Bend: A Dark Mafia Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I used a finger to fuck her as I licked her clit again. I knew she fucking loved it by the way she moaned loudly, saying my name and gripping the table.

  She reached down after a minute and grabbed my head, pulling my hair. I gasped from the slight pain and laughed, looking up at her.

  “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t make me come.”

  “Don’t worry. You have to ask for permission first.”

  “Vince,” she said as I pushed my fingers inside her, sliding them in and out. “Don’t tease me. Please.”

  “Tease you?” I asked. “What do you want then?”

  “I want you to fuck me. Please. Fuck me.”

  I grinned at her and pressed my fingers all the way inside her. I leaned forward as she sat up, her mouth open, and kissed her.

  I slowly moved my fingers out and reached up. I took the straps of her dress and pushed each one down. Her dress was yellow with little blue flowers and buttons all down the front. The straps came off easily, and I pushed the dress down, revealing her full, perfect tits.

  I kissed her chest softly and she moaned. I kissed her lips and then stepped back.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Please,” she moaned.

  I unbuckled my belt as she sat forward. She reached out and undid my button and my fly, and I pulled my jeans off. I tossed my gun aside and then unbuttoned my shirt. She watched as I slipped it off, and she pressed her hands against my skin, tracing the black lines of ink along my chest.

  “I love these,” she said.

  “You like a hard man with tattoos?”

  “I shouldn’t, but I do. I know what men like you want.”

  “What do we want?”

  “You want to fuck girls like me.”

  I laughed and pressed my hand against her pussy again. “You’re damn right we do.”

  She reached forward and began to stroke my hard cock as I worked her pussy more, kissing her mouth. Her cunt was so fucking wet. I needed to fuck her, needed to press myself deep inside her.

  I stepped back and reached into my jeans, fishing a condom from my wallet. She watched me eagerly as I tore it open and rolled it down my length.

  I pulled her legs up and put them on the table, laying her back down. I stood there, her pussy at the perfect height, dripping and so fucking enticing.

  “Say please,” I said. “Beg me.”

  “Please, Vince,” she groaned. “Please. Fuck me. I need it.”

  “Yes, yes, you do.” I pressed her legs open wider and slowly pushed my cock deep inside her.

  She moaned loudly. “Oh my god,” she said. “Shit. I forgot.”

  I grinned as I pushed myself to the hilt, filling her completely. She was so wet, it was nothing to just slide inside her.

  “Forgot what?”

  “How fucking big you are.”

  I began to stroke her, sliding in and out slowly. “Fuck your pussy feels as good as it tastes,” I said.

  She moaned as I began to fuck her, sliding my cock in and out, rocking her body back. She held on to the table as I held her hips, working my cock deep inside her, working her hard, fucking her deep.

  I used my thumb to softly rub her clit as I stroked deeper and harder, fucking her rough. She was moaning with abandon, saying my name over and over, and that drove me fucking wild. I wanted to make her sweat, wanted to make her body crave more and more.

  I fucked her rough and hard on the table, her legs spread wide for me. I loved watching her full breasts shake as I fucked her hard with deep, rough strokes.

  “Oh my god, Vince,” she said. “It feels too good, too fucking good.”

  “This pussy is mine,” I said. “I love the way you grip my cock. I love the way you say my name. I want to fuck your cunt until you can’t breathe anymore, until you come so hard you forget your name.”

  I fucked her deep and rough, her body pressed against the table, taking my thick cock. She was loving it, moaning loudly and saying my name.

  “This cunt is fucking perfect,” I said, rubbing her clit, fucking her deep. “I want you to take my cock over and over, beg me for it. And I’ll let you come when I want you to.”

  I grabbed her hips and pulled her harder against me. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth, fucking her like that, grinding my cock inside her. She moaned into my kiss, taking me, and began to work her hips, rolling them side to side. She worked her hips as I fucked her, kissing her mouth, her moans driving me fucking wild.

  And then I stood and pulled back. I grabbed her hips and slid her off the table. She landed on her feet and I spun her and shoved her over. I spread her legs nice and wide and touched her dripping pussy with my fingers.

  “This is what I like,” I said, lifting her dress up above her hips, “your pussy dripping wet, your ass up in the air for me, ready to take my cock.”

  I grabbed her hips and thrust inside her. I slipped in so easily. She was soaked beyond belief.

  “This cunt is the perfect fucking fit,” I whispered in her ear. “I love your ass too, girl.”

  I grabbed her hair and began to thrust into her from behind, fucking her hard. I gently grabbed her breasts as I slammed deeper and deeper into her.

  “Fuck, Vince,” she moaned. “Fill me up. Fuck me harder.”

  I grabbed her hips and thrust deeper, harder, fucking like an animal. Waves of pleasure and desire ran through me, and I needed her pussy, her cunt, her body. Everything about her drove me insane, especially the way she begged me to fuck her harder.

  I reached around her hips and began to rub her clit as I slammed myself into her. She moved her hips back, bucking her ass against me, working herself as I fucked her deep and hard.

  She took my cock like she needed nothing else. I pulled her hair roughly and fucked her harder.

  “You make me so dirty,” she moaned.

  “Why do you let me fuck you so hard?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Because I need it,” she said.

  “That’s right, because you’re a fucking bad girl. You’re dirty for me, and you love it.”

  “Oh my god, I love it,” she moaned. “I love your cock, Vince.”

  I fucked her hard, pulling her hair, slamming myself into her. I loved the feeling of her full ass against me as I fucked her from behind, her breasts pressed together as she steadied herself on the table.

  Suddenly she adjusted herself and turned around, moving me back. I stepped away, sliding out of her, and she pushed me toward the couch.

  I grinned at her. “You eager girl,” I said. “Taking charge.”

  “Come on,” she panted. “Please.”

  I sat back on the couch and she straddled me. I grabbed her hips and slowly guided her down my cock. She slid down my hard shaft slowly, moaning, throwing her hair back.

  “Yes,” she groaned. “Oh fuck, yes.”

  She began to slide up and down my length like that, riding me, her soaking pussy gripping my big cock. I filled her every inch and loved it, loved having her full breasts in my face as she began to slide up and down me.

  “Take that cock,” I said. “Ride that fucking cock, girl. I want to make you come all over my big dick.”

  “Fuck, Vince. I’m so close. I can feel it. I can feel you deep inside me.”

  “Filling up every inch,” I said.

  She began to work her hips, twisting and riding my cock, sliding herself up and down along my length. I slapped her ass hard as she rode me, moaning wildly, her head thrown back, her hands on my shoulders.

  She slammed back, rolling her hips. I loved the way she worked that ass. It felt fucking amazing on my cock. Every inch of her skin was amazing, fucking perfect. I wanted to fuck her pussy deep, ruin her dress, make her never forget this cock.

  She continued riding, twisting, working her hips and ass. “Fuck, Vince. I’m so close. Oh my god, I’m going to come.”

  “Say please,” I said, thrusting deep inside her.

  “Please, please, please let me c
ome,” she moaned, begging.

  I fucked her, letting her ride me, getting into her rhythm.

  She moaned loudly. “Vince, oh my god, Vince, fuck me, Vince, fuck me.”

  I worked with her and watched as she came. Her whole body stiffened, her head thrown back, her mouth open. I pressed deeper and deeper inside her, taking over the work as she came. I grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as I fucked her, the orgasm taking over her body.

  The look on her face drove me fucking crazy. I could feel my own fucking orgasm coming, my balls heavy with cum for her. I fucked her harder and her moans pushed me over the edge. I held her arms back as I kept fucking her, rough and hard, unrelenting with my cock. She took my every inch, and I came deep inside her.

  “Oh fuck,” I grunted. “This pussy is amazing. I’m going to fill you up.”

  “Fuck me, Vince,” she responded.

  I kept thrusting, coming deep inside her.

  She groaned, moaning, working her hips, as our orgasms slowly ended together.

  She collapsed forward onto me, gasping and panting. We were covered in sweat, her dress totally ruined from it.

  “That was incredible,” she said. “Oh my god.”

  “Yeah” was all I could say.

  We sat there together on the couch, her body pressed forward against mine, my arms around her. I panted slowly and loved the feeling of coming down with her.

  It was fucking incredible, pure animal lust. And already as we sat there, I kept thinking about how much I wanted more.

  The mother of my fucking baby, the daughter of a dangerous Russian mobster.

  Things had gotten so twisted, so complicated. There was a war going on out there at that very moment, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  The only thing I cared about was Kaley and her body pressed against mine.

  And getting that pussy again, harder, deeper.

  Chapter 17

  Kaley

  Vince had to leave soon after, but the thought of him just kept lingering in my mind for the rest of the afternoon.

  His body pressed against mine, the way he handled me, rough but tender, strong and powerful and more. His smell even drove me insane, which I’d never experienced before. Vince was someone unlike I’d ever seen before, a totally new type of someone. He was rough and hard, made my knees feel dizzy, my stomach knot in nerves.

  And he was the father of my son. I knew it of course, but now he knew it too.

  But I didn’t know what that meant. Vince wasn’t the fathering type, wasn’t the loving kind of man. He was hard and lived a hard life full of danger. He clearly didn’t want a kid, let alone a kid with some random Russian girl.

  I was looking out the window, rocking Alexei in my arms, when I heard a knock at the door.

  “Come in,” I called out.

  The door slowly opened. “Hi,” Louisa said.

  She looked disheveled, even more so than usual.

  “Hi, Louisa.”

  She took a step into my room. She looked almost like a frightened animal, ready to bolt at any second. “Can I ask you a favor?”

  “Sure,” I said.

  “I need you to help me translate something. You speak Russian, right?”

  “A little bit,” I said, “but I’m rusty.”

  “Good enough.”

  She turned to leave.

  “Wait,” I said. “I have to watch Alexei.”

  She stopped and looked at me. “Right. The kid.”

  “Want to hold him?”

  “No,” she said simply.

  I laughed. “Okay. Hold on. I’ll call Sonya.”

  “Come to my room.”

  She turned and left, shutting the door behind her.

  What a strange girl. At least she was going to distract me from wondering what the hell was going on between Vince and me. I picked up the phone and called down to Sonya, and fortunately she was free.

  Ten minutes later, I was standing outside Louisa’s door. I knocked, but I didn’t hear any response. I waited a few minutes, knocked a few more times, but heard nothing.

  Finally, I tried the handle. The door was unlocked. I pushed it open.

  Her living room was chaotic, covered in computer parts, stuff flung all over the place. She was hunched over a computer monitor in the corner of the room wearing enormous headphones. I walked over to her and tried to catch her attention.

  Finally, I tossed a balled-up piece of paper at her, hitting her in the back. She nearly jumped out of her seat.

  “Oh,” she said when she saw me. “I almost forgot about you.”

  “What are you doing?” I asked her.

  “Sit.” She nodded at a chair. I pulled it up and sat down next to her.

  I couldn’t understand a word of what she was reading on her screen. It was just a black background with green text scrolling past endlessly. She somehow seemed to know what was going on, because every once in a while she would type out a flurry of letters and commands. Every few minutes she stopped the movement and pointed at a word. “What’s this?” she asked.

  “Uh,” I said, “I think that’s the word for an albatross.”

  “Big bird?”

  “Yeah. Sea bird.”

  She nodded and went back to the computer.

  I didn’t think I’d ever seen someone with such concentration before. It was almost like I wasn’t there at all. She wasn’t distracted by me reading over her shoulder, and she really even hardly seemed to realize I was there at all.

  Suddenly she stopped again and pointed. “This?”

  “Duck,” I said.

  “Duck? Quack quack?”

  I nodded seriously. “Quack quack.”

  She went back to the computer.

  We went like that back and forth for a half hour. I was way too mesmerized by her to really ask what was happening. I got the sense that she was trying to decipher a message of some sort, and a lot of it was in Russian. There was a bunch of computer code, and I couldn’t understand a word of it.

  Finally, she sat back in her chair. “Okay. Finished.”

  “Finished what?”

  She looked at me and suddenly seemed to realize that I had been watching that whole time.

  “You don’t know what just happened?”

  “No, not at all,” I said, laughing.

  “Why didn’t you ask?”

  “You looked too serious.”

  She nodded. “I was serious.”

  “Well, what was it?”

  “Kaley, you just witnessed the first skirmish in the war.”

  I cocked my head at her and then started laughing. I thought she was joking, but she didn’t smile.

  “Okay, you’ll have to explain that.”

  “Some Russians were trying to break into our computer systems. They went by weird nicknames. That was what you were translating for me.”

  “Ah,” I said. “That makes sense. Those words were mostly slang.”

  “Slang for animals?”

  “Sure. There’s plenty of that sort of thing in Russian.”

  “Well, they were trying to hack us, so I caught them in a little trap and let them play around while I analyzed their movements.”

  “Wow,” I said. “You run the network here?”

  She shrugged. “Not officially.”

  “What?”

  “I’m not allowed to be a part of the mafia,” she said. “My father forbade it. He’s stuck in a different time.”

  “I can relate to that,” I said softly.

  “Yes, I know.” She stretched and rolled her neck. “But I run the system here anyway. I’m good with computers.”

  “That’s really amazing,” I said. “Did you win?”

  She stared at me. “Of course I won.”

  “Oh. Good.”

  She turned back to her computer and began typing again, almost as if she had forgotten I was there. I sat and watched her for a minute and then stood up.

  “Okay, well, if you don’t need me
anymore?”

  She didn’t even react.

  “Bye, Lou,” I said.

  Nothing.

  I laughed as I walked away. She was such a strange girl.

  But something was bugging me as I left her room. If that really had been the first skirmish, a cyber attack, then the war was real and really happening.

  That meant my family was in danger.

  I got my cell phone from my pocket and unlocked it. I quickly dialed Soph’s number, leaning up against the wall behind a gaudy statue.

  She answered on the second ring. “Kaley? Are you okay?”

  “Hi, Soph,” I said. “I’m fine. I called to ask how you’re doing.”

  “Oh my god, I’ve been so worried.”

  “Why?”

  “Your dad’s been going around telling everyone that you were kidnapped, and that the Italians are threatening to hurt you.”

  “Shit,” I said. “No, Soph. It’s nothing like that.”

  She let out a breath. “I’ve been so worried. I thought something had happened since we last spoke.”

  “No, nothing happened. Well, actually, we got the paternity test back. Vince is the real father.”

  “That’s great,” she said. “But why does your dad keep saying you’re in danger?”

  “Because our two families are going to war.”

  “Shit,” she said. “Really?”

  “Really. They’re using me as an excuse, Soph. But Dad knows full well that if he just lets me keep Alex, then I’d come home tomorrow.”

  “Nobody is mentioning him, you know.”

  “What?”

  “Nobody is talking about Alexei. It’s creepy, like he doesn’t exist anymore. I asked my mom about him and she just shook her head like I shouldn’t say anything else.”

  I bit my lip, worried. That was not a good sign at all. I didn’t know what my father would do to me if I had to go back to my people, but clearly he was never going to accept Alexei. He was such a stubborn man, so unwilling to bend when he was clearly in the wrong. And he was wrong to try to separate a mother from her baby.

  “What do I do, Soph?”

  “Stay where you are,” she warned. “I don’t like what’s happening here. Keep Alexei there and stay safe.”

  “Okay. I’ll try. I don’t know how long they’re going to let me stay here.”