THE HITMAN'S CHILD: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance

by Nicole Fox

  “Come on, Christy. I told you that it was a bad idea. I told you to just keep your emotions in check, and wait until you had proof. So, what did you do instead? You went storming down there in a rage, threw some insults and accusations, tried to make a fool of him in front of his staff, and he retaliated.”

  “He stole my life from me! How can you expect anyone to remain calm when their whole future is ripped away from them?”

  “What did you want me to do? Throw a punch and get us both fired? What would that achieve?”

  Christy was furious now, marching up to me and poking me in the chest to enunciate her words. “You should’ve been on my side.”

  “And you should’ve listened to me!” I yelled right back.

  Our faces were incredibly close to each other’s at that point, as we shouted back and forth.

  “Why are you such an–”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Something had come over me at the sight of her, so fiery and glowing with passion. I had to have some of her. I had to get closer to her. Before I could even think of stopping myself, I bent down and smashed my lips to hers.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Christy

  With King’s lips pressed to mine, I froze like a statue for a split second before I responded with enthusiasm. I was so angry with him, and I tried to show him as best as I could through the kiss.

  It was brutal. We were pressed so hard against each other that it was painful. King bit down hard on my lower lip, and a soft whimper came out of my mouth. Though I hadn’t known it, this was exactly what I needed.

  King walked me backwards until we hit a wall, and I cried out as our bodies were pressed closer together than before. Though we were both fully clothed, there was a rush of sensations going through me, and I couldn’t even think of holding back my moans of pleasure.

  “Jump,” King ordered, and I did, wrapping my legs around his waist, so that I had a firm grip on him with all my limbs.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.

  I pointed him down a hall and into my room, and he carried me there effortlessly. Once in the room, King walked over to the bed and lay me down slowly, putting his body weight on top of me and pressing me firmly down into the mattress. I could feel his erection through our pants, and I ached to touch it with whatever I could.

  He was grinding it into me in slow circles, something that he knew drove me insane, and all I could do was dig my heels harder into his ass cheeks and hope for some kind of release soon.

  He pulled back from my lips suddenly.

  “Where are your toys?”

  My breath hitched in excitement as I told him that they were under the bed. King rolled off of me in one fluid motion to retrieve my box of goodies and rummaged through them.

  I watched as he pulled out several things: rope, lube, and a big fat dildo that I had never used before.

  “This should be fun,” he smirked.

  King reached down to his shirt and pulled it off of him, granting me a delicious view of his torso. He did the same to me, exposing my bare breasts under my tank and my already hard nipples. My booty shorts were the next to go, and King hissed at the sight of my bare pussy, already dripping wet for him.

  “On your stomach”

  I rolled over and waited anxiously to see what he would do. The first kiss to my shoulder blade had me relaxing. His hands grabbed my own, and I felt a harsh material on my wrists. Without my even noticing it, King had tied both my wrists together above my head, tight enough that I couldn’t move them, but lose enough so that there wasn’t any discomfort.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass today, baby. Are you excited?”

  “Yes,” I said softly.

  I was rewarded with a hard slap on my bare ass.

  “You don’t sound excited.”

  “I am,” I insisted. “I can’t wait for you to shove your cock in my ass.”

  “Good.”

  My ass cheeks were spread wide apart, and I felt a long slow lick between the cheeks, reaching down to my pussy and licking up some liquid there.

  One of King’s hands was rubbing over my cunt, covering itself in my fluid and spreading it over my ass as well.

  Without warning, I felt a finger slide in the dark recess of my ass. I fidgeted under King as he pumped the finger slowly in and out. Satisfied that I could take it, he unscrewed the lube and placed some on his fingers. The next time he put two fingers inside me, the cold lube making me flinch.

  King scissored his fingers apart in my asshole, stretching the inexperienced muscles to accommodate a thicker size. I was panting heavily now, waiting for the moment when his fat cock would slip inside me.

  Still waiting anxiously for it, I wiggled my hips back at King and signaled that I was ready for more. Understanding my silent command, King placed the tip of the lube tube into my ass and squeezed, the cold gel making me gasp out loud.

  “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

  “Please,” I gasped.

  My ass cheeks were spread wide again, and I felt the tip of his cock slide into me a fraction. I groaned in pain, and King pushed his shaft in a little further.

  “King!” I screamed.

  He didn’t listen, feeding his length further into me.

  “Take it, bitch. You’re my slut, remember?”

  King growled and pumped his thick shaft in deeper, while I tried to relax my rigid muscles. He slipped further inside and, for the first time, I felt a small inkling of pleasure.

  With one final shove, King imbedded himself deep inside me, the unfamiliar sensation of fullness bombarding me.

  Strangely enough, I felt more pleasure than pain now, as I wiggled my hips and thrust back onto him.

  King accepted my invitation and pulled his cock back half-way, entering me again and again. I tipped my hips back to meet each of his thrusts, but was awarded with another slap on the ass.

  “Lie there and take it!” King ordered.

  With a moan, I lay there as King picked up his speed and started hammering into me. All of a sudden, he pulled out completely and reached onto the floor to pick up the dildo. He slipped it between my legs and coated it with my pussy juice, sliding it up and down.

  “Roll over,” he demanded.

  I turned over to lie on my back and screamed when he immediately thrust the fake cock into my wet cunt. It made squelching noises as he moved it in and out, so quickly that I reached my climax in seconds. He didn’t stop, though, keeping up the pounding pace through my orgasm and after it, the excess sensations bringing a strange sort of pain from over-stimulation.

  “I’m not done yet, you slut,” King growled.

  He pulled out the dildo with a loud suckling noise and brought the drenched item to my mouth, slamming it down my throat.

  “Suck.”

  I obeyed instantly, while King slammed his length into my cunt. My legs were spread wide, as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me and shoved the dildo further down my throat. Being filled in two of my holes was getting me so worked up, it almost made me wonder–

  “Do you have any plugs?”

  I couldn’t respond with my mouth occupied, so King pulled the device from my mouth as I panted out, “Yes.”

  Reaching down, it only took King a minute to find the one and only butt plug I had.

  With another command to roll over, I tipped my ass up and waited for the plug to slip through my spread cheeks. It met the same resistance at my puckered entrance, but with a little jiggling and maneuvering, it slid inside.

  Now with all my holes busy, King ramming away at me and my mouth and ass filled up, I moaned at the sensation of being full to the brim.

  “How do you like that, baby? Something in all your holes.”

  I could do nothing but whimper around the dildo in my mouth.

  “Do you wish you had three men inside you? Getting used like a dirty slut?”

  I shook my head in the negative.

  “Good. Because, you’re mine.�
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  His hand pulled the dildo from my mouth and tossed it aside, instead using the spare hand to press on my throat.

  It was an odd amount of pain—enough to remind me of the utter control he had, but also enough to send me closer and closer to climax.

  “Where do you want me to come today? Hmm? In you, or on you?”

  “Inside me. Fill me up,” I begged.

  “No, I don’t think I will. I think I like the idea of my sticky cum on your stomach, knowing that I can use you however and whenever I like. Isn’t that right, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Then go ahead.”

  Like a switch being flipped, I came aggressively around him, milking his hungry cock. When I felt King twitch inside me, close to coming, he pulled back quickly and spurt ropes of his seed all over my stomach.

  Dipping a finger in it, I brought it up to my mouth and sucked it clean, smiling a devilish smile at him.

  “You’re a dirty slut, isn’t that right?”

  “I’m your dirty slut,” I corrected.

  A while later, we were both cleaned up and lying in bed. King traced circles on my bare shoulder. So many things had happened over the last several days, and I just needed a time out from it all. King being here was just a bonus.

  When he knocked on the door not too long ago, I had been terrified. I’d been up all night, scared out of my mind that Rossi would come after me, even though the thought was ridiculous. When I saw King at the door, I immediately felt relief, but it was overshadowed by my anger from earlier. I was definitely angry at him, especially after he’d turned his back on me when we were with Rossi.

  I realized, then, that we’d never finished our conversation about what he was planning.

  “You never told me what you have to stay at the club for,” I said, speaking my first words in many moments.

  “I’m trying to get down to the bottom of a few things, and I need to stay on Rossi’s good side.”

  “Things like what?”

  “I think everything is connected, including your money being stolen and that robbery I interrupted the other day. And I think it all has something to do with your favorite customer,” he said.

  “Seriously? He doesn’t even speak. What’s it got to do with him?”

  “Christy, that man is in the Mafia. You dance in a private room for the mob boss every week.”

  “Fuck, seriously?” Damn, I hated it when Jade was right. Thank God, she wasn’t here to rub it in.

  “I didn’t know at first, but I’ve been hearing rumors. I think he and Rossi are working with each other, but I don’t know how. All I know is that you're involved and so was the break in the other day.”

  “Ugh, this is a mess.” I said, pressing my thumb and forefinger into my clenched eyes and letting out a deep breath.

  “I know,” he agreed, snuggling further into my side.

  He hadn’t explained much, but I was too tired and overwhelmed to care. I trusted him, and that was all that mattered. Most importantly, I couldn’t help but feel safe and relaxed for the first time in a couple days, ever since he’d arrived at my house. I counted myself lucky that he had even come by, because I knew he really didn’t have to tell me what he was planning.

  I’d gathered quite a bit from what he hadn’t said, though. Knowing King, the fact that he hadn’t called the police on the robbers meant that he either knew who could be responsible, or that he wanted to go after them himself. That didn’t seem too far-fetched for King’s train of thought. Of course, he would want to go after the guys that had knocked him out and left him alone and bleeding at Diamond Castle. I didn’t blame him at all.

  “You’re going after them, aren’t you?”

  King didn’t reply, and I took that as confirmation.

  “You can’t do that alone. You’re going to need some help. Don’t deny it. I can help you find them.”

  “No. You need to stay out of this.”

  “Fuck that,” I disagreed. “I’m already involved. Please, let me help you.”

  “I can’t let you do that. I don’t know what kind of trouble I could get into, and I’m not dragging you into that.”

  I slumped back into my pillow and closed my eyes.

  “So, you’re just going to stay with Rossi, then?” I was over the fact that he didn’t stand up for me the other day. I knew why now. But I wouldn’t get over him working with Rossi every day, even if that was the best way he could get information.

  If I was smarter, more logical, and less emotional, then perhaps I would’ve done as he did and stayed close to Rossi, hoping to stumble across something incriminating. That was the smarter move, especially since Rossi was a much better boss than enemy. I even knew that if I went over there now and apologized for my behavior, then I could get my job back. It would come with a complete loss of trust, pay, and status, but I could get on his metaphorical good side again.

  Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t like King. I couldn’t keep my emotions in check like he could. I could never go crawling back to Rossi like that and lie through my teeth. As impressive as it was, I would never be King, and I had to accept that he knew what he was doing to help both himself and me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  King

  So, you’re just going to stay with Rossi then?

  Christy’s words rang in my ears long after I’d left her place. She was completely right, but it was a hard pill to swallow. Was I really just going to stay with him and hope that I’d figure everything out eventually? It was the only plan I had at the moment, but that didn’t mean it was a good one. Returning to work day after day and trying not to smash Rossi’s head against a wall took serious effort.

  I’d told Christy that she couldn’t help me, and I stood by that. After all, Rossi still thought I was his lapdog and trusted me, at least to an extent. It was difficult to say whether he truly did trust me, or just kept me close until he could get rid of me.

  The club was a different place without Christy, and I wasn’t the only one that noticed. Some of the regulars had complained about it, and a few of the girls had too. Worst of all was Christy’s group of girls, who were acting like I was the devil. I supposed escorting her out of the place earned me no favors.

  “King, if that asshole from yesterday tries to come in again, make sure you deal with him,” Rossi called as he walked by.

  “Sure thing, boss,” I said tonelessly.

  For some reason, he took this as an invitation to lean against the wall beside me, raking his eyes over the place.

  “Quiet tonight, don’t you think?” he said conversationally.

  “Not too bad.” I was already on edge working for him, but usually I didn’t have to deal much with him. That brought me back to my earlier problem with the plan. How was I going to find anything out about Rossi, if I didn’t start doing a little digging?

  “You know, Christy may have been a lying bitch, but she was a good dancer.”

  I tensed a fraction, but tried not to let it show. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he was just trying to rile me up. As it was, I knew he said that kind of shit all the time, especially about Christy. I didn’t know exactly why he hated her at times and wanted to fuck her at others. Things like that made me wonder if the man was completely stable. His maniacal laugh and impulsive decisions sure didn’t help him out.

  “She was,” I agreed.

  “Not as good as she was in bed. Fuck, she was a complete animal in the sheets, I tell you.”

  Well, that was a big load of bullshit. No way would Christy ever go near that bag of filth. She’d told me numerous times how she and all the girls hated him, and that was before he had robbed her blind. No, there was not a chance in hell that they’d ever done the deed.

  Jesus, I couldn’t even think about it without a chance of my breakfast surfacing.

  “Oh, yeah?” I finally replied, just to say something.
The only other option was to say, ‘I know you’re lying, you piece of shit,’ and that probably wouldn’t go down well.

  “Yeah, man. Begged for it every time, and really loved me telling her what to do, too.”

  Calm down, he’s just messing with you.

  Was there a chance that I was wrong, and they had slept together? Maybe that was why Christy was so insistent that he was harmless when I tried to warn her about him. And it might explain why Rossi lusted after her, but hated her at the same time.