by B. B. Hamel
“That’s right. I’m going to fuck that cunt and you’ll be quiet, because your pussy is mine.”
“Yes,” she said softly.
I began to thrust harder, deeper. I pulled her hair back and she let out a choked moan. For a second I thought it was too loud, and so I slapped her ass hard.
We paused, listening.
“Still sleeping,” I whispered, beginning to slowly fuck her again.
“Oh my god, this is so hard,” she moaned.
“Good,” I said. “I want it to be work. Work for that fucking cock.”
She clutched the door, biting back another moan as I began to fuck her again, thrusting deep, pressing myself hard between her legs. I reached around her thigh and began to rub her clit as I ground my cock deep inside her.
She took my cock and rocked her hips. The only thing on my mind was her body, her pussy gripping my cock, her smell, everything her. I wanted her badly, wanted to come deep inside her, making her pussy mine. I fucked her harder, deeper, my whole body becoming tense with desire as I fucked her deeper.
She took my cock and rolled her hips, working herself back against me. She stayed quiet, though she couldn’t help but release these tiny, soft moans that only made me so much fucking harder. The baby was across the room and couldn’t see or hear any of this, but I knew if she let loose with how she really wanted to moan, then he’d wake up.
But I wanted to get her off before that happened. I wanted to make her body tense and sweat. I wanted her mind to go blank as the orgasm rolled through her body.
I fucked her deeper, harder, grabbing her hips. She rolled with it, legs spread wide, hands pressed against the wall. I could see her knuckles turning white from the effort of keeping silent. I grabbed her hair, tipping her chin up.
“Come on my cock, girl,” I whispered. “Come nice and quiet.”
“Oh my god, I’m so close,” she whispered.
“Take that thick cock. I love fucking you like this, making your body mine. I love grabbing this fucking ass while I take your cunt.”
“Keep going,” she whispered.
“I love making this pussy mine. You’re so fucking wet, and you take my big cock like you fucking need it. God I love this fucking body, you dirty girl. I love your perfect cunt.”
I rubbed her clit again, fucking her harder, faster. Her hips moved with me, bucking back against me. We were beginning to get louder, forgetting about the kid, and that was fine.
She was close, and we both knew it. Small, choked moans came from her while she struggled to stay quiet. It was driving me fucking wild that she worked so hard to keep silent as I fucked her pussy rough and deep.
My fingers kept working her clit, her soaking wet pussy taking my cock, as I fucked her rough.
I felt her whole body stiffen.
“Oh shit, Vince,” she moaned. “I’m coming. Oh my god, I’m coming.”
I began to fuck her with wild abandon, thrusting deep and rough. I didn’t hold back anymore as she came, her whole body tensing. Her moans were soft as her whole body tensed. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock as she came.
And I fucked her like an animal. That shit drove me absolutely wild. I loved that she was taking my cock, coming on my big dick while she worked so hard to stay quiet. She did what I wanted her to because her cunt was mine, my fucking tight pussy to fuck.
It tipped me over the edge, watching her come so silently. I grunted as the orgasm took over me too, and I came deep inside her pussy.
I thrust deep, hard, coming fire inside her tight pussy. My mind was nothing but pleasure, pure fucking bliss, and Kaley’s body ringing through my brain.
“Fuck,” I grunted as both our orgasms slowed. “Oh fuck, Kaley.”
“Vince,” she gasped.
“That was fucking good,” I whispered in her ear, and she laughed.
“Yeah, it was. Oh shit.”
Across the room, Alexei started to cry.
“Guess we woke him up after all,” I said, grinning.
“Your fault,” she said. “I was being quiet.”
“No, you weren’t.” I stepped back and away from her, sliding myself out of her pussy. “You were moaning like you couldn’t think.”
“I couldn’t think, that’s true,” she said, laughing. She pulled her shorts on quickly and then walked over to Alexei, picking him up and rocking him.
I pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash and then got dressed.
That girl was too fucking much. I couldn’t even stop myself from fucking her right there in the living room, maybe fifteen feet away from our baby.
My baby, my baby’s mother. I watched her talk softly to Alexei, her face flushed, her hair messy, and she looked so fucking beautiful. It was strange, the feeling in my chest. I’d never felt that way about a woman before, never wanted to just watch her with a smile on my face before.
And yet as she rocked Alexei, that was all I wanted, just to sit there and watch the two of them.
It was fucking strange as hell.
I shook my head. “I’ll leave you to it,” I said.
She nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
“I have some work to do. I’ll come back later.”
“Okay.”
I gave her a look and then walked over and kissed Alexei on the head.
I couldn’t read her face as I turned and left the room.
I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, kissing babies. It wasn’t me, wasn’t like me at all, and yet there I was wanting nothing more than to kiss that fucking baby and then fuck his mother until she couldn’t stand.
The whole thing was insane. I needed to get my head right for this war, not obsess about some baby.
Yet as I headed back to my office, I couldn’t help but think about Kaley’s sweet pussy wrapped around my hard dick.
25
Kaley
Vince didn’t come back at all that day.
I hadn’t really expected him to. He’d left pretty fast after we were finished fucking, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’d been trying to get away from me.
But it didn’t matter either way. I was trying not to care about any of that, about what Vince was or was not thinking. The only thing I needed was for Alexei to be safe, and beyond that I couldn’t let myself worry.
The next morning, I got my usual breakfast. Sonya came by early and picked up Alexei, saying that I needed a break. I suspected that someone in the family had sent her, though she never admitted to that.
So while I hated that someone was taking Alexei, I knew he was in goods hands with Sonya. The Italians were mobsters, not monsters; they wouldn’t hurt a little baby. I let myself relax in the quiet of the morning, sipping a single cup of coffee and eating breakfast.
It was a simple luxury I knew not many single mothers got. So few of us got the chance to sit down and enjoy a quiet meal, and I tried my best to really feel present and to enjoy it. Being a mother was a full-time job, and so many mothers had to work another job on top of that.
Which was exactly why I was trying not to think about Vince or about the war. I didn’t want to waste my very rare quiet time on worries that wouldn’t help anything or anyone.
Of course, I couldn’t really help it.
My mind kept roaming back to Vince. I kept thinking about what had happened yesterday. I didn’t know what had come over me, why I’d suddenly felt the need to jump him like that. It was a combination of his normal, handsome, cocky nature and the fact that he had taken care of Alexei.
There was just something so incredibly sexy about that. He’d somehow gotten Alexei to take a nap, and although it was pretty short-lived, it drove me wild imagining him taking care of Alexei. I knew Vince wasn’t the father type, but it gave me hope that maybe he would try to be in Alexei’s life anyway.
Just as soon as I let myself indulge in thinking about Vince and his strong arms, someone knocked at the door.
I felt a thrill run down my spine. Maybe it
was Vince, coming back for more. Maybe he had Sonya take Alexei just so he could make me moan as loudly as he wanted.
“Come in,” I called out.
The door opened, and Louisa stepped in.
I glanced down at the ground to compose myself. I didn’t want her to see the disappointment.
If she did or not, she didn’t say anything about it.
“Come with me,” she said.
“Uh, hi, Louisa,” I said.
“Hi. Come with me.”
Lou was wearing an oversized T-shirt and tapered sweatpants. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a day or two. She was totally stunning.
“Where are we going?”
“Just come.”
I stood up. “Okay, okay. Hold on.” I quickly went back into the bedroom and got changed. I could hear her pacing around out in the living room while she waited.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Lead the way.”
Without another word she turned and left my rooms. I followed her through the twisting passageways, down a few flights of stairs, and out the back door of the mansion.
We wound our way along the road that twisted through the compound’s center, heading away from the house.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked her.
“This way.” She cut off the main road and across a short field. There was a small outcropping of trees up ahead on top of a small hill, and Louisa took us right toward them.
“Are you about to kill me or something?” I asked her jokingly.
“Just watch.”
We got into the trees and Louisa stopped. She crouched down and looked forward, and I got down beside her.
Just ahead we could see the guard station at the base of the road. There were more people down there than usual, and all of them were heavily armed.
“A lot of guns,” I commented. “Not that weird though, since we’re supposed to be in a war.”
“We?” she asked.
“You, whatever.”
She shrugged at me. “Just wait.”
I sighed, a little frustrated. Louisa wasn’t the best conversationalist in the world, and so we sat there in silence just watching the road. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I figured I’d know it when I saw it.
After a few minutes of waiting, I caught sight of a large semi-truck coming down the road. It slowed and turned up toward the compound’s gates. All of the men down there were suddenly on high alert, their guns pointed and ready.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“Watch.”
“Is this normal?”
She shushed me, and so I watched as the truck pulled up to the gate. It stopped, and for a second, nothing happened.
It was a tense second. The men with guns stared and the truck simply sat there, unmoving. Finally, the driver’s door opened and a man climbed out. I couldn’t see him from this distance, but quickly the Italians swarmed him, pulling him aside.
What happened next happened fast. The Italians tore through that truck, checking every single inch of it. They went through the back, the front, the bottom, the top, every single inch of it. Meanwhile, the driver just stood there and watched passively, smoking a cigarette.
“So it’s a shipment,” I said. “I bet the mansion gets them every day.”
“Not just any shipment,” Louisa said.
“What’s in it?”
“You’ll see.”
“Why are you being so mysterious?”
She stared at me. “Because I want you to see and to understand.”
“Okay,” I said softly. Louisa was strangely intense.
Although then again, she was always strange and intense. Right now she was just being both at the same time.
Finally, the men finished searching the truck. Someone got up front and began to drive it up the road while the driver simply began to walk away.
The men let him go. He got to the main road and just kept walking, eventually disappearing from sight.
“Come on,” Lou said.
She quickly started walking back the way we’d come, but this time going the long way. We followed the tree line toward the mansion, not walking out in the open. Up ahead, I watched the truck pull around toward the back of the building, and I knew where Lou was taking me.
A few minutes later, we were crouched not far away from the truck. I watched them slowly unload the contents without any comment.
The truck was full of guns. Lots of guns. And not the sort of guns you could buy at some store, but military-looking guns. Serious firepower was being unloaded from the truck, thousands and thousands of dollars worth of guns and ammunition and who knew what else. Most of it was packed away in crates, but it was clear what was inside.
After a few minutes of watching, suddenly my heart skipped a beat. Rafa and Vince appeared from inside and began giving orders, inspecting the goods.
Vince. He was involved with this gun thing. These guns must be for the war, for killing my family members. I felt anger welling up in my chest.
“Why are you showing me this?” I asked Louisa.
“You should see it.”
“But why?” I snapped. “What does this prove?”
“You should understand what’s happening.”
“I get it. There’s a war.”
She pointed. “Those guns are meant to kill your family, and they might get my family killed. I want you to see it.”
“And do what?” I asked her, angry. “I can’t do a thing about this.”
“No, you can’t.”
“You want me to turn myself in to my family? I won’t do that.”
“I know that.”
“Then what do you want?”
She stared at me. “I want you to see.”
Before I could yell at her some more, she turned and simply walked away.
I stared at her back as she slowly disappeared behind some buildings, frustration running through my chest. I had no clue what she wanted or what her motives were, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t control my family, much less the Italians. I couldn’t stop them from killing each other, and showing me those guns did nothing but upset me.
I’d thought Lou was my friend. I’d thought she was on my side. But that was stupid. All of these people were my enemies in some way or another. Nat had warned me that people were angry with me, but I had never imagined Louisa would be one of those people.
But Lou didn’t seem like the type to purposefully try to hurt someone.
None of it made sense, and it only hurt me to see Vince unloading those guns and checking them, probably imagining himself killing my family members.
I turned and walked away. There was nothing I could do, and watching wouldn’t solve anything.
I wanted to call Soph so badly, but I couldn’t. I had nobody I could talk to. Natalie was nice to me, but she was still Louisa’s sister-in-law. I couldn’t go to her, couldn’t go to Vince, couldn’t go to anyone.
I was alone, so very alone.
I walked off in search of Sonya. I wanted to see the only person in my life who truly relied on me and would never mislead me.
Alexei, my son, the only decent thing I had left.
26
Vince
Part of me was surprised Bao came through. I’d had plenty of good business dealings with the Chinese in the past, but something had just felt off about the whole thing to me.
It wasn’t until the guns were docked at the mansion and we began to unload the stuff that I felt okay. Sure, I’d taken a big fucking financial loss to get these things, and in the long run I’d likely only break even, but this was huge for the war.
Rafa cracked open a case of weapons and picked up a rifle. He looked down the sights, checked the parts, and nodded.
“Stuff’s in good shape, boss,” he said.
“Looks that way.”
“We’ll test it out, but I think Bao came through.”
I nodded. “I think so too.�
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I picked up a gun and sighted it. A lot of men were going to be killed with these weapons, and many of them were likely related to Kaley.
Fucking Kaley. I had no idea what I was doing with that girl, let alone with our baby.
But for a little bit there yesterday, I had felt normal. I’d felt like a regular fucking guy doing regular fucking dad shit. I’d held the baby, rocked him, even fucking sang to him at one point. It was completely bizarre and weird as hell. And then he fell asleep in my arms and I was able to get him down into his crib.
Then what happened next, of course. It made my cock hard just thinking about the way Kaley had squirmed under my touch.
I wanted her again, wanted her fucking badly. And here I was, unloading weapons, thinking about how best to murder her family.
Not that I had any other choice. The other bosses were gearing up and getting ready, and I couldn’t look weak around my men. I had to be prepared to break some fucking skulls, especially after they attacked me first.
I pulled the trigger. The hammer fell with a click. I nodded at Rafa. “Get some of this shit ready for our guys. We’re going out for a run tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow. “A run?”
“Yeah. We’re going to kill some of those Russian fucks.”
He grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.”
I patted him on the shoulder and headed back into the mansion.
I needed to start planning this attack now, before I got too distracted by anything else. I was already borderline out of the game, and I needed to get my head right.
I went back to my office, shutting the door behind me. As I turned around, I nearly pulled my gun from my belt out of surprise.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Waiting for you,” Kaley said.
She was sitting behind my desk, leaning back in my chair. Her face was set hard, and she didn’t look like this was a fun visit.
“I have work to do.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “I don’t really care.”
“What do you need?” I crossed my arms and stood in front of the desk.
“I saw what you were doing.”