by B. B. Hamel
He caught my wrist. “Tell me you don’t like it.”
“You can’t just do that,” I said.
“Tell me you don’t like it,” he repeated.
“Just stop,” I whispered, looking away.
“That’s what I thought. You’re dripping wet right now, aren’t you?”
“Of course not,” I lied.
But I was. Waves of excitement were bursting through me, threatening to overwhelm me.
“Liar,” he said. He grabbed my chin, tipping my face toward him. “There’s nobody watching us right now.”
“How do you know?”
“Arturo won’t allow cameras inside this room. We’re completely alone.”
Completely alone with Vince Mori, the man I wanted and needed and hated.
He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me hard.
For a second, I thought I might run.
But that second passed over, and I pressed myself against him, throwing my body into the kiss. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t help it. He was right: I wanted him. Every time he touched me, every dirty word, it all drove me absolutely wild.
Lust was driving my mind, pure and simple, as I kissed him hard.
We were alone in a room surrounded by nothing but green and blue as I began to lose myself in his mouth, his strong body, his arms.
Chapter 12
Vince
The girl kissed me back with a frenzy I hadn’t expected.
I knew she wanted me; it was so obvious. It was just a matter of taking what I wanted. As soon as I pulled her against me and felt that perfect, round ass, I knew she was mine.
I knew she was going to give herself to me one way or the other.
I couldn’t stop myself. She tasted so fucking good, like flowers and fucking candy or some shit. It drove me wild, made my cock absolutely hard. I couldn’t resist it as I pressed my hands against her body, cupping her firm, round ass, pressing her against me.
And she responded. She ran her hands through my hair as I slowly pressed my hand down the front of her shorts. She gasped and let out a soft moan when I found her panties, absolutely soaking wet.
“I knew it,” I grunted in her ear. “I had to feel for myself.”
“Fine,” she gasped as I began to rub her. “You caught me.”
“You’re soaked through. I knew you wanted it. You’ve been dreaming about my thick cock between your legs, haven’t you?”
“No,” she said, and I loved it. “Not even a little bit.”
I slowly slipped my hand down beneath her panties and found her clit, swollen and soaked. I began to rub it, and she let out soft moans. I pressed my mouth against hers, kissing her again, and she continued to moan as I stroked her clit.
I slowly slipped my fingers down and pressed them inside her. She went stiff, grasping my arms, moaning softly as I stroked in and out of her tight little pussy.
“Vince, shit,” she said. “We might get caught.”
“Nobody comes in here,” I whispered. “I can do whatever I want to you.”
“Vince,” she gasped as I rubbed her, moaning. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
“I know, princess,” I said. “I want to make you feel good, show you how it is to be with me, make you remember what I can do to that fucking sexy body.”
“We shouldn’t,” she moaned.
“We should, because I fucking want to.” I pressed her back, pushing her up against the trunk of a big tree-like plant. She gasped as I pressed her against it, pinning her there, my fingers working her clit.
“I want to taste this fucking cunt,” I said. “You have such a delicious pussy. I want to sink my tongue deep inside you, make you scream my name.”
“Vince,” she tried to say, but I’d already dropped to my knees.
I tugged down her shorts and her panties easily. She stepped out of them, staring down at me with those fucking sexy eyes, her mouth hanging open. I pushed her back against the trunk and forced her legs open.
I pressed my face between her legs and began to suck and lick her clit.
Fuck, she tasted as good as I remembered. I licked her clit in circles, sucking and lapping my tongue, savoring every bit of her.
“Oh my god,” she moaned. “Holy shit, Vince. You shouldn’t.”
“You taste delicious,” I said.
She pressed her hands to the back of my head as I kept working her. I slipped my tongue down farther and pressed it inside her, fucking her pussy with my tongue. She moaned, opening her legs more, letting me do my work. I fucked her cunt with my tongue, lapping up her juices, loving every inch of her delicious pussy.
“I love this cunt,” I said. “I want you to come right in my mouth, you hear me?”
“Vince,” she gasped. “I don’t know.”
“I know. You’re going to come for me, Kaley. Come right here.”
I began to suck and lick her clit, and I pressed a finger deep inside her. She gasped as I fucked her pussy with my fingers and licked her clit.
She began to rock her hips, getting into the motion. I knew what she wanted and how to give it to her. I could lick and suck her pussy for hours, bring her to the edge and pull her back, work her body like she’d never felt it before.
But I wanted her to come. I wanted to hear her say my name as she had an orgasm from my mouth, my tongue. I kept fucking her pussy, licking her clit in slow, delicious circles, her back pressed up against the trunk of the tree. My knees were in dirt, but I couldn’t have fucking cared less.
I cupped her ass with my free hand, pressing her harder against my lips. She kept working her hips, moaning with abandon.
“Vince, oh my god,” she groaned. “Your tongue is incredible. Oh god, yes. Keep licking right there, right like that. Keep going.”
I moved the way she wanted, pressing harder and softer, working along with her hips. She was getting closer; I could feel her whole body beginning to tense.
I held her ass, licking her cunt, eating her right there in the middle of the room. Nobody would come in, but they could, and I knew that made her fucking hot. I fucked that pussy with my fingers, thrusting in and out, not being gentle anymore. It was time for her to come, right in my mouth, and I wanted it.
My cock was so fucking hard. But what I really wanted was to make Kaley come, make her all mine. I wanted her to see what I could do with just my mouth and my fingers, make her dream about what I could do if I really fucked her rough.
“Oh shit,” she said. “Oh shit. Vince, I’m close. Keep right there.”
I kept moving, my tongue working her clit, my fingers pressed deep inside her. I could feel her muscles tensing, her hips working.
“Vince. Oh fuck, Vince.” She moaned my name over and over as the orgasm rocked through her body.
She jerked and spasmed slightly, her eyes rolling back. I could see the pleasure rocking through her spine, making her muscles tense, and I knew I had her.
I had her. She was fucking mine.
She came hard, and I just kept working her. Slowly, so slowly, her orgasm began to pass, and I let her slowly come down.
“Oh fucking wow,” she said, breathing deeply as I stood up. She leaned against the trunk, breathing deeply. “Holy shit, Vince.”
“I told you, girl,” I said. “You’ve been dreaming about that since you last saw me.”
“That was amazing. I can’t even think right now.” She had that loopy, pleased smile on her face, and I fucking loved it.
I watched as she pulled her panties and shorts back on. I cleaned her juice off my fingers with my mouth, savoring her taste. Finally, she finished, her face flushed red.
“You’re fucking delicious,” I said to her, moving closer.
“You’re not so bad,” she said, smiling.
I grinned. “That was just the beginning, girl.”
“I don’t know,” she said.
Just then, I heard the door to the room open. Kaley stiffened in my arms.
“Vincent Mo
ri?” a voice called out. “Kaley Kozlov?”
“Back here,” I said.
Kaley stepped back, afraid to be seen close to me. I smirked at her but said nothing.
A young staffer came out of the foliage. “Sir, Mister Barone wants to see the two of you in his office.”
“Okay. We’ll be there shortly.”
The kid nodded and then turned and left. The door shut behind him.
Kaley smacked my arm. “You said nobody would come in here.”
I laughed. “Normally, nobody does.”
“You lied!” She smacked me again.
I grinned at her. “I love the fight you’ve got in you,” I said.
“Quit lying to me, that’s all.”
“Didn’t lie. He only came in because Barone sent him.” I sighed and began walking back toward the door. “You ready to meet the boss man?”
She fell into step beside me. “I guess so.”
“Don’t be nervous,” I said, grinning at her. “He’s a nice guy.”
She said nothing, but I could tell she was shaken.
I didn’t know what Arturo wanted, but I was interested in finding out.
Chapter 13
Kaley
I had never for a second thought I’d ever meet Arturo Barone.
He was just so far out of my league. I knew who he was, of course. He was a living legend in the Chicago crime world. He had built his family’s organization from nothing, taking it from a small operation to the incredible thing it was today.
All the men in the Russian mob talked about him. The young men bragged about what they would do if they ever saw him, how they’d beat him senseless or kill him or something like that.
But the older men spoke of him with reverence. I was always surprised to hear my father and his friends speak of Arturo not as their hated enemy, but as a respected businessman. They admired him in a lot of ways, even though they were actively trying to undermine him.
Arturo Barone had grown to epic proportions in my mind. I’d never thought I’d see him, let alone walk right into his inner sanctum.
Which was why my stomach was a nervous wreck as I followed Vince through the hallways of Arturo’s house. It hadn’t really dawned on me what exactly was going on. It hadn’t really become real in my mind that I was in the middle of the Italian mob’s stronghold. Probably because it felt more like a luxury hotel than like a mafia compound.
But I was about to go meet the most powerful man in the city.
“Don’t be nervous,” Vince said to me.
I nodded. “I’m not.”
He laughed. “You really love to lie, don’t you?”
“Fine,” I said. “Okay, I’m nervous.”
“Good. I’ll be with you the whole time.”
We moved through the hallways, and my body was still buzzing from what had happened just a few minutes ago. Everything was so mixed up in my mind in that moment. I had gone from Vince’s incredible mouth working my soaking pussy to suddenly afraid to meet the head of the Barone crime family, all within a few minutes.
And now, of course, my relationship with Vince was much more complicated than I had wanted.
I had never planned on doing anything like that with him. Sure, he was attractive, sexy actually, with all those tattoos and his dirty mouth. But he was a dangerous mobster, not the type of man I needed.
I needed a father to my kid, not some asshole. He could give me some protection now, but I’d never intended for him to really be in my life in any meaningful way.
So what did it mean that I was willing to let him touch me like that? He made me feel incredible.
That was the scariest part.
Finally, we ended up outside a big wooden door. Vince knocked twice.
“Come,” a voice called from inside.
Vince pushed open the door and we walked inside.
Arturo’s study was a lot like the rest of the house: richly furnished, plenty of wood and gold, the sort of place a man of power like him could exist.
There were three men in the room. Lucas Barone was leaning up against a wall and nodded as we entered. Another young man was standing next to him, his arms crossed, smiling kindly at me.
And then there was Arturo himself. He was older, heavier, with thinning hair cut short. He didn’t look like the terrifying man I had imagined in my mind all these years at all. He looked more like a middle school football coach gone soft, though he wore an expensive-looking suit.
“Kaley,” he said. “I’m Arturo Barone. This is my son, Lucas, and one of our captains, Gian.”
“Hello,” I said, nervous.
“Sit.” He nodded at the chairs in front of his desk. We sat down in front of him.
“So, Kaley, how has your stay here been?”
“Good,” I said. “It’s beautiful here.”
Arturo smiled. “Good. I’m glad you think so. We treat our guests as well as possible.”
“I really appreciate your hospitality.”
He leaned back in his chair, eyeing me. “You know why you were called here, yes?”
I nodded. “You’re trying to figure out what to do with me.”
He smiled again. “Yes, yes, we are. Should I be honest with you, Kaley?”
“Please.”
“You’re a problem. You’re the daughter of Anatoli Kozlov, a notorious pain in my fucking ass, which means you should be the enemy.” He sighed and looked at Lucas. “Pour me a drink, son.”
The room was silent as Lucas poured Arturo a whisky and placed it in front of him. Arturo took a sip and nodded almost to himself.
“Now,” he said, continuing, “you have this baby that you say is Vincent’s child. I’ll ask you, though I doubt you’ll change your story. The child is truly Vincent’s?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Of course. Well, that’s complicated. We like Vincent; he’s a very good worker, ruthless and smart in his own way.”
I glanced at Vince, but his face revealed nothing.
“Your family threatened us with war, Kaley.”
I blinked. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Are you worth going to war over?”
“I don’t know,” I said softly.
“No,” he said. “You are not worth going to war over. Say that back to me.”
I felt a cold chill run over me. “I am not worth going to war over.”
“Good. Understand that.”
I was terrified. Were they about to throw me out? I didn’t know where I would go if they did, what I would do.
I had nothing else. I had some money, but it wasn’t close to enough to get me far away. Maybe Vince would help me, but I doubted it, not while we didn’t have the paternity test back yet.
I was screwed. I wasn’t worth going to war over; I knew that was true. I didn’t have any useful information for them, and I wouldn’t tell them even if I did.
All I had was my son. He was half Russian mob and half Italian mob. I had hoped that Vince’s heart would sway him into helping Alexei, but I was beginning to realize how foolish and childish that was.
These people didn’t know me. They had no reason to protect me, to help me. If anything, I was a huge liability to their organization.
“I understand,” I said softly.
Arturo finished off his drink and looked at me. The room was quiet and tense, and I could feel Vince’s agitation next to me. He wasn’t speaking up, but he clearly was angry about something.
Maybe he did give a shit after all. But he wasn’t going to help me if he knew what was good for him.
“I need you to understand that,” Arturo said, “because I do not want you to think that you are the reason we are allowing you to stay here.”
I blinked, surprised. “What?”
“We are offering you our protection, Kaley. We are going to war with your organization, but it isn’t because of you. We are going to war because I’m sick of the fucking Russians trying to throw their meager weight around.”
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I stared at him, completely shocked. Hope and anguish raged in equal measures inside me. I was going to be protected, allowed to keep my son, but people were going to die.
My family was going to be in danger because of me.
“But,” Arturo said, raising his finger, “if the child isn’t Vincent’s, then we will kill you and throw the baby into a river. Do you understand?”
I nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
“Tell me now if you’re lying. We’ll let you go, but this is your last chance.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Good.” He leaned back in his chair and almost looked relieved. “Gian, go tell the others.”
The young man nodded and then left the room.
“Last thing, Kaley,” Arturo said. “We need you to be useful to us, and so I want you to think real hard about any information you can give me that will help our cause.”
“I won’t betray my family.”
He laughed. “The family that wants to steal your child away?”
“I won’t betray them,” I said softly. “I don’t want them to get hurt.”
“Of course not. But unfortunately, your actions have ensured that they will. So I implore you, give me information, make this war easier on everyone.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know anything, but I wouldn’t tell you if I did.”
“We’ll see.” Arturo looked at Vince. “Take her back to her rooms.”
“Yes, sir.”
We stood. I followed Vince out of the study and could feel Arturo’s eyes on me the whole time.
Once out of there, we walked quickly away. We got a few halls over before Vince stopped and turned toward me.
“I hope you understand what happened in there,” he said.
“I get it.”
He pressed me up against a door, pinning my body against it. “Are you sure? Men are going to die.”
“I didn’t ask them to go to war.”
“No, but your actions forced them to.”
I couldn’t look at him. “Alexei is your child, Vince.”
“Yes, maybe. I’m not afraid of war, Kaley. I’ll kill your family if I have to. But if you can help us avoid that, think very long and hard about it.”