Bad Boy: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (26 page)

In an instant, my body goes numb and then immediately explodes with paralyzing pleasure.

My thighs clench around his head as I cry out in complete ecstasy. Every nerve ending heats in waves, starting at my toes and working their way up. Each wave of pleasure is higher and more intense than the previous. My body is twisted and still stiff, unwilling to move. I try to relax as I come down from the high. I try, but my body doesn't respond. I can only feel.

After a few minutes of lying limp on the sofa, I come to my senses. My body is covered in sweat, and my legs are still trembling. I try to speak and realize my throat is sore and dry.

I look down my body and watch as Thomas stands up and shoves his jeans down his muscular thighs. He grabs his thick cock in his hands and strokes it once. The head glistens with a taste of his cum. He embodies power and lust. And the sight of him is intoxicating.

“I want you on the bed next.” With the heated look in his eyes and my arousal glistening on his lips, I can’t deny him. I can’t deny what I want either. I love the way he makes me feel. In this moment I’d let him have me however he wanted. And I do.

I’ll give him every bit of me that he wants.

I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve felt this alive. A spark I haven’t felt in years is blazing inside of me. He lifts my body in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. I lean into him. I don’t want to think about anything except how good it feels.

That’s all I care about. I just want to
feel
.

He tosses me onto the bed and immediately crawls toward me. He looks dangerous, he
is
dangerous. He licks his lips and climbs over my body, forcing me onto my back.

His lips crush mine, and I can faintly taste myself on his tongue. I smile and pull back as a blush rises to my cheeks. His chest shakes gently with his rough chuckle, and it warms every bit of me.

“Where are your cuffs?” he asks. My eyes widen at his question. My heart races in my chest.

“You need to learn to trust me, baby.” He kisses me with such passion I have to close my eyes.

“I can help you with that. Let me.”

I pull away from him and look at my dresser. They’re in the top drawer. My anxiety spikes.

“I can’t.” I push the words out. I know there’s something between us, but what that is, I’m not sure.

“You can,” he says, standing up from the bed. He walks to my dresser, following my line of sight and guessing correctly that the cuffs are there. They’re right on top, so he doesn’t have to look very long to find them.

“You could hurt me,” I state simply. It's one thing to fool around, but another to give up control and make myself so helpless. I don’t want to be vulnerable. The very thought chills my blood.

He looks at me with incredulity before pointing out, “My arm is almost as large as your head. I could hurt you right now if I wanted.” My eyes linger on his corded arms and broad shoulders. I know what he's saying is true, but I don't like it. I don't like how accurate his words are.

“That right there,” he walks back to me and gentles his hand on my forearm, “That fear. I’m going to take it away.” I stare into his heated gaze and feel too much comfort.

“Why?” It’s stupid to even consider it. But I am. I don’t want to be scared anymore. I don’t want to be angry, either.

He shrugs and dangles the two sets of cuffs from his finger. He watches as they sway. “You look like a girl who could use a little help.”

“I don’t need help.” I know I sound defensive, and I don’t mean to.

“No, you don’t need it. But you could use it.” He hands me the cuffs. “Lock them around your wrists.” He gives me the command and it instantly heats my core. I have to stop myself from scissoring my legs.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask him in a breathy voice. Now that I’m holding the cuffs in my hand and he’s standing so close, it’s turning me on. His muscular chest ripples as he takes a step back from me.

“I’m going to watch as you cuff yourself to the bed.”

I bite my lip and watch him stroke himself. “Just the thought of you being at my mercy has me almost cumming. You know that?”

I feel my cheeks heat and a wave of arousal shoots through me. I shift the cuffs to my other hand and look at them and then at him.

“Then what?” I ask. My lips stay parted as my breathing comes in short pants.

“I’m gonna do whatever I want with you.” My eyes fall and the insecurity comes back. I don’t like not having a plan.

“I’m going to start by getting between your legs and getting your taste back on my tongue.” My eyes shoot to his as I listen. “I need to get you ready to take me.” My thighs clench, and I know I’m already ready.

“Not your pussy, baby. I want your ass.” My eyes widen, and I actually scoot away slightly on the bed. He chuckles and strokes himself again. My eyes focus on the bead of precum leaking from his slit.

“Not tonight, baby. But I’m gonna get you ready for me. Tonight I’m fucking your pussy like I own it. But next time, I’m taking your ass.”

His words force a moan from my lips. I want that. I want all of that. But I don’t want to give up control. I look up at him with apprehension, and see nothing but desire written on his face. I have to tell him how I really feel though. “I’m scared,” I whisper, and it makes me feel weak.

“That’s normal. But I promise you, you’re going to love it.”

“What if it’s too much?” I ask.

He smirks at me as he says, “You have to trust me.” He walks over and plants a soft kiss on my lips before I can object to anything else.

His hand strokes my hair. “All you need to do is trust me.”

This is stupid and reckless, but I feel like I need this. I close my eyes and quickly tighten the cuffs on both my wrists. I bring my right hand up to the bedpost and attach the cuff to the thin metal cylinder.

My heart races in my chest. “Just tug, baby.” I hear his words and it takes a second to understand the meaning of them. I do as he says. I pull against the restraint, and I can see why he wanted me to. If I struggle hard enough, the post will give. It’ll fuck up my wrist, but I could get out. It would fucking hurt though.

“I won’t do anything that’ll make you feel like you need to. I just wanted you to realize, if you really needed to, you could take control back.” He plants another soft kiss on my lips and I close my eyes and lie back against the pillow. I put my left wrist up against the post and wait for him to tighten it.

My heart races in my chest. He could do whatever he wants to me now. His grin widens into a gorgeous smile as his eyes roam my body.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, and I instantly obey.

“See, you can be a good girl when you want to.” He climbs on the bed and buries his head between my legs. I moan and arch my back as he sucks my clit into his mouth and massages it with his tongue. His fingers push into me and curl up, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves. He's rough and brutal. His movements are harsh and strike my desire each and every time. My body heats so hot I swear I'm not alright and then the trembling waves start from the pleasure stirring in my center.

My orgasm hits me with a force I’ve never felt before. It comes so quickly, and so forcefully that I wasn’t prepared. I scream and convulse as a white light blinds me and my skin turns to fire. He kisses my thigh, my hip. His rough stubble scratches gently across my sensitive skin and makes my body shudder.

I breathe heavily as I come back down and watch as he sucks on his fingers with a look of pure rapture.

He takes them out of his mouth with a pop and smirks at me. “I told you you’d enjoy it. Now lie back and be a good girl for me. I’ll give you everything you need.”

* * *

W
hen the morning
light shines through the bit of my window not covered by the curtain, I roll over in my bed to avoid the light and reach out to nothing. My eyelids part and I sit up to make sure, but I already know he’s gone. My hand rests where he was last night and it’s cold.

I clench my thighs and feel so fucking sore. My pussy is slightly swollen and the movement sends a shot of need through me. If he was here, I’d want him again.

But he’s not.

I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling not knowing how to feel, or what to think.

I want him, obviously, and our chemistry is undeniable, but I can’t possibly expect anything to come of this. It’s a bad idea to play a man who won’t keep you. I pull the covers tighter around my shoulders and sink back into the warmth of the bed.

I close my eyes and try to ignore it. I’m not in any state to even think about what happened, let alone try to figure out where this is going.

I
can’t believe
I’m here. I’m practically stalking a cop. She looks different today. She’s wearing a cute little sundress. It’s black on top, and white on the bottom, with a bright pink sash separating the two colors around her waist. It looks cute on her. Different, but cute. I watch as she takes off her sunglasses and looks into the window of a sandwich shop. She’s hungry, good. I wanna feed her. I keep watching as she purses her lips and puts the sunglasses back on and walks closer to me, even though she’s on the other side of the street and hasn't even seen me yet.

I’m just waiting for her to feel my eyes on her. I wanna see her reaction. I grin from ear to ear as she stops in her tracks with her head turned in my direction. A smile spreads across her gorgeous lips. That's a good reaction. I see her shoulders relax as she looks down the road, checking for oncoming traffic. She crosses the street and I motion for her to follow me into the shop I’ve been standing out in front of. I don’t want us meeting on the street. We need to be inside for this.

Once I’m sure she knows I'm heading inside, I walk into the coffee shop and sit at a table near the back. No one should really notice us here. No one would recognize me so far from our territory. It’s still a risk, but it’s one I’m willing to take.

“What are you doing here?” she asks in a hushed voice as she sits down. She looks around the restaurant and I let her. I give her a moment to realize it’s alright. Her hair is in a high ponytail, but a small piece has fallen out and it tickles along her collarbone. She turns to look at the customers in line. She looks so fucking beautiful. Her skin has a faint flush to it, and I’m not sure if it’s because of me, or something else. But I’d love to think I caused it.

I wait for her to look at me with those beautiful green eyes full of curiosity. “I had nothing better to do.”

“Nothing better than to follow me around?” Her tone has a bit of admonishment to it. But I know she’s happy. I can tell. And I like that. Her hand is fiddling with the locket hanging from her necklace. I’ve seen her do that before. I wondered back then what’s inside her locket, or who gave it to her. It’s someone important and I want to find out, but now’s not the time.

“Yeah, well, my day job is on hold at the moment.” I watch her eyes widen as I answer her. She didn’t expect me to talk about work, but if we’re planning on fucking, and I sure as hell am, then we need to be blunt and honest.

She noticeably swallows and looks toward the front of the restaurant. “Should you really be telling me that?”

“Are you wired, baby? The last couple of times I’ve checked your clothes, you weren’t.” Her cheeks go bright red, and it’s fucking adorable to see.

“Thomas--” I cut her off before she can finish.

“Tommy. Call me Tommy.” It feels good telling her that. Such a stupid thing. But everyone calls me Tommy. And I want her to do the same. I shouldn’t. I know this is wrong, but I do.

“Tommy, I don’t know about this.” I can hear the worry in her voice.

“What’s there to know?” I shrug, and then lean in a little. “I like fucking you.” My words make her smile even though she’s trying to contain it. “I want what happened last night to happen again.” Her chest rises and falls. Her pupils dilate with desire. I made sure to make up for the squeaky bed last night, and I know she enjoyed herself. I bet she can still feel me buried deep inside her.

“You know we shouldn’t.” Her words are breathy. I know I’ve got her. So long as I want her, she’s mine.

My lips pull into an asymmetric grin as I agree, “Yeah, we shouldn’t. But we’re gonna. 'Cause I’m a bad boy, and you’re a bad girl.”

She bites her lip and rests her elbow on the table, cradling her cheek with her hand. Her forehead pinches with worry. “I don’t know, Tommy.”

“You don’t know what? If you wanna cum on my dick again?”

As I ask the question, a barista walks up with a pad and pen to take our orders. I watch as Tonya’s eyes go wide, and she looks down at her lap like there's something there that's going to save her from embarrassment. I doubt the barista heard because she seems unaffected, but that doesn’t stop Tonya from having a moment.

“Can I get you two anything?” the girl asks in a sweet voice. She’s young. If she heard, I doubt she’d be so calm.

“Yeah, could I have a coffee with cream, a blueberry muffin, a slice of banana nut bread...” I lean back to look at the menu. I figure I might as well order a few different things to see what Tonya likes. “A cake pop, and a cookie too, please.”

“Is all that for you?” Tonya asks.

“I think I'll share with you.” My answer makes her smile shyly. I like this side of her.

“Just a coffee, please. French Vanilla, with cream and sugar.” She likes it sweet. I could've guessed that, but I wouldn't have been shocked if she liked her coffee black, too.

“So, what’s it going to be, Tonya?” I ask as soon as the waitress is out of sight.

She looks down at the table with pursed lips and then back up to me. “Just sex?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I’m quick to answer.

My sweet forbidden bad girl. I want her so fucking bad.

“Okay,” she agrees. My dick stands at full attention and pushes against my zipper. Yes! I can’t fucking wait to be inside her again. It takes everything in me not to bend her over the table and fuck her right here and now.

I play it cool though, leaning back in my seat. “Good.” I keep it simple and let my eyes wander to her breasts. I don’t give a fuck that it’s blatant. She’s mine now. I remember biting down on her nipples and pulling back last night, forcing those moans from her lips. I can’t fucking wait to do it again.

The barista sets a tray down in front of me, and brings me back to the present.

Tonya laughs under her breath and thanks the young girl before she walks away.

“I think you’re drooling, Tommy,” she says with confidence. She shoots me an I-own-your-ass type of look, and I fucking love it. I love how damn confident she is around me.

“I might be.” I lift her hand to my mouth and make a sweet, soft giggle erupt from her lips. This side of her is different. It’s soft and sweet. I like it. Even more, I like that I bring it out of her.

I watch her pick off the little bits of sugar on the top of the muffin and pop them into her mouth. She picks at it for a while and then finally bites into it.

As she takes a bite, she looks up and sees me watching her. She’s quick to cover her mouth as she chews and sets the muffin down. “What?” she asks, still covering her partially full mouth.

I chuckle at her and shake my head as I reply, “Nothing.” It’s cute I guess to watch her eat like that.

She finishes swallowing and takes a sip of coffee before asking me, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

I shake my head. “No, I just thought you may be hungry.”

She smiles sweetly and takes another sip of coffee. “I’m good to go, if you are. I have some errands to run.” She wipes her hands on the napkin and tosses it onto her plate.

I nod my head and reach into my pocket for my wallet.

“You don’t--” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Knock it off, I wanna buy you breakfast.”

“Thank you,” she looks shy as she says it. She downs the rest of her coffee and stands to leave.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” She looks at me for a moment, as though she doesn’t understand. But as I stand she nods obediently. I might call her my bad girl, but she’s so fucking good to me. She just doesn’t know it.