Bratva Sinner: A Possessive Mafia Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “It’s not so much the crime, but more that you’re trying to be your own person.” I looked at him and leaned closer. “You’re actually alive when I feel like I’m just drifting through the day.”

  “Sometimes I feel like I’m too alive, like I take too many risks, and I’m always chasing that high. You know what I mean?”

  “I’m afraid that one day I’m going to wake up and my entire life will be behind me and I’ll wonder what the hell did I do with all my time? I went to work, I got a little money, I just kept going forward. That’s not really living, is it?”

  He studied me carefully. “So what do you want to do, little princess?”

  “I want to get through this alive to start.”

  “You will,” he promised, shifting closer. His leg pressed against mine, his hip pressed tight. “What else?”

  “I want to feel something.” I tilted my head back, looking up at the sparse trees. “I want to do more than just drift.”

  Luke reached to and touched my cheek. I leaned against his hand and a flutter started in my gut, deep near my spine, in my bones. It was the thrill of him, of his fingers on my skin, of his gaze on my body, of knowing what he wants and wanting to give it to him.

  “You know I can give you that.” He leaned closer and his lips brushed against my neck, moving back to my ear. “I can give you all that and a lot more, if you’ll only tell me what I want to hear.”

  “What do you want to hear?”

  He kissed my ear, then my neck, then moved closer to my lips. I felt a tingle and a jolt between my legs and I wanted to throw myself at him. I couldn’t wait, couldn’t stand dancing around this any longer.

  “Tell me you want me.” He stared into my eyes, lips inches from mine. “Tell me you want this.”

  “I want it.”

  He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me, and it was like jumping into a freezing cold lake, the shock of his touch was so intense that an involuntary gasping moan echoed up from my throat. He grabbed me and pulled me over into his lap and I straddled him, my knees against the stone stoop, and felt his hard cock between my legs.

  It was heaven and jolts of pleasure rocked up my spine as I rolled my hips along his length. He growled as his hand grabbed my ass and the other grabbed my hair, holding me there, pushing me down tighter against his cock. I moved my hips, grinding against him, and started panting into his mouth, gasping into the kiss as my pussy flared with incredible pleasure, so intense that I could barely stand it.

  But his hands moved over my body, cupped my breasts, held my hips, squeezed my ass, and I loved the way he explored me like he loved every inch of my skin and wanted to touch it all. I moved faster, even though my knees ached from kneeling on stone, even though we were on his front stoop where anybody could walk past, or look out their window, or walk up from a car. I didn’t care, I only wanted him, his hands on me, his lips against mine, the pleasure blossoming between my legs as I ground my soaking pussy down against his hard cock.

  He lifted me then and carried me into the house, barely kicking the door shut behind him. I gasped as he put me down then undressed me, pulling off my shirt and tossing it aside, his eyes blazing as he looked at my bare chest, my pink, hard nipples, his lips on my neck, his tongue licking my chest as my shorts came off, and his fingers slipped between my legs, gliding up and down my soaked slit.

  I moaned in ecstasy as he bit a nipple and slid his fingers deep inside of me. I shivered as he teased my clit then dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs, his tongue lapping me up, kissing along the folds of my pussy before spreading me wide and tonguing and sucking my clit. I grabbed his hair, head thrown back. I’d never had a man kneel like this before, but he lifted one leg up and licked me faster, luxuriating in me, sucking me like he loved the taste of my dripping spot.

  He pushed me back against the couch. I fell back, sprawling and naked, legs open and glistening for him. He stood in front of me and I sat forward, his eyes locked on mine. I pulled down his gym shorts and took his massive, hard cock in both of my hands, marveling at his thick tip and the long, bulging veins. He growled his pleasure as I stroked him, sitting on the edge of the couch, then took him into my mouth, licking around his cock, then plunging him deep into my throat, before moving back and sucking him fast.

  “From the moment I saw you, I knew I’d have you,” he whispered, pulling my hair and looking me in the eyes. “I’d just killed your father, and all I could think about was fucking you. Do you think that’s sick?”

  “Yes,” I moaned as he pushed my mouth back down his cock. I spread my legs and teased myself, getting my fingers slick as I rolled them up and down my slit. Pleasure bloomed and I moaned as I sucked his cock.

  “Good. I want you to be a little afraid of me, my princess. I want to make you feel good, but I need you to know who is in control. When you’re mine, Cara, all of you is mine, every inch of your body, from that tight, beautiful ass, to that gushing wet little cunt, to those gorgeous little breasts and your pink nipples, to those lips, and that tongue, and those eyes.” He pushed me down his length and let out a groan. “When you’re mine, Cara, you’re all mine, and I’m a very generous man.”

  He pulled me back then pushed me onto the couch. He slid in between my legs and pinned me down, holding my hands up above my head as I wrapped my legs around his hips. The tip of his cock was wet from my saliva and he pressed it against my soaked pussy, and for one blissful moment, he was halfway inside of me—

  Then he thrust forward and filled me to the brim.

  I gasped, back arching, head thrown back, eyes rolling. Holy shit, he was thick and long, and he filled me like a mold, like he was made for me and me alone. I groaned and rolled my hips, desperate for him, even as the pain and pleasure of him mingled like ice and fire. He began to stroke in and out, his muscular chest and abs tensed, his gorgeous face intense, and those eyes still roamed me, drinking me in like a man dying of thirst in the desert.

  “Keep fucking me,” I moaned as my breasts shook with every hard thrust. “Keep going. I want you, Luke. I want to give everything to you, god, I want you to have me.”

  “Every inch of this slick pussy,” he said, fucking me harder, savage and wild, taking me like I’d never been touched before. It was heaven, it was better than heaven—it was happening.

  He ground himself deep inside and bit my lip as he kept holding my hands up above my head with one big palm while the other teased my breasts then grabbed my hip. He rocked faster, fucking me deeper, sending waves of pleasure rolling all over my skin, and I kept rolling my hips, moaning his name over and over, finally letting go of all my worries, all my fear and uncertainty, the whole world going blank, and there was only Luke, his cock inside of me, his body pinning me down, demanding my submission, demanding my pleasure.

  I gave him everything, everything he wanted—and in return, I felt a fire between my legs and life on my lips, like I was finally feeling something real instead of the gray mundane humdrum bullshit of my normal existence. This was right, this was good, and god, I wanted to hold on to it as long as possible, but each thrust brought me closer and closer, and the way he looked at me with those worshipful eyes pushed me over the edge.

  My back arched, my clit rubbed against him, and he fucked me through my orgasm as it ripped through me like a tornado. I gasped, his name on my lips, and he kept going, pinning me down, taking me like I was nothing, fucking me harder, making me come until I was close to blacking out before he finally released a massive growl and stiffened. He filled me to the brim, his orgasm mixing with mine in a sticky heaven, and I threw my arms around him and held him inside of me, wanting him to stay there, desperate for him to stay deep inside of me.

  I heaved one last gasping moan as the orgasm slowly faded. He felt warm and incredible, and each big breath he took was like the growl of a bear.

  “I’m not sure I’ll be able to get back to sleep now,” I whispered, grinning like an idiot, my brain buzzing w
ith pleasure.

  “That’s all right,” he said moving back and looking at me again. “Because I didn’t plan on letting you go to sleep.”

  I chewed my lip. “If I let you do that again, I think I’ll be sore tomorrow.”

  “Good,” he said, tilting his head. “I want you to be sore. Maybe when you limp around the house, your pussy pulsing with every step you take, maybe you’ll think about what it feels like with my cock buried between your legs.”

  I chewed on my lips. “You’re not joking, are you?”

  “I’m not joking at all.” He stood, still naked, cock half-hard. “Come on, princess.” He held out a hand.

  I knew what’d happen if I took it. He’d bring me upstairs into his room and he’d fuck me for the rest of the night. He’d use me, again and again, and bring me to another climax, and another, before filling me, coming in my mouth, on my chest, between my legs. If I went with him, I’d spiral into pleasure, and might never find my way back out again.

  So I did what I never would’ve done before all this happened. I got to my feet, took his hand, and I followed him.

  11

  Luke

  I could still taste Cara on my lips the next day as we drove out to a quiet part of the suburbs. She kept stealing glances at me, and I eventually put my hand on her leg possessively, squeezing gently with a slight smile.

  She brushed my hand away with a laugh.

  I liked that about her. One second, she was spreading her legs wide and begging me to plunge my cock deep inside her—and the next, she wanted to push me aside. It was a game I was very willing to play, so long as it ended with her lips wrapped around the base of my cock.

  “You haven’t told me what we’re doing out here yet,” she said, watching as the crammed city streets turned to grass and trees and single-family houses with nice fences and convenient parking.

  “We’re meeting with someone. Think of this as step one in my plan.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “What’s your plan?”

  “That’s the big secret.”

  She laughed and sighed, leaning back against the seat. She wore tight jeans and a simple black top that wasn’t particularly flattering, but still managed to make her look perfect. Her hair was down, swept over her shoulder, and she looked at me with a coy little smile.

  “You do realize that my life hangs in the balance, right? I’m not super into guessing right now.”

  “Fair enough.” I pulled into the parking lot of strip mall and took a spot toward the back. “We’re going to Panera and we’re going to talk to a man about selling the dossier.”

  She gaped at me and shook her head. “There’s so much wrong with that statement.”

  “I know. Panera’s the worst.” I shoved the door open and got out.

  She quickly followed. “Panera’s weird, but I mean, you’re selling the dossier? To who?”

  “I’m not actually selling,” I said as she ran to catch up with me. “But I want the Lionettis to know that I’m looking at buyers.”

  She frowned at me. “But why?”

  “They won’t negotiate with me. I tried a little bit before, but they’re clearly not interested. I need to make them understand that if they don’t work with me, then I’ll go find someone that will.”

  She studied me then shook her head with a laugh. “You’re crazy.”

  “Probably.” I draped my arm over her shoulder. “I think you like that, though.”

  “I don’t know what I like anymore, truth be told.”

  “I’ll tell you what you like then.” I stooped down and kissed her cheek, then whispered in her ear, “You like riding my cock until you get off in a sweaty, gasping mess of limbs and cum.”

  She turned deep red. “I’m not sure I can handle you talking like that right before a business meeting.” She pushed me away and crossed her arms. “Who are we meeting with, anyway?”

  “His name’s Franklin,” I said, shrugging a little.

  “Franklin who?”

  “He’s a minor guy, not part of any big families but has his hand in all the trades. Sells drugs, robs houses, chops cars, that sort of thing. Runs his own little group and keeps a clean nose, mostly.”

  “Why would he buy something the Lionettis want?”

  “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Let’s go find out.”

  Franklin was sitting in the back of the Panera restaurant with a coffee in front of him and a big smile on his face. He was an older guy in his sixties with a salt and pepper beard, rugged, weathered pale skin, and dark eyes that made him look on the verge of killing something. He wore cargo shorts and a button-down shirt, and just barely fit in with the suburban crowd.

  I stood in front of his table. “Glad you came,” I said and gestured at Cara. “This is the girl I mentioned.”

  “Cara, good to meet you. I knew your father, real nice guy, such a shame he’s gone.” Franklin inclined his head.

  “Uh, thank you,” Cara said. “I’m not sure anyone’s ever said something nice about him before.”

  “Well, he was a real piece of shit, but I deal with shits all the time. As far as that went, he wasn’t so bad.” He gestured at the table. “Sit down, sit down, I hate when people fuckin’ linger.”

  Cara slid into the booth and I sat beside her. “So how’s business, Franklin? You still running that crew?”

  “Still running,” he said, nodding to himself. “Actually got a job in about ten minutes, so we’ve got to make this quick.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “You’ve got a job around here?”

  “Sure, you know that bank down at the end of the strip? I’m gonna rob that sucker.”

  I barked out a laugh and Cara looked like she might be sick.

  “All right then, since I respect your time, let’s talk.” I leaned forward and smirked at him. “How much would you be willing to pay for a real Lionetti blackmail dossier?”

  Franklin stroked his beard. “You know I could get killed just for talking about this shit, let alone actually buying it.”

  “That’s true, but you also know what this thing might be worth in the right hands.” I shrugged slightly and took out my phone. I opened my photos app then turned it to him.

  Franklin’s eyes went wide. I showed him a particularly graphic picture of a sitting state senator making sweet love to a very kind and very expressive lady of the night.

  “Holy shit.” Franklin leaned forward. “You got more?”

  I flipped through two more pictures. One was a popular anchorman for the local news network, and the other was a powerful cop with the PPD. He gawked at them before I took the phone away and shoved it in my pocket again.

  “So you see why you might want to consider taking the risk,” I said.

  Franklin laughed, shaking his head. “You’re not kidding. And there’s a whole dossier of that shit? More guys than just those three?”

  “At least twenty men, all of them important, and almost all of them rich.”

  He leaned back with a sigh. “A blackmailer’s wet dream.”

  “You see why I came to you first then.”

  He looked at Cara. “How the fuck did your old man come across this? The word is he robbed the Lionettis. Is that true?”

  “I don’t know how he did it,” Cara said. “But it’s true, he stole it somehow, and he died for it.”

  Franklin crossed himself. “May God rest his soul. Look, I’m interested, but the price has got to be right. I can do three grand.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “Try twenty grand. You can easily triple your investment.”

  “Twenty grand’s a fuck-ton of cash.”

  “And we both know you’ve got it. You’re about to rob a bank.”

  “Fair enough.” Franklin leaned back, arms crossed. “Ten grand. You know I can’t do more.”

  “I’ll come down to fifteen, but I’m not negotiating anymore. I’ll move onto the next name on my list.”

  “Fifteen.” He stroked his beard agai
n. “All right, fifteen, I’ll think about fifteen. Let’s see how this job goes and maybe I’ll do fifteen.” He leaned toward me, eyes shining with excitement. “Promise me you won’t sell it right away. Give me a few weeks, at least.”

  “I’ll give you a few days, then I’m shopping around. No promises beyond that.”

  “Fine, you fucking Russian prick.” Franklin climbed out of the booth. “I wish you both the very best, you psychotic bastards. The Lionettis are going to be pissed when they hear about this.” He laughed as he walked away.

  I watched him go then looked at Cara. “What do you think?”

  She seemed at a total loss. “He’s crazy.”

  “He’s definitely crazy.”

  “Is he really going to rob a bank right now?”

  I shrugged and checked my watch. “Probably. I mean, Franklin’s a lot of things, but he’s not a liar. That’s the one thing you can count on with him.”

  “Honor among thieves?”

  “Something like that.” I got out of the booth and Cara followed. “But notice how he didn’t say he’d keep this to himself.”

  Cara walked close against me as we headed toward the door. The Panera employees glared at me like I was supposed to buy something, but whatever.

  “You think he’s going to spread it around that you’re looking to sell.” She chewed her lip. “But why would he do that?”

  “His crew does all right, but he doesn’t have fifteen grand in cash lying around. Even if this bank job goes over, he probably can’t swing it. I’m betting he’ll look for someone to go in on the buy with him, someone to help mitigate some of his responsibility and take off some of the financial burden.” We stepped outside and I looked both ways before walking into the parking lot. “As soon as he starts that search though, the word’ll get out that I’m looking to sell.”

  “And the Lionettis will find out, just like you want.”

  “Exactly.” I grinned at her and snatched up her hand. “You’re starting to get it.”

  As we reached the car, a loud bang exploded out from the nearby bank. I gaped for a second then laughed as more gunshots went off inside. I couldn’t tell if it was a straight-up shootout or if Franklin was only trying to scare the employees, but I didn’t wait around to find out. If he got himself killed then I’d have to find someone else to do my dirty work for me.