Mafia Sins: The Mafia Romance Collection

by Bella King

  “Wow, I didn’t think you’d be into that kind of thing.”

  “Why not?”

  “Well,” he says, “You’re scared of small places, for one.”

  “The sky is huge,” I reply.

  “Cockpits are kind of small, though.”

  “Yeah, but you have a window. I like to be able to see the world from way up there. It’s beautiful,” I explain.

  Devin nods.

  “Plus,” I say, rolling down the window and chucking my apple core out. “I used to try to fly when I was younger on the swings.”

  Devin laughs and looks over at me. “Same. One time I swung so high that I fell off and broke my arm. My parents were so pissed.”

  “I fell off so many times. My mother hated it.”

  “Parents, man,” Devin says, shaking his head. “Sometimes, you just have to live and let live.”

  “I know,” I say, agreeing with him fully. I feel like this is at least one thing that we have in common.

  Devin croons his head forward, studying the road ahead as we near a dirty green sign. He squints through the rays of the sun, then pulls his head back. “The lake is off this road, a bit to the right. We’re going to have to go off-roading a bit.”

  “Finally,” I say. “I’m filthy.”

  Devin flashing me a suggestive smile but doesn’t say anything. I’m just thankful that we’re finally going to be able to get clean.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Devin’s already in the river. He took no time at all to strip off his clothes and run into the water while I was getting out of the car. He’s there now, washing his clothes off in the water and placing them on a nearby rock to dry.

  That’s a good idea. The clothes will dry quickly in the dry Texas heat, but I’m shy to remove mine. Even though Devin already saw me mostly naked last night, that was in the dark. I don’t feel as comfortable being exposed in broad daylight.

  He doesn’t seem to care. He’s splashing around in the water as the river meanders slowly downstream. There are plants and bugs close to the water, and the sun is dancing off the ripples that Devin is making. It’s a beautiful sight after so much action and fear yesterday.

  I sigh. I’m not going to get clean just standing by the riverbank. Devin is barely paying attention to me, so I start to remove my clothes. I step out of my pants, pull down my panties, and remove my shirt. I didn’t wear my bra today because it was too sweaty, but now I wish I brought it with me to clean.

  Oh well. There’s something freeing about not wearing a bra anyway. I like having my breasts free in the late-morning sun. The rays feel spectacular against my skin, and I’m sure they’ll feel even better once I cool off in the water with Devin.

  I carry my stack of clothes to the water, using it to shield my nudity for as long as I can. Maybe I shouldn’t be so sheepish. Devin isn’t, but he doesn’t seem shy about much. He’s diving into the water and bouncing around without a care in the world. He looks like he’s enjoying himself immensely.

  Seeing him like that makes me feel more comfortable. All the conditions are right to relax and have a nice time getting cleaned up before we hit the road again, and I’d be a fool to waste it. I walk into the river, clothes in hand, and start rinsing them off so that I can lay them out to dry.

  A minute later, my clothes are stretched out on the same large rock as Devin’s are, and I’m swimming toward him, the cool water soothing my hot skin. I feel alive and free, like I’m up in the air, flying again.

  “I’m glad you decided to join me,” Devin says, bobbing up and down in the water.

  “I can’t stand being so dirty,” I reply, scrunching my nose at the thought of how much sweat and dust was caked onto my body before I got into the water.

  “I can help you clean your back,” Devin says, his blue eyes sparkling from the sun’s reflection on the water.

  “Really?” I ask dryly, tilting my head at him and lowering my eyelids.

  “Really, really,” he replies. “Come on, turn around.” He twirls a finger around in front of him.

  I sigh and turn around, giving him access to my back. I feel his large hands run across it, up and down, around and around. He rubs the skin on my back, loosening the dirt and sweat so that it can flow off downstream.

  The water isn’t that cold, but I get goosebumps when Devin splashes water up on the back of my neck. I raise my shoulders to the feeling, but he places his strong hands on them and gently presses them back down.

  “Relax,” Devin says, beginning to rub my shoulders, digging his thumbs deep into my sore muscles.

  “Oh my god,” I sigh, letting my head roll forward as he works the tension out of my back. “That feels wonderful.”

  “Good,” he replies, his voice flowing like the lazy Texas river we’re in. “I know yesterday was tough, but as long as we keep ahead of the cartel, we should get to the border in good time. You don’t have to worry.”

  I’m not worrying. In fact, I’m sinking deep into Devin’s hands as he works magic on my shoulders. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone touch me like he’s touching me, sending shivers through my body every few seconds.

  The water ripples slightly, but enough for me to know that Devin has moved closer. Neither of us is wearing clothes, so I assume he’s going to be careful about touching me, but with the way his hands are moving, my brain is turning to mush.

  Should I care? Perhaps.

  Do I? No.

  “You were very warm last night,” Devin says into my ear, his breath hot against my lobe.

  “So were you,” I reply.

  “I liked the way your skin felt against mine,” he says, keeping his voice low as his hands start to move across my back, heading toward my ribs.

  “I think you just liked my tits,” I say, cracking a smile.

  “Yes, that’s also true,” he says and brings his hands around my torso.

  I nearly jump as his palms make contact with my breasts, scooping them up in heaping handfuls. He squeezes them, pulling me back toward him. I gasp as his sudden gesture sends a wave of euphoric pleasure through my body. I wasn’t expecting this.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, looking down at his hands as they sink it’s my breasts beneath the clear water.

  “Massaging you,” he replies, his voice turning into a deep mumble as he speaks into my ear. “Do you like it?”

  “I don’t know,” I answer, but my body knows. The excitement of his touch is melting away everything that I hate about him and replacing it with a singular desire that I shouldn’t want, but that’s growing stronger by the second.

  “I like the way your breasts feel in my hands,” he says, pressing his lips against my ear while he speaks. His lips are hot and soft. “I like the way your body feels when I hold it.” He places his chest against my back, pressing his skin against mine.

  “I’m not sure about this,” I say, but I don’t try to pull away. I imagine that we’re all alone in the world, and I like the feeling. There’s no cartel chasing us, no drive-in that I have to go back to, and no consequences for what I’m about to do with Devin.

  “I didn’t know if I liked you when I met you, Marybeth,” Devin says, still speaking directly into my ear.

  “I hated you,” I reply.

  A sound of amusement escapes from his throat. “I can understand that, but maybe you feel differently now.”

  “I don’t know,” I reply, allowing myself to teeter on the edge without going one way or another. Walking the line is something I do well, but it tends to get me stuck instead of helping me. Sometimes, I must decide.

  “Why don’t we find out?” Devin asks, pressing something against my ass from under the water.

  I recognize it, but I don’t know what to do. He’s rock-solid under the water, and I’m woefully unprepared for all this. It’s too soon, too fast, and I barely know the man.

  But oh, the sensations that are stirring between my legs are undeniable. My body knows what my mind doesn’t wan
t to admit. I’m already falling for Devin Miller, or at least, I’m lusting for him, and that’s not something I’m very good at controlling.

  “Is this okay?” he asks, still massaging my breasts beneath the cool surface as he presses his cock harder into the soft flesh of my ass. The pulse of his throbbing erection is like a beat that is luring my body into a dance of seduction, and I’m moving with it now.

  I bite my lip, trying to keep from moaning as he pushes harder and asks me again, this time with more gruffness to his already throaty voice. “Is this okay?”

  I move my head up and down, biting my lips harder to keep the sounds that desperately want to escape from doing so. My cheeks are turning pink as I try to hold in the flood, but it’s impossible once Devin runs a hand down between my legs, touching my pussy with the tips of his tattooed fingers.

  A moan rumbles in my throat, and I let it free from my lips as Devin rubs tight circles on my clit. He knows exactly what to do to send me into a state of bliss, and I lean back into him to accept his touch. There’s no use trying to fight the feeling anymore. It’s here to stay.

  “I could have let you go before,” Devin says, pinching my nipple with one hand as he massages my clit with the other. “But I figured you might like to ride with a bad boy. How does it feel?”

  “Fuck,” I gasp, unable to comment.

  He knows that he has me wrapped around his finger, and he’s using it to his highest advantage, toying with my mind as I sway in the water to the beat of his heart. I can’t help but fall for it though. What is it about bad boys that make them so damn sexy?

  “Maybe we should go to the shore,” Devin suggests, pulling his hand out from between my legs.

  “Should we?” I ask. My mind is sluggish, trying to make sense of what I’m doing. This is wrong, and I know it, but it feels too good to stop.

  “Come,” Devin says, taking my hand and pulling me along through the water.

  I’m not exactly clean yet, and my clothes aren’t dry, but that’s not why we’re leaving the water. We’re leaving because Devin intends to claim me on the riverbank. He wants to have sex with me, but will I allow this?

  I start to stack up reasons in my head as to why this shouldn’t happen. He’s a criminal, for one, and even if he’s not doing the drugs in his trunk, he’s still hauling pounds of cocaine through the US. Can’t I also get in trouble for going along with him? It’s not like he’s got a gun pointed at me. I could make another run for the car, but I don’t know where the keys are.

  Damn, this isn’t going to be easy. I’m leaving the water now, the hot sun quickly drying the water on my bare skin. I glance down between Devin’s legs to see his cock still standing tall and proud. Jesus, it’s perfect, but that holds true for the rest of him. That’s physically, at least. Mentally, the man is a train wreck, but a charming one.

  His hand is firm on mine, our fingers interlocked as he takes me to a patch of grass beside our drying clothes. Normally, I would feel strange being naked in public, but there isn’t anyone around. Nobody is here to stop us from doing whatever we fancy, and that’s liberating to me.

  “You’re beautiful, Marybeth,” Devin says as he stops on the grassy spot of earth.

  “I don’t think you really believe that,” I reply, challenging his statement. Don’t bad boys like him just say that kind of stuff to get women into their beds? For him, it’s starting to work, but I’m not giving in so easily.

  Devin smiles at me and shakes his head. Droplets of water fall from his brown hair onto his broad shoulders. “I don’t think you really understand me,” he says. “You seem to think I’m some kind of terrible person, but in actuality, I’m just a guy trying to find a way through life like everyone else.”

  I laugh. “You’re not fooling me.”

  “I’m not lying,” he says, trying to look as serious as he can.

  I’m not going to fall for it. He’s done too much already for me to believe that he’s just like everyone else. He’s not terrible, but he is special in his own fucked-up way.

  “I’m going to make love to you because I think you’re beautiful,” he says, running a hand over my cheek lightly.

  “Says who?”

  “Says me,” he replies and leans in.

  I pull my head back, but his lips are faster than mine. He lands on my mouth, pressing the softness of his soul into mine. I let it permeate my mouth, soaking into the fabric of my being, and I know that I can’t resist him any longer. This may not be the right thing to do, but goddamn if it doesn’t feel perfect.

  Devin wraps his arms around my waist, holding me in place as he mixes his passion with mine. His hands hold me firmly like he’s afraid that I might slip away like the dust in the wind.

  There is a tingling working its way through my body. It starts from between my legs, but it travels further than that, invading my thighs and my lower belly. It works its way up as Devin kisses me. Where his hands are, there is greater warmth than usual, and I can feel a buzz throughout my being as though I am from another world entirely.

  I place both of my hands against his chest, as though to push him away, but upon touching the heat of his muscular pecs, I’m unable to do so. I want to explore more of his body. I want to touch every inch of his tattooed body and trace my fingers over the intricate patterns that adorn him.

  I’m fascinated by his appearance, and I wan to learn more about it, but he doesn’t give me the chance. He pulls his lips away from mine and scoops me up into his arms.

  “Devin,” I yelp, laughing as he holds me in his strong arms.

  “Relax,” he says, taking a knee and placing me down on the soft grass.

  With the sound of the river streaming by, I look up at the blue sky. There isn’t a single cloud in sight, but that’s normal for this time of year. We don’t get much rain around these parts. I wonder if that will change once we get further north.

  My thoughts are interrupted by Devin as he places a hand on my legs, gently pressing them apart. He spreads them like he’s opening his favorite book, ready to enjoy what’s waiting between the pages.

  Chapter Fifteen

  In the light of the mid-day sun, he mounts me. I’m shielded from the sun rays as he hovers over me, planting sweet kisses across my skin. The beads of water that were on my face are now replaced with a shimmer of sweat. We’ll have to make this quick so that we can cool off in the river again, but I doubt this will be the only time this happens. We’re heading all the way up to Canada, and we have plenty of time together.

  The grass tickles my back as Devin leans in further, pushing my legs apart further with his powerful thighs. My body aches for him to take me, every cell inside of me reaching out for his muscular body. The air moves slowly by the river, and it creates a coolness where my pussy is dripping with nectar, awaiting Devin’s arrival.

  His head rests in the crook of my neck as he reaches his hands to my bottom and grabs my ass, positioning his cock outside of my pussy. He rubs it against my fluids, getting it moist as driving me crazy with anticipation. At any moment, he could enter me.

  Devin has control over my lower half, holding me in place with his large hands as he makes the plunge. I inhale sharply as he parts my lips and enters my pussy, stretching me with his thick cock. He bites down on my neck as he enjoys my tightness around his massive cock.

  I have little control over the ride that has begun. Like always, I am just a passenger to Devin’s wild antics. He is the boss of my body, pumping me hard with his manhood until I’m a quivering mess beneath him, but he won’t stop there. He wants to own my pleasure, to be the man that has done what no other man can ever do again. He wants to make me climax around his cock and to take his semen deep inside of me.

  I’m overcome with pleasure, riding out waves of euphoria as the tingling that was one restricted to my pussy and legs travels throughout my entire body. I’m hot, but not just from the sun. Every touch from Devin’s spectacular physique scorches my skin like fire, feeding
the passion that’s growing between us.

  “This is wrong,” I gasp as he pushes deep inside of me.

  “Then why are you so wet?” he growls into my ear.

  I moan, tossing my head back and holding him tightly as he pumps his hips, filling me with his cock. “Because,” I breath, “It feels so good.”

  Devin lets out a throaty chuckle and dives deeper, his cock slick with my natural lubricant as he fucks me by the river. He is moving at a delicious speed, tightening the coil that leads to my climax. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold it back, and Devin shows no sign of slowing down. This is it. I’m really doing this with him.

  I dig my nails into his back, squirming as the intense pleasure comes to a peak. I press myself against him, my breasts glued to his chest, and my legs up high in the air as I start to climax. It’s powerful, blowing my mind like a bullet to the head, shattering my consciousness in an instant. I’m infinite.

  I grip Devin’s cock with my pussy as I cum, shaking and moving beneath him like a woman possessed. I can’t think about anything but having Devin inside of me, and all the pleasure than he’s giving me by being there. Even as he cums, and I milk the semen from his throbbing cock, I don’t want him to leave.

  I let Devin stay inside of me as he empties his sperm into my pussy, filling me up with everything he has. I accept it fully as full waves of delight flow through my body, like the river we are making love beside. I am complete with Devin inside of me. I am happy to take his load.

  A bead of sweat drips from the tip of his nose as I come back to reality. It’s too hot to stay like this for much longer, but I don’t want to move either. I know that Devin is likely much hotter than I am, so I let go of him, allowing him to move off me.

  He gets up and holds out a hand. I wait for a second so that I can admire his towering figure in front of me, and then I take his hand, allowing him to pull me to my feet. I’m wobbly and still starstruck by what he has done to me. I’m also smiling like an idiot and embarrassed by it. I hope that he can’t tell why my cheeks are so pink. Hint – it’s not just from the sun.