PUSH: Ultra Alpha MMA Badboy Mafia Romance (Southside Brotherhood Book 2)

by Wyatt, Dani

  Every cell in his body told him to take her.

  To give her what he always did, his soul.

  “What’s wrong?” He mocked her question.

  “Yes, what is wrong?” Lilly stepped forward, her hand trying to touch his face, but he turned. “Flynn, talk to me.”

  “What’s wrong, what’s wrong, what’s wrong?” He walked the enormous living room, his fingers tracing over the tabletop with flowers. He picked up the bottle of scotch, looked at her and smiled, then fingered the stacks of books.

  “You’re scaring me.” Lilly wrapped herself in her arms, her eyes darting from Flynn to the door.

  “Am I? Good.”

  “Just please tell me what’s going on. Did you win the fight? Is everything okay?”

  “Everything is amazing, Lilly. I mean, look at you. All dressed up like a princess. What could possibly be wrong?”

  “You’re being an ass. Either tell me what’s wrong or—”

  “Or? Or what? Leave? Don’t worry, I won’t be staying.”

  The sirens were blaring inside his head. He got this same feeling whenever he was sent to instruct someone on repaying their debts or staying out of family business. Thunder shook his bones. Blood rushed into every organ, leaving his hands cold and ready for battle.

  Only, he could never do to her what he did to all the others. She was still precious to him, if only now as a memory.

  “You kissed him.” Flynn couldn’t believe when the words came out, the catch in his throat as he spoke. “As if you were available for that shit.”

  “I had to. We had to play the part, you know, the happy couple. For the business — it didn’t mean anything.”

  “You fucking belong to me. What didn’t you understand!”

  Lilly winced as Flynn’s voice cracked and hitched with each word. His struggle to speak widening her eyes.

  “You are not available to be touched by anyone! Ever!” The last words out of his mouth barely audible as he ran out of air, his exhaustion hitting him like a train.

  Flynn knew they were done, but his heart still compelled him to call her his.

  “Stop it! You’re scaring me!”

  “You need to be scared! You have no fucking idea how to live in this world. I do! You promised.” Flynn shook his head until he thought his neck would really break, his fists balling and slamming into the closest wall as Lilly screamed.

  “What? I did what I did for us! He said he would let us be together, I just had to play along until the money was invested and the launch was ready. I did it for us, too!”

  “I know what you thought you did. I get that — but, you didn’t make promises to him. You made them to ME!”

  His gut ached, his head spun, and he wanted to die. He couldn’t process it all. He wasn’t equipped for feelings and caring and giving a shit. It wasn’t part of his program, his DNA.

  He could see the tremble in her fingertips, the blush rising over her chest, up her neck, the terror in her eyes as he stepped to within an inch of her, staring down, taking in everything that could have been.

  “It’s me.” Her eyes overflowed, he felt the riot of fear coming from her.

  He realized, she wasn’t afraid that he would touch her. She was afraid he wouldn’t, that this was really the end. And, he felt the life drain out of her.

  What had he always promised her? The one thing she needed from him.

  To feel safe.

  And now, here she stood. As beautiful as the day he helped her off the steps of their mansion, as frightened and unsure right now as that day.

  I failed her.

  There was a hurricane blowing inside him, turning until he felt himself take a deep breath. But, he couldn’t get any air.

  There was no more pain, just a black hole of his need for her — a giant sucking vortex that told him all of the things that silence tells you.

  You can’t do this to her. You made that promise.

  Lilly’s eyes widened. Something changed in the tension between them, her look of fear changing to something else.

  “Flynn? Say something — please, what’s wrong? Oh my God!”

  ***

  “Sure, send him up.” Colin slammed down the receiver before his gaze shifted to the floor. “Stay right fucking there. This won’t take long. Oh, never mind. You’re not going anywhere.”

  The two dark-skinned girls sat wide-eyed, bound, one of them gagged on the floor of the suite bedroom. The bottoms of their feet were already weeping with streaks of red as Colin pulled his cock from one poor girl’s sobbing mouth and shoved it back into his tuxedo pants.

  “What the fuck does this asshole want?” Colin left the girls in the suite bedroom, sure to latch the door behind him as he strode toward the door.

  By the time Topher knocked, Colin wore his game face.

  “Well, this is a pleasant surprise. So sorry you missed the gala tonight. Kind of late for a social visit.”

  “Yeah?” Topher walked through the open door, his head bobbing to the side with a sarcastic smile. “My invitation musta been lost in the mail.”

  His part-Bronx, part-Detroit ghetto accent set Colin’s teeth on edge. He hated the bullshit Bowery Boys routine. Topher’s low-brow lifestyle inflamed his false sense of superiority.

  “Maybe so. But, let’s not waste time. What are you doing here?”

  “Well, I heard about the little dinner and dancing you had. Not sure why I wouldn’t be invited. After all, I am about to be your father-in-law, and it’s my fucking daughter who is making all this happen. So, a little respect wouldn’t hurt.”

  “My apologies. I didn’t realize you wished to be so involved in her life.”

  “I don’t. But, I do have some interest in her safety.”

  “Her safety? Of course I will keep her safe.”

  “Uh huh. I heard something that makes me wonder.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Something you should know better.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. So, I’m telling you, if it’s true, we got a problem.”

  “We do have a problem. You cannot come here and show me this kind of disrespect. I run my business; you run yours.”

  A shuffle and a loud bang from the other bedroom snapped both men’s heads around.

  “You got company?” Topher smiled.

  “That is none of your business. I am keeping up my end of our contract. Whatever this little visit is, it’s over.”

  “Uh huh.” Topher took a step toward the closed bedroom door.

  “Don’t,” Colin ordered blocking his path.

  “I don’t care where you dip your wick, but we got standards. You don’t mess with kids. If I find out it’s true, our deal is off. I may not have been there for Lilly her whole life, but the fuck if I’ll let her marry a sick fuck. That’s all.” Topher turned around with a smile, squeezed the butt of a cigar between his yellow teeth, tipped his hat and made his way back toward the door.

  “Oh, and by the way. Nice fight between your two boys. Too bad he wouldn’t die. That kid’s a tough son of a bitch. Anyone else would have been dead right there in the ring. Looked like the one snapped his neck… but guess not. Kid’s beat to shit, though. ‘Course, looked like he was that way when he got in the ring. Why you think that is?”

  Colin's head began to hurt as Topher stood belly out with his round, bloated face grinning.

  “Took him out dead on a stretcher,” Topher carried on, “then he just popped back up. Strangest thing I ever saw.” He moved his cigar to the other side of his grin as he turned toward the suite door. “Have a good evening. I’ll let myself out.”

  Colin was reaching for the phone before Topher’s backside disappeared as the door closed.

  “Find him,” he said into the cell before opening the bedroom doors. “Now, who was a naughty slut in here, making all that noise?”

  Chapter Thirty-nine

  Flynn managed to get the blood flowing back to his head after he almo
st took a dive. His breathing was sounding clear. The blood had stopped draining from his mouth and down his throat, and for the first time in hours, he didn’t feel like he was one foot in the grave.

  When he’d felt Lilly’s arms go around him as he’d fallen against the wall, he’d known again they were each other’s safe place. Now, he took a seat in the plush chair inside the hotel suite and knew what they needed to be able to move on.

  She fucked up. Forgive.

  Love the girl. Punish the act.

  “Clothes off.”

  Flynn didn’t feel anything anymore except the pounding predator in him. The animal that wanted to bite and tear and subjugate and reclaim and teach and train and love.

  Yes.

  Love.

  In its most purest form. It engulfed him, she as his muse.

  “I’m going to watch; I want to see all of you again.”

  Flynn sank farther into the red velvet armchair, his legs wide.

  He swept his hand through his hair for no other reason than to center his focus. His hair never did what he wanted it to anyway and right now, there was no part of him that cared.

  He needed to see her give herself to him. Like a gift unwrapped after being lost. Some things are more precious when we get them back than when they first come to us.

  “Undress first. Slow.”

  “I feel stupid.” Lilly set her hands on her hips.

  “I’m not asking. And, you are far from stupid. You’re the sexiest women I’ve ever laid eyes on and you belong to me. But, you did make a big fucking mistake lying to me. You know that, right?”

  He could see her eyes take a little roll before she thought twice and gave a very small nod.

  “Yeah, we’ll deal with that in a minute. Did you not promise me you would stay at Ana’s? Go there after work and stay there? I get that you thought you were doing the right thing. But when you make a promise and don’t keep it, you lie. You diminish our bond. So… Dress. Off. NOW. I want to see every piece of clothing fall around you on the floor. Then, you just stand still and I’ll take it from there.”

  This was what they needed. And, without another word, Lilly unveiled herself to him, piece by piece, letting all the other shit in their lives fall away until his eyes flowed over her.

  Every part of her was more beautiful than the last, and his body felt nothing but desire. Mad, animal desire. In a way few could understand.

  He didn’t just need to fuck her. He needed all of her. The desire to own something so completely, that it would never be the same. To have her give herself to him in such a way that she didn’t exist before or after on her own.

  Sure, it was uncivilized, its origin from a time long ago when men were animals. Before so many lost their balls.

  But, Flynn did not shrink away from his instinct. Instead, he allowed himself to be drawn farther and farther into it as her body stood like his own personal Venus in front of him.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Alive. Like I’m shaking on the inside.”

  Flynn could feel the seeping tip of his dick, the madness of need that gripped in his gut and drew his muscles into stone.

  He stripped off his shirt. When she came to him, he needed to be ready to feel her, flesh-to-flesh.

  “And, who do you belong to?”

  “You.”

  “Good girl. And who is going to take care of you?”

  “You.”

  “That’s fucking right. And what you did tonight, lying like that. That is unacceptable shit. That is not happening again. You don’t trust me, then you know you can go. But, you say you do, so I do forgive you, but it’s also my responsibility to correct. You understand?”

  “How did I lie? I still don’t think I lied.”

  “You promised. You promised you would go with Ana, nowhere else. You didn’t do that and you didn’t call me to tell me what the fuck was going on. So, you broke the promise. You lied.”

  “I didn’t really have a choice. Your father isn't a real negotiating kind of guy. He showed up, told me we were going, and told me you knew. I mean—”

  “Stop, you know what? You’re right.”

  Flynn watched Lilly’s eyes widen in surprise.

  “It’s not that you went with him. It’s not even that you didn’t call, though, I’m disappointed about that too.” Flynn cocked one eyebrow and took a long second to regroup. Her question made it even more clear to him what it really was that had made him mad. “It’s that you played along so well. I watched him kiss you, and you smiled, Lilly. You smiled, and then touched him back. That, right there, that’s the real problem.”

  He could see how standing there naked — talking — affected her. It was just as he’d expected. Her eyes softened. She glanced at him then looked away, her tongue glazing over her lips.

  “Now, come here. Ass up.”

  Flynn patted his thigh and for just a second, he saw the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, but he stomped it out with his challenging glare, and she came to him without another word, laying herself in place.

  Her skin felt like rose petals as Flynn took his time. Grazing his fingertips over her curves, then his palms, more firm in a caress that let her know he was with her. They were together

  .

  “Good girl. You know what you did was wrong. So, you will take your punishment, then we move on, together. Forward never backward.”

  Lilly winced and yelped as he brought his hand down. The first smacks were not full force, warming her up.

  He paused, listening and in that moment of silence, Lilly pushed her ass just an inch higher, and he knew she was ready. Flynn brought his palm down in earnest. This was no game for him. They were no game, and he could feel that she understood. It was part of who they would be.

  “Ow!” Lilly was toe tapping on the floor faster with each smack, her ass cheeks turning from bubble-gum to stop-sign by the last strike.

  He could feel her breath coming deep and fast over his thighs. He gently caressed the warmth that rose from the glowing red.

  “Okay, come here babe. That’s over, we move on. You okay?”

  Lilly nodded and Flynn gathered her up, guiding her onto his lap, gingerly settling her against him as a reminder of his bruised body thumped in his torso.

  “I am sorry for letting it go so far.” Lilly whispered into Flynn’s neck. “It didn’t feel right, but I should have kept my distance. I could have. And, I could have tried harder to call you. I could have.” Her hands came up to wrap around his neck.

  “Yep. And, I know my father can be a controlling asshole, so I do understand. But, still, we come first. No one touches you and you don’t touch anyone else. Not like that. Clear?”

  “Yes. Clear.”

  “Good girl. That’s all done, okay?” He felt her nod. “Now, up. Go over there and grab that bed post, ass out.”

  Flynn helped her up, the feel of her soft skin getting another inch of rise from the peanut gallery inside his pants, and he knew tonight it was time for her to find out just how much pleasure that beautiful ass could be for both of them.

  She was so pale, and it only added to her beauty. When Flynn came up behind her, he loosened the front of his jeans, giving the beast some breathing room before it curled into a question mark.

  He let his fingers dance slowly and softly from the middle of her back, winding down the indent of her spine, then stopping for a long moment, palm down, feeling the heat rising from the red marks on her ass.

  “Who does this ass belong to?”

  The sight of her always turned him on. But like this — bent over, ass red, hair up so that he could see every movement under her translucent skin — it raised his lust until he thought he might tear his hair out.

  “You,” she whispered, head down as her shoulders shook and her knuckles turned white, holding onto the carved, ceiling-high mahogany bedpost.

  “Right. And, this?”

  He heard the first gasp as he let his fingers push up to slid
e back and forth over her already wet, naked, lower lips. Flynn sawed slowly back and forth until she shifted her hips and gave him another inch between her legs.

  “Who is this for? Anyone but me?”

  “No. It’s only for you.”

  “Good girl.”

  He listened as her breathing hitched, and he pushed his fingers up, feeling the new rush of wetness meet them.

  Flynn knew that part of his responsibility in all of this was they needed to come out of the damn closet. He needed to demonstrate his ownership in public and not in hiding anymore. Sneaking around like some damn criminals was not going to fly any longer.

  Lilly’s hips widened, and he took that hint and sunk two fingers deep and long from tips to knuckles in one swoop.

  “Ahhhh!”

  “That’s right. You are mine. And I cherish every part of you.”

  Her head dropped as he finger fucked her, and her pussy gushed.

  Flynn basked in the feel of her walls, the delicate tiny petals inside pulling his fingers deeper. He showed no mercy, pushing deep and hard until his knuckles slammed into her, then he gave her three fingers, curled and pressed hard into that deep, magical spot, and she screamed and came so hard her knees gave out.

  With lightning fast reflexes, he caught her around the waist before she dropped. He felt her body quivering as he kept his fingers deep, loving the sensation of her slick cum dripping over his hand.

  “I got you, babe.”

  “Oh my god — “

  She felt so soft, and he knew tonight was the right night. He wanted to show her just how much he owned all of her.

  He dropped his fingers, pushing them to her mouth and she opened, sucking her flavor with closed eyes and pleasured moans.

  With his other hand, he did his best to free himself from his loosened jeans and shorts. It didn’t take long. He was about as hungry as a starved dog for her pussy, but his dick flew a few inches higher knowing they were going to chart new territory tonight.

  His one arm was still keeping her steady, but he felt her gain back some of her balance. Her breath started to sound like she was back in the land of the living.

  Her pussy was still streaming, and Flynn soaked his fingers again, then began to gently rub the slick juice over where he intended his cock to go.