost thought I was too much for her.

  I watch as a cold sweat breaks out on her skin and I lean down, pushing my cock even deeper and kiss her jaw. I feel her body start to shake and her breathing pause, and I know she’s close again so soon. I fucking love how easy it is to get her off. I pinch her clit to push her over the edge. Her eyes are dazed as she thrashes under me, cumming on my dick. Her tight walls try to milk my dick, but I’m not even close to being done with her.

  “Look at me while you cum.” She obeys immediately, and I’m half-surprised she’s still so coherent. I wrap my hand around her throat and start pumping her with deep strokes. She’s so wet, making my movements easy. I pound her pussy again and again, each stroke harder than the previous, and love the moans of pleasure I force out of her mouth. She moans my name and struggles to keep her eyes on me as her body trembles. Fuck yes. I want another. “Cum for me.” And she does. Three fucking times already.

  I feel like a king. Her king. I’m her entire world right now. I rule over her body. I own her. The thought has me rutting recklessly between her legs. She lets out a strangled cry, and I keep up my pace. My balls draw up and my spine tingles. YES!

  I keep my eyes on her as I tilt my hips so each thrust smacks against her clit. I pound into her heat without any mercy, and as soon as I hear her scream my name in complete ecstasy as her body bows with her release, I cum deep inside her heat. She’s still so damn tight that our combined cum leaks out from her pussy and down my thighs. I push as far in as I can and love the wet smacking noises I'm making with my deep, hard thrusts.

  Waves of heat and pleasure roll through my body. YES! So fucking good. I close my eyes as her body relaxes and just enjoy this moment. Our heavy pants are the only thing I can hear. I fucking love it.

  I open my eyes and find her watching me, as though she’s waiting for my approval. Such a sweet submissive. I lean down, slipping out of her and let the cum drip on the sheets. I don’t care. I’ll wash them after I take her home.

  The thought of taking her home hits me as my lips gently brush against hers. I kiss her with more passion than I’ve ever kissed a woman. I hate that this is the first and the last time.

  She kisses me back with the same intensity and I know it’s real. This broad can’t hide shit from me. I break our kiss and smile down at her.

  She winces as I move from between her legs and she closes them.

  I look down and see a wet spot on the white sheets crumpled up under us and it’s pink. Ah, damn. It’s a good thing I didn’t go down on her with her time of the month coming.

  I slide off the bed and quickly grab a washcloth from the en suite and wet it with warm water.

  When I get back to the bed, she’s still laying on her side, exhausted and trembling from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms.

  “Open your legs for me, sweetheart.” She turns onto her back with her eyes closed and winces as I wipe her off.

  My poor sweet girl. I know I was rough, but I didn’t think I was that rough. She is tight though. I wasn’t expecting that.

  “You alright sweetheart?” I ask and kiss her cheek.

  “Mm hm,” she says, nodding her head.

  “You sure?” I bend down and kiss her thigh that’s still shaking slightly and then her hip.

  She shakes her head no. “It’s a good hurt.”

  Chapter 11: Vince

  I watch her move in the shower, her hands moving over her skin as she lathers up her body. I’d get in there with her and fuck her against the wall, but she’s too sore. I feel like a prick for being so rough. Every time she looks at me she smiles sweetly, so she can’t be hurting too bad.

  “You sure you don’t want to go out for lunch?” I raise my voice enough that she'll be able to hear it over the sound of the water. She didn’t eat anything for breakfast; I should at least take her to lunch.

  She sighs heavily. “My mom wants me to go home. She thinks I’m mad at her.”

  “Aren’t you?” She should be mad at her.

  “Yes. But I don’t want her to feel bad.” I rub my jaw, deciding on how involved I want to get with this. Fuck it. She’s too sweet to watch her being used like that.

  “Tell me what happened.” She stops washing her hair and looks at me with surprise. “I wanna know.”

  She goes back to doing her thing and sighs. I almost have to get up to spank that ass for ignoring me, but then she starts talking. “She likes to move around and latch onto men. As long as I can remember, it’s what she does.” She rinses her hair and the lather washes down her curves. Her nipples are hard and it takes everything in me not to go to her. I want her again so fucking bad. I have to concentrate on how she

couldn’t walk straight. She’s too fucking sore.

  If I’d known that would have happened, I would’ve gone easy, so I could have her again.

  “She always picks losers who are drunks like her or have some sort of problem.” My eyes snap up to her face and I have to try to remember what the fuck she’s talking about. Oh yeah, her mom.

  “So what’s this guy’s deal?” I ask.

  “Well, Patrick is a gambler and lost his house because of it. So my sweet mother bought them one after a whopping two months of chatting online.”

  I huff a laugh. “And now what? She needs you 'cause he lost this one?”

  “Yeah, that, and my name’s on it.”

  “What?” All humor leaves me and I lean forward on the bench. Anger rises in my blood. That’s fucked up. I don’t know why I feel so defensive, but I do. No mother should do that kind of shit to their daughter. “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah, she forged my name on the paperwork. Luckily, whatever bet he made he couldn’t use the house as collateral, but she drained her bank account bailing him out, and now I have to come save the day.”

  “You don’t have to do a damn thing.” It takes a moment for her to look at me. “Except get your name off that mortgage.”

  She watches me for a second and then nods her head. “It’s just...” She trails off as she turns off the water and grabs a towel to dry off. I keep my ass planted firmly on the bench so I don’t get any more ideas about fucking her. “She’s my mom,” she finally concludes.

  “So?” I ask, like I don’t understand. I do, though. I really get the sympathy. But there’s a point when you’re being used where you have to put your foot down.

  “If I don’t help her, no one else is there for her.”

  “There’s a reason for that. There’s a reason she’s alone.” I say.

  “I don’t want her to be alone though. I want her to be happy.” She sounds so sad.

  “That’s real sweet of you, babe, but sometimes you have to stop letting people use you.”

  She shifts uncomfortably and then sits down on the bench next to me. I grin when I see her mouth open, and her eyes close in ecstasy. She likes that little hint of pain and I’m pretty sure her clit is still throbbing, priming her for my dick again.

  “Vince?” Her tone is off and I don’t like it.

  “Yeah, sweetheart?” I keep my tone neutral until I can figure out what's wrong this time.

  “I was just wondering what all this means to you.”

  Oh. Fuck. It’s one of those conversations. I’m not too sure how I want to answer that. So I play dumb. “What do you mean?”

  “What’s going on between us?” I know it takes a lot for her to be so straightforward, and I respect that.

  “We’re having fun, babe.” The sadness that swarms in her eyes fucking kills me. I have to admit I want to keep seeing this girl. I really want to do all sorts of things to her body. I’d love to test her responsiveness, but it wouldn’t be smart. I run my hand through my hair. Fucking her this morning wasn’t smart either.

  Her eyes fall to the floor, but she nods her head slightly. “I like just having fun. No strings or anything, that’s okay,” she says. I can see she’s hurt and that she wants more. She’s just saying what she thinks I want to hear. It tears me up inside.

  “You sure you don’t want to go to lunch, sweetheart?” I pull her to sit on my lap, still wrapped in her towel. “I’ll take you wherever you wanna go.” Just one more moment with her, before I have to say goodbye.

  She gives me a forced smile and shakes her head. “That’s alright. You don’t have to do that.” Fuck she looks so sad. Like it’s just a pity date.

  “I don’t have to. I want to.” I don’t realize how true the words are until they leave my lips.

  “I have to get back.” She pushes off of me and reaches for the bag of clothes from Neiman Marcus and turns her back to me as she begins to get dressed. I know she’s upset, and it hurts.

  I wish I could tell her I’ll see her tonight, but I’m not fucking inviting her to dinner. I’ve got one of her textbooks downstairs and I’ll text her later tonight to swing by and come pick it up at my parents' house. That way Pops sees her, and I don’t get my sweetheart wrapped up with my Ma. That shit’s not happening. Ma will have all sorts of ideas going through her head if I bring her home.

  “Take your time.” I give her a small smile that grows as she turns and smiles back at me. She’s not that upset. Something’s off, but she knew what this was. I take a few steps towards her and kiss the crook of her neck. Her hand comes around the back of my head to hold me there and I admonish her by nipping her earlobe.

  “I’ll see you downstairs.” She bites her bottom lip and nods with that blush staining her cheeks.

  “You alright, sweetheart?” She’s been quiet since she came downstairs, even after we left my place. Maybe the high that was keeping the regret from her is wearing off. I don’t know what it is. But her sweet smiles are gone now. I hope her memory isn’t coming back to her. Seeing her anything but happy makes me nervous and uneasy.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” she answers with a forced upbeat in her voice.

  “It was fun hanging out with you.” I rest my hand on her thigh. We’re parked in front of a decent enough house in an average neighborhood.

  “Yeah,” she says. Her smile falls and she noticeably swallows. “It was fun for me, too.” My heart drops looking at the sadness in her eyes. I don’t get it. I don’t understand why she’s so upset.

  That’s a fucking lie. I know she wants more. But she can’t have it. It’s over between us. It’s better this way. She can’t be coming around after the shit she saw. Even though she forgot, I’m not bringing her around the familia. I can’t.

  For fuck's sake, I want her, too. But I can’t have her.

  Her small hand grips the handle to leave before I can get out of the car. That’s not happening. “I’ll walk you up.” I don’t give her a moment to respond. I’m out and around to her side before she can swing the door fully open. I offer her my hand, but she’s hesitant to accept. Finally, she does. She gracefully steps out and we walk in silence.

  This fucking sucks. I don’t know if I want her more because I can’t have her, or if what I’m feeling is more than that. It doesn’t fucking matter though.

  I can’t have her, and I need to end this in a way that she knows that. She turns to face me as we get to her door.

  But I can’t go through with it. Her wide blue eyes focus on me and I find myself leaning forward and wrapping my arms around her waist. She moans into my mouth and kisses me back.

  I shouldn’t be doing this.

  My tongue dips inside, tasting her. My hands find her ass and grip her cheeks. She pulls away from me. Her breathing comes in pants. She wants me. I nip her bottom lip and give her one more kiss.

  I may not be able to see her after tonight. But I’m not going to crush her heart until I absolutely have to. I don’t want to see her sad. I don’t want her angry at me. Not like she was. I fucking love this side of her. I love that she wants me.

  “See you later, sweetheart.”

  She hums in satisfaction and watches me as I walk to the car.

  I wait to leave until after she’s in the house.

  I’ve gotta get some shit done and then I’ll send her a text. My heart hardens in my chest. The familia comes to Sunday dinner. I don’t want her around them. I know by now everyone will know. An intense urge to protect her makes my muscles tight as I drive away.

  I’ll just show them she’s fine. Let her wait in the foyer or something where they can see her. Then she can go.

  And then I’ll really have to say goodbye.

  Chapter 12: Elle

  “I said I’m sorry, Elle.”

  I hear my mom’s voice, but I ignore her as I look through the bills again. I can’t fucking believe this.

  “I can’t afford this!” I yell, interrupting whatever she was about to say. I'm sitting at my desk chair, and I finally turn to look at her. She’s pale and gaunt looking. She hasn’t taken care of herself. Not recently. Not ever. And it’s noticeable. Her blonde hair is pulled tight into a ponytail which makes her skin look even more wrinkled and her face more sunken in. I don’t even recognize her.

  “Of course you can. They wouldn’t let me take out the loans if you couldn’t afford them.”

  “No! I can’t!” I can’t help the anger heating my blood. I’m going to have to drop out of school. There’s no way I can afford to live on a grad student’s wage and only work part-time in the lab in order to pay this shit off. My heart sinks in my chest. I shouldn’t have to. I shouldn’t have to do this.

  “How many more?” I ask her. She’s done this shit before. I know she’s hiding some. Ones that she isn’t that overdue on.

  “Those are the only ones with your name on them.” Her eyes widen as she puts her hand over her heart. Her voice lowers as she cries. “I only did it because I had to.”

  “You didn’t have to do it!” I’m still angry and still screaming, and that’s not what she expects. I can’t help it though. It’s so true. “You don’t have to make my life hell.”

  She shakes her head and starts to speak, but I stop her.

  “Don’t! Don’t you dare. I’m going to have to quit school now. You know that?” Oddly enough though, quitting school seems like more a relief than anything else.

  “You have to know I didn’t mean for this to happen. I promise you, Elle. I’m going to fix this. I kicked him out. I did. It was stupid of me. I’m going to my AA meetings, I swear!”

  Her eyes plead with me to forgive her as her hands clasp in front of her and tears fall down her face. It melts my anger and just makes me sad. I feel pathetic believing her, but I really do. I can help her. I know I can.

  “I’ll figure this out, Mom.”

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