Hitman's Bride (Bad Boy Empire)

by Vanessa Waltz

  Jesus.

  I’m startled by the transformation, and I lose my nerve for a moment. Suppose he’s worse than Rafael?

  Don’t really have a choice. Yeah, I’m that desperate.

  So how do I do it? Do I just ask him now? Apologize first?

  I’ve never done this before. Rafael was my first, and he was the one who pursued me.

  It shouldn’t be that hard—just pretend you’re someone else!

  I grab a glass from the counter and pour a beer, blushing hard as I walk from the bar to give him a drink.

  No, this won’t work if you act like a blushing virgin. You need to be desirable. Be desirable.

  Right. I compose myself for a moment and head for his back, trying to ignore the wildly flying butterflies in my stomach. The bar is so packed that I have to squeeze my body beside him.

  My heart pounds somewhere in my throat as I take his shoulder with my left hand and slide the drink under his nose. God, this guy has muscles. I can feel them through his suit. His shoulder is rock hard.

  His head turns slightly. “Who is this from?”

  I smile at him, cocking my head. “Me.”

  His lips pull slightly. “If you’re here to hit me again, think again. You got me once, sweetheart. You won’t get me again.” He takes a sip from the drink politely and licks his lips slowly. Damn. The way he looks at me sends shivers down my spine.

  “I really—I wanted to apologize for that. It was rude, I’m sorry.”

  Actually, you kind of deserved it.

  “Are you? Or are you just here to ask me for something?”

  There are other women looking at him hopefully from across the bar, and a spasm of fear suddenly clenches my heart.

  Now what do I do?

  My heart pounds absurdly hard against my chest as he leans on the bar, turning his body toward me. I’m struck by his size, and his closeness momentarily robs me of breath. His eyes watch me with an unrelenting intensity, and he smiles, deep dimples carving into his face. A swooping feeling in my stomach makes me weak, and I forget about my brazen plan.

  “I am really sorry. I was just—really stressed.”

  My fingers brush his shoulder again, and he turns his head. Heart hammering, I lean closer and touch my lips to his cheek. The smell of his hair surrounds me for a moment and then I pull back, already blushing hard.

  He doesn’t smile. “Look, I told you before. I can’t help you.”

  “I know.” I sit down next to him, not knowing where the hell I should start. He was all over me the other night, but now he’s keeping his distance.

  You did slap him, idiot.

  “I—I want to take you up on your offer.”

  “Take me up on my offer?” He smiles, laughing through his nose. “It’s called fucking, Elena. You want me to fuck you. Say it.”

  The word slams through me. Fuck. From his mouth, it sounds so damn dirty. I won’t lie, the thought of going home with him and stripping off all my clothes scares the shit out of me. The man’s gorgeous, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that the only man I’ve ever been with is Rafael. I’ve never had a one-night stand. Never would have considered jumping into bed with a guy this quickly.

  Spending the night alone might mean a death sentence. I’d much rather be wrapped in Tony’s arms, with his sweat clinging to my skin. I’d rather feel his lips all over my body, and his tongue gently stroking my clit.

  Jesus.

  “I want you.” I don’t think it’s possible for my cheeks to burn any brighter than they are. He raises his eyebrows. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “What if my offer expired?”

  My heart skips in my chest as I search his face desperately. He can’t—he doesn’t mean that, right?

  “Then I just have to change your mind.”

  I get up from the chair and move between his legs as his eyes, shining with amusement, follow me. My hand curls over his massive thigh. Damn, he’s so warm. His warmth blazes through the slacks and sparks fly over my skin.

  “What are you doing?”

  I ignore him, keeping my eyes locked on his as I slowly ride up his muscular thighs, heading for the bunched-up fabric between his legs. The shape of his cock is just visible.

  “What’s it look like? I’m getting you hard.” I try to fight down a grin, but it doesn’t quite work.

  Laughter booms from his chest and he shakes his head at me. “Right here in front of everyone?”

  “Why not?”

  He cocks his head. “If my cock is out in a room filled with guys, I better be fucking a girl.”

  I make a sound at the back of my throat as I grab his hardening cock. It twitches in my hand and Tony lets out a small groan.

  “Looks like it’s working.”

  His face darkens as he lets out a primal growl that makes my core contract. “Any guy will get hard with a chick’s hand on his cock.”

  “Oh—so you don’t want to fuck me?”

  I find the head of his cock and give it a squeeze and he makes another deep rumble in his throat. His eyes smolder with desire.

  I’m in a bar, surrounded with people who can see exactly what I’m doing if they glance over. I suspect the bartender saw something, because she keeps throwing me a big smile.

  He suddenly grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his cock. “Enough.”

  “Sorry, did you get too close?”

  “Please, I’m not that easy.”

  Tony’s cock strains against his slacks like an iron rod shoved down pants that are too tight. He shifts his jacket to hide his boner, and then he pulls me close enough to kiss. I turned him on too well, and now he’s pissed. My heart pounds in my head and I’m startled by the electricity between us.

  “I don’t like being teased.”

  “I’m not teasing you. I just thought you liked cutting through the bullshit.”

  A slow smile tiptoes across his face. “Not exactly what I meant.”

  He still won’t let go of my wrist, but I don’t really want him to. The noise in the bar drops to a distant rumble. I’m close enough to smell the musky scent clinging to his skin—no cologne at all, just Old Spice. My mouth waters when his thumb caresses my wrist.

  “What makes you think you can just grab my dick like that?”

  That’s a good question.

  “You didn’t stop me.”

  His eyes crease as his lips lift in a faint smile, and warmth inexplicably floods my skin. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

  I smile back, grateful that he isn’t pissed off. My voice dips lower. “I want you to bring me home.”

  My eyes flick toward the other girls in the bar watching us surreptitiously.

  “Bullshit.”

  His hands suddenly wrap around my waist and my heart flutters. I’m faint as his fingers stroke the exposed area just above my hipbones.

  “It’s not bullshit.” Then I soften my voice, loving the attention he’s giving me. “I want you.”

  “I don’t doubt that you want me to fuck you, sweetheart. Every girl wants to fuck me. I just don’t know what you really want.”

  So he’s a cocky asshole, isn’t he?

  I move my lips to his ear, our cheeks pressed together. “Tony, we can argue about what I really want all night, or you can literally take me home right now and fuck me.”

  A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest and into mine. His fingernails slightly drag over the skin at my waist.

  “You said you could make me forget about my ex. Was that true or are you full of shit?”

  He regards me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my lips. “Why should I give you the time of day after you slapped me?”

  His tone makes me want to flinch, and I feel like an idiot for pursuing someone like him. He’s a man who spends his days doing God knows what for the mob. There are scuff marks all over his knuckles and his Tough Guy attitude is too familiar. He reminds me way too much of the guys back home.

  “Because yo
u want me, too.”

  That’s true, isn’t it?

  Then I tug his tie and lean my face forward, crushing my lips against his startled ones. I’m determined to make him want me, but I’m surprised at how much I want him.

  Heat spreads like a fire under my skin the moment his tongue slides inside my mouth, and I dig my fingers in his hair, which is softer than I realize. God, he smells incredible, and his mouth tastes amazing. My palm spreads over his broad chest and travels down his dress shirt, to his waist. Then I ride my palm over his hardening cock, and I give him a squeeze.

  He breaks off the kiss and gives me that sleepy, lustful look that sends a jolt of excitement through my heart. Then he reaches into his pants and pulls out a few bills, slapping them on the counter.

  TONY

  I don’t know what the fuck this crazy bitch wants from me. One minute I’m flirting with this hot broad who brought me a drink, and the next she’s grabbing my dick in a bar full of people.

  Jesus.

  I didn’t know what to expect when she made a beeline for me at the bar, but I was fully committed to spending the next fifteen or twenty minutes torturing her before taking her home and fucking the shit out of her. Then her hand moved up my thigh and my cock sprung to life. Heat rushed into my veins like whiskey and all I could think about was how it felt. It was as if we had fucked many times before. She surprised me. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from my cock, my heart pounding in my ears as my dick twitched and twitched in my pants.

  What a crazy bitch.

  What a crazy, hot bitch.

  Red flags blaze at me at the back of my mind, but her hand rolls over my groin and squeezes. It lengthens underneath her delicate fingers. She’s a Mafia princess. I thought that she was probably uptight and boring like the rest of the girls connected with the life.

  Within a few seconds of apologizing, she grabbed my cock.

  So much for that theory.

  Elena’s pretty smile makes my heart clench again, or maybe it’s the fact that she keeps stroking my cock. Fuck, it’s hard to concentrate. Unconsciously I slap some money on the bar and catch Tommy’s eye near the back. He grins at me and shakes his head, disappearing to the back.

  Go ahead and tell Johnny about this, I don’t give a fuck.

  I love easy pussy, and this one seems wild. What the fuck would possess a chick to grab a stranger’s cock? She’s either horny out of her mind or on drugs, but her eyes look clear to me.

  I close my hand over her wrist and pull her body over my lap. “Hold on a second, hon.”

  She sighs, shifting her hips over my lap. My cock makes a loud protest that I try to ignore.

  “What is it?”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  The last time she saw me, she asked me to kill her ex.

  An irritated look flashes over her face. “Do you want to take me home or not?”

  Whoa.

  “I’ll take you home and fuck you in due time, but first I want to know what you want from me.”

  Her fingers brush against my neck and her lips fall against mine. She kisses me, if you can call that a kiss. Tantalizing lips and tongue brush over my mouth, barely there. It heats my chest and makes my heart pound.

  “I haven’t had good sex in months.”

  “What changed between now and the last time you saw me?” I say in a low voice.

  “I—I was overwhelmed with personal things.”

  I don’t buy it—not the fact that she doesn’t want to fuck me—but that she doesn’t want anything from me. She asked me to get rid of her ex the first time. She’ll probably ask again.

  Whatever. I just want to fuck her.

  “All right, let’s get out of here.”

  Elena returns from the back of the bar, all dressed up for the outdoors, but leaves her wool coat open, probably so that I can’t miss her cleavage.

  Nothing about this girl makes sense. She acts like an unapologetic slut, but she doesn’t look like one. There’s very little makeup on her face, and what little there is enhances her natural beauty. She looks like the girl next door. Innocent. Fresh.

  I stiffen as she bumps against my side and slides her small hand in mine. Then I smile to myself. Definitely not a whore.

  “Your place or mine?”

  “Yours,” she says immediately.

  My cock stirs when she looks at me under her eyelashes. Damn, this chick fucking wants me. It’s suspicious, but my dick could care less. I take her to my car and my hand slips from hers. I open the door for her, and she smiles and gets in.

  She rubs her fingers for warmth as I start the car and gives me a wide, playful grin.

  I’m going to have you every which way.

  I must be driving 80 kilometers per hour down these fucking streets. Her hand lies on my thigh like a hot brand. Her fingers make small movements, driving me nuts as she slowly inches closer and closer to my groin.

  I nearly blow through a red light, and she laughs. The sound of her laughter echoes in my car, and I catch a glimpse of her smiling face. Strands of her hair cling to her mouth as she laughs and then she slowly pulls them away from her face, and I want to keep looking at her.

  Jesus. Get in control.

  Finally I park outside my brownstone. My heart beats steadily, slowly picking up the pace as it realizes how close I am to getting my cock wrapped in her pussy. Then her hand curls around my arm just as I’m about to open the door. I turn my head, and she curls her arms around my neck and kisses me. She shoves her goddamn tongue down my throat. It’s fucking hot, I immediately go for her tits. I unbutton the top of her blouse, exposing a black lace bra and her creamy-white tits. She inhales a sharp breath as I slide my hand under her bra and squeeze her. I love her warmth.

  I break from her mouth and grab a fistful of her hair. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right now in this car.”

  “You can do anything you want with me.”

  I let out a small groan as I look at the door. It’s all the way over there.

  Take her inside. The last thing Johnny needs is one of his guys getting busted for public indecency.

  “Get out of the car.” The voice I use surprises me, but she obeys instantly.

  I get out with a little bit of difficulty and drape my coat to cover my rock-hard erection. Smiling, she walks up to me and takes my hand, leading me toward the door.

  When we’re at the top of the steps, my head burns with the things I want to do to this broad. Her chest flushes with color as I pin her against the door, and I dig my cock into her thigh so that she knows how hard I am. Elena’s dark eyes flash at me when I take her small chin between my fingers.

  “Not many girls get me this turned-on.”

  Her tits bump against my chest as she straightens. My heart flips when she kisses me, and I sigh into her, moving forward, but she pulls back with a slick smile. She’s got me right where she wants me.

  Fuck.

  “I want to be the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

  It turns me on to hear how eager she is to please me, but I really doubt she’ll make that much of a lasting impression.

  “What makes you think you’re going to be the best? I’ve been with a lot of women, and I’ll be with a lot more after you.”

  She gives me a smoldering look. “Because I want you more than anyone else you’ve been with.”

  Wow.

  Her fingers splay over the back of my neck, making my skin tingle as she plants another soft kiss on my mouth.

  Well, fuck me.

  This girl could be completely out of her mind, but I can handle her. I’ve fucked crazy chicks before.

  Who the fuck cares, moron! Shut up and fuck her!

  She tries to open the door, even though it’s locked. My laughter echoes in the street, and she turns to me with a blush.

  “Slow down, ma belle. You’ll taste my cock soon enough.”

  When I finally approach my door, she slips between my arms. Her hot m
outh descends over my neck and she unbuttons my dress shirt, and I know there won’t be any bullshit the moment we step through that door. No getting drinks or making boring small talk or watching a movie. We’ve barely said any words to each other, and I’m hard enough to pound nails. The keys miss the hole several times—it’s hard to concentrate when her hand’s on my dick and she keeps jerking me off through my slacks. Finally the door bursts open and her hands yank my coat, pulling me inside.

  Normally I like to take control, but this is so fucking hot that I just let her. The door slams shut and silence descends over us, but it’s not awkward. It’s simmering.

  Her eyes widen slightly as she stands in my apartment, suddenly looking vulnerable. My hips bump into hers, and I sweep back her hair from her face. A strange feeling clenches my heart when I look at her. I don’t understand it.

  “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  A switch seems to flip inside her and her hands sweep off my coat. Then they latch over my belt and she pulls me forward, grinning.

  “It’s my turn to fuck you the way I want, since I asked for it first.”

  Actually I asked for it first, but I let her take control. I don’t know how long I’ll last—there won’t be anything in the world to stop me from throwing her over my kitchen table if she keeps teasing me.

  I pull her close to me, the very smell of her hair arousing me. Everything about her makes it so fucking hard not to act out on my urges. “I can’t promise you that I’ll wait for my turn.”

  Elena smirks in response and leads me into my living room, where there’s a large mirror. She drags a chair in front of the mirror and pushes me hard into it. It makes me laugh, but I pretend to stumble backward into it. She stands close enough for me to see the stitching of her clothes, and then she rips them off. I follow the hem of her shirt as she pulls it over her creamy-white skin, over the swell of her breasts, and then I watch her toss her head as the shirt sails into the air. A seductive smile spreads over her face as she slowly undoes the clasp of her bra. Fuck, she’s good at it. I feel as though I’m watching a professional strip show, except none of them ever made me this fucking hard in my life. The straps torturously fall down her arms one by one, and then the bra falls from her tits, which are big enough for me to lose myself in.