Sinner's Saint: A Dark Mafia Captive Romance

by Bella King

  “And you dressed up as Juan to rescue me. How did you get into that place?”

  “It only takes one little mistake,” Saint said, his smug look growing. “Juan went outside for a smoke and ended up being the one who got smoked. I strangled the bastard with my bare hands and took his clothes. We’re about the same size.”

  “Wow,” I said. “That’s insane.”

  “I’ve done crazier things,” Saint said, looking a bit cocky now. He was pleased with how he had handled Juan, and I could see that it was all for his brother. Killing Juan was revenge, and capturing me was to save his brother.

  “You really care about your brother,” I said, leaning back into my seat.

  “I do,” Saint replied. “And I also care about dinner, so we’re taking this exit.” He flicked the turn signal on and merged into the next lane, heading down the exit ramp of the highway.

  “It’s been ages since I ate at the Olive Pit,” I said, looking at the sign on the side of the road as we stopped at an intersection.

  “Same. Isn’t it such a pretentious name, though? When me and my brother were little, we used to think it was some fancy restaurant. I guess we weren’t disappointed when we finally got enough money together to eat there. The hamburgers are good.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, I thought the same thing. I wondered why my parents never wanted to go there because they were always eating at fancy places. I just wanted a damn burger.”

  “We’re both getting one today,” Saint said, pulling into the road and heading toward the brick building with a green roof.

  My stomach growled again. I was ready to eat.

  “We’ll save time by going through the drive-through. Plus, I’m pretty sure the police are going to be on the lookout for us,” Saint said as we pulled up to the Olive Pit.

  “We did cause quite the stir at the hotel,” I said.

  “Exactly, and they had cameras in there. I’m probably fucked in the entire state of Florida. When all this is over, I’m getting the hell out of here.”

  “That’s probably a good idea because I know what you look like, too,” I said.

  Saint smiled and waved a finger at me as we pulled up to the drive-through. “I keep forgetting that I kidnapped you.”

  I nodded. “You’re not going to get away with that so easily.”

  “I suppose not,” he said before rolling down his window. “What do you want?”

  I perked up in my seat. “A cheeseburger with extra pickles, and vanilla ice cream. Oh, and a coke.”

  Saint chuckled, then turned to the large microphone outside of the building to place our order.

  We pulled around the building, paying and getting the greasy bags of food to eat while we continued driving to the hotel. I immediately dug into the bags, searching for my food, and pulling it out before letting Saint get his meal. I was much hungrier than he was.

  I peeled off the slippery paper that they used to wrap the burger, and aromatic steam rose in my hands. I could smell the thick scent of cheap beef and cheese as I lifted the burger to my face. I took a deep breath, savoring it only for a moment before opening my mouth and shoving it in.

  “Fuck,” I said, a mouthful of burger not stopping me from expressing my joy at the fact that I finally got to eat something like this.

  Saint raised an eyebrow and fished through the bag as he prepared to pull out onto the road. He retrieved his burger as I took another bite of mine.

  Food tasted better when your body was exhausted. Every bite felt like heaven, and I would have even chosen the burger over the orgasm that Saint had given me earlier. Food was always more important to me than sex, anyway.

  I was so consumed by the food in my hands that I forgot all about the ice cream I had ordered. As I finished up the cheeseburger with extra pickles, my eyes lit up. “Where’s my ice cream?” I asked, shoving my hand into the bag in the center console as Saint munched away on his food.

  My hand found the cold container that was at the bottom of the bag. The condensation on the sides of the container caused it to stick to a few napkins. I pulled it out of the bag and peeled off the napkins, tossing them into my lap in case I made a mess. I always found ice cream to be particularly messy, even if it was in a cup instead of a cone.

  As Saint drove us the rest of the way to the hotel we would be staying at for the night, I scooped the last spoonful of sweet vanilla ice cream into my mouth. Normally, I wouldn’t have eaten so much in one sitting, but this was a special treat. With a full belly and a smile on my lips, I nodded off in the leather seat of the rental Mercedes.

  Chapter Eighteen

  I didn’t remember going to the hotel or getting into bed. There were brief recollections of Saint carrying me in, but I was too tired to bother waking up fully. Besides, I didn’t mind being in his strong arms while I slept. It made me feel safe.

  I ended up in a queen-sized bed at a small motel off the highway. It was generic enough not to spark attention, and far enough away from the city so that no cops would stumble across us and make an arrest.

  I woke up to a faint light coming from the bathroom. I heard the shower and realized that Saint was there, preparing to go to sleep. I listened to him in the shower, drawing comfort from the yellow glow from under the bathroom door, and the sound of his presence.

  Mrs. May was curled up at the end of the bed, watching me as I watched the bathroom door. Cats were always so attentive and alert. If I woke up in the middle of the night, Mrs. May’s yellow eyes would be wide open as well. I wondered if cats truly slept at all, or if they were in a constant in-between state.

  I laid in bed for a moment before deciding to shed the loose clothes that I had been given so that I could sleep more comfortably. Saint had already seen me naked. It wasn’t like I had anything left to hide from him.

  I pushed the soft white covers to my feet and slid out of bed, silently removing my clothes so that I could sleep better. It was cold in the room, which made me wish that Saint would finish his shower and get into bed already. I could already imagine the way his hot skin would feel against my body. Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps, and those weren’t from the cold.

  I slipped back under the covers and watched the light under the bathroom door as Mrs. May left to sleep on the small sofa that occupied the corner of the room. She often began the night at the foot of my bed, only to end it on the couch. It was her normal routine.

  After a few minutes, I heard the shower knob squeak shut and the shower curtain slide open. Saint’s heavy feet made two distinct thuds as he stepped out of the shower. I closed my eyes and pictures his muscular body, dripping wet and pink from the heat of the water. It was enough to make me feel wet. No man should have that much power over my anatomy.

  Even though it was time to sleep, I felt awake again. How long had I been sleeping in the car before we got here? I felt like I had a full night’s sleep in the few hours that had passed. Maybe I was just excited about Saint coming out of the bathroom. Would he be wearing pajamas, or would he insist on sleeping naked?

  I was already naked. Maybe I shouldn’t have been. Would that send a signal to Saint that I wanted to have sex? Would it even be so bad if I did? Was that irresponsible?

  My heart thudded beneath my ribs as the door to the bathroom opened, and I broke from my frantic thoughts. Saint stepped out, leaving the bathroom light on for just long enough for me to see that he was completely naked.

  So, that was how it would be. Alright. Two could play at that game. It’s not like I was any better than him for exposing myself. The difference was that I hadn’t ever seen him naked before. This was the first time.

  “Are you sleeping?” Saint’s voice rumbled from the darkness as he approached the bed.

  “No,” I said in a faint whisper. I couldn’t seem to find my full voice.

  There was a pressure on the bed as Saint sunk into the mattress beside me. He was close, so close that I could smell the motel soap he had used in the shower. If he could
have seen me, he would have seen wide and alert eyes, taking in everything in the darkness as he laid beside me on the bed.

  “You slept like a brick in the car after you finished eating. It was pretty cute,” he said gently.

  My eyes had adjusted enough in the darkness to where I could make out the faint outline of his body. He was propped up on the bed, not fully lying down yet. He wasn’t even under the covers.

  “Are you naked?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Yes. Does that bother you?” he asked.

  “No. I’m naked too,” I admitted.

  There was a pause. In the dark, the silence was even heavier than it would have been during the day.

  Saint spoke again. “When I put you in bed, you had clothes on.”

  “I know. I took them off,” I said.

  He chuckled. “Why did you do that?”

  “I like to sleep naked,” I answered.

  I heard him move, adjusting his large body in the bed. I was both terrified and thrilled that we were so close to each other, and that the only thing that could come between us was the thin hotel sheets.

  I felt the heat of his hand before it touched my skin. It was just my shoulder, but it was enough to send a zap of energy through my body. There was no way I could sleep when he was acting like this.

  Saint didn’t stop there, but for a moment, I thought he would. His hand lingered on my shoulder until it relaxed, then he moved it down my arm. Every inch that he traveled across my skin was hyper-real. I could feel the atoms in our bodies coming into contact, and every detail from his skin on mine.

  Saint’s hand traveled back up my arm to my shoulder, and then it found its way to my neck. I tensed up as his fingers met the indent at the bottom of my throat even though I was trying to relax and be calm. It was impossible when he was producing a symphony of emotions and sensations in my body. This was poetry.

  The fingers on my neck trailed down to my breasts, and Saint cupped my left one, the one closest to the mattress, in his large hand. I gasped when his thumb brushed against my nipple. Both of my nipples were already stiff, but his touch made them harder.

  “You like that.” Saint’s deep voice rumbled through me.

  Was that a question or a statement? Either way, the answer was yes. I liked it very much, but I didn’t say anything.

  Saint played with my breast for a minute, then moved another hand over to my hip to begin feeling more of me. I pushed out my hips as he did this, giving him better access to what was between my legs.

  It was growing increasingly difficult to stop my breathing from sounding hoarse and labored. I was trying to stay cool, but Saint wasn’t going to allow that. Every touch set off another storm inside of me. I was about to be like Florida – very wet.

  I felt the covers coming up, and finally, Saint slipped beneath them with me. He slid close to me, pressing something hot and firm between my legs. I adjusted my hips to let him press it more, urging him to take me.

  The object between my legs was Saint’s cock. It was thick and stiff, and I wanted to hold it in my hand. I was shy about it, but I mustered up enough inner strength to do it. I reached a hand between the sheets and clasped it around Saint’s throbbing member.

  Saint moaned.

  That was enough to tell me that this was right. Hearing his deep voice, contorted into pleasure, was exactly what I needed to make the final push. I pressed my hips against his, sliding his cock between them and letting him enter me sideways in the bed.

  “So tight,” Saint grumbled as he moved inside of me.

  Tossed back my head, overwhelmed by how large he was. The slow sensation of him pushing deeper inside of me was incredible. Nothing, not even when he had made me cum with just his mouth, could compare to this. I was in love with his cock already, and we had just barely started.

  My juiced rolled over his shaft as he plunged in deeper, filling and stretching all the space that I had available for him. Thank god I was wet enough for him because otherwise he simply wouldn’t have fit. Saint had a massive cock.

  I shivered as Saint leaned in and whispered into my ear, “This pussy is mine.”

  “Yes,” I moaned back to him.

  I arched my back and pressed my breasts against his broad chest as he moved in a steady rhythm. His chest hair tickled my breasts and collarbone, brushing up lightly against me as he moved.

  Suddenly, I was flipped over to my back, and Saint was on top of me. He took my ass in his hands, spreading my cheeks apart as he began to plunge into my soaked pussy harder.

  His thrusts grew rapid, desperate. He needed to cum inside of me. I could feel it.

  As Saint pounded his cock between my legs, squeezing the juices from inside of me, my own pleasure built up like a tidal wave. I could see it coming in the distance, rolling in majestically. I grabbed the back of Saint’s neck as he fucked me and kissed him as I felt my body begin to twitch and squirm from the pleasure.

  I tasted Saint’s lips, his passion, and his hunger as the tidal wave crashed through my body. It swept through me, destroying everything in its path. Every thought, every worry, and every hope of escape vanished, drowned in the ecstasy that Saint provided me with.

  I was gone.

  There was nothing left of me.

  And then, I was back.

  I let out a cry as the final waves of pleasure rolled through me. I was so wet that I could feel my fluids dripping over my flower onto the bed. Saint was playing in them, diving in as though he had lived in the sea his whole life. He enjoyed the slickness of my pussy as he rubbed against the walls of my vagina until he climaxed inside of me.

  I kept his lips pressed on mine as he came inside of me. With every pump of semen between my legs, more tension was released in Saint’s neck. I could feel him relaxing in my hands as I held him there, tasting the raw passion dripping from his mouth as he unloaded his cum between my legs.

  We were finished.

  We were happy.

  It was time to sleep.

  Saint’s heavy body rested on top of me. His chest mashed my breasts down, pinning me into the mattress for a while before he finally rolled over to cuddle me. I pressed my ass against his limp cock as he pulled me close.

  I loved the way his body felt against mine. I felt safe in his arms. I was so consumed by this feeling that I even forgot for a moment that I was his prisoner. In this motel room on the side of the highway, I was his lover.

  I only wished it could stay that way.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Once we were out of the state, it would be much more difficult for me to find my way back home. I had no money, no phone, and no clue where the hell we were. The only good thing about being so far away from home was that I wouldn’t be in any immediate danger from the Southside Syndicate.

  I pushed the start button on the blue Mercedes. In a few hours, Saint would discover that I was no longer cuddled up beside him in bed. It was a shame that things had to end this way.

  The time that I had spent with Saint had opened my eyes to what love could be like. I doubted that I would get over him so quickly. It wasn’t fair that this was how things had to be, but I wasn’t going to put my parents through months of misery and risk my life just to get Saint’s brother off the case. It didn’t make sense.

  I glanced down at the embroidery that I had made of him. I had packed it with me even though Saint had wanted to get rid of it. I could never capture the true beauty of his eyes in a simple cross-stitch, but it was close enough to remember him by.

  I let the Mercedes sit in the dark parking lot beside the motel. I wanted to leave, but I was sad to go. It was a bittersweet thing for me to do, but I had made up my mind the second that Saint had let me roam free without a handcuff to keep me close to him. He was the foolish one here, not me.

  It had been a while since I had driven a car. I didn’t own one when I lived on my own, and although I was familiar with luxury cars, they still tended to be a little tricky. Why couldn�
�t manufacturers just build them in a straightforward way? Everything was hidden in this car. It had taken me a minute just to find the starter switch even though I had seen Saint press it earlier.

  The sun was starting to come up to the horizon. I couldn’t see it yet, and I figured it would be a few hours before the sun was glaring into my face. It was too bad that I would be driving toward the sun for most of my trip. I didn’t have a phone for navigation, but the Mercedes had a GPS built into the center dashboard.

  Mrs. May meowed from the back seat. It had been difficult to get her into her traveling cage quietly, but somehow, I had managed to do it without waking up Saint.

  I had the luxury of napping before we got to the hotel, so it was easier for me to wake up early. Unfortunately for him, he was out like a light and hadn’t sensed me getting out of bed and slip out with the keys to his car.

  “We’re going home,” I said to Mrs. May as I placed my hand on the shifter to bring the car into drive.

  No sooner had a spoken than glass exploded from the window beside me. I heard heavy pings as bullets hit the side of the car, flying from an unknown location at rapid speed. They broke through the windshield and flew over my head, coming so close that I could feel the air off the side of them.

  I didn’t know if I had been hit or not. My instincts took over, and I ducked down, pulling myself into the backseat where I would have more cover. I knew that the bullets were coming from the driver’s side of the car, but I didn’t know if it was safe to go out on the other side.

  All I knew was that someone was shooting a rifle with a high capacity magazine at the blue Mercedes at three o’clock in the morning. I thought the Syndicate wanted me alive, but they were shooting at me like they wanted to kill me in the afterlife too.

  I didn’t have time to examine why someone was trying to riddle my tired body with bullet holes. I could barely think about anything aside from escaping the death trap that Saint’s car had become.

  The gunshots paused, and I took the opportunity to crawl out of the back door, my hands meeting with the dirty asphalt outside the motel. As I rolled only to ground and looked to my closest form of cover, another grouping of bullets hit the side of the car. Whoever the shooter was, they were determined to make sure I was dead.