Bend: A Dark Mafia Romance

by B. B. Hamel

“Don’t make a noise,” I whispered. “Except I’m going to try to make you scream anyway.”

  “Vince!” she whispered. “Don’t.”

  “I want to hear you come. Wake the whole fucking house; I don’t care.”

  I grabbed her hips and spun her around roughly. She gasped as she put her hands up against the door, pressing her ass against my hard dick. I kept my fingers on her soaked pussy, working her from behind. I pressed my lips against her neck and her ear from behind, whispering softly.

  “I’m going to fuck you right here,” I said. “I’m going to make you fucking sweat and come, rough and hard. And you’re going to take it.”

  “Don’t,” she said. “We can’t be loud.”

  “I don’t give a fuck,” I whispered. “I just want this tight fucking cunt wrapped around my cock.” I pressed my fingers deep inside her, and she let out a small, soft moan.

  I kept working her like that, and she actively bit back any more noises, trying to stay quiet. I loved pushing her body, working her, and watching her trying so hard not to wake the baby up. It was so fucking sexy the way she could barely stop herself from moaning my name.

  I pulled my hand from her panties and tugged her shorts down her hips. She stayed perfectly still as I slowly moved down her body, dropping to my knees as I pulled them off. I tossed them aside and spread her legs.

  I pressed my mouth between her legs and began to lick her pussy from behind. She gasped and tried to protest, but she was too worried about making noise. I held her hips firmly as I pressed my tongue deep between her legs and inside her pussy, lapping her up.

  I loved her taste, her fucking sexy ass in my face, her body tense and straining not to make noise. I pressed her legs open wide and sucked her pussy, licking her. I wanted to slap her ass but held back, deciding to play the quiet game. Instead, I held her hips roughly as I licked and sucked her cunt, eating her pussy from behind.

  I looked up and saw her looking back, her face in total pleasure, her hands straining against the door. She was clearly trying hard not to moan, and I loved it. I wanted to drive her wild, make her lose herself. I licked her top to bottom, eating her wildly, starving for her fucking cunt. I pressed my tongue deep inside her and fucked her, pressing in and out and then rolling it down along her.

  She was dripping wet from my mouth and from being so fucking excited. I loved how wet she got and loved her taste. It was like a fucking dessert as I licked and sucked up her juices, eating every inch of her, driving her fucking wild.

  And finally, I stood. She went to move, but I pressed her back against the door. “Stay,” I whispered in her ear.

  “Vince,” she whispered back, but I stepped away. I took off my shirt, grinning at her. She watched over her shoulder, legs spread, pussy dripping, hands against the wall. I unbuckled my belt and took my pants off, fishing a condom out of my pocket before tossing them aside.

  She watched as I pulled off my boxer briefs. My cock was hard and straight, fucking straining and desperate for her tight pussy. She bit her lip as she looked at me, and I smirked at her, pressing myself against her. My cock slipped between her legs but didn’t push inside her.

  “I’m going to fuck this cunt until you come,” I whispered. “And you’re not going to make a single sound.”

  “I can’t,” she said. “I can’t. I can’t stop myself.”

  “You’re going to be a good girl and take this fucking cock nice and quiet.”

  “Oh fuck, Vince,” she said, grinding her hips along my shaft. “Oh fuck. I can’t be quiet.”

  I grabbed her hair, pulling it back. She gasped. “You’ll be quiet while I fuck you.”

  “Okay. Please, just fuck me.”

  I grinned and stepped back. I opened the condom and rolled it down my length while she watched.

  I kicked her legs open wider, teasing her pussy with my fingers, sliding them in and out. I fucked her with my fingers from behind, working her pussy, getting her ready for my big cock. She took it and loved it, practically ready to beg for more, but she was staying quiet.

  I grabbed her hips and pressed my big cock against her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as I slowly pressed myself deep inside her, my cock sliding between her legs, deep into her soaked pussy.

  “Oh shit,” she whispered, her fingers gripping the wall.

  “Don’t make a sound,” I whispered in her ear. “Or I won’t make you come.”

  I began to rock back and forth slowly, sliding myself in and out of her.

  “You’re so big,” she groaned softly. “I can’t help myself.”

  I thrust once, hard and deep. “Quiet,” I warned and grabbed her hair. I began to thrust slowly in and out, and I watched her face, loving the way her eyes shut, her teeth biting down on her lip to keep herself from moaning.

  It was driving me absolutely fucking crazy to take her body like that, up against her door. We had to stay quiet to not wake the baby, but I wanted to fuck her like an animal, hear the slap of my skin against her ass.

  Instead, I kept working her slowly, fucking her deep, savoring her soaking wet pussy tight around my cock. She lengthened her back and dipped her head forward as I kept fucking her.

  “Take that cock nice and quiet,” I whispered in her ear. “Don’t make a sound. I’m going to fuck you rough and hard and you’re going to take it.”

  She nodded, her mouth hanging open.

  “That’s right. I’m going to fuck that cunt and you’ll be quiet, because your pussy is mine.”

  “Yes,” she said softly.

  I began to thrust harder, deeper. I pulled her hair back and she let out a choked moan. For a second I thought it was too loud, and so I slapped her ass hard.

  We paused, listening.

  “Still sleeping,” I whispered, beginning to slowly fuck her again.

  “Oh my god, this is so hard,” she moaned.

  “Good,” I said. “I want it to be work. Work for that fucking cock.”

  She clutched the door, biting back another moan as I began to fuck her again, thrusting deep, pressing myself hard between her legs. I reached around her thigh and began to rub her clit as I ground my cock deep inside her.

  She took my cock and rocked her hips. The only thing on my mind was her body, her pussy gripping my cock, her smell, everything her. I wanted her badly, wanted to come deep inside her, making her pussy mine. I fucked her harder, deeper, my whole body becoming tense with desire as I fucked her deeper.

  She took my cock and rolled her hips, working herself back against me. She stayed quiet, though she couldn’t help but release these tiny, soft moans that only made me so much fucking harder. The baby was across the room and couldn’t see or hear any of this, but I knew if she let loose with how she really wanted to moan, then he’d wake up.

  But I wanted to get her off before that happened. I wanted to make her body tense and sweat. I wanted her mind to go blank as the orgasm rolled through her body.

  I fucked her deeper, harder, grabbing her hips. She rolled with it, legs spread wide, hands pressed against the wall. I could see her knuckles turning white from the effort of keeping silent. I grabbed her hair, tipping her chin up.

  “Come on my cock, girl,” I whispered. “Come nice and quiet.”

  “Oh my god, I’m so close,” she whispered.

  “Take that thick cock. I love fucking you like this, making your body mine. I love grabbing this fucking ass while I take your cunt.”

  “Keep going,” she whispered.

  “I love making this pussy mine. You’re so fucking wet, and you take my big cock like you fucking need it. God I love this fucking body, you dirty girl. I love your perfect cunt.”

  I rubbed her clit again, fucking her harder, faster. Her hips moved with me, bucking back against me. We were beginning to get louder, forgetting about the kid, and that was fine.

  She was close, and we both knew it. Small, choked moans came from her while she struggled to stay quiet. It was driving me fucking wi
ld that she worked so hard to keep silent as I fucked her pussy rough and deep.

  My fingers kept working her clit, her soaking wet pussy taking my cock, as I fucked her rough.

  I felt her whole body stiffen.

  “Oh shit, Vince,” she moaned. “I’m coming. Oh my god, I’m coming.”

  I began to fuck her with wild abandon, thrusting deep and rough. I didn’t hold back anymore as she came, her whole body tensing. Her moans were soft as her whole body tensed. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock as she came.

  And I fucked her like an animal. That shit drove me absolutely wild. I loved that she was taking my cock, coming on my big dick while she worked so hard to stay quiet. She did what I wanted her to because her cunt was mine, my fucking tight pussy to fuck.

  It tipped me over the edge, watching her come so silently. I grunted as the orgasm took over me too, and I came deep inside her pussy.

  I thrust deep, hard, coming fire inside her tight pussy. My mind was nothing but pleasure, pure fucking bliss, and Kaley’s body ringing through my brain.

  “Fuck,” I grunted as both our orgasms slowed. “Oh fuck, Kaley.”

  “Vince,” she gasped.

  “That was fucking good,” I whispered in her ear, and she laughed.

  “Yeah, it was. Oh shit.”

  Across the room, Alexei started to cry.

  “Guess we woke him up after all,” I said, grinning.

  “Your fault,” she said. “I was being quiet.”

  “No, you weren’t.” I stepped back and away from her, sliding myself out of her pussy. “You were moaning like you couldn’t think.”

  “I couldn’t think, that’s true,” she said, laughing. She pulled her shorts on quickly and then walked over to Alexei, picking him up and rocking him.

  I pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash and then got dressed.

  That girl was too fucking much. I couldn’t even stop myself from fucking her right there in the living room, maybe fifteen feet away from our baby.

  My baby, my baby’s mother. I watched her talk softly to Alexei, her face flushed, her hair messy, and she looked so fucking beautiful. It was strange, the feeling in my chest. I’d never felt that way about a woman before, never wanted to just watch her with a smile on my face before.

  And yet as she rocked Alexei, that was all I wanted, just to sit there and watch the two of them.

  It was fucking strange as hell.

  I shook my head. “I’ll leave you to it,” I said.

  She nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

  “I have some work to do. I’ll come back later.”

  “Okay.”

  I gave her a look and then walked over and kissed Alexei on the head.

  I couldn’t read her face as I turned and left the room.

  I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, kissing babies. It wasn’t me, wasn’t like me at all, and yet there I was wanting nothing more than to kiss that fucking baby and then fuck his mother until she couldn’t stand.

  The whole thing was insane. I needed to get my head right for this war, not obsess about some baby.

  Yet as I headed back to my office, I couldn’t help but think about Kaley’s sweet pussy wrapped around my hard dick.

  Chapter 25

  Kaley

  Vince didn’t come back at all that day.

  I hadn’t really expected him to. He’d left pretty fast after we were finished fucking, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’d been trying to get away from me.

  But it didn’t matter either way. I was trying not to care about any of that, about what Vince was or was not thinking. The only thing I needed was for Alexei to be safe, and beyond that I couldn’t let myself worry.

  The next morning, I got my usual breakfast. Sonya came by early and picked up Alexei, saying that I needed a break. I suspected that someone in the family had sent her, though she never admitted to that.

  So while I hated that someone was taking Alexei, I knew he was in goods hands with Sonya. The Italians were mobsters, not monsters; they wouldn’t hurt a little baby. I let myself relax in the quiet of the morning, sipping a single cup of coffee and eating breakfast.

  It was a simple luxury I knew not many single mothers got. So few of us got the chance to sit down and enjoy a quiet meal, and I tried my best to really feel present and to enjoy it. Being a mother was a full-time job, and so many mothers had to work another job on top of that.

  Which was exactly why I was trying not to think about Vince or about the war. I didn’t want to waste my very rare quiet time on worries that wouldn’t help anything or anyone.

  Of course, I couldn’t really help it.

  My mind kept roaming back to Vince. I kept thinking about what had happened yesterday. I didn’t know what had come over me, why I’d suddenly felt the need to jump him like that. It was a combination of his normal, handsome, cocky nature and the fact that he had taken care of Alexei.

  There was just something so incredibly sexy about that. He’d somehow gotten Alexei to take a nap, and although it was pretty short-lived, it drove me wild imagining him taking care of Alexei. I knew Vince wasn’t the father type, but it gave me hope that maybe he would try to be in Alexei’s life anyway.

  Just as soon as I let myself indulge in thinking about Vince and his strong arms, someone knocked at the door.

  I felt a thrill run down my spine. Maybe it was Vince, coming back for more. Maybe he had Sonya take Alexei just so he could make me moan as loudly as he wanted.

  “Come in,” I called out.

  The door opened, and Louisa stepped in.

  I glanced down at the ground to compose myself. I didn’t want her to see the disappointment.

  If she did or not, she didn’t say anything about it.

  “Come with me,” she said.

  “Uh, hi, Louisa,” I said.

  “Hi. Come with me.”

  Lou was wearing an oversized T-shirt and tapered sweatpants. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a day or two. She was totally stunning.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Just come.”

  I stood up. “Okay, okay. Hold on.” I quickly went back into the bedroom and got changed. I could hear her pacing around out in the living room while she waited.

  “Ready?” she asked.

  “Lead the way.”

  Without another word she turned and left my rooms. I followed her through the twisting passageways, down a few flights of stairs, and out the back door of the mansion.

  We wound our way along the road that twisted through the compound’s center, heading away from the house.

  “Where are you taking me?” I asked her.

  “This way.” She cut off the main road and across a short field. There was a small outcropping of trees up ahead on top of a small hill, and Louisa took us right toward them.

  “Are you about to kill me or something?” I asked her jokingly.

  “Just watch.”

  We got into the trees and Louisa stopped. She crouched down and looked forward, and I got down beside her.

  Just ahead we could see the guard station at the base of the road. There were more people down there than usual, and all of them were heavily armed.

  “A lot of guns,” I commented. “Not that weird though, since we’re supposed to be in a war.”

  “We?” she asked.

  “You, whatever.”

  She shrugged at me. “Just wait.”

  I sighed, a little frustrated. Louisa wasn’t the best conversationalist in the world, and so we sat there in silence just watching the road. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I figured I’d know it when I saw it.

  After a few minutes of waiting, I caught sight of a large semi-truck coming down the road. It slowed and turned up toward the compound’s gates. All of the men down there were suddenly on high alert, their guns pointed and ready.

  “What’s happening?” I asked.

  “Watch.”

  “Is
this normal?”

  She shushed me, and so I watched as the truck pulled up to the gate. It stopped, and for a second, nothing happened.

  It was a tense second. The men with guns stared and the truck simply sat there, unmoving. Finally, the driver’s door opened and a man climbed out. I couldn’t see him from this distance, but quickly the Italians swarmed him, pulling him aside.

  What happened next happened fast. The Italians tore through that truck, checking every single inch of it. They went through the back, the front, the bottom, the top, every single inch of it. Meanwhile, the driver just stood there and watched passively, smoking a cigarette.

  “So it’s a shipment,” I said. “I bet the mansion gets them every day.”

  “Not just any shipment,” Louisa said.

  “What’s in it?”

  “You’ll see.”

  “Why are you being so mysterious?”

  She stared at me. “Because I want you to see and to understand.”

  “Okay,” I said softly. Louisa was strangely intense.

  Although then again, she was always strange and intense. Right now she was just being both at the same time.

  Finally, the men finished searching the truck. Someone got up front and began to drive it up the road while the driver simply began to walk away.

  The men let him go. He got to the main road and just kept walking, eventually disappearing from sight.

  “Come on,” Lou said.

  She quickly started walking back the way we’d come, but this time going the long way. We followed the tree line toward the mansion, not walking out in the open. Up ahead, I watched the truck pull around toward the back of the building, and I knew where Lou was taking me.

  A few minutes later, we were crouched not far away from the truck. I watched them slowly unload the contents without any comment.

  The truck was full of guns. Lots of guns. And not the sort of guns you could buy at some store, but military-looking guns. Serious firepower was being unloaded from the truck, thousands and thousands of dollars worth of guns and ammunition and who knew what else. Most of it was packed away in crates, but it was clear what was inside.

  After a few minutes of watching, suddenly my heart skipped a beat. Rafa and Vince appeared from inside and began giving orders, inspecting the goods.