Mafia Romance

by Aleatha Romig, Skye Warren, Annika Martin, Natasha Knight, Kaye Blue, Michelle St. James, Renee Rose, Parker S. Huntington, Alexis Abbott, Willow Winters

  My skin tingles with his kiss, my sex beginning to throb hard between my thighs. It’s completely unlike me to be attracted to a guy like Mikhail, let alone feeling so hungry for his body. My fingers find his side, nails running over his hip until I meet his spine, and I pull him closer so that our bodies grind into one another with a heated urgency.

  Then with such ease, he just pulls me up, lifting me with one hand as he kisses, licks, and bites at my tender neck. He’s a powerhouse, and I get to feel those hardened pecs, abs, and biceps squeezing against me as he hefts me up. My groin positioned right atop his as that steely shaft pulses with life.

  He finally breaks his hold on my neck to look into my eyes, his breathing heavy, not from the heavy workout, but from desire. And he growls his words at me.

  “There is only one way this is going to end now, Alicia,” he speaks my full name, his member pulsing as it rumbles off his tongue right before he pushes his lips against mine.

  He tastes hot and spicy, like cinnamon mints, and my tongue eagerly presses against his. His words are like a warning, but they sound more like a promise to me, and my legs wrap around his hardened waist.

  My heart thuds rapidly in my chest, and even though I’m being absolutely reckless, it only serves to turn me on more, and my arms wrap around his thick neck. His kiss is as brutal as he is, all control lost as he seeks to nearly bruise my lips against his, but it feels so right.

  I can feel his hand pushing up under the silk nightie, and that hard hand grasps my bare flesh, squeezing my butt cheek so tightly. Each of those long fingers of his mesh with my own softer skin to make my nerves tingle, making the flesh bulge between.

  “You play with fire,” he growls in between smacks of our lips before I realize he’s carried me over to the thick mat on the floor. Only the jarring sensation of his knees hitting the blue mattress-like material shakes me into realization of where we’ve moved.

  I’m still held up in his arms, and he’s fondling me, stroking those rough hands over my skin, along my rear, up alongside my breasts, touching their bare flesh beneath the silk. He’s a real beast of a man, rough, hard, powerful.

  Playing with fire seems to be putting it mildly.

  But it’s the only way I’ve ever felt so deliciously hot. None of the heavy petting with boyfriends past compared.

  “I don’t care,” I whisper.

  I watch his face as his hands trace over my skin with reverence and desire I’ve never experienced before. The intensity of the moment has us both under its spell, and I trace over his pecs. There’s a wound near his collarbone and I can feel the remnants of stitches, and it intrigues me. I’ve never been with a man who had so many scars, so many marks left on him from a dangerous life.

  I’ve also never been so turned on, and my fingertips wander lower, finding his hard abs and delving lower still.

  Just as my dainty fingertips find the cotton bulge, he lowers my back onto the mat, laying me out before him as his smoldering eyes look down with such desire. Those powerful hands pull the night dress off me, almost tearing it in his drive to see me bare.

  “I’ve never felt my cock get so hard over a lone woman before,” he rumbles as my fingers touch that bulge again, graze it as I slip the tips along the waistband. And it’s not hard to believe him, because that shaft is just so massive and thick. His rough, greedy hands go for my bare breasts, lavish them with such fond appreciation, and I can’t help but cry out.

  I stroke him, clumsily, the angle awkward and my spine arching to give him access to my chest. He palms by breasts, my nipples stiff against his flesh as I stare up at him wantonly.

  “I’ve never needed someone so bad,” I confess in return, my pussy screaming for attention as I rub his cock. My hips rise, but there’s no pleasure to be found, not yet. He wants to experience me fully, despite my own ache, and I know the higher he builds me up, the more powerful the crash back to earth will be.

  I tug upon the edge of his boxer-briefs, pulling them down, showing the V-shape of his cut abs leading on towards the tuft of dark hair and then…then…

  My god…

  The hefty shaft that spills out, rock-solid, is huge. Just immense! It’s like the kind of thick, vein-ribbed shaft I’d have to doubt the reality of if I wasn’t watching it pulse before my own eyes, standing out thick and full of heated blood.

  And while I stare agape, he slides his hands down from my chest, curls his digits into the waistband of my panties, and pulls them off. He wads them up into a ball and takes a brief inhale of my scent upon them before he pushes his thumbs into my soft inner thigh flesh, spreading me open wide and staring at my slit.

  “I’m going to fucking stretch you so wide, silly girl,” he rumbles, leaning over me as his boxer-briefs slip further down, and those two heavy balls spill out beneath his shaft.

  It’s a threat and a promise wrapped into one delicious sentence, and I reward him with a nip of his lower lip between my teeth. I’m inciting the beast within him, testing his patience and resolve, but I don’t care. I want to see how far I can push him, and how far he’ll push me back.

  His cock pulses in my palm, the veins prodding my flesh as I squeeze him, tempting him closer to my slickened mound.

  His chest swells as he looms over me, and he pulls me close by his grasp on my legs, so that the thick tip of his manhood grazes my slit, smearing some of my honey upon his covered shaft. He leans in over me, like I’m prey caught by this magnificent predator, and he bites my lip in return as his cock throbs against me.

  “My name will be written on your lips by the time you’re done screaming,” he pledges, just before he angles back his hips, then jabs his cock at me! That thick member pierces me with one hard thrust, stretching me out so incredibly wide it makes my eyes widen, my spine arch, and my throat sing.

  It’s the best parts of heaven and hell combined, and for a moment, my world just stops. Everything outside this room, all my worries and fears, they disappear, and all I can think of is him. His gorgeous body has silenced the demons in my head.

  My nails dig into his back, legs locked around his ass. Only something really fucking wrong can feel this good, and fucking a near stranger raw was definitely wrong.

  The man who killed my boss, held me captive…has me pinned to the mat, speared upon his dick. And he’s looking down at me with such lust in his eyes, knowing it’s only begun.

  My nails claw at him, but it’s like trying to tear into steel, and he begins to rock his hips, pistoning that thick cock at a slow rate to start. My poor little cunt, ripped asunder and now stretched raw around his shaft as he begins to take me. His low, rumbling moans sounding so vicious and bestial.

  It’s just what I need.

  Just what I want.

  “Oh god,” I whimper, and for a second, I don’t know if I can take anymore. My body begins to quiver, and I’m filled with a sudden sensation I wasn’t expecting until much later. He’s only just barely hilted within me, but his cock was made for me with how quickly my nerves respond.

  The beginnings of an orgasm start to unfurl within me, and I gasp.

  Watching that glistening, muscled torso rippling over me through narrow slits, I moan and writhe, my body tensing as that pleasure builds. Mikhail’s like no other man I’ve known, and the situation is completely out there.

  It’s so many layers of wrong and right done just so. My toes curl, and he’s only begun to pound into me. Again and again, that thick cock pummels my poor, pink pussy, his heavy, cum-laden balls battering against my pale rear as he hammers down.

  And while his chest still gleams with perspiration, I can get a glimpse of his godlike cock glistening with a different kind of slickness: my own, and I’m so wet it’s embarrassing.

  I’ve never felt like this before, and definitely never done something so risky, but it all pays off almost too quickly as my nerves tighten and then release, pleasure flooding me. I can’t believe it, but I’m trembling against him like a virgin, my screams
echoing off the Spartan walls. My thighs tighten around his waist, but he’s too powerful to stay put.

  Instead, he grinds into me, as deeply as he can, and it’s too much and yet perfect all at once, that pain and pleasure culminating into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever imagined having.

  Mikhail pummels me throughout my loud climax, pumping harder even as a gush of warm honey coats his shaft and covers his balls. That hefty sac of his slapping against me wetly now as he keeps me pinned beneath him, manipulating my legs as his cock throbs, swelling out and stretching me as he moans.

  “Mmph,” he groans, “your tight little cunt was made for wrapping around my cock, you screaming beauty.”

  I feel like I’m on drugs, the rush of his body taking me to new heights. His words tease me higher, and I’m squirming like a girl as each pulse, each thrust, sends a delightful aftershock through me.

  Sex has never been like this before. I never dreamed it could be.

  “Oh god, Mikhail,” I gasp, my throat raw from all my screaming, my mind emptied of everything but him. “You’re amazing!”

  His steely body is like a freight train, and just works with such fierce precision. He pounds me through my climax, blasts the fog from my head as I squeal and moan atop his manhood. One of those thick, bulging biceps pushes into the base of my spine as he lifts me, still jackhammering into my raw pussy.

  “From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to protect you…fuck you…breed you,” he growls into my ear before biting into my neck. “If you stay, that’s what’ll happen to you, kotika.”

  It’s crass and dirty, and I’m hungry for more.

  My head tilts to the side, giving him access to my slender neck, the skin there so delicate as he marks me as his own. Hours ago, all I could think about was getting away, but now I know I really want to run from my feelings. From my dangerous attraction to this killer.

  I can feel my own body overheating, so hot as the perspiration builds between us and my breasts bounce, gleaming in the light as we rut. His Russian curses tickle my ears as he swells within me, and the mat strains beneath us.

  He pushes me back down into the mat, pinning me down beneath his powerful arms and battering me with that thick trunk of a dick.

  “You’re not done yet,” he promises with a gravelly husk, “you’re going to come on my cock one more time before I finish in you.” And it’s a promise he plans to deliver on as he reaches a thumb towards my clit, ready to torture that poor bud.

  I’m already so overwhelmed with sensations, but he makes me feel so dirty. I want more, like a hedonist, and my hand grasps his, pushing him down harder. But then, before I can even get close, his free hand grabs my wrist, pinning it to the mat above me, all without skipping a beat.

  His weight presses down upon me and our bodies writhe in unison as my slickness lets his fingers glide over my throbbing clit. We’re making a mess on the mat, my juices running down between my thighs and over his heavy sac.

  But he doesn’t care, he’s enraptured with me, forcing his eyes open to soak me in as he tweaks my clit, circles it, prods me to new heights beneath him. He’s pounding so hard and fast it’s blinding, and I watch as his broad jaw clenches and his dick swells, stretching me wider, making it twinge and hurt a little.

  “Come for me, little kitten, or you’ll be so sore you’ll not walk for weeks,” he growls in threat.

  And his words… Those dark, dangerous words spoken in that delicious accent…

  That’s the final nail in my coffin. My pussy tightens around him, milking him, knowing full well the risk I’m taking and how stupid I’m being, but needing it all the same. Good girls don’t get knocked up by killers. Good girls don’t take risks with dark and mysterious men they don’t know.

  So maybe I am a little bit bad, deep down, and he’s just teasing it out of me. Along with a whole bunch of explosive pleasure.

  His neck tenses as he watches me, and as I scream out again, he pummels me with his cock, swelling inside me as he barrels his way towards his own finale. This ruthless, cold-hearted killer, all muscle, sinew, and murderous-intent, holding me as he hammers into my pussy.

  “You’re going to take it,” he growls, and that thick, battering ram of a cock explodes inside me, shooting thick gouts of creamy seed. A deep, dark, velvety moan of pleasure escapes his lips as he shudders, emptying his loins into me.

  And then his mouth crashes against mine, burning hot, lust tracing from his tongue to mine. He’s not gentle, his every motion speaking of just how powerful his emotions for me are. Not even the calm and in-control Mikhail can hold them back, and that sends another illicit thrill up my spine. He’s opened the Pandora’s Box inside of me.

  There’s no turning back now, I tell myself.

  But fate has a way of throwing you.

  Mikhail

  I lift her body up into my arms, because somehow, it just doesn’t seem right to let her to wake up on a gym mat. Her sleep schedule is still wonky, but she was clearly exhausted after the ordeal she’s been through.

  She’s a damn frustrating woman. I left her door unlocked so she could leave, and I could be free of her. But she stuck around instead. Broke down my last barrier. And that is dangerous for us both.

  Carrying her into the bedroom, I lay her beautiful figure out with care. She sends a pang through my heart when I think of how I was about to let her wander off, get herself killed, just so that these feelings might finally subside. Shame fills me as my heart beats quicker.

  A coward’s way out.

  That’s what I tried to take. To wash my hands of responsibility. But her blood would’ve been on my hands regardless, and it’d never wash clean. I know that.

  Looking down at her, those long, beautiful tresses framing her face, her body beautifully angelic in the nude, I know I have to make the hard choices. For her sake.

  She can’t stay. I can’t play the role of lover.

  Alicia

  I wake up to the drab grey sight of my prison’s ceiling, though it doesn’t bother me so much anymore. As much as I feel embarrassed for making a pass at the man who abducted me—and then giving into passion and sleeping with him—I just want to feel his comforting touch.

  Rolling over, I reach out, but he’s not there.

  I look around and see that the room is empty. Only me. And I feel a loneliness deep down that hurts my heart.

  Abandonment.

  I crave his warmth wrapping around me, taking me again with such reckless abandon. It’s so unlike me to give in so readily, so eager to just have him take me. Maybe it’s the isolation of this place, I try to convince myself, but I know that isn’t it.

  There’s something deeper within me that pulls me to him. For the first time, I actually have feelings for someone. More than lust or a high school crush, something deeper and darker than I could possibly bring myself to understand. I want my life to be tied to his, always.

  But now he’s gone, and I don’t know what that means. Back in my cell, left to wonder about how he feels. Does he regret it? Is that why he brought me back here and left?

  I push myself out of bed, my thoughts quickly growing morbid. Of course he regrets it. To him, I’m just some floozy who got in over her head, a distraction. He thinks of me as his troublesome obligation, so of course he’d extract some payment.

  Plodding my way morosely to the bathroom, I expect to see bags under my eyes, but aside from the hurt lingering in my green eyes, I actually look healthy and rested. Maybe I did just need to get laid. Maybe I used him, just like he used me.

  But even as I try to convince myself, I know it’s a lie.

  By the time I finish tidying up, I hear the sounds of my large protector returning. His footsteps thud in the hallway outside before the door swings open and he looks in on me. That rugged, handsome face of his is completely serious.

  There’s no trace of the passion that was there the night before, and I feel my heart constrict in my chest.

  “You didn
’t spend the night.”

  “I had to arrange a few things,” he says, stepping inside and handing me a brown paper bag with a travelling cup full of coffee, I presume. “We’re taking a trip.”

  I notice that he’s dressed in a nice maroon shirt, unbuttoned at the collar where some of his dark hair pokes out, and a black jacket over top.

  He almost looks ready for a date in those dark denim jeans.

  And my life suddenly explodes with color, and I smile instantly. It’s like all my fear and apprehension have been completely melted away within a second flat.

  “Really? We’re leaving? Ohh, are we going somewhere warm to hide out for a few months until the heat dies down?”

  “I’m going to drive you out of state, to a place I know well, to be safe with some people I trust,” he says with that hard stoicism of his. “As soon as you’re ready, I’ll take you out to the car and we’ll be done. You can eat breakfast as I drive,” he explains, laying down the sack and coffee upon the table.

  “Sure, well…not like I have much here to pack,” I say with a roll of my eyes, heading to grab the few things I have scattered about. “And I’m assuming we’re probably not going to stop off at my place to get my luggage.” I’m trying to keep things light, but the fact that I can’t read him at all, that I don’t know what he’s thinking, is throwing me off.

  Especially since he looks so damn good today.

  “I’ll give you money to buy whatever you want where we’re going,” he says, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a wallet. He flips it open and slides out a credit card, offering it to me. “There’s no limit, just try not to make a huge scene once we’re there,” he explains.

  “So don’t go Pretty Woman on you. Got it,” I say with a sly wink. Tugging on the casual yoga jacket he’d brought me earlier, and slipping into my dangerously high heels, I look like a pampered housewife leaving rehab.