I dragged my nails up the back of her thigh, admiring the goosebumps blanketing her creamy skin. “No?”
She quivered but said nothing. What a bad fucking girl. She earned her punishment, and she knew it.
The first spank caught her right at the meat of her ass, blasting a hearty SLAP into the air. Her body jerked in surprise, followed by a low moan which she tried muffling.
“You shouldn’t be enjoying your punishment,” I taunted her.
“I’m not!” Her voice held a note of defiance, cut with an undercurrent of dark desire.
This is what I need.
I wasn’t a full-on dominant, but a little kink and rough sex? Hell, yes, that was right in my wheelhouse. With the wetness seeping from Kel’s pussy, I could tell she liked it, too.
I yanked the tiny scrap of lace guarding her cunt aside. “You’re not? Oh, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny,” I chided. “Your pussy is telling a different story. You’re fucking dripping everywhere thinking of my hands on you.”
Wedging my thumb between her soaked lips, I stroked down until I reached her clit.
She jerked before me as if electrified, her knees widening on the bed. “Ugh, God, Vince.”
“What happened to not enjoying your punishment?”
“I lied. Fuck, I lied! Please don’t stop!”
I slapped her clit lightly. “Bad pussy telling lies like that.”
She squeaked. Her hips rolled forward, scurrying away from my touch, and then popped backward.
“Like that, did we?” I chuckled down at her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. More!”
“So fucking greedy.” I peppered her ass, thighs, and pussy with a barrage of tempered spanks. I didn’t want to hurt her, just warm her up, and get that erotic cocktail of endorphins rushing through her body.
I knew when it hit. She stopped hiding, stopped blushing, and gave into the whims of her body. Kel rocked against my hand, her slim thighs straining as she tried to meet the stroke of my palm. I wasn’t making it easy on her. When she thought I’d smack left, I smacked her thigh, alternating my punishment until her milky skin held a nice hot rosy flush.
Finally, I left her basking in the glow of her punishment. Yanking off my boxers, the damn cotton soaked with my own pre-come, I grabbed a condom and knelt behind her.
“You look ready for me, little bunny.” She was more than ready. Her inner thighs were drenched from the dew drooling from her slit.
“Please.”
Kelly was gone in a lustful high, exactly how I wanted her. I tore the foil open and rolled the condom down my dick. Even a magnum was a tight fit, but I’d long ago grown accustomed to it.
I tapped the sensitive membrane of flesh between her asshole and pussy, stirring the nerves there to fire with pleasure.
“You need to show me you’ve learned your lesson.”
The chain between her handcuffs clinked as she fisted the sheets above her head. “How?”
I swabbed my dick all the way down and circled her clit with the head. Then I pushed up, gliding my cock right at the welcoming entrance of her hot fucking body. “Take my dick, Kelly. Fuck yourself all the way on it. Show me how dirty you can be.”
Her whole body shuddered with shameless desire. “Fuck, Vince.”
Her voice was muffled again. I glanced and saw the hottest damn thing. Other than her body, of course.
Kelly was biting the fucking pillow she was so aroused.
Shit. I notched my dick against her cunt.
“Do it.”
Kelly’s thighs quivered as she rocked back against me, pushing hard enough that the domed head of my shaft sank inside her. Her tight heat engulfed me, and I gritted my teeth around the groan swelling in my chest. “Yeah, like that. Fuck, Kelly.”
She rose onto her hands and knees, as best as she could with her tethered wrists. The angle was fucking sublime with the pillow tucked beneath her. Putting force into the position, she shoved back, treating me to the sight of all that pink surrounding my cock. It was better than any porn seeing my prick disappear inside her.
Kelly was a trooper. Even as my shaft widened considerably, she didn’t stop. Continuing until her ass was seated against my hips and my balls were flush with her swollen clit.
“Such a good girl,” I praised her. I stroked my hand up her spine and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Are you ready to get fucked? I’m not going to be gentle. I warned you I would own this pussy, and tonight, I will do just that.”
Kelly’s pussy clamped down around me, as tight as any vice. Shit, up until her I’d never had a virgin. And while I’d taken her cherry, she was still sinfully snug.
“Yes, yes, fuck me. Oh, Jesus, Vince, please.”
Hell, she sounded as if she were already on the precipice of her orgasm.
I obliged my girl.
With one hand on her hip, and the other winding her hair like a leash, I hammered into her.
Her delighted scream egged me on. This was no slow, gentle fuck. But a sprint to get her to come hard and fast. Her body jogged before me, her ass wobbling from the sharp rapport of my hips hammering into her. The wet slurp of her pussy filled the air, while the sweetly pungent aroma of sex flooded my nostrils.
I was riveted on the sight of her taking my cock, her pussy gobbling me down, and then straining when I jerked back.
Shit, I was already too close. closing my eyes I was holding back my orgasm until she tightened around me.
“I’m going to come, oh, God, Vince,” she chanted.
“Come for me. Fucking do it, Kelly. Now.”
She screamed, a loud piercing cry I knew Sal and Luca had to hear out in the hallway, she came so hard around me. I stroked into her with a few more savage, deep thrusts, chasing her pleasure with mine until my own orgasm roared in my ears.
My back bowed as I came, holding her beneath me as lust and love and pure fucking pleasure swept through me.
No matter what happened after the summer, I knew no one else would make me feel as good as Kelly did.
No one.
Kelly barely had time to strip out of her negligee and wiggle into my tossed off shirt, before she passed out. It felt good wearing her out, taking away the burdens her family had foisted onto her shoulders.
We slept late into the morning the next day, and I cuddled the ever-loving fuck out of Kelly’s tight little body. She slept so softly and peacefully. Even her little breaths were fucking adorable.
Something in me changed last night. Or was it Sunday? I didn’t feel like the man I used to be. I felt stronger like I was alive for the very first time. Like I’d been living in the shadows for twenty-six years and now Kelly had brought me into the light.
Was she a saint sent to save me, or a little demon sent to seduce me? It sure as hell seemed like a little bit of both.
As I ran my hand up and down the side of her body, I realized that Sal might have been right in a way. Not that I considered Kelly a weakness in any way, but that I had a spot to be hit. If someone did anything to her, I’d have them skewered on a stick. I would be Vlad the Impaler of the modern age, spiking people’s heads as a warning.
They were dark thoughts, reminding me of my Executioner days.
Fuck, why was I even thinking like this? My mind had such negative feedback loops from years of dealing with people the only way I knew for sure they responded: my iron fist.
Maybe there was a better way. I kissed the nape of her neck while she slept, and fuck if I didn’t decide she was an angel sent just for me.
An angel who liked it rough. I smirked. Why couldn’t she be both?
Kelly moaned and turned around in bed so she was facing me. She flashed her eyes open briefly, then nuzzled her body into my chest like she was hiding in a cocoon. I wrapped my arm around her bare flesh and held her tight.
I dozed slightly, and then we woke up an hour or so later and I had breakfast brought in, which we ate, cross-legged, in bed. It was a hearty mix of fruit, eggs, hash brown
s, and toast. We needed it after the calories we’d burned the night before.
“What time does our flight leave?” Kel asked me excitedly with big, blue eyes. “Do I need my passport? Because it’s at home.”
“Bunny, we’re flying on my private jet. The only ID you need is me.”
She gasped. “Oh. Ohhh. Well, that’s convenient.”
I laughed. “Convenient, yes. And by the way, you don’t need your passport to fly on a plane if you are staying in the United States, for future reference.”
And I don’t think you’ll need it this summer since I’m not letting you out of my sight.
She was going to hate the change of plans. But I was adamant that Kel was my future.
A niggling doubt worked in.
Would she still want me if she knew the depth of my crimes? She only knew my present as the CEO of Chicago, not the murderous Italian hitman who’d done the family’s dirty business.
And, above all, the hit on Pops. The fact that I’d even considered going through with that one might be enough to turn her on me.
“That’s good to know. I guess I’ll text my…” Kelly’s voice trailed off, and she stared down at the hash browns like the answer to life was hidden in them. “Never mind.”
I ran a hand along her bare knee. “You can’t cut me out like that. Talk about it.”
She hunched over, her mouth pursed and there was uncharacteristic sadness in her eyes. “I was going to say I’ll text my brother and Pops and tell them I’m going to New York to see Connor! They’d be excited. Under normal circumstances.”
I nodded. “Kel, I know this is difficult for you, what we’re doing. But we’re barely a week in. Give it time. They’ll come around. And I’ve got something I want to show you in New York. Aside from the fight.”
“You do?” her eyes perked up, sparkling. “God, Vince, are you always so sure of yourself. It’s incredible.”
I shrugged. “If a man can’t trust his instincts, what else has he got?”
She twirled a piece of hash brown with her fork before putting it into her mouth. Fuck. Anything this girl did had the ability to arouse me. This truly was not fair. She coughed and put her hand in front of her mouth. “Wrong pipe.”
I patted her back gently. “Weird. Seemed like the gag reflex was working fine last week.”
She cleared her throat and took a sip of coffee. “You have the dirtiest mind of anyone I’ve ever met. You know that?”
“Only when it comes to you.”
“Really. Somehow I’m not sure if I believe that.”
I slid my hand underneath the cloth of her shirt and started to slip it lower on her abdomen. “Want me to show you right now how dirty my mind is when it comes to you? I can skip the rest of these hash browns and have something else for breakfast.”
I let my words hang in the air, and waited for their intended effect. Her mouth hung open, and I’m sure I literally saw her salivate. “I just…don’t understand how I got so lucky with you,” she said.
“I’ve been asking myself that every day for the last week. Now put those plates aside and rip off your panties so I can get my daily dose of your pussy.”
Vince took calls as we flew on his jet to New York. I had my legs draped over him while he talked. He seemed to like it, and I liked mussing him up.
He was suited up, wearing his usual black coat and slacks with a white shirt. I dressed up too, and felt almost pure again in the long maxi-dress; primarily white with a green, orange, and red floral pattern. There was a slit on each side of the dress, allowing me to flaunt my legs. I was taking what Crystal said to heart about my assets.
Vince kept muttering about Mayor Drake and someone named Diego.
“Trouble,” I asked?
“The Mayor’s been a bad boy.”
“You mean his penchant for coke and almost jailbait girls?”
There’d been rumors of the Mayor and some hotel room shindig with an eighteen-year-old. That had been how the Kennedy’s got their hooks into him. The Mayor didn’t want a sex scandal to mar his tenure. Or possibly end it.
“Yeah. I don’t want the cops snooping around. He’s dirty, and he knows it. Hell, I bet he’s done a couple of lines off his little sugar baby’s tits.”
“Probably,” I agreed. “What’s going on that you don’t want the cops around?”
Vince flinched and glanced away. “Your brother hit one of my shipments of beef.”
I sighed and dropped my head back. “When was this?”
“A few days ago, maybe a week.”
“Dammit, Vince, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you’re already getting enough grief from them, I’m sure. I don’t want you worried about my business, Bunny.”
I glanced down at the packet of paper in my lap, tracing my fingers over the words I’d been memorizing. This wasn’t a subject I wanted to talk about. Yes, it was a crux of the deal between Vince and me, but I couldn’t help that my family had lost their marbles over him.
“Kel, what are you doing?”
“What?”
He glanced over my shoulder and nodded to the papers in my lap.
“Oh. That. I’m rehearsing lines.”
“Lines. What for?”
“My friend Elaine sent the information for this audition that’s coming up. It’s a play at the Stephenwolf—a remake of East of Eden by John Steinback. I’m going to audition for an understudy role. Something to keep me in practice. You know, for the summer.”
“Oh, right.”
Something about the words ‘for the summer’ didn’t sit right with me. But I’d be borderline insane if I started telling him that I didn’t think I wanted to go to California anymore. It was crazy. We’d just begun this little adventure less than two weeks ago. Anyway, I had to keep going with my acting dream. Who was I without the dream? Some Chicago bartender?
Former Chicago bartender. I didn’t even have that to fall back on anymore.
“Everything cool with Diego?” I piped up, trying to distract myself from my own thoughts.
He took a deep breath and patted my leg. “Yes. Everything’s cool. All good. Water under the bridge at this point.”
He slid the armrest between us up and wrapped his arm around me. “It’s going to be one hell of a fight tonight. Woodley has been talking a lot of shit.”
I snorted. “I highly doubt he could be talking as much trash as Connor. That man should be auditioning for a role in professional shit talking the way he goes after people.”
“He’s got quite the motor mouth,” he agreed.
A few minutes later, our flight landed at the small airfield in Islip. Sal ushered us off the plane, we got into a car, and headed to the hotel room. We had time for a mid-afternoon bite before we headed to the fight.
I’d changed out of my maxi dress and slipped into a little black one instead. I wasn’t one to do sequins like so many others wore on fight night. Instead, I opted for a slinky, spaghetti-strap outfit which showed off my legs, and a chunky crystal-teardrop belt which added a hint of sparkle to my outfit. The belt swished when I walked, and Vince liked playing with the links as he led me through the huge entryways, and up the red velvet carpet to rink-side seats.
“How the hell did you get these,” I gasped. I thought we would wind up in the nosebleed section, or somewhere that had a few extra tickets since we’d decided so last second. I didn’t expect to be up front.
“I have my ways,” Vince said with a mysterious smile.
I hadn’t gotten to tell Connor I was here, but when he won, and I was sure he’d win, he’d see me when he took his victory lap around the cage.
I’d never been to a fight as big as this one. The number of celebrities piling in had me star-struck. As did the fanfare when both fighters were announced. The roar of the bloodthirsty crowd around me had my ears ringing.
“The purse is two million,” Vince murmured in my ear.
The lights went low as the spotlight flared
on the two MMA fighters in the ring.
“That’s so hard to believe.” I remembered my cousin being a scrappy street fighter, learning boxing down at the local ring with Tommy. Now, he was a big-time name in a modern-day gladiatorial battle.
I couldn’t really focus on the fight. Not with Vince pressed against my side. His thigh pressed along mine, distracting me from watching the progress of my cousin and Woodley, and instead I caught his eyes. He lifted my knuckles to his lips and kissed them.
“And Woodley is down!” The announcer boomed, and I blinked back at the cage. Shit. I’d missed the whole fight making moon eyes at Vince.
The two of us stood up and approached the edge of the mat.
“What the fuck’s the prettiest MacNamara doing this side of the pond?” Connor yelled when he caught sight of us in the crush of people rushing to congratulate him. He spoke the words with an Irish accent and his characteristic shit-eating grin.
“We came for the fight. To see you,” I beamed.
“If I wasn’t doing my victory lap I’d shake your hands. But, you know, sweaty palms and all.”
He continued walking around, waving both the Irish and the American flag, one on each shoulder. The victory belt held them together.
“He must make family gatherings a whole lot more fun,” Vince commented.
“If you think that’s something, you should see him a few whiskeys deep.”
Ten minutes later, as we were still filing out of the stadium, I got a text from Connor inviting us to go to dinner. We stood on the side of a giant marble building as people buzzed around us. Vince nodded his approval when I showed him the text.
My brows rose. “You really want to?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” he said, wrapping my hand up with his own.
“Oh, I don’t know, because…” I trailed off. Vince saw the hesitation in my eyes immediately.
“Because he’s Irish,” Vince spoke, grimly. “And you’re worried about us mixing it up.”
“Yeah,” I shrugged, looking down and away.
Vince dropped my hand for a moment and took a few steps away from me. I watched him with fascination as he turned on his heel and put his hands on his hips before addressing me.
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