Straight, No Chaser: A Mafia Alpha Bad Boy Romance

by Nikki Belaire

  Not tonight. I'm fucking done. I can't wait any longer. Can't stand the temptation any more. She's mine.

  I jerk the knob to the right and flinch from the icy cascade hitting my chest and angry cock. My balls pulled up so tight in my body I can barely walk. What an asshole. Now I sound like a fucking pervert. Furious more at myself than at her that I'm unable to get in her pants. Or her heart.

  Maybe I should go out with Ty tomorrow night. Find some easy pussy to take the edge off. So he'll shut the fuck up and stop harassing me. About me failing our brotherhood. About Molly's frigidity. About me being even more of a dick than usual.

  I shut off the water, and grab a towel. Nodding at my decision. Confirming my deception. It's perfect. I'll keep up the facade with Molly, and she'll never find out since I'll be home long before her fucking girls night out ends. Which I failed to stop too. Damn, I'm really off my fucking game.

  Besides, it's not fucking cheating if we haven't even fucked right? She's not wearing my ring, and she sure as hell isn't acting like my woman. I rub the terrycloth on my face too hard. Burning against my scruff. Which I deserve for considering this. For being a pussy ass who wouldn't be able to go through with it anyway.

  I yank down the fabric. Fuck me.

  Molly.

  "I-I'm so sorry. I called your name. You must not have heard me from the..." She gestures toward the shower but her gaze remains on my engorged cock bouncing against my stomach from the sight of her. Urging me to bite her bottom lip too.

  "I want you angel. I'd be a fucking liar if I acted like I didn't."

  She nods. Not sure if in understanding. Or, please god, be in fucking agreement.

  I step closer, and she remains in place, her eyes finally lifting to meet mine. A smile curls my lips. I can't fucking help it. Only two people generate my happiness. One is tucked safely in his bed where he belongs, and the other is getting ready to be naked. Just like me.

  Another foot, and I'm scooping her up, wrapping my right arm around her torso and directing her leg to circle my waist with my left. Fuck me when the crotch of her silky pants envelopes my dick. A tight grip digs into my back. No fear as I fist her hair holding her head in place. Claiming her so there isn't any uncertainty regarding my intentions. "You are mine."

  We breathe in the same electrified air, and her eyes flutter shut when my lips reach hers. I thrust my tongue inside, savoring the intensity as I walk us to the bed, my knees bumping the mattress. Cradling her head, I lay her back. Watching her watch me. Both of us hesitant. Neither of us moving.

  Because I can't bear the thought of her saying no. Out of fear. Or doubt.

  Desperate to touch her again, I force myself to wait. Allowing her to call the shots tonight. A power shift I never thought possible. But I can tolerate it. For her.

  I almost explode when she reaches for me. Jesus Christ. I've never wanted any woman this fucking bad. Water droplets drip from my hair onto her heaving chest as I cover her body with mine. Reminding me of the glorious bounty underneath the white cotton.

  I take my time, stroking my hands over her sides and sliding the fabric up her raised arms before tossing the shirt on the floor. Fucking god damn she's not wearing a bra. Her dark pink nipples standing at attention for me in the cool air. "You're beautiful angel."

  Her huge smile makes all the turmoil worth it. Clutching her tiny wrists with one hand, I continue to hold them above her head against the pillow. A hint of fear darkens her face, the grin fading fast.

  "Why won't you let me move?"

  Fuck me. A reminder of how innocent she is. I ease my grip but don't release her. "Because I don't want you to try and hide yourself from me. I want to see all of you."

  This time a happy blush brightens her face, a cute giggle sneaking out of her mouth. "I saw all of you first."

  Playful and naked. I fucking love it. "Touché. But I'm going to taste you first."

  Her eyes widen as I dip my head and suck in her erect nub, filling my mouth with her luscious breast as her back arches off the mattress. Fucking gorgeous how responsive she is to my tongue. Can't fucking wait to see how she reacts to my cock.

  A cry of pleasure as powerful as lightening to my balls fills the silence when my teeth sink deeper. Marking her without her even realizing it. I lick over the soft mound, crossing the valley between them, and lavish the taut skin around her other nipple. Swear to fucking god she really does taste like honey. So pure and sweet. Just for me.

  I scrape my whiskers across the sensitive skin of her belly, sinking and lifting as she pants. Anxious to delve beneath the waistband I'm stroking. I dip a finger underneath, caressing over her hip bone, making her body lift again for me.

  Fucking weird how foreign this is to me. Usually I'm the last one to the party. Showing up after Ty's already told her what she's going to do and receive from us. Just the way a girl who's picked up in a club at three a.m. for a ménage wants it.

  I can't remember the last time it's been just me. Alone with a woman in my bed. But, I know for damn sure Molly's the only woman I've had in here that I've actually cared about. The only woman who I have to make sure her needs are satisfied. I suck on the tender spot behind her ear, while my free hand caresses over her panties. Already soaked. Asking a question I've never thought to pose before. "Tell me what you want. What you like."

  "I-I don't know."

  Her distracted tone fuels the fire. I so fucking need to be inside her. But confusion stifles my movements. Unable to understand why she won’t answer me honestly. I need to teach her to speak up more. At least to everyone else anyway. "What do you mean?"

  "I've never done this before."

  I still. Fighting with my greedy cock who jerks from the confirmation of what I've suspected and god fucking damn hoped to be true. So fucking stoked that I'm right. But damn, how is that even fucking possible? Some slick bastards somewhere would have had to try and at least one of them succeed. "Never done what?"

  "Made love." She stares at the ceiling. Like the answers can be found in the drywall. "I mean I've kissed a guy, but I wasn't ready for more. He was. So..."

  Her words fade away like the inferno between us. The spell broken from her heartbreak and my ire. Grateful he didn't take what's mine, but still furious he fucked her over. "You broke up?"

  "Something like that."

  Too easy. Too quick. Too ambiguous. She's hiding something. More than him dumping her from a lack of sex. I need to know what the fuck it is. After releasing her arms, I prop up on my elbow, and stare down at her. Cringing from the despondency marring her beautiful face. That I'm going to fucking relieve. "Molly, I—"

  A soft hand caressing my cheek halts my words. But it's the determination flaming in her eyes that hypnotizes me even more. A resolve in her expression that I can't fucking get enough of.

  "For the last four years, I've promised myself that I wouldn't let what Hunter did to me make me jaded. That if I found a man I could love, and who loved me, I wouldn't let him hold me back from being happy."

  All the air escapes from my lungs. Stolen by the heaviness weighing on my chest. Contrasting with the hope floating in her eyes. She's asking me to be that man. To be the one who replaces the pain that bastard caused with a new beginning.

  God that I so fucking want to. If I can.

  "But, I have to know it's love. I can't go through what I went through before."

  If I tell her now, I'm not sure if she'll believe it. Even though it's as true as my love for Eli. Albeit in two very different ways. I have to prove it. Earn it. Accept it. Which is actually the hardest of all three.

  "I won't ever hurt you like he did. Believe that."

  She entwines her fingers with my hand resting on her stomach. "I do."

  I drop back down to my shoulder and curl her against me. Breathing in her vanilla scent, which releases the remaining anxiety clenching my muscles. I can wait. But I refuse to let her think her hesitation has changed anything between us. That I don't want the lit
tle bit she offers if I can't have it all. I nuzzle her neck, licking across the delicate skin of her slender throat. Smiling from the shudder rolling through her. When I reach her ear, I shove my lips against the delicate lobe. "One taste isn't enough."

  Her petite body rises, as I make my way down her chest to her taut nipples. She squirms underneath me. Sweet pussy grinding against my dick. For pleasure she's not ready for yet. I scrunch down and bury my dick against the mattress instead of inside her. Down boy, tonight's not your night.

  It's all hers.

  9

  Chapter Nine

  I click through the links in the email Tobias sent me. The guy's the best at what he does. Taking less than an hour, after I made the request this morning, to find out everything I need to know about this motherfucking bastard. Including that he's going to die.

  Restraining orders. Assault charges. Jail time. None of it enough to stop him.

  Until now.

  I tap the screen, and the investigator picks up on the first ring.

  "I guess you got the information."

  Years of nicotine addiction thickens his voice to a gravelly baritone. Dude has got to give that shit up. "Quick as always."

  A deep inhale ruffles through the speaker. "What a fucking bastard. I just don't understand how these women get mixed up with his psycho shit."

  My head shakes from his sputtered tone. Can't even talk on the phone without a smoke. Get a patch or something. "I don't know. But even more surprising no one's popped his ass yet."

  "I guess you'll be taking care of that."

  With him locked up, he's an easy target for my guys. Nowhere to fucking hide. "Fuck yeah I am. No one's going to have to worry about Hunter Rowe's sorry ass again."

  My head flies up at the gasp from the doorway. Molly clutches the door frame with a trembling hand. All the normal pinkness gone from her face. "Wh-what's going on?"

  "I've got to call you back."

  I toss the phone on the bed and stride toward her. My mind and my conscience battling over what to say. How to explain to her what I'm going to do without destroying everything I'm trying to build between us. Not that I have even an ounce of remorse for killing the bastard. But I never want her to know. That I have the desire or the ability to so easily end another man's life.

  So I choose honesty. Kind of. "He hurt you, and I'm not going to let it happen again."

  A shudder runs through her delicate body, that fuels my rage even more. That just talking about him scares her so much.

  "What's that supposed to mean? What are you doing?"

  "I had one of my staff members investigate him. To see where he lives now, what he's doing so I can keep an eye on him."

  "And?"

  "He's in prison." Good thing I haven't eaten breakfast yet as this shit makes my stomach turn. "For raping and beating a woman so bad she ended up in the ICU."

  "Oh no." That's what finally breaks her. She collapses down into the chair, swiping at the droplets running down her cheeks. "Is she okay?"

  "Physically yes." I hate answering her like that, but it's fucking true. No one can ever really overcome a vicious attack like that. But I hate even more the response I'm going to hear when I ask about what he did to her. "Was he hitting you too?"

  She shakes her head, her lips curling together as if she's holding back. Which I can't allow. "Then what?"

  A deep sigh rattles in her chest, and she wraps her arms around herself. I fucking force myself to keep from pacing. Or talking. She doesn't need me fucking badgering her. She deserves my patience. Of which I have absolutely none. Especially when it comes to shit like this.

  "We were on our senior class trip, driving home on the bus from Washington DC. We were in the last row, you know where there are four seats together next to the bathroom. Hunter, two of his buddies, and me."

  My fingers ball into fists that I can't seem to release. Adrenaline racing through my muscles from the direction her story seems to be heading. Ready to beat their fucking asses too if they hurt her.

  "Hunter and I were kissing a little bit. I didn't want to with his friends sitting right there, but he kept pressuring me. I didn't feel good either. Kind of weak and sleepy. Just strange."

  Redness creeps up her face, and her gaze drops to her trembling legs. Infuriating me from her embarrassment.

  "He was trying to pull down my jeans. I tried to fight him off, but I was so woozy. Suddenly I felt this sharp pain." The tears return, dripping off her chin, creating small dark circles on her purple skirt. Just like the darkness overtaking me from her agony. "He shoved his finger inside me. Pushing deeper and deeper even when I begged him to stop. After a few seconds he pulled his hand out and his finger was covered in blood. He held it up laughing, and said..."

  I can barely speak with my teeth clenched so tight. "What?"

  "Wanna smell this virgin pussy?" Her voice breaks as she hugs herself tighter. "He was so cruel, laughing and encouraging his friends to do it too. I was so scared that they really would."

  I'm shaking now too from the absolute rage pouring through me. You fucking jack off. Or find a girl who's willing. Or fucking hire a hooker. Something. Anything except hurt a woman, especially your own fucking girlfriend. "Did they touch you too?"

  "No, my friend Sean shoved Hunter away and picked me up. He took me back to his seat and protected me from them. I was still so out of it, I couldn't even walk once we arrived back at school. Sean had to carry me inside to call my parents."

  "What the fuck?" She jerks from my angry tone. I dial back the volume as much as I can with this bullshit. "Where the fuck were the chaperones? Or teachers? Why the fuck didn’t anyone do anything?"

  "He was the star of the football team. It was my word against his." Finally, she looks up. But doesn't really see me. Lost in her own thoughts. "It was such a mess. I pressed charges, and he accused me of being drunk. I think he gave me something. Drugged me with some kind of roofie. I think he was going to rape me. Maybe let his friends too. I don't know."

  Motherfuckers. All fucking three of them. No way in hell they didn't know what that bastard was planning. Chumps like him always brag. Always think they can get away with their crimes. Until now.

  "They all said I was brave. That I did the right thing standing up to him and reporting him. But they didn't mean it." A harsh laugh gurgles in her throat. "Hunter lost his scholarship, and everyone hated me for it. The kids at school called me a slut and a tease. My mom was the English teacher and her contract wasn't renewed. My dad's a farmer, and all the farmers would always help each other. Until they were suddenly too busy. Everything was ruined...because of me."

  "Everything was ruined because of that motherfucker. He hurt you and he deserves what he gets."

  More than she'll ever know. She shrugs her shoulders. Virtuousness rarely wins. "We were outcasts. Mom and Dad seemed to bounce back. I came here for a fresh start. You know, new city, new friends. No one here knew the story. Until now."

  Finally, her uncertain gaze meets mine. Not sure what she's thinking, but I'm sure as hell going to make sure she understands what's going through my head. "If you think for a fucking second, that I don't believe you or wouldn't defend you, you're--"

  "I know Luciano." A bittersweet smile lifts her cheeks. "I've never doubted you."

  Now it's my turn to blanch. From the unwavering certainty in her eyes. From the absolute faith in her strong gaze. Threatening to weaken my resolve. Almost. The watery streaks on her porcelain skin remind me that bastard hurt my woman. Nothing can keep me from making him pay.

  "That's the other reason."

  "The other reason for what?"

  "The night you were drunk." She sits up straighter, her chin lifting. Strength peeking through her vulnerability. Reminding me she's not as fragile as she seems. "I told you 'no' and you stopped right away. Even when you were that wasted you couldn't hurt me. Proving what I already knew. I can trust you."

  My face burns hot like she fucking slapp
ed me. Fucking irony floods through me that when I've fucked up her life so bad is when she believes in me the most. I am one stupid fucking motherfucker.

  No. I shake my head like an asshole. I'm being sucked in too deep. Too far. I'm not doing this guilt. She's here because she wants to be. For Eli. Regardless if I tricked her or not.

  She frowns from my disagreement. Confusion scrunching her face. "Yes, Luciano. You—"

  I invade her space, forcing her back against the cushion. Her breasts heaving as her lips part. I brush over them with mine, stealing her breath. Drowning in her absolution of me. "Be careful who you trust, angel. I'm the man who'll tarnish your halo."

  Surprise bursts in me like bombs from her cupping my cheeks. Holding my forehead to hers. "Maybe I want my halo tarnished if you're the man who's going to do it."

  Jesus Christ. Her throwing out the challenge drives me mad. I slide my hands under her slender thighs and scoop her up. Fuck breakfast. Fuck work. Fuck everything except for getting her naked and underneath me.

  Her arms coil around my neck, tight and resolute with her grip. She wants me just as bad. Needs me to make her feel whole. Perfect. Beautiful. Which is exactly what I'm going to do.

  "Molly?"

  Just as my fingers touch my phone to shove it out of the way, a small but urgent voice yells from the hallway. God fucking damn.

  "Molly? Where are you? I can't find my yellow velociraptor."

  Laughter shakes her body before she starts to jump out of my hold. Motherfucking busted. I kiss her hard before I set her on her feet. She sways a bit from the intensity, making me even more crazed if that's possible. And fucking horrible with Eli busting in.

  He stops a few feet from the door, and his suspicious gaze jumps from her to me, sitting on the bed pretending to work on my phone to hide my need for her from him.

  "I heard you laughing." His little fists of fury curl against his hips. "What are you guys playing?"

  Poor guy. Thinks he's been left out of a game. Which I guess this kind of is. She just doesn't know it, and I fucking hate it. But too late to go back now. It will be fine. It has to be.