Filthy Desire: A Mafia Romance (The Dirty Kings of Vegas Book 4)

by Frankie Love

“Oh! Oh, God,” I feel like I’m ready to come again, just looking at him. Hearing him. Feeling him close.

  He says, “I know that’s the sexiest thing I ever saw.”

  “I’m very bad.”

  “You really are, butterfly. I love it.” There’s hunger in his eyes.

  “You should spank me.” I blush saying it.

  “With my best belt?”

  “Is it? I’m so sorry.”

  “I’m not. If it wasn’t my best belt before, it would be now. Did you put it inside you?”

  I can’t make my voice loud enough to hear. I shake my head.

  “Shame,” he says. “Maybe I should.”

  I gasp. He pulls me to him roughly. I’m kneeling on the bed. He holds my hair. Kisses me hard. With his hand on my ass, he pulls me into him. Squeezes until my thighs tremble and my wet pussy is hard against the throb of his cock.

  “Should I spank you again?”

  Kissing me even more savagely, he pulls up the skirt of my dress. I pull his lips with my teeth. Then I jolt sharply as I feel the thwack of the belt against the backs of my thighs.

  He slaps my ass, hard.

  With his mouth still locked on mine, he grabs and kneads my tits, squeezing my stinging, achey nipples through my clothes.

  He grips my ass in both hands, and I rock my pussy hard against him. Obscenely. Shamelessly.

  His hand slips under my ass. Finds my crevice. I collapse inside.

  I fall against his shoulder as his fingers plunge into me. With his thumb, he teases and tortures my clit.

  I never felt a man’s hand on me there. He feels so big, like he could hold me in his palm. As he squeezes and trills, he knows how to play me. I reach for him, slide my hands over his hard pecs, his ribs and the ripples of his abs.

  I’m making for his cock, but I tremble like a little tree in a big gale.

  Shaking and moaning, I wrap tight and helpless onto him, clinging as another current of electrical fire flashes through me, shatters me, inside and out.

  He strokes me tenderly as the tremors subside. I shake and buzz again when I see him lick and suck his fingers.

  “You’re a virgin, aren’t you.”

  It’s not really a question. Just as well, since I can’t really speak. But I nod.

  Folded in his arms, I feel safer than I have in a long, long time.

  He holds me as I drift off to sleep.

  Shame I slept, but I was so tired. Shame I didn’t wake sooner. I wanted more.

  I didn’t mean to sleep. But the morning is coming. Soon.

  He’s in the bed, next to me, sleeping peacefully. My hero. My man. If only for now.

  Slipping on his beautiful shirt makes me feel sexy. The shirt still has his beautiful cufflinks in the buttonholes. I turn up the cuffs and pull his belt around me.

  I patter down to the kitchen in my flats. I’ll make fresh coffee. For my man.

  Getting the coffee things ready, I love the fresh, morning wake-up smell. Sunrise is starting up through the window.

  Shame I didn’t see Aaron in the corner of the kitchen.

  Chapter Eight

  Liam

  She’s not in the bed when I wake up. Did she finally realize that she doesn’t need to be around an old man like me?

  It’s the right thing, I know, but it feels like a flint rock in my gut. Anyway, I’m sure it’s not true. She has feelings for me. Some, at least. If she needs some space, that’s okay.

  After a shower, I look for my shirt to put it with my laundry, but I don’t see it. It’s gone, cufflinks and all.

  Then I can’t find my old belt. Can Tegan have taken them? I swell up. My cock is rock hard and ramrod straight, thinking of her in that shirt, with my heavy belt around her gorgeous waist. Damn, she would be a wet dream come true.

  I dress and groom myself and head down to find coffee.

  On the way to the kitchen, I spot Jack, in the big reception room that looks out over his gloomy garden.

  I’ve an idea. Maybe I’ll talk to Jack about it. First, though, I want coffee in peace.

  While the coffee brews, I take a look at the small patio outside the kitchen. There’s a table and a couple of chairs, but it’s hot and dark, so I decide to stay in the kitchen, take my coffee at the breakfast bar. I want to call Finn and talk over my idea, but I won’t risk being overheard.

  For my second cup, I feel too cooped up in the kitchen. I move to the gloomy patio table. The flagstones look like they haven’t been swept this year.

  A low wall around the patio has a gate with peeling paint. The wall is topped with herb plantings, though the herbs all look bedraggled. In Vegas, we’d kill for a climate where you could grow sage and basil outside. Seems to me that Jack has really lost the plot. Something catches my eye, glittering blue in the rosemary.

  Jack steps onto the moss-green flagstones.

  “Hi, Liam.” A narrow look in his eye puts me instantly on alert. “I just came to say good morning. I’m on my way out. Make yourself entirely at home, of course. Anything you need, just help yourself.”

  “Is Tegan around, do you know?”

  He hesitates, keeping eye-contact, then he shrugs. Something is definitely up.

  Then Jack leaves by the patio gate, heading for the garages.

  I sprint to through the hallway to the front of the house, to watch him leave. I’m by a window, calling Gavin as Jack drives by.

  “Gavin? Jack is coming out of the house right now. He’s in a red BMW. Follow him. Don’t let him see you. And keep in touch.”

  “Sure, boss.”

  I know I can trust Gavin.

  Then I call Finn.

  “I need to know the whole scope of the business here.

  “Sure thing, boss.”

  “Facts, numbers. Details. My instinct is to cut loose. Sell the thing to Jack in one stroke before it all bursts into flame.”

  I’m still thinking about Tegan. Did she just run away? Well, I couldn’t blame her if she did. What kind of a life would she have with an older man like me? A lot of filthy images follow the thought around my head.

  Sick is what it is. She’s right to run.

  Damn, though, it didn’t feel sick at all. It felt right. I’m picturing her breasts bouncing in my shirt.

  “Finn, I want out of the business here. I want to know what I’d be looking at if I just sold up. One payment, clean slate, straight out. Sell Jack the whole damned mess.”

  There’s a pause. “Okay, boss.”

  “There’s something you want to say. I can hear it in your voice, Finn.”

  “Liam, you’re the boss. Always were, always will be, as far as I’m concerned. You tell me what you want, I’ll do it.”

  “Come on. You know I value your judgement. Out with it.”

  Something nags at the back of my mind. Something I overlooked that I should be seeing.

  “Well, Liam, I could be way out of line here, alright? But if I know Jack, if you let him have this, he’ll come after all your other businesses, too.” I know what he means. He goes on, “He’s not a man who’s ever satisfied. I hope I can speak freely.”

  “Sure, Finn. Go on.”

  “Jack’s the kind of a man, he can name his own terms, shake on a deal, and then drink with you all night to celebrate. The next morning, he’s still likely to decide you cheated him.”

  “Okay. Thanks, Finn. I’ll think.”

  “Anytime. You’re the boss.”

  “There’s something else I want you to find out about for me. Something from the past.”

  Now I remember what I overlooked.

  I tell Finn what I want. But what I saw on the patio just hit me.

  I run back, down to the kitchen, out across the patio to the wall. There it is, by the patio gate.

  In a sprig of rosemary. One of my cufflinks.

  Chapter Nine

  Tegan

  Jack stepped into the kitchen with Aaron.

  “Perfect timing,” he told me with a wid
e grin. “Your future starts today.”

  Aaron said, “You’re a very lucky girl. You will be be marrying into Boston’s most important family.”

  I knew where this was going. “Yours.”

  A chuckle from Aaron, “Ours, little mousey.”

  He bundled me in a car with his huge, ugly driver, Carrick. From the back seat, Carrick looks like a bullet, covered in rolls of tattooed flesh.

  I tried to get out of the car on the way. The car doors were all locked. Carrick’s laugh is one of the most spine-chilling things I ever heard.

  Every time the car even slowed, I tried to shake the doors open. I pulled hard enough that the car swayed and shook. I hoped somebody might see it and maybe call the police or do something.

  All I got was Carrick’s horrible laugh and a flash of his big grin full of metal teeth.

  We left the city and travelled a long way into the woods. Then we passed through some gates in a wall and bounced up a long, bumpy path, through more trees.

  Deep in the woods we came to an old ranch-style cabin. As soon as Carrick opened the door, I tried to run.

  But I’m not fast.

  Carrick is. He caught me before I’d gone twenty feet.

  He wrapped me tight from behind with his massive, tattooed arms. Gripping me to carry me into the cabin, he said, “Shame Jack has a plan for you. I could really make you feel good.”

  Then, as he got me inside and locked the door, “If you weren’t a virgin, we could have ourselves some fun anyways.” and he looked at me like he was looking at a steak.

  “You are still a virgin. Right?”

  I tried to run for the doors, but Carrick caught me and laughed as he dropped me on a wooden chair.

  It was probably useless anyway. All the doors were most likely locked. The only chance I could see for escape would be to jump through a window. And the cabin is raised off the ground outside. All the windows would be an eight-feet drop or worse.

  Carrick leered. “Do I have to tie you down?”

  I shook my head. He was getting into the game. I figured that if he started having fun with ropes or ties, it would lead him to get carried away. I decided it was best to try and keep the temperature cool. Stay calm. Look out for any opportunity.

  I wouldn’t have much chance without a plan, anyway. We drove a long way off any trafficked roads. And he knows the territory.

  Slowly, another car pulled up outside.

  After a clomp of boots up the steps and onto the deck, the door banged open.

  Aaron stamps in, slamming the door shut behind him.

  “Carrick, wait outside.” The two men exchange ugly laughs. My stomach drops through the floor as Carrick steps out.

  I cramp up inside. Being alone with Aaron terrifies me.

  “You’re a lucky girl, Tegan.” He looks as surly and bitter as ever. “Dad will be along soon, and he sent for a justice of the peace or whatever the fuck it takes.”

  I keep my tone conversational. “I don’t think I’m your dream date, Aaron,”

  He scowls at me. “What?”

  “I’m not a Victoria’s Secret catalogue type, or a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model.” I put my head on one side. “I don’t see you with many girls, but I’d have pegged you more as an arm-candy man. A trophy hunter.” I shrug. “I’m surprised that I’m your type.”

  “You’ve got the main qualifications.” He looks at my tits. Then down at my thighs. “You do look good in the old man’s shirt.” He licks his lips. “I bet you haven’t got any panties on under that.”

  Seeing the filthy ideas in the slush of his eyes, I want to cry.

  I want those things, those dirty things he’s thinking about as his tongue flicks around his lips. I want all of them. But with Liam.

  And definitely not with Aaron. I will not let him see me cry. And I won’t let him see me afraid.

  He stares hard in my eyes.

  “You came down to the kitchen in his shirt and with no panties on,” he sniffs the air as he takes a step nearer. “Because you fucked him all night. Didn’t you?”

  He grabs my cheek and squeezes. Hard.

  “It’s true,” his eyes blaze as he sniffs again, “Isn’t it?”

  His lip curls back in a leer. “You fucked him all night. You took his cock up your fat cunt. Squeezed and dripped all over him. Took him in your mouth. All the way down your neck. Did you suck and drink his come, you filthy little whore? Did you lick it off his steaming hot prick?” His voice is thickening.

  I can see his cock straighten in his pants, right in front of me. The bulge behind his zipper swells and lengthens. Pushes forward. It twitches.

  “Did he ram it up your ass? Did he hump you on the floor from behind? Did you crawl on your hands and knees as he shoved his cock up your ass?”

  No. And I wish he had, you creepy fuck.

  I blink slowly. I make a soft half smile. Raise an eyebrow like I’m not taking this too seriously.

  I may still be a virgin, but if you bring your skanky cock anywhere near me, I swear I will chew it off and spit it in your face.

  Still pinching my cheek hard, he reaches down to grab and squeeze my tit. He kneads my nipple. His cock presses through his pants, an inch from my mouth.

  “I’m thinking,” he pinches my nipple again. “Maybe that means we don’t need to wait for the justice of the peace,” Aaron salivates. Air in the cabin is thick and hot.

  He licks his lips. “What do you say? Maybe we skip the preliminaries and get to our main course.” He takes a step closer. “Well, my main course. Which would be you.”

  “I am still a virgin, Aaron, if that’s what you mean about the shirt.”

  His laugh is like a rusty saw. “Yeah. Like I believe that. I don’t know if it really matters all that much, anyway.”

  “Why me, Aaron? Why does Jack want you married, and why to me?”

  He starts to shake his head, and the leer turns into a grin. The grin doesn’t make him any easier on the eye.

  Another vehicle skids to a stop outside.

  There’s noise on the steps and the deck. The front door flies open.

  Jack strides in, kicking the door shut behind him.

  At least that will put Aaron off his stroke. Buy me a little time.

  It turns out I’m wrong about everything today.

  Aaron leers, “Hey, Dad. I was just going to bite the cherry off this little pie.”

  Jack nods.

  And Aaron says, “Maybe we should break her in together, in style. Give her a spit-roast double team. What do you say?”

  Jack’s face glows. He moves to stand behind my chair. Takes a hold of my throat and strokes down to my cleavage. And he starts to slip the lovely soft cotton shirt off my shoulder, exposing the top of my breast.

  “Could be a plan, Aaron. Did you find out if she’s got panties on?”

  “Does it matter?”

  Jack’s close enough behind me that I can feel the heat from his erection near the back of my neck.

  “No. Maybe a little more fun if she has. We can rip ’em.”

  I put on the sweetest smile that I can. Crane my head back to look up at Jack.

  “Aaron was just getting ready to tell me. Why did you choose me for your son, Jack? Why do you want me as your daughter-in-law?”

  His tone is like the smooth, kindly uncle voice he used to use with me when I was first in the house. But it’s flat. All the life has gone out of it, “You’re just perfect, darling.” It’s like a bad actor, reading a part he doesn’t know.

  “Tell her, Dad.” Aaron glowers. “She wants to know so bad. Tell her what she’s got.”

  From behind me, Jack’s voice is sad and weary. “Son, you really ought to try and learn as you go through life. Try to understand the way things work. Just demanding what you want, shouting and stomping, that’s not going to get you too far.” He sighs. “You need some finesse.”

  Aaron’s face darkens. “You sound like Mrs. Henderson. Like all those s
tupid teachers.” Then his face screws up. “Tell her. TELL her!”

  I’m more afraid now than I think I’ve ever been.

  Jack’s hand grips hard on my shoulder.

  A commotion outside is the sound of vehicles. Tires on the gravel. Then the crunch of feet.

  Aaron looks round, reaching back. He snarls, “Your justice of the peace makes a fuck of a lot of noise.”

  The cabin shakes. Hard. The door splinters and splits. Carrick smashes in. Backward.

  He lands on his back, with the door, sliding on the wood floor. Two men stamp in, grab Carrick and hurl him, right out through the hole where the door was. Then they grin and turn to run after him.

  Liam steps in and fills the doorway, plants his feet wide apart. He has a glint in his eye and two long-barreled silver automatics. He holds the guns at chest height.

  He aims one at Jack, the other is on Aaron.

  Aaron’s face seethes with rage. His hand is behind his back. Liam looks at him, relaxed. Lowers his eyelids a little and shakes his head once. After he deepens his scowl, Aaron drops his hand back, empty by his side.

  “Tegan,” Liam asks me, “Are you okay?”

  I could cry. But I don’t. I keep it together.

  “I’m grand, thanks.”

  I want to call him, ‘Silver bear,’ but not in front of the O’Learys.

  Chapter Ten

  Liam

  “I was never happier to see that shirt. It never looked so good, either.”

  Her smile lights me up. After what she must have been through the last couple of hours, I’m amazed. This girl is tough stuff.

  I tell Jack, “I’m disappointed in you, old friend. After you let him mash up my business, you were going to have your runt here spliced to this beautiful girl, weren’t you?”

  Jack works his jaw.

  “Tegan, you might want to wait outside. You’ll be safe with Finn and Gavin there.”

  She stands. Damn, she looks great. “He’s a brute and an ass, Liam, but I don’t want you to kill him.”