Bend: A Dark Mafia Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I wanted that man. Not that man entirely, because the Dante that I knew was an incredible person, but I did want more of that man. I didn’t know if I could be with someone as hard and jaded as Dante even if I really wanted to be. We came from similar but totally different worlds.

  The only thing I knew for sure was that he wasn’t a bad man. He did bad things for his mafia family, but he didn’t necessarily want to do them. I believed him when he said that he didn’t want to take me captive, and I believed him more and more each day. He was a captive just like me in some ways, and I could see that he was struggling with that fact.

  None of those helped with my final decision, though. I needed to decide if I should stay or if I should go. I knew I would be hurting Dante if I left, and I genuinely didn’t want to leave, but maybe it would be better for him. If I did care about him, maybe I should leave his apartment and never look back.

  Things were so jumbled and mixed up that I didn’t hear him unlocking the front door. It wasn’t until the door opened that I even realized someone was coming in. I panicked, got up, and was halfway back to the prison room by the time he got into the kitchen.

  “Going somewhere?” he asked.

  I stopped, heart pounding in my chest. “I didn’t know it was you.”

  “Who else would it be?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know. I just panicked, I guess.”

  “Well, relax. It’s just me.”

  I nodded, smiling at him. “How was it?”

  “The job?” He shook his head. “Same old shit.” He went into the kitchen and got a bottle of whisky from the cabinet. He poured himself a drink before offering it to me.

  “No, thanks,” I said. “But actually, we do need to talk.”

  He raised an eyebrow, sitting down. “What’s up?”

  “Someone did come by while you were out.”

  His face got serious in an instant. “What happened?”

  “Pagano stopped by.”

  He paused, staring at me, before speaking. “You let him inside?”

  I nodded slowly. “He knew I was in here.”

  “Jesus Christ.”

  “It’s okay. He seemed more interested in your well-being than in anything else.”

  “Maybe that’s true, but you don’t know him. Pagano is old school mafia. He cares about loyalty and honor before anything else, including me.”

  “He said he’d never rat on you.”

  He looked thoughtful. “He might not. Ratting is against his nature.”

  “He seemed to care for you, Dante. He wanted what’s best.”

  “What did he say?”

  I looked away, not wanting to say it. I knew that he’d try and talk me out of it, try and convince me that Pagano didn’t know what he was talking about. I didn’t want him to have to do that.

  But he had a right to know. Pagano was his mentor and this was his apartment, after all. He needed to know everything if we were going to get through this together.

  “He wanted me to leave,” I said. “For your sake. He said it would be better for you.”

  “Bastard,” Dante said softly.

  “He had your best interest at heart, Dante. I’m sure of that.”

  “Maybe he did. But you’re not going anywhere.”

  “Maybe it would be best. I could survive on the run.”

  “No, you couldn’t, and even if that were true I wouldn’t let you go. I just got you, and I’m not letting them take you away.”

  “Do you think Pagano will say anything?”

  “Maybe, maybe not,” Dante said, shaking his head. “It’s impossible to tell. I’ll try and talk to him again soon.” He laughed ruefully. “I can’t believe he even figured this shit out.”

  “Did you go to him for advice?”

  “I did, but I never actually told him all the details.”

  “Maybe it was just a guess then.”

  “Or maybe he’s more involved in the family than I thought.” He sighed. “Don’t worry, Jodie. You did the right thing by letting him in and telling me about it.”

  “Good,” I said softly. “I know how much you’re doing for me. I . . . I just don’t want you to suffer too much because of me.”

  He reached out and took my hand. “I haven’t even begun to suffer, or at least not even close to what you have. It will all be worth it when this is done.”

  “How do you know that?” I asked him.

  “Because I know myself. I know what I’m capable of.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means I’ll take care of these fucking bastards that want to hurt you, Jodie. You’re mine now and everyone is going to know it soon.”

  “How can I let you do this?”

  “You don’t let me do anything. I do what I want, and you’re happy for it.”

  I glared at him, annoyed with his cavalier attitude. I remembered the man I first met, the jailer that I hated, from only a few days ago. So much had changed in that short period, but I could still recall that hatred and anger. I didn’t want to be his prisoner anymore and I sure as hell didn’t want him to do just whatever he wanted to do.

  But I knew it had to be that way. This man didn’t operate any other way. There was no taming him, no making him slow down, no really changing him too much. I had to take whatever I could get from him if I really wanted him.

  Fortunately for me, whatever I could get was a lot.

  I stood up and walked over to him. He took me by the hips as I sat down in his lap. He smirked at me and kissed my neck softly.

  “Is this your way of telling me that I’m right?”

  “Maybe,” I said.

  “That’s okay. You can pretend to be stubborn. We both know what you really want.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You want me to undress you.”

  “No,” I said, smiling slightly.

  “Of course you do. You want me to strip off your clothes and take you right here. Don’t you?”

  “No. I’m a lady.”

  He laughed at me. He actually laughed!

  “You’re no lady,” he said. “And I’m no gentleman.”

  “I’m very classy. Just because you’ve seen me in bad circumstances doesn’t mean this is all I am.”

  “Oh, I know what you are, darling. I can see it written all over you.”

  “What do you think you see?”

  “I see a girl who’s dripping wet but doesn’t want to be. I see a girl that wants to get fucked, dominated, controlled, even if she thinks that’s wrong and bad. But let me tell you something.” He lifted his lips up and pressed them against my ear. “I like it when you’re bad. And I’m going to make you worse.”

  I kissed him then, passion flooding through me. I couldn’t hold back any longer and pretend like he wasn’t exactly right. This was what I wanted the whole time, what I really needed. It was what burned me up inside and what kept me going through the darkest times.

  Dante made me feel this way. He made me feel alive and wanted and needed and sexy. I’d never met a man so gorgeous and handsome before, let alone had one practically worshipping my body. His lips pressed against my neck and chills ran down my spine as he pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside.

  He kissed my chest and my nipples, teasing them with his teeth. I let out a soft moan, barely a whisper, but it surprised me. All he had to do was tease me to get me going, and I knew that I was dripping wet already.

  “Get up,” he ordered. I stood in front of him, feeling slightly shy. “Strip.”

  I slowly pulled my shorts off, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

  “Those too,” he said.

  I pulled them off and was completely naked.

  He reached behind me and felt my ass as he pulled me against him. He kissed my stomach slightly while his fingers found my pussy, teasing my clit with soft and slow strokes.

  I ran my fingers through his hair. “You really like to tease me, don’t you?” I asked.
r />   “Only when I feel like it,” he said. “You seem like you need to be teased.”

  “Why? Why don’t you just give me what I want?”

  He smirked at me. “It doesn’t work that way, princess. You have to earn it first.”

  Something came over me then. I was standing there in the kitchen, completely naked, dripping wet, his eyes all over my body, and I just knew what I wanted to do. I dropped down to my knees and roughly pulled off his jeans. He grinned at me, leaning back in his chair, as I pulled down his boxer briefs.

  “Is this how I earn it?” I asked him.

  “Maybe,” he said.

  I took his thick cock in my hand, slowly stroking him up and down. I licked my hand then went at him faster, sliding it up and down his shaft, before finally taking him into my mouth.

  I didn’t start out slow. I took him directly into my throat, suppressing the gag that threatened to stop me. He was huge, but I took him anyway. I felt tears spring up into my eyes as I began to slide up and down, sliding him in and out of my throat, desperate and starving for him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “I love feeling my cock deep in your throat, you dirty fucking girl.”

  I reached my free hand between my legs and began to rub my own pussy. I couldn’t stop myself as I sucked his big cock, working him up and down, gagging myself on him and pulling back to look him in the eyes.

  “Do you like this?” I asked him.

  “God damn right I do,” he said, and then kissed me.

  When he was finished, I went back to work. I rubbed my clit faster as I sucked him, taking him into my throat, working his tip, teasing him with my tongue. I could feel myself moaning on his cock but I’d already lost myself in the moment, too far gone to really care that I was moaning with him down my throat.

  I sucked him faster as he groaned and then pressed me down. Dante fucked my mouth and throat, taking control away from me. I let him do whatever he wanted as I worked my clit with my free hand, sliding my fingers inside of myself and back out. Pleasure rocked around my body, flooding through my mind.

  “Get up,” he commanded, pulling me back by my hair. “Get up now.”

  I obeyed, standing.

  “Turn around.”

  I turned.

  He took my hips and pulled me toward him. Slowly, he lowered me down onto his hard cock. I felt him press against my pussy then push inside of me, sliding easily inside. I let out a gasp as I gripped my knees and lowered myself all the way down.

  “That’s right, take my cock,” he said. “I want to see you ride it. Ride it until you’re sweating.”

  I began to slide up and down, hands on my knees. He slapped my ass then grabbed my hips, helping me move up and down, sliding along his long, thick cock. I felt his hands move up along my breasts, teasing my nipples and back down again, exploring my body.

  I slammed myself up and down, taking him deep inside of me, riding him wildly. I couldn’t see him but I could hear him groaning behind me, and I could feel how hard he was. He was groaning along with my moans, and that only made me want to get fucked harder, faster, deeper.

  I threw my head back and slammed down against him. Again and again I took his cock deep inside of me, and I could feel my muscles getting tired, the strain getting to me, but that only made it sweeter. I didn’t know I loved being worked so hard, but Dante seemed to know what I wanted.

  He took my hair and pulled it back, tipped my head up. “Ride that fat dick,” he said. “Come on, girl. Work your fucking hips. You want to come on my cock? Earn it.”

  I moved my hips, moaning wildly as he slapped my ass, my hair in his other fist. I adjusted my hands so that I was leaning back more, sliding down faster and faster, harder and harder, taking him deep inside of me.

  I could feel it buzzing at my core, that orgasm working at the edges of my system. He took my hips and slammed into me, fucking me like a savage, taking my body for his. With a grunt he pushed me away.

  “Come here,” he growled, brushing off the table. His glass shattered on the floor as he threw me down on top of the table, spreading my legs wide. He buried his head between my legs and began to suck my clit with a wild abandon, eating me fast and dirty.

  I clutched the edge of the table, mind completely gone. I was in his capable and strong hands and I knew I wasn’t going to go anywhere. He could do whatever he wanted to me and I would let him, because Dante dominated me in ways I’d never imagined.

  As fast as he started, he was back up, spreading my legs wider. He pressed his cock deep inside of me, making my back arch as I gripped the edge of the table tighter.

  “That’s right, girl,” he grunted. “Take this big cock. Fuck, you drive me wild, you know that?” He felt my breasts as he fucked me deep and slow. “You have a perfect fucking body.”

  “I’m so close,” I moaned, coming out almost as a whine.

  “You want me to get you off?”

  “Please,” I gasped. “I need it.” I was practically drooling for him.

  “Fine,” he whispered, and then unleashed himself on me.

  His thick cock slammed inside of me while he worked my clit with his thumb. He fucked me rough and deep, his hard body taut and tense as he worked me. I tipped my head back, moaning while he fucked me like an animal. I took every inch of him, loving it, needing more.

  I could feel the orgasm coming then, working its way back, slowly building to the point of breaking on my spine. The tension was almost too much to bear as he fucked me, my mouth hanging wide open, moans screaming from my throat.

  “Come, you dirty fucking girl,” he ordered. “Come on my big fat cock while I fill you up.”

  “Yes,” I gasped, my body shuddering. “Yes, oh shit, Dante.” I knew I was saying words, but I didn’t know what they were after that. The orgasm exploded over me, sending my body into convulsions. Dante didn’t let up, didn’t give me a break at all, he just continued to slam into me, fucking me rough, working my clit. He groaned, his intense blue eyes locked on my body as I came hard.

  “That’s too much,” he grunted. “Fuck, too much. Press those fucking tits together for me, girl.”

  I did as he asked, coming down from my orgasm. I used my elbows to press them together as he pulled his cock out from inside of me.

  He came in thick spurts, covering my full breasts. He groaned, stroking himself as he came. I tipped my head back, gasping for air, covered in cum and sweat and feeling incredible.

  That was what Dante did to me. He took me from nothing and made me covered in sweat and cum, buzzing with pleasure and joy. As we went into the bathroom and cleaned up together, things were light between us, and we even laughed and joked as we showered together.

  That was what I wanted. I needed the man Dante to fuck me and come on my tits, but I wanted the other Dante that could laugh tenderly as we showered together.

  He had both inside of him, and the other was coming out more and more. I knew that I had to find all of him before it was too late, or risk losing him completely.

  Chapter 20

  Dante

  We both slept like fucking rocks that night. After fucking in the kitchen and eating some takeout Chinese food, we watched a movie and talked a while before fucking again on the couch. That time it was slower, tenderer, as she rode my cock until she came.

  We woke up around ten. I stretched, rolling over to look at her. She smiled back and looked fucking perfect in the early morning light.

  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that this felt normal,” she said.

  I smirked at her. “Maybe. If you ignore the jail cell.”

  “I think I can manage to do that.”

  I laughed and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I slowly stood up, stretching again. She sat up in bed and watched me, a small smile in her face.

  I looked at her. “What?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You’re smiling at me.”

  “You just wake up like a normal person.”

  “
That’s me,” I grunted at her. “Just a regular old guy.”

  “Of course.”

  I laughed as I walked into the bathroom and went through my morning routine. When I got back, Jodie had already curled up and drifted back to sleep.

  I decided to let her. I went into the kitchen, smiling to myself, feeling fucking good and content for the first time in a long time.

  It was easy to forget about Pagano and Drago and Gennaro that morning. I made coffee and breakfast, taking my damn time about it. I wasn’t in any rush. I had a gorgeous girl that wanted my cock in my bedroom and I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

  Because it wouldn’t last. Sooner or later, things were going to happen, and I suspected they’d happen very fast. We couldn’t just stay in my apartment forever pretending like the mafia didn’t want to steal her and take her away as a sex slave. Pagano had already shown up and inserted himself into the situation, which was fucked up enough. I had no clue if the old man was going to respect his loyalty to me or his loyalty to the mob in general, and that uncertainty was driving me insane.

  I wouldn’t let myself get bogged down in that, though. I finished cooking and brought the breakfast into my bedroom on a tray.

  “Wake up,” I said to her. “It’s breakfast time.”

  She rolled over and smiled up at me. “You shouldn’t have.”

  “Why not? You looked hungry.”

  “No, really. I have to pee!” She jump up and scurried into the bathroom. I laughed as she went, smiling to myself. She came back a minute later and hopped back into bed, smiling at me.

  “Pretend like you didn’t see or hear that,”

  “Why not? I know you’re not a lady.”

  “Oh, whatever. Give me that breakfast.”

  I placed the tray down in her lap and climbed into bed next to her. I took the mug of coffee from the tray that I made for myself and sipped it while she dug in.