Kissing the Killer: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family)

by Hamel, B. B.

  “I heard about the girls,” Rice said. “I heard you did some serious shit that night.”

  “Just moved a few cars,” I answered.

  “Still, you did well. Everyone is talking about you.”

  I frowned. I definitely didn’t want to be talked about, not right now.

  “What are they saying?”

  “They’re impressed. Not a lot of guys can think fast under pressure like that.”

  “Just reacted. Wasn’t thinking.”

  He slapped me on the shoulder, laughing. “I’ve been saying for years that you have good instincts, kid. Shame about all those girls, though.”

  “Yeah, real shame.”

  “Those sluts would have brought in a lot of money for the group. Not that we really fucking need it, mind, but still. Shame so many got maimed.”

  “What do you mean, maimed?”

  He laughed. “You didn’t hear? One of the cars with the girls in it exploded. Most of the girls survived, but they were all burned up, disfigured, disgusting.”

  “Shit,” I said softly. “I don’t remember that happening.”

  “Not surprising, considering. Anyway, shame about them.”

  “What happened?”

  “Well, they had to be put down. Fuck, we couldn’t pay for their medical needs. Just too many of them.”

  I blinked, shocked. “They were killed?”

  “Sure. They didn’t matter anymore.” He turned and looked down the hall. “Shit. Gotta go. Catch up later?”

  “Yeah,” I grunted.

  He stalked off, and I stared after him.

  I couldn’t believe that. I knew the mafia was brutal and did some fucked-up shit, but I never could picture them slaughtering a bunch of injured girls. Then again, maybe that was exactly what they would do. The girls were an investment, and if they got hurt or injured, they couldn’t work.

  They weren’t going to pay for them and they couldn’t just let them go, so in their minds, they were probably doing the humane thing. Put them down, end their suffering. Make sure the mafia didn’t lose any more money on them.

  Fucking scumbags. I felt so angry and disgusted at my own people in that moment. I’d heard of some sick shit, but that was by far the worst thing I could imagine. Those poor girls, sold into slavery, used their whole lives, only to die in the end, betrayed by the people who had promised to try to take care of them.

  I slowly walked back toward the apartment, brooding and pissed. I wished I hadn’t run into Rice, but there was nothing I could do about that. I wished I had never heard about these girls, but I couldn’t keep hiding from the truth. In the past few days I’d seen too much suffering and evil coming straight from the mafia. I couldn’t turn my back on it anymore.

  Not everyone in the mob was bad, and not everyone worked in human trafficking. In fact, as far as I could tell, only a few bosses had a hand in it. Gian definitely did, and maybe Alfonse as well. The others kept their distance.

  But they didn’t stop it. They didn’t participate, but they didn’t make the others quit buying and selling girls like cattle. They didn’t stop them even when they slaughtered a bunch of poor girls for getting injured and disfigured, injuries caused by their own fucking practices.

  I shook my head, unsure what the fuck I was going to do. I felt disgusted and drained. I knew I had to meet with Gian later, but the last thing I wanted to do was see his face.

  Because he had ordered those women killed. That sort of thing came from the top, and nobody else had the authority to make it happen. Gian chose to end those girls, probably as casually as choosing which shirt to wear in the morning.

  I came back to the apartment door and swiped my card. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, relieved to be away from people.

  Emma wasn’t on the couch. I walked through the room, feeling exhausted beyond belief. I found her under the covers, curled up into a ball, sleeping soundly.

  I couldn’t wake her up. I just collapsed onto the bed next to her, not bothering to undress.

  Rice’s words kept ringing through my mind. They were so callous, so uncaring. He thought of those women as fucking cattle to be bought and sold and then discarded when they weren’t useful anymore.

  I was so damn tired. The adrenaline had kept me going way past exhaustion, but it was hitting me like a damn lead weight to the chest. I pressed my face against the pillow, grunting to myself, and sleep took me.

  22

  Emma

  I woke up slowly in an unfamiliar bed. Actually, every bed I’d woken up in lately had been unfamiliar, and I’d never wake up in my own bed again.

  I didn’t know why I thought about that, though, as I sat up. I was so comfortable and felt so refreshed. The room came into focus around me, the expensive drapery and furniture all taking my breath away again.

  And sleeping next to me was Brooks. He looked so fucking handsome there, still wearing his clothes, but I didn’t want to wake him up. I slowly slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

  I stood under the warm water and let it wash over me, cleaning away the memory of the last few days, the terror and the pain. I had a few scratches and cuts on my body, but otherwise I was fine. Unlike the girls that hadn’t made it, I was totally fine.

  I didn’t understand why this had happened to me, but I was determined to survive it, no matter what. It would be so easy to give up and just let Brooks make whatever decisions he wanted for me, but I couldn’t.

  What felt strange, though, was why he was still following me at all. He clearly thought this whole thing was a horrible idea, as if we were walking into a trap, but if Louisa wanted us dead, we’d be very, very dead already. She’d had plenty of opportunities to kill us.

  Instead, her second in command had put us in charge of saving those women, and we had. Or at least Brooks had. I just helped him as much as I could.

  He didn’t need to come with me, but he clearly still had some sense of obligation to me, like he needed to save me.

  I didn’t need saving anymore. Louisa was going to help me.

  I wanted him to stay, though. I wanted him nearby. I felt safer, secure with him at my side. I just didn’t understand what he was getting out of it, why he insisted on coming here with me.

  But I liked it. At first, he was just the violent asshole who had kidnapped me. But I was getting to understand him. Even if he didn’t completely trust my instincts, he was still coming along for the ride.

  Suddenly I heard the door knob turn, and the door pushed in along with a rush of cold air.

  “Hey!” I said. “I’m in here.”

  “I know.” It was Brooks. I could barely see him through the fogged glass of the standing shower. He shut the door behind him, letting the steam build back up.

  “Can I help you with something?”

  “Actually, yes.” I watched as his shadow began to take off his clothes.

  “What’s that?”

  “How wet are you?”

  “I’m standing in a shower, so pretty wet.”

  He laughed. “I mean, how soaking wet is that pussy? I know you’re watching me undress.”

  “Everything is wet,” I said, embarrassed to admit that I felt a thrill running up my spine.

  “You can say it. Your tight little pussy is dripping wet for me.”

  “Okay,” I said. “I admit it.”

  I watched his shadow finish undressing. Then he stood outside the shower door, his arms crossed. I could see that his thick cock was half hard already.

  “Invite me in,” he said.

  “I’m not sure I want to.”

  “We both know you do. You can tease all you want, but I know you want my big, fat cock to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”

  “Since you asked so nicely, come in.”

  He pulled open the door. I bit my lip while staring at his defined, ripped abs and the tattoos that snaked all along his skin. His eyes were dark and staring at me as he shut the shower do
or and came toward me. I took a few steps back, pressing my back against the cool tile. He stopped in front of me, his arms on either side of my head.

  I bit my lip. “Now what?”

  “You know what happens next.”

  “Why is my heart beating so fast?”

  “Because you’re fucking excited. Because you can hardly stand this.”

  “Maybe,” I said.

  He took my chin in his hand. “This is a bad fucking idea. You know that, right?”

  “Maybe,” I said again.

  “Good. Right now, all I want are bad ideas.” He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me hard.

  I pushed my body against his and felt his hard cock stiffen against me. We were both soaking wet as we kissed. He pinned me back against the wall, kissing me roughly and hard, and his lips slowly moved down my neck.

  I felt his hands slide up my thighs and press between my legs. “Exactly what I thought,” he said. “Fucking dripping wet.”

  I sighed and moaned as he began to work my clit, rubbing my pussy in slow circles. Pleasure jolted through my body, and the horror of the past day was completely forgotten.

  Whenever he pressed his body against mine, that was all I could think of. There was only him, his body, his hands working my pussy. It made me feel good even when everything around me was falling apart. He had that effect on me, could make me smile or moan with a look or a word.

  He pressed his fingers deep inside me, and I gasped, spreading my legs wider for him. “I know this is what you want,” he whispered. “It’s all you think about. Ever since you got a taste of my big cock fucking that tight pussy, you can’t get enough.”

  “It’s not all I think about,” I moaned, trying and failing to pretend like I wasn’t so madly into him.

  “We both know you can hardly control yourself around me. Just look at you now. You’re practically begging me to fuck this wet cunt.”

  He kept working my pussy with his fingers, pressing them deep inside me. I gasped, shocked by his dirty mouth but really loving it. I loved how strong he was, how he easily worked my body, how he wasn’t afraid to tell me what he wanted.

  I moaned, kissing him back as his fingers worked my body, rolling over my skin, pressing deep inside me. He fucked my pussy that way, his fingers working me.

  I reached down and began to work his hard cock with both hands. He grunted his pleasure but didn’t let up on my soaked pussy as I jerked him, rolling my hands down his hard length. He was rock hard for me as he worked my pussy, kissing my mouth. I loved his taste, his lips, everything about him.

  Suddenly he dropped to his knees, spreading my legs wide. He pressed his face between my legs, grabbing my ass with his hands, and his tongue began to work my clit. I gasped, surprised, as his tongue pressed inside me, eating my pussy, working me. He was so incredible with his mouth, the perfect amount of pressure. The warm water from the shower continued to roll down my skin as he licked my every inch, his tongue sucking and working my clit.

  I grabbed his hair, pressing the back of his head tighter against me. I was losing my mind with pleasure, couldn’t stop myself from holding his hair with one hand and feeling my breasts with the others. I was completely lost in the moment, totally swallowed by Brooks and his incredible body. His tongue and mouth licked and nibbled my clit, working me in circles, rolling down my skin. He suck and licked every inch of me.

  “Fuck I love how you taste, girl,” he said, pressing fingers deep inside me. I gasped and shuddered. “I could eat this fucking pussy all day long. I’d love to see you come over and over.”

  “Oh god,” I moaned. “I don’t think I can take it.”

  “You can take it,” he grunted. “You know you can take it.” He continued sucking me, licking me, working my body. He loved pressing my buttons, loved getting me to within an inch of orgasm before pulling me back from the edge.

  “Fuck me,” I gasped, needing it suddenly, an overwhelming desire to feel him inside me. “Brooks, please. Please. Fuck me. I need it right now.”

  He licked the length of my pussy before standing. “You need it this second?”

  “Please,” I moaned. “Don’t tease me anymore. Fuck me, Brooks.”

  He opened the shower door and grabbed a condom from the counter. He ripped it open and rolled it down his length. I stared at him, the need to have him inside me so deep and intense that it almost scared me. He stepped toward me and then grabbed my hips roughly, pulling me toward him. He kissed me and then spun me around, kicking my legs open wide.

  “Your wish is my command,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed his big cock deep between my legs.

  Pleasure exploded through me. I didn’t know that I needed it so badly, but once his cock sank deep inside me, I realized that he was all I’d been thinking of. This feeling, Brooks inside me, that was all I wanted and needed. I gasped, moaning as he slowly slid himself back and forth, pressing deeper, pulling back.

  His hands roamed by body, feeling my breasts, teasing my nipples. I spread my legs wider and pressed my hands against the flat tile. “Fuck me hard, Brooks,” I said, not sure why. “It’s what I need.”

  “That’s fucking right, you dirty girl.” He slapped my ass hard and I gasped. “You want this big cock fucking your tight little pussy.” He started fucking me then, really fucking me, not holding back. His thrusts were long, slow, and rough, his skin wet against mine, my pussy dripping. He slid deep inside of me easily, filling my every inch.

  He slapped my ass again and thrust hard. I gasped, moaning, as pleasure flooded my body. He began to fuck me harder, deeper, his cock filling every part of me as pleasure flooded me. I could feel sweat building along my skin in the heat of the shower as he fucked me, rough and savage. He took a handful of my hair, tipping my chin back, slamming his cock deep between my legs. It was what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me rough and deep, needed that big cock between my legs. I needed his strength behind me, fucking me.

  “God this tight pussy drives me insane,” he whispered in my ear. “I love how you want me to fuck you deep and rough. I want to take your little cunt until I’ve used up every drop.”

  “Good,” I gasped. “Fuck me deep, Brooks. I want you to take it.”

  He growled with an animal-like fury as he continued to fuck me, our bodies moving together intensely. He filled me up, his cock pressing deep between my legs. I worked my hips, bucking back against him, taking his every inch, moaning with a wildness that I didn’t know I had inside me.

  He reached around and began to work my clit as he fucked me. I rocked my hips along with him, building myself up toward it, working him inside me, taking his every inch. I loved sliding along his thick cock, loved that his ripped body could take me so easily, bend me over and fuck me deep. He slapped my ass again, roughly, fucking me savagely and deeply.

  Just as I felt it building closer and closer, he pulled his cock out and grabbed my hips, spinning me back around. He kissed me hard and lifted me into the air again, his arms under my legs. This time, instead of lowering me down onto his cock, he kicked open the shower door and carried me over toward the vanity sink. He slowly lowered me down onto the counter, spreading my legs wide.

  He grabbed my hips, shifting me forward. My back was half against the mirror as he slowly sank his cock inside me again, holding my hips, spreading my legs.

  He kissed me as he began to fuck me like that, me sitting with my back against the mirror. I couldn’t believe the intense pleasure that rocked me as he fucked me like that, his arms holding my hips, fucking me deep as he kissed me. He moved back and felt my breasts as he took my pussy deep and hard.

  “I want to come all over these fucking tits,” he said.

  “Whatever you want,” I said, my mind a total blank of pleasure. “Take me how you want, Brooks.”

  He grunted and fucked me harder, deeper. He began to rub my clit with one hand, his other hand wrapped through my hair. He fucked me deep with his big cock, my legs spread wide as he
worked my soaking wet clit.

  Steam swirled around us in the air as he fucked me. My sweat began to drip from my body, but I didn’t mind one bit. He was filling my every inch, fucking me with an animal grace and savagery that drove me absolutely wild.

  His finger on my clit tipped me over the edge. I looked into his face as he fucked me and I came, the orgasm rolling down my spine, moving through my mind. I came hard on his thick cock, and he fucked me mercilessly, unrelenting, his cock pressing deep between my legs. I rolled my hips, my body tensing and clenching, unable to stop myself, my mind totally lost in the cloud of absolute orgasmic pleasure.

  “That’s right. Fuck. Come for me,” he grunted. “God I love that fucking face you make. Fuck, girl, this tight pussy.” He groaned, pulling himself out of me.

  I watched as he tore the condom off, jerking his big cock. He came then in thick spurts, his cum dropping onto my skin. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, coming on my tits. I gasped, biting my lip, my orgasm finished, pleasure rolling through my mind.

  Slowly his orgasm ended. He learned forward and kissed me hard.

  I savored that kiss, let myself get lost in it. I loved that he wanted my body, wanted to look at it and feel it. I loved that he couldn’t help himself with me, lost himself so much that he just had to come on my tits.

  Slowly the kiss ended, and he pressed his forehead against mine. “Fuck, girl,” he said. “I can’t help myself around you.”

  “Good.” I laughed. “Now let me down. I think we need to take a proper shower.”

  He smiled and helped me down from the counter. We got back into the standing shower together, letting the water rinse away the sex and sweat.

  He held my hips, almost tenderly, kissing me softly as we showered. We didn’t talk much, and we didn’t really need to. We’d said all we had to say, and now we were just enjoying being around each other.

  It was the tenderest moment of my life. He cleaned my back, kissed my shoulders, kissed my lips. I felt safe, clean, and good with him in the shower. My brain buzzing on pleasure and orgasm kept me calm, and everything else in the world was gone and meaningless.