Stolen from the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Alexis Abbott

  And I know our connection, what we feel, won’t go away. Our attraction was always meant to bubble over like this, and I don’t want to fight it.

  “Don’t fight it,” I say, and my mouth meets his once more. I’ve never learned how to kiss, but my tongue probes his lightly, like he’d done to mine, and within a few seconds, I feel him press back in before pulling back.

  “I won’t take advantage of you, after all you’ve been through,” he says, and for a second I think that means he’s going to leave, but instead his mouth encompasses my left breast, taking my nipple in between his teeth. The little spark of pain makes me moan.

  “Ah, that feels good,” I whimper, and he bites down a little bit harder, holding the pressure there until I’m squirming beneath him, my entire body feeling like it’s filled with electricity.

  Max’s other hand cups my right breast, his thumbs sliding over my sensitive nipples so that I inhale sharply, my eyes rolling back in my head. I never knew I could feel this good, this blissful. But when he pinches the other nipple, I can’t help but gyrate my hips a little with excitement.

  “Oh god, Max,” I whimper, and his green eyes look up at me, and seeing him there, sucking on my breast is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. He lets my breast fall from his mouth as he grins at me, as if he’s just figured me out.

  “You like a little bit of pain, malyutka?” he asks, and it sends another shiver down my spine. I don’t answer, and his fingers reach down between my legs, feeling out the source of my heat. “You do like it,” he confirms, rubbing me gently, with only my panties separating us.

  My body certainly does, and I try not to think about what that says about me. As he rubs me, he kisses my neck, my collarbone, my exposed breasts, with every touch feeling so new and different. Some are rougher, and then gentler, and the contrast is driving me mad.

  He lets go of my nipple, all stiff and tingling with sensation, and lets his other hand roam down my body, feeling out along my hip.

  “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, Olivia,” he says, his fingers grazing over my athletic body. I’ve always been a bit self-conscious about my looks, but there’s such earnestness in his voice that I can’t dare question him.

  His fingers pull away from my pussy, and for a second, I think he’s going to leave me. Instead, his fingers work into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down so slowly I think I’m going to die. No one has ever seen me like this, and the way he’s unveiling me, like a Christmas present, is at once scary and mind numbingly hot.

  I watch as he does, as he inhales the scent of my pussy, and the rumble in his chest as he does so.

  “Like a sweet peach,” he says before grinning up at me. “I’m going to take a taste.”

  Before I can say another word, his face is buried between my thighs, and the most sensational pleasure ever is shooting through me. I can’t help but cry out, and it’s so intense, I try to squirm away. His large hands, though, clasp down on my thighs, and with his brute strength, he holds me still and makes me feel the explosive pleasure that I’ve never known.

  “Oh god,” I whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair.

  It’s so intense, especially as he slowly slides one finger inside of me, my pussy clenching tightly around it. I’ve never had anyone inside of me before, in any way. Max drags his tongue in a tantalizing circle around my tight little bundle of nerves while his finger slides in and out, stroking against a part of me I never knew existed.

  It brings a perfect silence to my mind, and everything else drifts away, leaving me to fully experience him and his body as it presses against mine. When I twitch and flinch away he firmly holds me in place, his eyes meeting with mine.

  It’s unlike any other sight in the world. This big, strong Russian man between my slender thighs, his mouth moving over my most private of parts. It looks so sexy that I can’t hold back anymore, and the flood dams open, and I yelp — my first ever orgasm crashes over my body.

  “Khoroshaya devochka,” Max mumbles, his voice thick with need.

  He’s slow to move away, though, making sure every jolt of pleasure has passed through me before he finally sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks down on me. There’s a fire behind his eyes, and excitement that wasn’t there before, as if he’s just now come alive. I like it, and more than that, I like the fact that I made him look so blissful with just my own pleasure.

  His large hands drop to the front of his trousers, his hand hanging there for a second as he studies my face. I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but he seems to have found it in my post-orgasm expression, because his fingers then work his way out of his pants, letting his massive cock spring free.

  I can’t help but stare once more, and this time there’s no shame of spying on him when I wasn’t invited. This time, I can truly appreciate him in his full maleness. It’s so much bigger than when he was in the shower, and it stands erect, bouncing every few moments as his eyes study my body.

  “I’ll go gentle for your first time,” he says, and I nod as I reach out to touch him. It’s so curious, so heated and hard, yet his skin is so soft and ribbed with pulsing veins. His cock jumps at my touch, and I recoil my hand, looking up at him.

  He laughs, not cruelly, and reaches out for my hand once more, guiding it back to him. He wraps my fingers around him, and he must see that being taught what to do eases my tensions, because he begins teaching me how to stroke him.

  Our eyes meet as our hands move up and down his cock, and I can’t help but give him a small, excited smile.

  “Get on your back again,” he says, and I obey, laying my head back on the pillows. “Spread your legs.”

  Again, I obey, and this pleases him. He looks down on my wet, spread pussy, and it sends an illicit thrill through my body.

  “You have the prettiest little pussy,” he says, his voice heavy with lust, and he reaches down, drawing some of my juices up to my clit again. “There’s no going back from this. If you give this to me, we’ll forever be bonded,” he says, and I love the way he says that.

  And I love the idea that we’ll always have a link to one another, something far happier and more fulfilling than him saving me from slavers. This is something I want, something I’m choosing.

  Something I can give him that he desires.

  He grabs hold of his cock as he leans over me, holding himself up on his right arm as he looks me in the eyes. And that’s when I feel it. The head of his cock touches against my virginal opening, and I gasp. He pauses, and I wonder if he’s concerned that I’ve changed my mind. I wrap my arms around his neck, though, and that assuages him enough to begin to sink his full, powerful length within me.

  It feels like so long, yet so short of a time before he’s rested into my depths. I was always warned it would hurt, but it’s just a dull ache, a strange sensation that’s not altogether unpleasant, and when he stills, it quickly fades into a distant memory.

  He groans before his mouth finds mine, my scent still on his lips, filling my nostrils with its strange sweetness. My tongue lashes against his, and with that he pulls back, letting his hips fall back to mine once more, filling me over and over again.

  “Max,” I gasp, my head tilted back into the pillow, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh, you feel so good,” I manage between panted breaths.

  With my encouragement, his pace quickens, his thrusts coming a bit harder, a bit faster, and I gasp, but hold on tighter. I don’t want him to stop.

  He bites my lip, and that little bit of pain excites me, sends me closer to that edge. Already I’m so sensitive from my earlier orgasm that each thrust seems to bring me closer and closer to the precipice. But when he lifts my right leg with his arm, pinning me back and fucking me even deeper, that’s when I start screaming in pleasure.

  I am fit and in shape, but there’s nothing like the power in his thickly coiled muscles, not in me, not in anyone I’ve ever known. He’s all power,
and all that strength is put towards him pistoning into me, driving me into a delirious pleasure-fever as my body heats, my cries grow louder.

  Just as my second orgasm bursts, Max shouts my name and buries himself inside me, holding perfectly still as a stream of his hot seed fills my pussy. It’s so reckless, so dangerous, and so blissful all at once. It makes me feel more alive than I ever have, in all my years. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can compare to this moment.

  We stay this way, panting breathlessly, for several minutes as we slowly come back to reality, and the realization of what line we’ve crossed comes back to us.

  His eyes bore into mine, reflecting the same question back to me…

  Where do we go from here?

  20

  Max

  As I put my clothing from earlier today back on, I can feel Liv’s eyes watching me from the bed, the sheets half-off her naked body, and I know the question is going to come before she can even form it in her mind.

  “You’re planning on leaving me behind, aren’t you?” Her voice is plaintive, but I don’t fail to hear the defiance at the tail end of her words.

  “I need to go back to the manor, Liv,” I say, slipping on a pair of black gloves and making sure my jacket has everything I need in it. “Chechens or no, Felix traced Maggie’s cell phone to that location, and that’s precisely where I need to be. They’re already on high alert after everything that happened during our visit, so I’ll need to be extremely careful.” I look her in the eye even as she starts to stand up. “That means I need to act alone tonight, Liv.”

  “You cannot expect me to sit back and let you walk into whatever you’re walking into without me,” she says incredulously as she pulls her pants and shirt back on, still only half-clothed as she follows after me while I head back into the living room and get the last of my things.

  “You cannot expect me to let you follow me into this deathtrap,” I fire back. “This place is quiet and safe — nobody will be able to find you here, and you can lie low as long as you need to. I’ve put Felix’s number in your phone in case you need to contact him. Do so if you don’t hear back from me by tomorrow morning.”

  “Max—” she starts, but I cut her off.

  “These are men who are past the point of trying to take you back, Liv. If either of us were caught, we’d be killed.” I start towards the door, but she follows at my heels, unrelenting.

  “Exactly! And that’s why I’m not letting you go alone. Max, you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met before, but you can’t take on a manor full of mobsters alone.”

  I turn and raise an eyebrow at her as I’m halfway out the door, the cool night breeze flowing into the little homestead as the moon shines down on the countryside behind me, my form outlined as if on the precipice of heading out into an inky black dreamscape.

  “And you want to do what, come with me into that dark life, Liv? Pick up a gun and start shooting as if you were born doing it? I can’t let you go down that road with me.” Our eyes meet for a painfully long moment before I say, “I care for you far too much for that.”

  She clenches her jaw, unconvinced. “I don’t want to kill anyone, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still help you keep yourself out of trouble!” Before I can respond, she ducks under my arm and zips out the door faster than I realized she could move, dashing for the car in long, bounding strides while I’m left dumbfounded on the doorstep.

  “Liv!” I hiss, walking out after her even as she opens the passenger’s door and clambers in, buckling her seatbelt defiantly and crossing her arms with a smug look on her face that reaches me by the time I arrive at the door.

  “I’m going with you, Max,” she says again, the look in her eyes downright daring me to try and stop her.

  And so I do.

  With a sigh, I reach into the car and unbuckle her seatbelt, trying to get a hold of her. “Hey! What the hell are you doing?!” she exclaims as she wriggles away from me. I manage to get a hold on her hips, but she inexplicably twists away and breaks my grip on her. The same happens when I take her by the wrists, and she puts her feet on the dashboard, squirming out of the way with frustrating ease.

  “I’m not going to — ungh! — let you get killed, Liv!” I say while wrapping my arms around her midsection and pulling her out of the car entirely, but seemingly defying physics, she slithers down and out of my grip as though she were made of rubber, trying to hop back into the passenger’s seat, and by the time I try wrapping my arms around hers and pin them behind her back, I have to slide myself in between her and the door to keep her from getting in, but she still manages to slip a leg around me.

  I’m amazed that she’s able to evade me for so long—I’ve been able to hold onto some of the most muscular men in the Bratva with no problem, and I’ve tussled with hardened killers, but this short girl is keeping away from my grasp as easily as if we were playing a game. Then I remember that she is a world-class gymnast, and I feel a smile tugging at my face while she wrestles with me. I’m trying to keep a grip on living water.

  “Stop that! Hey!” she says in protest as she realizes I’m laughing, and I only catch myself doing so when she points it out. We’re half tangled up in each other against the car door, and I relinquish myself into an embrace with her as we find ourselves locked against each other, and Liv slaps me on the chest plaintively even as we break down into laughter at each other. Finally, I step back, and she looks up at me, defiance mingled with the affection that makes her whole expression light up in the starlight.

  “Alright,” I say at least with a heavy breath, realizing that her tenacity is perhaps a force to be reckoned with, “get in. I’ll need to brief you on a few things on the way over there.” Her expression brightens up like a fireworks display, and we climb into the car, pulling out mere moments later into the evening roads.

  I’m not thrilled with the arrangement, but I’ve just been given an idea about how she can help.

  I bring the car to a stop several blocks away from the manor, and we step out silently, beginning our trek to the estate like a pair of shadows among the French architecture. I have to glance over my shoulder a few times as we walk to make sure Liv is still behind me, and each time, I see her shining eyes looking back up at me, never deviating from her pace, even if my trained ears can’t hear her.

  She’s good at keeping quiet. Whether she’s as skilled at maneuvering through the compound once we arrive is another matter entirely.

  “The space behind the manor is somewhat wooded,” I explain as we approach, “that’s why we’re moving around the edge of the grounds. Any other route, and they’ll spot us from a mile away. We’re only here to scope the place out tonight.”

  “We aren’t rescuing Maggie?” she whispers, incredulous.

  “If we go in blind, we’ll be killed within minutes,” I say. “I spent days, sometimes weeks learning the patterns of my targets and their guards when I carried out my work for the Bratva. I consider this a rush job.”

  “And if they spot us?” she whispers back after a tense pause.

  “Keep moving, don’t worry about me. If your legs can carry you as fast as I saw earlier, you won’t have trouble outmaneuvering them. Disappear into the city and take a cab to drive around for a while, then head to your old university dorm once you’re sure nobody is tailing you. I’ll wait for you there.”

  “If we get caught,” she clarifies.

  “If we get caught,” I affirm.

  Once we’re up to the wooded area and moving up on the manor walls, Liv moves up ahead of me quickly and silently, making less sound than a fox sneaking around a guard dog. I watch her nimbly make her way a short distance up a tree nearby, squinting up at the walls of the villa while I crouch nearby. Her brow furrows, and she slithers back down to my side.

  “No guards on the walls,” she reports, and I blink in surprise, looking up there myself to confirm her statement. I don’t have as good a view as she did, but it looks like she’s right. I nod for us to pr
oceed, and we sneak up to the base of the walls, where the ivy wafts above us in the breeze, moonlight catching on their broad leaves, but not a sound of footsteps can be heard up on the walls, nor the chatter of men on guard duty beyond.

  Frowning, Liv glances at a tree that sways just next to the walls, and before I can stop her, she starts shimmying up the branches as if she were born in the trees. I look on in no little wonder at her body.

  Despite being so small and fragile, she’s remarkably nimble and dexterous, even for gymnastics students of her caliber. I give a smile, proud of her for being so quick to adapt her natural talents and hard-earned skill to a new environment so quickly. And as she moves, I admire her lithe legs all the way up to her ass, and I feel the lust for her I felt just a couple of hours ago back at our hideout. My mind starts to swim with the wrongness of it all — I slept with my student, a girl already in a new country and a desperate situation.

  She put her life into my hands, and I made her mine.

  And when she looks down and smiles at the look I’m giving her from below, I know we both crave more. For right or for wrong, there’s no going back, and there’s not an ounce of me that wants to. Hearing her sweet moans, seeing her body writhe against mine... it was the sweetest pleasure my life has ever known.

  Then my heart nearly stops as I watch her push off the tree and catch herself on the edge of the wall, no fear in her eyes. She peeks up over the edge and looks around, but I hear no sounds of shouting, no gunshots, and no frenzy for Liv to scramble back down. Instead, she turns and hisses a whisper back down to me.

  “Empty!”

  I pause, staring up at her. “...empty?”

  “Completely,” she says, “nobody on the walls or the courtyard, not even the balconies.”

  My first thought is of ambush. But how could they anticipate our arrival, and what kind of ambush would entail all of them leaving the grounds like this? Something sits very sourly with me, and I gesture for Liv to get down.