Sold: Highest Bidder

by Willow Winters

  She’s just waiting for me to say it back.

  “I love you too, peaches. Forever.”

  Chapter 28

  Madeline

  “Yes!” I scream out as he pounds into me. Fuck, he feels so good. Every time is like the first time. He groans in the crook of my neck.

  “That’s right, peaches,” he says as his callused thumb presses against my clit, and I fall hard against the bed. My back bows, and my pussy spasms with an intense orgasm.

  “Cum on my dick, baby.” He continues fucking me through my release as waves and waves of heated pleasure light every nerve ending on fire.

  He thrusts into me, forcing the headboard to bang repeatedly against the wall.

  The haze of lust clears for only a moment.

  I push up against the wall as if I could stop it, but it’s useless. Zane is lost in pleasure and overpowers me, caging me in and fucking me as though he needs his release more than his last breath.

  “Fuck!” I scream out as the waves dim and the tips of my toes and fingers tingle. Again. Slight fear overwhelms me as my body heats. My head thrashes, and I try to push him away.

  I almost say the words, I can’t. But Zane’s lips find mine. He kisses me with such passion, I’m forced to give myself to him.

  His hips pound against mine, each time pushing against my throbbing clit, once, twice, three times and he explodes in me. The feel of his massive cock pulsing inside of me sends me over the edge again.

  And we find our release together.

  After a moment, my breathing evens and Zane pulls out of me. I wince from how sore I am. We finally moved in together, seriously this time. Not just one of us staying at the other’s place. No more roommates. Just us. And he’s taken advantage. Not that I’m complaining.

  Shit! The headboard.

  I peek up at the wall and cover my face.

  “Damn it, Zane,” I groan into my hands.

  “What?” he asks all innocent-like. He knows what he did. He hasn't even sanded the spackle from the last time he dented the wall.

  “We need a new headboard.” I concede. I fucking love this one. It’s beautiful. But Zane is a beast, and there’s no way this is going to work.

  He chuckles, all rough and low. And sexy as sin. My clit throbs, and my legs scissor. I can’t get enough of him.

  “Already?” he says and grins. “You’re insatiable.” I playfully push him away as he tries to crawl on top of my body.

  I giggle and lie on my side, facing him.

  I was so scared only weeks ago that we were ruined. That everything that’d happened was just too much. I didn’t think our relationship would survive.

  Especially when my father came over and saw us together on the sofa. I stood up, ready to tell him not to say anything, but Zane and he took it outside.

  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t eavesdrop.

  My heart nearly leapt up my throat when I heard Zane tell him he killed the men who put their hands on me. He told him everything.

  My father still isn’t sure that I should be with him, but at least he has some respect for my decision to stay with him and he keeps his mouth shut when he sees him.

  The truth is, I needed Zane, and he needed me.

  Without each other, we wouldn’t have healed like we did. My fingers trace the snake on his arm. It’s my favorite thing to do while we’re in bed.

  “When are you gonna let me give you a tattoo?” he asks me.

  I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. We have a fresh start. A new home all to ourselves. I want everyone to know I’m his. I’d be proud to wear his art.

  But I’d be prouder to wear something else.

  “When you put a ring on it.”

  He gives me a panty-melting smirk and crawls on top of me. “Is that so?” he asks, cocking a brow and chuckling.

  “Hell yeah. Haven’t you heard the song, if you like it you shoulda…” My voice trails off as he reaches over to the nightstand.

  Oh hell no. No. He. Did. Not.

  He pulls the drawer open and pulls out a small black velvet box.

  I cover my mouth with both my hands as tears well in my eyes.

  “Madeline Murphy, be my wife.” He doesn’t ask, of course. I roll my eyes and sniffle before letting out a small laugh.

  “You didn’t even ask.” I look into his eyes and feel so freaking loved.

  “Last time I asked you for something, you gave me the runaround for weeks.” My shoulders shake with a soft giggle, and my eyes go glassy with tears. “I wasn’t willing to take the risk this time.”

  “I fucking love you, Zane.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with every ounce of passion I have.

  He looks into my eyes and smiles wide as he says, “I love you too, peaches.”

  Epilogue

  Zane

  “Are you sure it’s not going to hurt?” Maddy asks me again. I’ve told her it’s gonna fucking hurt. Tattooing over any bone isn’t a walk in the park. But somehow she keeps getting it in her head that I’ve told her it isn’t going to hurt.

  “Just a little, but don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”

  She looks up at me warily and takes in a deep breath. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

  She opens the door to the new shop and walks right in like she owns the place. And I guess she does, since what’s mine is hers, now that we’re married.

  “Hey Needles, do you guys have cosmos here?” she asks Needles, and I can’t help but laugh as he gives her a look like she’s crazy.

  He looks past her and right at me. “She for real, bro?” he asks.

  “Give her what she wants, man. She’s getting my mark on her.”

  Needles gives her a big smile and Trisha walks out from the back. She must’ve heard us come in.

  “I got something in the back you’ll like.” She grins at Maddy, and I get the sense that the two of them have talked about this before.

  “Whatever you’re drinking, take it down fast, baby.” I pull her into my arms and hold her tight to me. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

  “What’d you decide on?” Needles asks Maddy.

  She looks back at me with a small smile and then to him and says, “I told him whatever he wants. I trust him.” That’s almost true. She told me she wanted peaches. Her confession nearly knocked me on my ass.

  She said she needed it. She needed me to make my nickname for her permanent, so she can’t run from it.

  I think I’m going to throw in some sunflowers too. She lights up every time I get them for her now. If she’s having a bad day, it’s real easy to put a smile on her face and then take her to bed and help her forget whatever’s bothering her.

  Needles snorts a laugh as Maddy pulls away from me and grabs a small pink bottle of something from Trisha. “Well, it’s your funeral,” he says under his breath.

  “Kinky?” Maddy asks.

  “Fucking delicious,” Trisha says, shooting back her own tiny ass bottle.

  “You on the clock?” I ask her.

  “Nah, me and Katie are going out tonight.”

  Maddy rolls her eyes and sets her empty bottle down. “Don’t let her get you into trouble.”

  “Us?” she asks. “Never.”

  I pull Maddy into the back as I nod to Trisha and Needles. “See you guys later.”

  She squeezes my hand and takes a deep breath as she sits on the table.

  I decide to give her a little laugh. She’s too stiff, too worked up.

  “How about on your inner thigh? Right near your pussy. Since it’s so fucking sweet.”

  She smiles a bit and bites down on her lip, but she’s still nervous.

  “You don’t have to do this, you know?” I’ve given her so many chances to back out of this. I know she’s not into getting a tat herself. I wouldn’t blame her if she never got one. I’ve been trying to hide my excitement just in case she did want to back out.

  She shakes her head emphatically a
nd says, “I want this, Zane.”

  She lifts her shirt and leans back on the table.

  “Make me yours forever,” she says.

  I bend down and kiss her stomach. Faint stretch marks are still there from when she carried our little man, Gabe. He’s safe at home napping with the sitter while we go on our first “date” out. She could do anything she wanted, and this is what she picked.

  She took a chance on me. She loved me, married me, and gave me a family.

  I look into her gorgeous green eyes and know I’m cherished.

  “You are mine forever.” I wait for her to look up at me before I say, “I love you, peaches.”

  She gives me a sweet smile and says, “I love you too, Zane.”

  Bad Boy

  By Willow Winters

  They thought I’d do my job. They thought I’d kill her. They thought wrong.

  I’m a dangerous man. It only takes one panty-dropping, mouth-watering look to know it. You may be fooled by my good looks and charm.

  But my eyes give it away.

  I’m the hitman for the Valetti familia, and I’m f*cking good at it. They want men to talk, and I make them talk. They want men gone--bang, it’s done. It’s as simple as that.

  Until her.

  She’s on my list, but I f*cking want her. On her knees and submitting to my every command.

  I’ll give her a simple choice — die, or be mine.

  I’ve always wanted this. Now that I have the chance, I’m taking it.

  I can fulfill those fantasies I know she has. I’m going to make her beg for it.

  This is a standalone, full-length mafia romance with a filthy-mouthed, possessive bad boy. Dark mafia themes throughout. Guaranteed HEA.

  Chapter 1

  Anthony

  I stare at the picture from the envelope and feel so damn conflicted. I crumple the edges in my hand, not knowing if I really wanna go through with this. My eyes travel along each feature of her face, pausing to admire her large, brown eyes and long, thick lashes. She has gorgeous full lips I want to bite, but also see wrapped around my cock. Her nails are done in a classic shade of red, and her light brown hair hangs over her shoulders in loose curls. Her breasts peek out just above the neckline of her flowing blouse. I wish I could slowly strip her out of those clothes. But I can’t. She’s not mine. Even worse, I’m supposed to kill her.

  I shove the slip of paper back into the envelope containing the other photos, those hits I couldn’t give two shits about. They're for assholes who have it coming to them. One stole and ran in order to keep up with his addiction. You don’t steal from a mob boss and think you can get away with it. The second killed a made man. He knows it’s coming. Neither are doing a good job of hiding. They’ll be easy hits.

  I take another swig from my beer and debate on taking the sheet back out. But I have her face memorized already. I want her. More than that, I want to break her. My thoughts are depraved, and I know it. I think back to the last chick I had. She liked to play. But that’s all it was to her. Play. I want the real thing. I want to earn a woman’s submission, earn her desire to please me through training. So far, it’s always been pretend. I’ve never had an opportunity like this. But it’s wrong. It’s so fucked up and wrong.

  But then again, so am I.

  I carve up assholes and kill them for a living. The torturing and their screams don't affect me in the least.

  This broad has it coming to her, even if she doesn’t know it. She probably thought she was doing the right thing by going to the cops. She probably thinks she's safe in the witness protection program. She’s not. She didn’t know what she was doing, and now it’s my responsibility to make her disappear. She cost the Cassano familia a lot of money, but more than anything, they lost face. The fucker she was involved with doesn’t care that she’s on a hit list. He’s just pissed she ratted on them, even if the charges didn’t stick.

  Killing her is purely about their pride and the deal they lost.

  I grind my teeth and slowly peel back the label on my beer bottle. I have to be delicate so it doesn’t tear apart. Patience. I need patience. With everything I do, I need patience.

  I’ve been looking into her, and I know she’d fit the part. Poor girl didn’t know what she was getting herself into when she started fucking around with a member of the Cassanos. She's a sweet little thing who thought she’d like a taste of the more dangerous things in life. I can give her more than a taste though. I can give her exactly what she was looking for and fulfill those fantasies I know she has. And she can give me what I’ve always wanted.

  I spied on her again last night. She was reading one of her books, and I watched as it turned her on. Of course she had no idea, but I was right fucking there. The only thing separating us was a brick wall. With her window open, I clearly heard all those soft moans coming from her lips. I had to know what she was reading, so I snuck in and took a look around.

  I Googled that book the second I got home. Her own dark desires sealed her fate.

  She has deviant fantasies just like me. She’s fucking perfect.

  “Anthony, you wanna talk now?” I hear Vince ask as he pulls up the stool to my right. I messaged him earlier. I place my bottle on the bar and push it to one side as the bartender slides Vince his usual Jack.

  I lean back a bit and tap my knuckles on the bar before facing him. Vince is a ruthless fucker, and he doesn’t take any shit. He’s also my cousin, so I feel safe with him. But this is the mob, and he’s the Don. I’m never that safe.

  “It’s about the hits we got in,” I tell him in a low enough voice that no one else present is going to hear. Not that it matters. It’s our bar, and we know everyone in here.

  “You need help? Tommy’s not enough?” he asks, cocking a brow. Tommy’s my brother, and he's also my second-in-command. Technically we’re both contractors for the familia. We only do hits, and we don’t bother with that other bullshit.

  “No,” I say with certitude. I never need help. Hits are easy for me, in addition to being good money.

  He takes a sip and licks his lips. “What’s the problem, then?” he asks.

  “There’s one that I’d rather not do,” I tell him.

  “Why’s that?” he asks, setting the glass down to face me with his shoulders squared. He’s in business mode. Right now he’s not a friend, and he's not my cousin. Right now he’s the boss.

  “I want to make them an offer instead,” I explain.

  His brow furrows as he replies. “I’m listening.”

  “One’s a woman.” His eyes flash with sympathy. None of us like taking women out. It’s something that rarely happens, but when it does, we don’t like it. We make it quick and painless for them. Maybe it’s sexist, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ve tortured a lot of men for information. Never a woman though. That’s where I draw the line.

  “They won’t let her walk.” His words are said with finality.

  “I want to ask if they’d accept a substantial monetary offer from me to buy her.” I feel my blood rushing faster and hotter. No one knows about my perversions. I’m sure they can all guess. But I’ve never said a thing about my tastes, and they’ve never asked. They keep me on the edge of the social circle for the most part. I’m fine with that. It’s better that way.

  “Buy her, and then what?” he asks with his eyes trained on the back of the bar.

  “I want to keep her.” My voice is low, but steady.

  “As a pet? As a slave?” Equal amounts of disgust and disbelief color his voice, and it almost makes me regret letting my dark desire come to light. Almost. But I want this. I want it more than anything.

  “If that’s what you want to call it.” The determination in my voice rings out clearly. I’m sure my eyes look dark and absolute. I’m not ashamed of what I want. But I’m not willing to risk my position in the familia over it. Not yet, anyway. It’s been a week since I was given the hit. Each day my obsession with her has only grown. I cleared out a room for
her already. In my head, she’s already mine. This is just a formality. But to Vince, this is a twisted sickness.

  He looks me dead in the eyes as he begins, “After that shit Ava went through--”

  I stop him right there and say, “This would be nothing like that.” My voice is louder than it should be, and the dark stare he gives me in return makes that clear. I settle in my seat and continue with a respectful tone. “I would never hurt her. Not like that. Not beyond any pain she didn’t want.”

  “Ava said some days she would've rather been dead than been in that position.” My heart hurts for her. Ava’s a comare to a member of our familia. To Kane. He’s a good man. He saved her, and in a lot of ways, she saved him as well.

  She went through a lot of shit. Her captors loved hurting her and humiliating her. She’s a strong woman to have survived all that. That’s not what I want though. The idea of doing that to a woman makes me angry. I’d never do that. Never.

  “It’s not the same.” I reach for my beer and turn away from him slightly. He doesn’t understand. I didn’t expect him to anyway. “She’s already dead. She’s on their list.” I take a drink and then look back to him. “I’ll give her a choice.”

  “Death, or your slave?” he asks with a humorless grunt. I know to him she'd be seen as a slave, as a pet. That’s fine. To me, she’d be mine. Nothing else but mine.

  “Better than death with no escape,” I respond flatly.

  He takes a sip of Jack, looks at me, and says, “It may not be to her. You want to hurt her and abuse her, rather than carrying out an order that would give her a quick death.”

  “No. I don’t want that. It’s not like that.” He doesn’t fucking get it. I torture and kill people for a living. I can see how he thinks that’s what I’d do to her. But I wouldn’t. I don’t know how much I should explain. To be honest, I don’t fucking feel like explaining anything.