Killing for Her: A Mafia Hitman Romance

by Alexis Abbott

  All around the room, there’s a faint sigh of defeat. I’m not bluffing, either. I attended boarding school with the mayor’s granddaughter for several years. After some quick, efficient diplomacy, I have the mayor’s personal cell on speed dial. And from the looks of resignation on the faces of my associates, they know I’m telling the truth.

  “Well, I think that’s more than enough for our first meeting. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you all,” I say brightly. “You’re dismissed. Have a wonderful afternoon. Oh, and boys? Watch your backs.”

  Nikolai

  In the dead of night, I return to our penthouse that overlooks the water pulling my sleek black car into the driveway and stepping into the elevator that takes me up the many floors to my love.

  My muscles are still relaxing from the thrill of the job. It has been a long night, but it never wears on me anymore like it used to. Now, I feel that every step I take is in the right direction.

  I am a killer. That much will never change.

  But now, I’m killing for her.

  I unlock our door and step inside, listening to the bolt locks click into place behind me as I step into the dark room.

  “Is it done?” a voice asks me, a voice sweeter than honey and more delicate than fresh snow—Ana’s voice. I look up to see her silhouette lounging on the couch, and I flick the light on to see her reclining, smiling up at me with those full lips, her soft figure still wearing the evening gown she wore to some dinner or other for business this evening.

  It has been a busy few months, solidifying her place at the top of the food chain in Brighton Beach’s bratva. But Ana is a natural, whether she wants to admit it or not. And the more she grows into her new role, the more she seems to know it, at least privately.

  “Quickly and quietly,” I say, “as always. A single shot to the head while on his yacht. I saw him hit the ground before I left the scene. I was seen by no one.”

  Her face melts into a genuine smile.

  “It’s over, then? That was the last of them?”

  “There are no other Ovechkin loyalists holding out against you,” I say, “as far as I know, at least. We should stay sharp, as always.”

  “I would expect nothing less from you,” she purrs as I approach her and loom over her form sprawled on the couch. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate.”

  “Is that an order, madam?” I ask, smiling as I start to strip my jacket off and toss it aside, feeling my cock swelling already at the sight of my love.

  “I think I’ve had my fill of giving orders today,” she says, stretching out, and before she can even finish the action, I scoop her up into my arms and lift her up effortlessly. She slides her hands around the back of my neck and pulls herself up to kiss me while I carry her to the bedroom, feeling my heart pound harder for my girl.

  “You’re right,” I growl before I set her on the bed and straddle her without another moment’s preparation. “Let’s take some of that control out of your hands, shall we?”

  She squirms under my legs, and I reach down to stroke her hair with these large, powerful hands of mine—hands that have killed very recently.

  I have spent the past few weeks taking care of all of our enemies—all of Ana’s enemies, now that she is taking control of the power structure her father risked destroying for so many years. Together, we will run New York City better than any of those old monsters ever could. As long as my body serves me, I will be her muscle, and she will be the face of a brighter future than we could ever hope for.

  I bend down and kiss those soft, pouting lips that I fell in love with at first sight, and I their warmth fills me as she puts a hand to my face and strokes it. It trails down to my body, and she tugs at my shirt, silently begging me to take it off.

  I oblige, sliding the fabric over my head and behind me before I take off my belt, watching her with a cruel smile. I take her wrists as she watches me carefully, and I tie her hands to the headboard, restraining her gently yet firmly. Once that’s done, I reach over to the nightstand and slide it open, taking out a small strip of black silk.

  “I wanted to make you mine from the moment I saw you, Ana,” I say, “but I never thought you would hold these kinds of tastes in that innocent heart of yours.”

  I blindfold Ana while a smile curls her lip up, and she laughs softly.

  “Nothing I’d entertain if it weren’t for you,” she says, a blush coming to her lips. “It flashed in my mind when we saw each other first. You had this kind of...energy around you. I wanted it. I wanted you to take me somewhere private and claim me while we still had our clothes on, Nikolai.”

  The thought makes my cock twitch in my pants, and I unbutton them, letting my shaft spring forth and feel the cool air of our apartment as I glower down at my captive woman. My big hand goes to my cock and strokes it thoughtfully as I growl.

  “If you knew half the things I wanted to do to you when we first saw each other,” I say in a husky tone, “you would fear me, my love.”

  “I already fear you,” she breathes. “And I love every second of it.”

  My hands run up and down her body, feeling the expensive fabric of her dress and grasping her figure, feeling my body get hungrier for her with each passing moment. Neither of us want to wait around. Sometimes, her needs are savage and rough, and I am here for all of them.

  I lift her legs up and reach up under her dress with savage ferocity, and I feel the heat of her puffy, swollen lips through her thin panties. My heart pounds fiercely as I pull the thin fabric aside and pull her closer to me.

  I slide my cock into her lips, past her underwear, and I feel her wet heat envelop my bulging, dark crown. Her whole body shivers as I awaken it, penetrating her with my own hot shaft and feeling every inch of space she has to offer between her legs. I grab her hips and buck into her all the way to the hilt, possessively filling up my girl with me.

  My rough hands push her dress up around her waist, and my fingers dig into her as I start rutting hard and fast. The thrill of a completed job is still pulsing through my veins with every heartbeat that makes me cock swell up thick and hard inside Ana, and she needs to unwind from a long, stressful day. For once, we have no desire for foreplay, no need to draw things out long and slow.

  Sometimes, going hard and fast is exactly what one needs.

  For me and Ana, that is how our relationship started. We were impulsive, brazen, nearly throwing all our plans to the wind to make it happen. But together, we have prevailed, acting on pure instinct and raw need.

  Why change perfection?

  My hips start bucking into my bound and blindfolded lover, thrusting up into her with more force every time. She knows me and how my cock feels, what it needs, and exactly how to pleasure me the way I want while I give her more than she ever dreamed of. I feel the tip of my cock push through her wet folds and glide as deep as it can go before I bring it back out, almost far enough to leave her entirely, then drive myself back in again.

  I rock back and forth, gaining speed each time I pound into her. I’m still wearing most of the clothes I wore on the job. The smell of my car is still on me.

  “These are the hands of a killer, Ana,” I growl as I dig my fingers into her hips. “And for you, I will turn them on anyone you wish.”

  “Don’t hold back,” she begs me in that soft, whimpering tone that drives me crazy. Despite growing into her strong, domineering role in business, she still wants me to take the reins in bed, still begs me for control, to show her more power than she knows how to handle. She is still the innocent girl I rescued from that monster in the manor. It feels like a lifetime ago.

  I lift her left leg up and drape it over my shoulder so I can take her sideways, and the new sensations make her gasp and dig her teeth into her lip, struggling against her restraints. Her hands claw for something to hold onto, but the belt keeps her from doing so. She is mine, and I can subject her to anything I want.

  I reach down with one hand and grope her b
reasts, feeling their firmness through her clothes as I pound into her. My hips are like a piston, relentless and precise, never losing energy or speed for so much as a moment. She likes it rough and hard, and that’s exactly how I give it to her.

  My stubble brushes across her smooth leg as I kiss her thigh while pounding into her. I feel her getting tighter by the moment, and soon, her face is blushing and her pussy is getting wetter, like a string ready to be plucked.

  She’s coming, and that makes me swell all the harder. I have to hold myself back at all times when inside her. She has an effect on me like no other woman, and I want to reward her for that.

  Finally, I feel her insides pulse and contract, and she whimpers delightedly as her first orgasm rolls through her body like waves of electricity sending relaxation from her lower abdomen all throughout her body. I never thought of myself as a man who could deal in life as well as death, but when I look at the way my cock makes Anastasia feel, I know it to be who I truly am.

  I am a provider for her in more ways than one.

  Once her orgasm comes to an end, I push myself forward as far as I can go and bend down to kiss her soft lips, then bring my mouth to her neck to ravish the soft skin while I undo her bindings for a moment.

  “Remember our safety word,” I say in a low, husky tone as I pick her up and turn her around on the bed so that she faces away from me on her knees.

  “Sedan,” she repeats, laughing a little. “Not that I’m going to use it.”

  “Good girl,” I say, and I slap her on the ass with a sharp crack. She shivers and smiles, bending over to present her ass to me. I grab her wrists and use my belt to tie them behind her back, leaving her again restrained before me. She looks so beautiful, kneeling before me in an evening gown that’s getting more fucked up with every passing minute I have to claim her.

  If it gets ripped, it won’t be the first, and it won’t be the last.

  From behind, her panties are more of a problem that I don’t feel like tangling with. I take the thin, expensive fabric from behind and rip it with a quick, hard gesture, and I toss the torn cloth behind us before groping her ass and perching my cock on her lips, holding it there without diving in.

  I take a moment to enjoy her round ass, feeling how smooth and supple her flesh is, taking my time groping it possessively.

  “Do you like it?” she asks, still panting from the exertion of getting fucked relentlessly.

  “Everything about you, Ana,” I say, “is exquisite. And it is mine,” I growl. As I speak, I spear her with my cock, and it twitches at the sound of her delighted gasp as I fill her up, grinding against her g-spot before getting right back to the same rhythm I was pounding her at earlier. But this time, the angle lets me reach different depths, touch different parts of her that fill her with delight at each thrust.

  Each time I dive into her, I feel the tip of my cock, already beading up with precum, strike her g-spot and make her whole body twitch. I feel like I’m hammering away at the most sensitive buttons she has, and I have no intention of letting up. Being restrained makes it so much sweeter for her, so much more delicious to have my rock-hard, killer’s body claiming her as mine.

  We haven’t used protection at any point.

  We don’t want it.

  Because Ana wants me to fill her with my thick, virile seed and put a child in her.

  We’ve talked about it before, and while our first times together were just wild impulses, moments of carelessness, now we want it. And if my seed hasn’t made her pregnant yet, we’re going to keep trying until it happens. But I know, every time I fill her up, that she is as fertile and ready for more as the first night we spent together.

  I feel her starting to tighten up again, and I start pounding harder. This is her favorite position—face in the sheets, hands bound behind her back, nothing to save her from my cock ravishing her g-spot deep inside her. It doesn’t take her long to come, and she’s already starting again.

  “Oh god, Nikolai,” she moans, and I feel her try to squirm, but I hold her tight. She can’t escape me unless she says that magic safe word. “Oh god, I’m going to come!”

  The next moment, I feel her going over the edge, and I let myself go.

  My bucking gets wilder and more fierce, losing its machine-like precision and descending into unrestrained rutting. I get faster yet less precise, digging my fingers tighter into her, and suddenly, we reach our climax together.

  Our groans fill the room together as shot after shot of my hot seed mixes with the honey that flows inside her as we convulse. She melts into the sheets, letting out a long, satisfied moan as my twitching cock empties itself inside her, filling her with those warm, familiar fluids that she loves so much.

  I stay rock-hard, and she stays tight as ever, fitting my cock snugly and making sure to drain every last drop of my virile manhood from me.

  Finally, it’s over, and yet another page in the growing tome of our exploits comes to a close, leaving us in a room that has become heady with the scents of relentless lovemaking.

  I pull out of her and gently remove her restraints before hugging her to me, spooning with her on the bed and peppering her neck with so many kisses that she laughs and squirms in my grasp. I massage her wrists where the bindings held her, and she gives me a satisfied murmur of delight as I press my still-hard cock against her ass.

  “You know,” I say, “I have a bottle of vodka imported from home with your name on it once we get this pregnancy in and over with.”

  She giggles and turns around to look into my eyes with her own shining gaze.

  “I don’t think we’ll have to wait long for that,” she says, rubbing her stomach.

  I stare at her, looking at her stomach, then at her eyes.

  “You’re...”

  She nods her head, her grin widening.

  “You’re pregnant?! We’re going to be parents?”

  She laughs, that glow of her cheeks practically radiant.

  “Ana, you know what that means. We’re going to have to make this official before you start showing!”

  Anastasia

  It has been a long few months. Trying to do anything good and pure in this world is difficult these days, and it’s even harder when you’re starting from a place of evil.

  The more I uncover about my father’s legacy, the longer I stand in his position at the head of the Brighton Beach Bratva, the clearer it becomes to me just how neck-deep in crime and intrigue he really was.

  As it turns out, he didn’t trust a single soul, not even Uncle Liev. They were friends of a shallow sort, more like enemies with a tenuous alliance between them. In addition to keeping me isolated and alone, I have figured out that another reason why he hired and fired so many staff members in quick succession was that he was incredibly paranoid. He never wanted to let any of them get too close.

  Once they began to worm their way in, most of them probably totally unaware that they were doing so, Daddy got nervous. He burned through them like matches. What a sad, empty life to lead: with nobody to confide in or care about. Not even me.

  That has been one of the most difficult realizations to come to terms with: that my father, who I idolized for years, never truly loved me. Or if he did, it was in some sick, twisted, selfish way. Like he could see his own glory reflected in me because he helped create me. I was just another trophy for his cabinet, another jewel for his collection.

  But it hardly matters now. Because I have love, real love, in my life now. Through all of the pain and the anxiety of taking up my father’s filthy mantle, Nikolai has stood beside me, and when the situation calls for it, in front of me. He’s not only my right hand man, but also my protector. My shield.

  I call the shots, but he advises me and does the legwork. He’s not afraid of getting his hands dirty, especially now that it’s always for a good cause. We have plans. Big, shiny, lofty plans to rebuild everything that my father broke. New York City is in turmoil. Everything is changing.

 
; But I think it’s changing for the better.

  The dirty money my father accrued through hurting people and destroying lives is now being funneled into programs to help bolster the community. We are rebuilding, not just metaphorically, but literally, as well. I am taking steps to legitimize all of our formerly criminal enterprises, turn them into above-board businesses with a conscience to guide them from here on out.

  Finally, I’m getting the opportunity to stretch my diplomatic muscles. I work alongside non-Bratva community leaders, including the mayor himself. Of course, there has been pushback from our associates. It’s a monumental change between my father’s rule and mine. But slowly I am proving to my people that we can do good and prosper.

  And those who refuse to walk into the light with me have no use to me whatsoever. I have already had to prune our hedges, so to speak, of parasites and pests. Nikolai handles that himself pretty damn well. Having a hitman on my side is just about the best backup a girl could ask for.

  He will always protect me, and right now, I need protecting more than ever. Because I’m pregnant, and just barely starting to show. Right now, the two—or three—of us are holed up in my father’s old mansion at Sands Point, lying low and relaxing in between two big publicity stunts to raise money for the struggling infrastructure out here on the island. We’re doing good work, and I’m grateful, but right now I need a rest.