Married to the Bad Boy

by Vanessa Waltz

  I take her in my arms—she doesn’t weigh a thing—and I carry her to the living room, dick throbbing. My high-rise has a wall of glass separating the building from the outside. Elena’s cheeks darken when she realizes what I have planned, but she doesn’t object.

  I want the whole world to see us fucking.

  She slides from my waist, and I rip the shirt and tie from my body, gazing out into the cold outdoors. There are countless glowing windows on the other side of the street. We’re easily visible. Everyone’s going to be able to see her tits pressed up against the glass as I fuck her from behind.

  Elena hesitates as I turn her around so that she can see the faint outline of her reflection.

  “This is—I—”

  My lips bend to her ear. “If you want my cock, you’ll bend over and place your palms flat on the glass.”

  My arm wraps around her tits and gives them a squeeze, and for a moment I think she’s going to chicken out. She freezes.

  Then she bends over obediently, palms flat against the glass. She waits for me, her thighs quivering. Her head lifts so that anyone looking will see the expressions on her face. Her cheek presses against the glass as I aim my dick inside her slick pussy and ease in. Fuck, she feels good.

  Her walls let me glide right in, opening up for my cock. She lifts her head and gasps when I grind against her hips. I jerk toward me as I pound her in earnest, screams ripping from her throat to bounce all around us as I nail her against the glass. She forgets all about her embarrassment and flattens her elbows against the cold wall.

  “Tony! Oh my God!”

  Yes, that’s what I was fucking waiting for. Scream for me, honey.

  She’s bouncing against my cock so hard that her tits swing back and forth in beautiful, teardrop shapes. I reach under her and grope one of them as she tries to turn her head with a smoldering look that makes me want to come all over her face.

  I want more of her.

  She straightens her back as I tighten my arm around her waist, lifting her up to fuck her hard against the glass. Her tits press against it and I imagine the sight from the other side: two huge tits in perfect circles, the side of her face a mask of frustration and pleasure. I think I see a light flicker from the opposite side of the street, and a dark figure stands silhouetted against the light. He’s facing us.

  A thrill shoots up my spine as I hammer her wet cunt, her cries almost frantic now. What a beautiful sound, and it’s all for me. The pressure builds up in my balls, and I see myself thrusting behind her sexy ass, arms wrapped around my woman as I claim her pussy.

  Then it rips through me like the force of a bomb. My groan mingles with her shouts as I bury myself deep, and then incredible relief fires into my veins as I blast cum into her soaked pussy. I grab her throat as I thrust hard, and she twists in my arms slightly to kiss me. Her stung lips part into a small moan as I slide in and out of her.

  I feel lightheaded.

  I pull out, watching as cum slips out and runs down her legs. Anxiety suddenly punctures my euphoria. I always use a condom. Always. How did this girl make me forget to use one?

  We collapse on the couch together and she sits across my legs, nuzzling my neck.

  “I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”

  Calm settles over my limbs as I let her curl up next to me. I always hate this part—the coming down from a high that always makes me feel a goddamn void. It’s usually also the time I start my countdown to the minutes I gently ask the girl to leave, but I don’t feel like I’m in a hurry this time.

  I rub the back of her neck as she plants kisses on my throat, and it’s more than pleasant. Something uncomfortable bristles inside me.

  Fuck. I shouldn’t let her stay long.

  “I know.”

  “You’re a confident guy, aren’t you?”

  “I am when it comes to fucking.”

  My skin shivers when she gives me a kiss right under my ear.

  “You should be.”

  Elena pulls back and beams at me. The smile she gives me makes me want her again, but I’ve already broken my rules once. She needs to get the fuck out.

  “I’ve got work to do tonight.”

  She stiffens as she recognizes the dismissal and her eyes suddenly look so sad that it’s like a knife to my gut.

  “No you don’t.”

  A slow smile spreads across my face. “Sorry, hon, but I do.”

  Her lip quivers and I see the destruction all over her. Her eyes swim and a tear runs down her cheeks. I’m used to seeing chicks crying all the time, most of the time from rage, but this is different. This makes me feel bad. Not just in a general guilty sense, but in a way that makes my blood cold.

  She takes my face in her hands and bites down on her lip viciously. “Please let me stay the night.”

  There’s a tugging feeling in my chest that I despise. She runs her thumb over the stubble on my jaw and pleads me with her eyes. I think about those bruises on her neck.

  “Why?”

  Let her fucking stay!

  Elena shakes her head violently. “I just need to stay here for one night. Just let me stay here, and I swear I’ll never bother you again if that’s what you want.”

  The red flags are in flames.

  The sweetness evaporates from my voice. “All right. I don’t usually do this, but I’ll let you stay so long as you don’t give me drama in the morning.”

  She flinches from the coldness in my voice, but nods gratefully.

  “Thank you.”

  The warmth from her body disappears as she gets up from my lap and pads to the entrance to gather her clothes, and I hate the sting of cold from her absence. Blood pounds in my head as I go back inside my bedroom and pick a pair of boxers. The nagging feeling grows as I brush my teeth in the bathroom.

  She’ll give me a hard time in the morning. I just know it. She’ll cry. She’ll moan. She’ll complain.

  Fucking idiot. Shouldn’t have told her she could stay.

  The mattress sinks as I sit down and wait for her to come inside. Ten minutes later I stand up with a growl and search for her. What the fuck is she doing?

  Then I see her body curled up on the couch, trembling from the cold.

  What a fucking asshole you are, Tony.

  It hits my gut, seeing her like that. She thinks I want her on the couch, that she’s not good enough for my bed. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I just don’t want attachments. My shirtless reflection glares at me from the glass window, and I fix my expression, walking toward the curled-up girl. She stiffens when I lay my hand on her head.

  “Come.”

  “It’s okay,” she says in a reedy voice. “I’m fine.”

  “Come.”

  My mother didn’t raise me to be an asshole to girls. I take her hand and she follows me into the bedroom. I crawl under the sheets, and she follows swiftly, adding her warmth to my king-sized bed.

  “Thanks, Tony.”

  Don’t thank me.

  I don’t want to feel anything for her. That’s the whole fucking point of my “one night” rule. I turn my back on my guilt and shut the light, imagining the grateful smile on her face in the dark.

  * * *

  A soft feeling on my cheek, and then lips kissing my eyes open.

  It’s peaceful. Beautiful. Then I look directly into her dark eyes, slightly creased with sadness.

  The warmth in my chest disappears and I adjust myself under the sheets, noticing with a delayed fog that her naked tits press into my chest. My cock wakes up sharply and my eyes flare open. From the look on her face, she isn’t wearing anything else.

  Well, that’s one way to wake up.

  “Bonjour, mademoiselle.”

  “Hi.” Elena’s lips seal against mine as her hand anchors over my cock. It stiffens almost immediately, and Elena pulls back, smirking.

  “I didn’t fuck you hard enough last night?”

  “No, I don’t think so.”

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sp; My mouth gapes open slightly as I feel heat rolling from her body. She’s not lying—I can feel her wetness when I curl my hand between her thighs. It comes back soaking.

  I just can’t let her leave unsatisfied.

  Fuck yes.

  My body rolls to the side and I yank open the nightstand drawer, fishing for a condom. Using my teeth, I tear it open and roll it over my rock-hard cock. No frills. Just a quick, hard fuck. She wraps her legs around me and gasps as I fuck her pussy, hammering her hard until she clutches my shoulders, screaming. It’s different when you can see their faces clearly in the daylight. Every vulnerability is laid out in the open for me, and Elena bares it all. She doesn’t hide.

  Her back arches, thrusting her tits into my chest as I bury myself as deep as I can. If I could fuck every feeling away, I would. Then my legs shudder and I groan into her neck as her pussy clenches over my cock. She digs her nails into my scalp and then sinks into the sheets as the orgasm wipes every worry from her face.

  I collapse beside her, breathing hard. My dick is fucking sore, and for once I’m not in a hurry to make her leave. I’m just exhausted. She curls next to me, her arm splayed across my chest.

  It’s a nice view. Christ, she’ll be masturbation material for a long time.

  The events of last night slide over my eyes like a highly graphic porn video, and I smile to myself as I stroke her back lightly. Then I remember her tears when I asked her to leave and the smile disappears. She nearly begged me to stay the night. Why?

  “Why were you so upset last night?”

  I tell myself I shouldn’t care—I don’t care, but it’s a curiosity.

  Elena’s face freezes, but she stays silent.

  “I did what you wanted. Can’t you at least tell me why I had to let you stay?”

  The breath hitches in her throat and she opens and closes her mouth. I start to get impatient, but I force myself to wait it out.

  Let her talk.

  “I needed a safe place to crash.”

  I thought it had something to do with the ex.

  “Call the cops.”

  “He’ll kill me before I can get a restraining order.”

  I won’t lie, it’s not uncommon to hear about a wise guy slapping around his girl. It’s frowned upon, but tolerated because no one ever sees the abuse. There’s always an explanation for the bruises, even though we all know the truth. It sickens me. One of the many things I can’t stand about the life.

  “So your solution is to what? Fuck me? Get him jealous or something?”

  “No, I just didn’t want to be home.”

  Acrid bile rises in my throat when I look at her worried face.

  “Johnny told me to keep an eye on you.”

  She lets out a sound through her nose. “What the fuck?”

  “He just wants to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

  For a moment she looks furious and I brace myself for the hell storm that’s sure to follow, but she deflates almost instantly.

  “Please don’t make me go back to him.”

  The fear trembling her voice makes me curious. It also adds a bad taste to my mouth.

  “No one’s going to make you do anything, but no one’s going to help you either.”

  She says nothing for a while. “I just don’t want to be with him.”

  A gaunt look overcomes her face. Her eyes are listless as they stare into mine and then drop away. She slides away from my arms to sit on the edge of the bed. There’s nothing but the coarse sound of her legs moving over the sheets, and somehow it’s grating to my ears.

  Something goes through me when I watch her bent-over back. Self-disgust, maybe. Elena bends her face into her hands for a few seconds before inhaling a long breath, and I have a sudden desire to slide next to her and wrap an arm around her, but I don’t make a move. She picks up her clothes one by one and pulls them on. The misery on her face bothers me more than I’d like to admit, but there’s nothing I can do for her. Nothing. If I laid a hand on him, I would get killed. Made members aren’t allowed to be touched without permission.

  I’m willing to fuck her, but not to stick my neck out for her.

  I really am a bastard.

  I open my mouth, but there’s really nothing to say to her. Not when she’s leaving my place, and I’ll probably never be alone with her again. Though I suppose I’ll see her if she works at Tommy’s bar.

  “Can I have your number?”

  The question startles me, and I hate myself even more when I have to turn her down.

  “Sorry, but I never see a girl twice.”

  Disappointment floods her pretty face as she nods. Thank God, she doesn’t cry.

  I walk her to the door, grappling with changing my goddamn mind, and then she whirls around to grab my shoulders. Hanging in the doorway, she kisses me as though it’s the last time. I suppose it is, but no one’s ever made me aware of that quite like her.

  Damn, she’s beautiful.

  Her thigh bumps into my cock as she crushes her mouth against mine. A weak feeling spreads through my limbs and I grin when she reaches around to grab my ass.

  “I guess I should count myself lucky that you fucked me more than once.”

  I like the fact that she just brushes it off as though it’s nothing. She’s not a crier. She’s tough.

  Elena’s flushed lips pull into a sad smile as she steps back from me and gives me a little wave.

  “See you.”

  “Bye.”

  Then I watch her flounce down the steps and walk down the street. I keep watching her even though the cold rolls over my bare feet and makes them numb.

  ELENA

  Snow dusts my jacket as I walk down the white street. Heaps of fresh white pile on the sidewalk, and it’s fucking freezing. My toes are numb. The cold air stings my eyes and the white burns.

  But it’s beautiful.

  I brush my cotton gloves over a dusting of powder, and immediately regret it when it soaks through, stinging my fingertips. I walk past brownstones, and see a brilliant splash of red on some fresh snow. It looks like juice, but it reminds me of blood.

  Then I think of how beautiful it would look—my body on the snow, a halo of red around my head. The irony makes me smile.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  Everything just feels surreal. These last few months felt like a practical joke. I’m aware that I should be worried for myself. I should race down these frozen streets and ask Tommy for a gun, or hell, just keep running. Something that might give me a fighting chance at survival.

  Is it crazy that last night is the only thing I want to think about?

  The moment I saw him in the bar, I wanted him. Yeah, he’s just another bad boy—a wise guy who’s going to chew me up and spit me out, just like Rafael did. At least he had the decency to be honest with me. You can’t say that about most men. Usually they ignore you because they don’t even think you’re worthy of dealing with.

  I didn’t care, though. It was instant fire through my veins, the moment I locked eyes with him. He had an amazing body—ripped, and he used it like a pro. He wanted me to get off. He enjoyed it.

  Beyond that, I didn’t really think it through. I thought that if I went home with him, at least I’d be safe for one night.

  What a crazy night. My face burns when I think about how he utterly destroyed all my expectations. He was so fucking good. I felt like I was floating on clouds the whole time, but it wasn’t anything more than a great night. It would always be just one night.

  I mull him over, unable to cool the burn that spreads over my skin. I can’t stop thinking about those eyes full of sin and his devilish smile, hinting that he’s nothing but trouble. Tony is the kind of bad boy I always lusted after, until I realized just how bad they really are.

  Forget about him.

  It would be easier to forget how to breathe.

  Why am I lusting after a one-night stand when I have bigger issues?

  After taking
a chain of subways, I’m back at my apartment. Fear prickles all over my skin as I stare up at it.

  He might be waiting for me.

  Then I finally turn my phone on and there are about twenty text messages from Rafael. I blow out a frustrated gust of white into the crisp air. He’s either here or not. I’m out of options and it’s hard to care anymore. I could barely get a stranger to let me stay the night, even though there’s a fucking psycho gunning for me.

  Maybe this is the punishment I get for being spoiled my whole life, and doing nothing to earn a single dime. I never really achieved anything. I graduated high school by the skin of my teeth and fucked around in college, wasting Daddy’s money as I tried to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I never figured it out. The next stepping stone was always marriage, and shortly after, kids. It’s what they expected from me. It’s what all good Italian girls did, and I have to admit that I didn’t really mind settling in that role. Why did people always want to make me feel bad for wanting a simple life?

  Rafael seemed like a great candidate. My dad approved of him, which was hard enough to get, and he was Italian. Worked in the same “business” as Dad. It didn’t even occur to me that he would change after we moved in together.

  If Dad was alive, I wouldn’t know what to say to him. I can’t even think about him without feeling a mixture of guilt and betrayal. He sold us out, and for what? To get killed anyway.

  Maybe I deserve this.

  My feet are like lead as I climb up the stone steps. There’s another set of footprints leading to my apartment, but I don’t care. Fuck it all. My mother is a hollow shell and my own sister resents me. There’s just nothing left anymore. Just a bag of money my dear old Dad left for me.

  At the top of the stairs, a small voice whispers in my ear.

  There’s still time to make something of your life.

  Tony’s hands wrap around my waist and his mouth covers mine. I see that wry smile on his lips as I sit on his lap, straddling his legs. Heat rushes to my face as my heart pounds like a drum, vibrating my whole chest.

  Isn’t it worth chasing that feeling instead of giving yourself over to that asshole?