Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I reached around her hips and began to rub her clit as I slammed myself into her. She moved her hips back, bucking her ass against me, working herself as I fucked her deep and hard.

  She took my cock like she needed nothing else. I pulled her hair roughly and fucked her harder.

  “You make me so dirty,” she moaned.

  “Why do you let me fuck you so hard?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Because I need it,” she said.

  “That’s right, because you’re a fucking bad girl. You’re dirty for me, and you love it.”

  “Oh my god, I love it,” she moaned. “I love your cock, Vince.”

  I fucked her hard, pulling her hair, slamming myself into her. I loved the feeling of her full ass against me as I fucked her from behind, her breasts pressed together as she steadied herself on the table.

  Suddenly she adjusted herself and turned around, moving me back. I stepped away, sliding out of her, and she pushed me toward the couch.

  I grinned at her. “You eager girl,” I said. “Taking charge.”

  “Come on,” she panted. “Please.”

  I sat back on the couch and she straddled me. I grabbed her hips and slowly guided her down my cock. She slid down my hard shaft slowly, moaning, throwing her hair back.

  “Yes,” she groaned. “Oh fuck, yes.”

  She began to slide up and down my length like that, riding me, her soaking pussy gripping my big cock. I filled her every inch and loved it, loved having her full breasts in my face as she began to slide up and down me.

  “Take that cock,” I said. “Ride that fucking cock, girl. I want to make you come all over my big dick.”

  “Fuck, Vince. I’m so close. I can feel it. I can feel you deep inside me.”

  “Filling up every inch,” I said.

  She began to work her hips, twisting and riding my cock, sliding herself up and down along my length. I slapped her ass hard as she rode me, moaning wildly, her head thrown back, her hands on my shoulders.

  She slammed back, rolling her hips. I loved the way she worked that ass. It felt fucking amazing on my cock. Every inch of her skin was amazing, fucking perfect. I wanted to fuck her pussy deep, ruin her dress, make her never forget this cock.

  She continued riding, twisting, working her hips and ass. “Fuck, Vince. I’m so close. Oh my god, I’m going to come.”

  “Say please,” I said, thrusting deep inside her.

  “Please, please, please let me come,” she moaned, begging.

  I fucked her, letting her ride me, getting into her rhythm.

  She moaned loudly. “Vince, oh my god, Vince, fuck me, Vince, fuck me.”

  I worked with her and watched as she came. Her whole body stiffened, her head thrown back, her mouth open. I pressed deeper and deeper inside her, taking over the work as she came. I grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as I fucked her, the orgasm taking over her body.

  The look on her face drove me fucking crazy. I could feel my own fucking orgasm coming, my balls heavy with cum for her. I fucked her harder and her moans pushed me over the edge. I held her arms back as I kept fucking her, rough and hard, unrelenting with my cock. She took my every inch, and I came deep inside her.

  “Oh fuck,” I grunted. “This pussy is amazing. I’m going to fill you up.”

  “Fuck me, Vince,” she responded.

  I kept thrusting, coming deep inside her.

  She groaned, moaning, working her hips, as our orgasms slowly ended together.

  She collapsed forward onto me, gasping and panting. We were covered in sweat, her dress totally ruined from it.

  “That was incredible,” she said. “Oh my god.”

  “Yeah” was all I could say.

  We sat there together on the couch, her body pressed forward against mine, my arms around her. I panted slowly and loved the feeling of coming down with her.

  It was fucking incredible, pure animal lust. And already as we sat there, I kept thinking about how much I wanted more.

  The mother of my fucking baby, the daughter of a dangerous Russian mobster.

  Things had gotten so twisted, so complicated. There was a war going on out there at that very moment, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  The only thing I cared about was Kaley and her body pressed against mine.

  And getting that pussy again, harder, deeper.

  17

  Kaley

  Vince had to leave soon after, but the thought of him just kept lingering in my mind for the rest of the afternoon.

  His body pressed against mine, the way he handled me, rough but tender, strong and powerful and more. His smell even drove me insane, which I’d never experienced before. Vince was someone unlike I’d ever seen before, a totally new type of someone. He was rough and hard, made my knees feel dizzy, my stomach knot in nerves.

  And he was the father of my son. I knew it of course, but now he knew it too.

  But I didn’t know what that meant. Vince wasn’t the fathering type, wasn’t the loving kind of man. He was hard and lived a hard life full of danger. He clearly didn’t want a kid, let alone a kid with some random Russian girl.

  I was looking out the window, rocking Alexei in my arms, when I heard a knock at the door.

  “Come in,” I called out.

  The door slowly opened. “Hi,” Louisa said.

  She looked disheveled, even more so than usual.

  “Hi, Louisa.”

  She took a step into my room. She looked almost like a frightened animal, ready to bolt at any second. “Can I ask you a favor?”

  “Sure,” I said.

  “I need you to help me translate something. You speak Russian, right?”

  “A little bit,” I said, “but I’m rusty.”

  “Good enough.”

  She turned to leave.

  “Wait,” I said. “I have to watch Alexei.”

  She stopped and looked at me. “Right. The kid.”

  “Want to hold him?”

  “No,” she said simply.

  I laughed. “Okay. Hold on. I’ll call Sonya.”

  “Come to my room.”

  She turned and left, shutting the door behind her.

  What a strange girl. At least she was going to distract me from wondering what the hell was going on between Vince and me. I picked up the phone and called down to Sonya, and fortunately she was free.

  Ten minutes later, I was standing outside Louisa’s door. I knocked, but I didn’t hear any response. I waited a few minutes, knocked a few more times, but heard nothing.

  Finally, I tried the handle. The door was unlocked. I pushed it open.

  Her living room was chaotic, covered in computer parts, stuff flung all over the place. She was hunched over a computer monitor in the corner of the room wearing enormous headphones. I walked over to her and tried to catch her attention.

  Finally, I tossed a balled-up piece of paper at her, hitting her in the back. She nearly jumped out of her seat.

  “Oh,” she said when she saw me. “I almost forgot about you.”

  “What are you doing?” I asked her.

  “Sit.” She nodded at a chair. I pulled it up and sat down next to her.

  I couldn’t understand a word of what she was reading on her screen. It was just a black background with green text scrolling past endlessly. She somehow seemed to know what was going on, because every once in a while she would type out a flurry of letters and commands. Every few minutes she stopped the movement and pointed at a word. “What’s this?” she asked.

  “Uh,” I said, “I think that’s the word for an albatross.”

  “Big bird?”

  “Yeah. Sea bird.”

  She nodded and went back to the computer.

  I didn’t think I’d ever seen someone with such concentration before. It was almost like I wasn’t there at all. She wasn’t distracted by me reading over her shoulder, and she really even hardly seemed to realize I was there at all.

  Suddenly she sto
pped again and pointed. “This?”

  “Duck,” I said.

  “Duck? Quack quack?”

  I nodded seriously. “Quack quack.”

  She went back to the computer.

  We went like that back and forth for a half hour. I was way too mesmerized by her to really ask what was happening. I got the sense that she was trying to decipher a message of some sort, and a lot of it was in Russian. There was a bunch of computer code, and I couldn’t understand a word of it.

  Finally, she sat back in her chair. “Okay. Finished.”

  “Finished what?”

  She looked at me and suddenly seemed to realize that I had been watching that whole time.

  “You don’t know what just happened?”

  “No, not at all,” I said, laughing.

  “Why didn’t you ask?”

  “You looked too serious.”

  She nodded. “I was serious.”

  “Well, what was it?”

  “Kaley, you just witnessed the first skirmish in the war.”

  I cocked my head at her and then started laughing. I thought she was joking, but she didn’t smile.

  “Okay, you’ll have to explain that.”

  “Some Russians were trying to break into our computer systems. They went by weird nicknames. That was what you were translating for me.”

  “Ah,” I said. “That makes sense. Those words were mostly slang.”

  “Slang for animals?”

  “Sure. There’s plenty of that sort of thing in Russian.”

  “Well, they were trying to hack us, so I caught them in a little trap and let them play around while I analyzed their movements.”

  “Wow,” I said. “You run the network here?”

  She shrugged. “Not officially.”

  “What?”

  “I’m not allowed to be a part of the mafia,” she said. “My father forbade it. He’s stuck in a different time.”

  “I can relate to that,” I said softly.

  “Yes, I know.” She stretched and rolled her neck. “But I run the system here anyway. I’m good with computers.”

  “That’s really amazing,” I said. “Did you win?”

  She stared at me. “Of course I won.”

  “Oh. Good.”

  She turned back to her computer and began typing again, almost as if she had forgotten I was there. I sat and watched her for a minute and then stood up.

  “Okay, well, if you don’t need me anymore?”

  She didn’t even react.

  “Bye, Lou,” I said.

  Nothing.

  I laughed as I walked away. She was such a strange girl.

  But something was bugging me as I left her room. If that really had been the first skirmish, a cyber attack, then the war was real and really happening.

  That meant my family was in danger.

  I got my cell phone from my pocket and unlocked it. I quickly dialed Soph’s number, leaning up against the wall behind a gaudy statue.

  She answered on the second ring. “Kaley? Are you okay?”

  “Hi, Soph,” I said. “I’m fine. I called to ask how you’re doing.”

  “Oh my god, I’ve been so worried.”

  “Why?”

  “Your dad’s been going around telling everyone that you were kidnapped, and that the Italians are threatening to hurt you.”

  “Shit,” I said. “No, Soph. It’s nothing like that.”

  She let out a breath. “I’ve been so worried. I thought something had happened since we last spoke.”

  “No, nothing happened. Well, actually, we got the paternity test back. Vince is the real father.”

  “That’s great,” she said. “But why does your dad keep saying you’re in danger?”

  “Because our two families are going to war.”

  “Shit,” she said. “Really?”

  “Really. They’re using me as an excuse, Soph. But Dad knows full well that if he just lets me keep Alex, then I’d come home tomorrow.”

  “Nobody is mentioning him, you know.”

  “What?”

  “Nobody is talking about Alexei. It’s creepy, like he doesn’t exist anymore. I asked my mom about him and she just shook her head like I shouldn’t say anything else.”

  I bit my lip, worried. That was not a good sign at all. I didn’t know what my father would do to me if I had to go back to my people, but clearly he was never going to accept Alexei. He was such a stubborn man, so unwilling to bend when he was clearly in the wrong. And he was wrong to try to separate a mother from her baby.

  “What do I do, Soph?”

  “Stay where you are,” she warned. “I don’t like what’s happening here. Keep Alexei there and stay safe.”

  “Okay. I’ll try. I don’t know how long they’re going to let me stay here.”

  “But Vince will help you, right? I mean, he is the father and knows it now.”

  “Yeah, he knows it.”

  “He’ll help. He has to.”

  “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “He’s not the type of man to be a father.”

  “Shit. I have to go.”

  “Okay.”

  “Stay there, Kaley. Stay safe. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  “Bye.” But she had already hung up.

  I took a deep breath. I hadn’t really considered what was going on back home yet. I had assumed the men were preparing for this war and life was going on otherwise unchanged.

  But now I realized something more important. My father had disowned me.

  Sure, he acted like everything he was doing was to get me home. He pretended like this war was to save me or something like that.

  But he had my cell number. He could call me any time.

  Instead, he talked a big game about bringing me home but never mentioned Alexei. And he knew I wasn’t coming home without my baby.

  I was finished at home. It sank in and hit me hard all at once. I was finished at home and I was never going back.

  The first shots had been fired, even if they were digital shots. But the war was on, and I had no home.

  I stood there breathing deeply, trying to keep myself under control.

  Suddenly I had a huge urge to go see Alexei.

  I pushed myself up off the wall and walked quickly back to my room, to my son, the boy I would never, ever abandon.

  18

  Vince

  War needed money.

  That was just a fact.

  If you wanted to run a successful war, you needed money. You needed guns and loyalty and the ability to pay off the cops and the mayor and much, much more.

  But you couldn’t do a thing without money. That was what kept the troops loyal, the blood flowing, the bullets flying.

  We drove in a convoy of three big black SUVs. Rafa was driving our car, with me up front and two thugs in the back.

  We pulled up to the drop site. It was late, around one in the morning, and the parking garage was completely empty. We pulled our cars up and got out in force, armed to the teeth and ready for any shit.

  The Latino gang, they called themselves the Rollers, and they were late. Under normal circumstances that wouldn’t be a big deal, but we were in a war, and who knew what the Russians were going to do.

  So my guys were edgy when the Rollers finally showed up.

  They came in two beat-up muscle cars. They pulled in slowly and parked and then climbed out. I recognized their leader, Carlos, but not the two other guys.

  I stepped forward. “Carlos, you’re late.”

  “Whatever, man. We had car trouble.”

  I laughed. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, man, seriously.” He gave one of his guys a look. “Fucking asshole forgot to get it inspected.”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “Glad you made it at least.”

  “You got what we came for?”

  “We do. You have the money?”

  Carlos gestured at the guy next to him, who was carrying a briefcase. He popped
it open.

  It was full of cash.

  “Good,” I said. I gestured to Rafa. He walked forward with a duffel bag and tossed it over to Carlos.

  Carlos caught it and opened it up. He pulled out a kilo brick and smiled. “This is why I like you fucking white boys,” he said. “No jokes, just the shit in a bag.”

  “Money,” I said.

  Carlos nodded to his boy, and the guy slid the briefcase over to us.

  I stopped it with my foot and then picked it up. I checked it quickly, and it looked to be all there.

  “If you’re short, we know where to find you,” I said.

  “Same to you, man.”

  I smiled at him. “Nice doing business with you.”

  Carlos nodded, turned, and the whole group got back into their shitty fucking cars. They pulled out and left.

  “Easy,” Rafa said.

  “Yeah, it was.”

  I had a strange feeling in my gut, but it was over. We had the cash, and the Russians hadn’t made a move. I gestured at the guys and they got back into the cars.

  We pulled out, heading down the garage. Our car was in the back, following the other two.

  That feeling kept nagging at me. Why had that been so easy? Even when we weren’t in a war, Carlos always made shit difficult. But this time he had been accommodating as hell.

  I shook my head. It didn’t matter. We were done and we had the money. I glanced down at the briefcase at my feet.

  The caravan got to the bottom of the garage and started to turn back out into the street. The first two glided out into the street, and we began to follow.

  Then I heard the scream of wheels. I had enough time to look up before a truck smashed into the side of us.

  I was rocketed forward but was saved by my seatbelt. One of the assholes in the backseat wasn’t so lucky, and he went flying forward, smashing his face into the front dash.

  My ears were ringing and I felt completely dazed.

  “Boss,” Rafa yelled.

  There was the pop of gunfire. I watched Rafa pull out his weapon and start shooting. I was dazed, my head spinning. The other thug in the backseat pulled his weapon and began to fire as well.