Dark Blood: A Mafia Hitman Romance

by Isabella Starling

  He looks solemn and serious as hell. His eyes lock on mine and his fists tighten. "Don't fucking go back to see her."

  I try to hide the tension inside my body. I stare at my father and clench my fists. He is right, of course. I'm already thinking of ways to sneak back inside Bianca's cell and touch her. Smell her. Taste her.

  "I won't." The lie falls smoothly from my mouth, and my father turns away, seemingly satisfied. Why shouldn't he be? I've never lied to him before. Always followed orders, even the most brutal ones.

  I stalk towards the house with hunched shoulders. I'm already plotting how to get back to Bianca. Sweet, innocent Bianca....

  I wonder if her pussy tastes as forbidden as her skin.

  I spend the rest of the day cleaning up another one of my father's messes. I have to deal with a man who cheated him out of a large amount of money. My father knows I am his most brutal hound, and I deliver my blows that day with such anger, it even shocks my subordinates.

  Hours and two broken kneecaps later, I’m supposed to be heading back home. Of course, I don’t live with my father. I have a shitty apartment where I only sleep and fuck. But before I can head to the dump I call home, I know I have to check on her…. Bianca.

  Her face has been running through my mind all fucking day long. I’m desperate to see her again, even though I already know it’s a bad idea. My father specifically warned me to stay away from her, yet I’m disobeying his direct orders.

  I catch a ride with one of the other hounds, asking him to drop me off at the Abbate mansion. He does as he is told, and when he questions my actions with a worried look, I silence him immediately with my cold gaze.

  I don’t feel safe until he’s pulled away from my father’s property, and even then, I’m worried someone will spot me. I don’t know what my father’s plan is for Bianca, but I can’t let him leave her rotting in that cell. She needs some food as well, and I managed to stop at a gas station to buy some cheap snacks and sodas.

  Truth be told, I can’t quite believe I’m doing this. Fuck, she’s just a girl. A barely legal, very dangerous girl who could ruin my relationship with my father beyond repair. And somehow, I don’t give a fuck.

  I sneak onto the grounds of my father’s mansion and stealthily stalk my way until I’m far away from the lights of the house. I should’ve brought a flashlight, but thankfully, the stars are bright enough tonight to lead me where I need to go.

  I stop a few feet away from the entrance to the bunker. Someone’s standing above ground – one of my own hounds. I freeze on the spot, my hands forming fists at my sides. So he has someone else watching her. And it’s one of my most fucking vicious.

  I approach Sarge, grinning at him and clapping him on the back. Best to pretend I’m here on my father’s orders, or he could suspect something. He narrows his eyes at me and I play innocent.

  I grunt at him and he repeats the same non-verbal greeting. "You watching her?" I ask him in a slow, lazy voice. Pretending like I don't fucking care. Like she hasn't been on my mind the whole fucking day.

  "Yeah." He narrows his eyes at me. "Why the fuck are you here?"

  "Sent by capo," I reply easily, the lie rolling off my tongue. "I can take over from here."

  He gives me a doubtful look and I can tell he's about to tell me off, but I don't give him a chance. I give him a warning look, making damned sure to establish my dominance.

  "I said," I snarl. "Get the fuck away from here."

  Sarge steps closer to me, breathing down my neck. For a second, I'm sure he's going to kick my ass. Instead, he just stares me down. He's taller and more muscular, but I can fucking take him, and I won't hesitate tearing his balls off.

  "You have a thing for her," he says. Fuck. Am I that easy to read? "Who wouldn't?" Sarge chuckles deep in his throat. "Dream on, Matteo. She's not yours to keep. She's dead meat."

  "We'll see about that," I respond sharply. She won't be dead, over my fucking corpse. "Get lost, Sarge."

  He shrugs. "Your funeral."

  He walks away and I wait until he's out of view, swallowed up by the woods on my father's property. I'm shaking, my fingers nervous since I never delivered the punch I've been holding in all day. Finally, when Sarge is safely out of the way, I unlock the bunker door and stare into the dark abyss.

  I can hear her cries from up here.

  And it fucking hurts.

  I climb down hurriedly, locking the latch back in place as I descend the ladder. I turn on the lights. As decrepit as this place is, it's equipped with some essential shit like electricity.

  Unfortunately, that doesn't really serve for the comfort of our prisoners, but instead their torture.

  Her whimpers stop, and I can tell she's heard me approaching. She's scared, probably trembling in the corner of her cell. I want to comfort her. But at the same time, the beast inside me wants to take her. Ravage her. Explain to her that she was made for me.

  I open the door that leads to her cell. It creaks on its old, rusty hinges. Not even fucking locked....

  Bianca is curled up on the floor, just like I knew she would be. She's shaking, too. But once she sees it's me, an expression of relief passes her face.

  Is she happy to see me?

  My dick twitches in my pants despite my best intentions. Fuck, she awakens something primal in me. Something lustful, dark and so damned delicious.

  I stalk over to her and she cowers away in fear, which only makes me more pissed off. She shouldn't be scared of me. I'm not here to hurt her.... I just...fuck. I don't have a reason. I just wanted to see her pretty heart-shaped face again. Touch that silky skin. See if her cunt is still wet for me.

  "Are you okay?" I ask.

  She's shivering. The cell is freezing and she's still in her lingerie. She shakes her head, a movement I barely detect. On a whim, I take off my leather jacket. Not the best thing for warmth, but it will have to do.

  She cries out when I approach her, trying to protect herself with those small dainty hands. I move them out of the way roughly and put the jacket on her, wrapping her ice-cold skin in the leathery material coated with my musk and cologne.

  Her eyes follow mine fearfully, trying to find the reason why I'm being kind. Fuck me if I know. I just can't stand to think of her down here alone.

  "Did anyone hurt you?" I ask her. She shakes her head no.

  "Did someone come down here?" Again, she shakes her head.

  "Do you need to use the bathroom?" This time, she nods, quickly.

  A twinge of regret runs through my body, an unknown emotion for me. We're treating her like a fucking animal down here. No water, no food, shackled down to the ground. Fuck, she won't last long. She already has that crazed, lost look firmly engrained on her face.

  "You attack me, you get hurt," I explain to her. She's looking away, and I grab her chin to make her face me. When my fingers hit her skin, I'm shocked by its warmth compared to the rest of her body. "Are you listening?"

  "Yes." Her words are weak, barely above a whisper. She's breaking already. We're going to destroy her down here. I can't let that fucking happen.

  "I'll unchain you and you can pee there." I point towards the toilet in the corner. "I'm waiting outside. One wrong move and you get hurt."

  She nods eagerly and I do as I promised I would. The chains that hold her fall away from her wrists and ankles, and seeing her reddened, bruised wrists makes me ache to kiss them better.

  I turn around. It's her first chance to attack me, but I don't let her think about it. I walk outside calmly and speak to her over my shoulder. She's still frozen to the spot. "Hurry the fuck up."

  She scrambles for the toilet and almost falls down. She's dizzy from sitting down such a long time, dizzy and disoriented. I don't make a move to help her. I'm not here to hold her goddamned hand.

  I wait outside the door until she's done, and as soon as I hear the toilet flushing, I walk back in. I half expect her to lunge at me, finding some kind of weapon in the grimy cell. Instead
, she's waiting meekly in her spot in the corner.

  "Will you chain me again?" she asks timidly.

  I give it a moment's thought. "Not yet."

  I walk over to her, and she cringes into the wall. I hate that she does that. Instead of questioning why, I hand her the bag with snacks I bought a few hours earlier. Bianca looks confused.

  "It's food," she says, after taking a look in the bag. "For me?"

  "Eat." My order is simple, and she pulls out a soda, popping it open. She drinks in long, hungry gulps, and almost chokes on the bubbles.

  I've done this routine plenty of times —it’s not the first time we’ve had a prisoner. But this girl...she makes me feel for her. She makes me regret the bad shit that's going to be done to her through no fault of her own.

  She drinks a soda and attacks a bag of chips next. She eats everything in the bag and I sit there and watch her like a fucking idiot. My leather jacket overwhelms her small frame, and she looks fragile and young as fuck sitting there.

  She licks her lips once she's done, getting every last crumb off her mouth. "Thank you," she says, her voice soft.

  I don't reply. I gather the trash instead, not saying a word. I'm getting ready to leave, and I know full well I haven't chained her back up again. Fuck me, I just don't want to. I don't want to see her get hurt unless I'm doing it and she's begging for that beautiful pain.

  I head for the door. My hard cock is throbbing in my jeans, and my mind is begging her to call out to me. Make me stay. Make me touch her, just one more goddamned time.

  "Wait."

  I exhale after what seems like ages, just as my hand lands on the door handle. I turn around excruciatingly slowly, staring her down. She doesn't shy away from me this time.

  Instead, she crawls over to me on all fours.

  My cock is enormous, thick and throbbing, by the time she's reached me. Fucking hell. Does she even know what she's doing to me?

  Bianca Da Costa sits at my feet and looks up at me, her eyes begging me to stay.

  "What do you want?" I ask. My own personal brand of torture. I know it's hard for her to say it, but I need to hear those words from her lips. "Tell me, Bianca."

  "Stay," she says. Her lashes flutter open, then closed, then open. She's nervous. "Stay for a while. I can't.. I can't be alone. I'm too scared."

  "No one will hurt you," I tell her. "I'll be outside. I'll make sure no one comes in."

  She shakes her head vehemently. "No, no, no. I need you here."

  Bianca is shaking again. She reaches up for me, but I'm ready this time. She rises up on her knees and I grab her by the throat, gently this time. "What do you need?" I ask her, my voice hoarse.

  Her hands go up, shaking like a leaf. She wraps them around my knees and my heart almost fucking stops. She looks so beautiful, so innocent. I could bend her to my will right now, make her do everything she's always dreamed of, but thought too naughty.

  "Tell me," I say. I'm pretty much begging at this point.

  Her lips part and a breath escapes her. Fuck me.

  "You," she says. "Need you to stay with me."

  "Why?"

  "Want to feel safe," she mutters, her eyes straying from mine. I turn her to face me again gently.

  "You feel safe around me?" I can't help it, I laugh out loud. "I broke a man's legs today. You think you're fucking safe when I'm around? Think again, princess."

  "But...." she trails a finger over my leg, looking so fucking tempting I have to hold myself back before I take advantage of her. "I trust you."

  Fuck.

  "You shouldn't." My voice is weak, and I clear my throat. "I'll only break you."

  She wraps herself around my legs, her skin pressing against the fabric of my clothes. And it's not enough. I need to be skin to skin. Need to feel her touching me. I'm almost too far gone to stop myself, my eyes so clouded by lust I almost miss her one slip-up.

  Bianca's eyes dart behind me for a split moment. She's looking at the open door, and for a second, I see that calculating look in her face. And I know she's fucking playing. Trying to distract me so she can slip out when I'm not watching.

  I grab her hips and pull her up, hard. She shrieks.

  "Are you fucking playing me, girl?" I rasp in her ear. "You think you can seduce me and get away?"

  "Well, it was working pretty well," she snaps, her innocent facade quickly disappearing and revealing the ugly truth beneath.

  "You think?" I grab her hair and pull it back until she screams out in protest.

  "You're hurting me!"

  My lips graze her neck. Her pulse is throbbing, her neck hot as fuck. "Do I look like I care?" I manage to say. She's messing with my head. Messing with my instincts. Messing with my goddamned dick.

  "You're about to," she hisses. She punches me in the balls.

  Or at least, she tries to. I grab her hand before she makes impact. "Nice try."

  "Fuck you!"

  "What a delightful little spitfire." I'm mocking her, laughing in her face. I back her up until her back hits the wall. "When I fuck you," I say in her ear. "You'll be begging for me to keep going."

  My hands clasp her wrists forcefully and I pin her arms above her head. She whimpers and tries to get away, but I'm too strong for her. "You'll be begging for me to milk one more orgasm out of your pussy," I keep going.

  "You disgust me."

  "Sure." I laugh in her face. "That's why your crotch is pressed against my dick, right?"

  She looks down, and blushes deeply. She has needily pressed her pussy against my hips, though she isn't tall enough to reach my cock.

  I should be punishing her, and I will.

  Thankfully, my punishments are fucking delicious for both of us, as much as she tries to deny it.

  I lift her up and she gasps. On an instinct, her legs wrap around my waist. I twist her arms behind her back with one hand, holding her up with the other.

  "You gonna’ try to get away now?" I breathe down her neck. "You gonna’ fight me over what we both know is what you want, baby girl?"

  She writhes against my body, desperate to get closer and farther away at the same time. I don't need to hear her moans to know how turned on she is. She's pressed up against me good, grinding that little pussy of hers on my crotch. Fuck, I can feel how wet she is now. She's going to leave a mark, that's for sure.

  "Tell me, Bianca," I growl at her, my lips sliding down her neck gently. I graze her skin with my teeth, loving the vibrations from her throat against my lips. "Tell me what you thought about while you were alone down here."

  "No," she says.

  Stubborn little thing.... I let go of her wrists, and to my surprise, she doesn't push me away. She grabs me around the neck, one hand getting tangled in my hair and pulling on it hard. "More," she breathes, so quietly I almost don’t hear it. I have a shit-eating grin on my face now, and I know I've got her hooked.

  "More what?" I ask her.

  "I need...." She's blushing, embarrassed by the fact that she's so turned on. Of course I get it. I think it's stupid as hell, this thing we have going on. But she started it...and I'm sure as hell not going to say no to a tasty treat like her.

  "What?" My grip on her ass tightens. It's firm and juicy, the perfect little bubble butt. God, I want to see her naked. She's pretty much exposed in her lingerie now that my leather jacket has slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor. But I want more.... I want her to strip off her bra and panties. I want to inspect that pretty pink slit, want to see the curve of her hips transitioning into that ass. "What do you need?"

  "Touch me." She looks up at me with pleading eyes, and I can see the confusion in them. For a minute, I feel like a total bastard for stringing her along like this. I should be cruel, I should be a monster. But all I can do is stare at that pretty face, squeeze my fingers on her juicy ass.

  "Where?" I lock eyes with her, my look as cold and calculating as hers is soft and lustful.

  "I...."

  "Where?" I wan
t to hear her say something dirty. My cock is throbbing, and I need to see her break so beautifully for me. "Tell me or I'm dropping you to the ground, baby girl."

  She takes a deep breath, burrowing her face into the crook of my arm. Her back arches, and her whole body is pressed up against me now, her tits right in my face. Fuck. I'm not going to be able to resist it. It's too much. She's too much.

  "Take my bra off," she begs. There's no mistaking the tone prevalent in her voice. She needs this, and she needs it badly.

  I prop her up on my leg, and my fingers actually shake as I unclasp her bra. I let it fall to the ground, and her pretty, perky little tits stand to attention. Her rosebud nipples look painfully hard, and I'm longing to suck on them. God, how am I going to resist this little vixen? She's already made me throb in my pants, and if we don't do something about my cock soon, it's going to make a tear in the fabric....

  I eye her breasts, so small but full and perfectly tear-shaped. Her nipples are getting harder and stiffer. I bet she knows I'm watching her, even though she's turned her face away.

  "What now?" I ask. I'm having to physically restrain myself so I don't suck one of those nipples in my mouth. Shit, I'd give anything to have her blow me right now.

  "Lick." Her voice is weak and husky. I can tell how badly she needs it. Almost as badly as I do.

  I lean down, Bianca's head falling back and exposing her long, graceful neck. My mouth latches onto a nipple and she gasps, the sweetest, barely audible sound I've heard her make. She tastes so fucking delicious, like sweetness and baby powder. I roll her nipple with my tongue and she grinds against me.

  I've held back as long as I could. Having her grind on me while I bite down on those tits isn't enough anymore. I drop her to the ground. She's shivering, barely able to stand up. "W-what is it?" she stutters.

  "Hands on the wall," I growl at her. She obeys silently, her body trembling so fucking hard I have to wonder whether she's still scared of me. But she fucking wants this. If I was unsure before, one look at her soaked panties leaves no doubt about it.

  I kick her legs apart gently and she shivers, her shoulders raised to her ears. She's so fucking scared.