City Of Sin_A Mafia & MC Romance Collection

by K. J. Dahlen

  When my alarm went off, I woke easily. I thought I might be tired after only getting a few hours’ sleep but I was filled with excitement and anticipation. I’d thought about it all day and had decided I’d kiss him again and let his hands explore. I wasn’t ready to give my virginity to him, but I was willing to round some bases.

  I spent a few minutes doing my hair and makeup. I didn’t want it to look like I was trying too hard or wearing it just for him since it was late enough that I should have been going to bed.

  Once I was ready, I stole down the hall and descended to the first floor. This time it was Vito on the couch. He had his back to me and was on his phone. He was watching some video. From the amount of skin, I saw, it was porn. He didn’t even notice as I walked behind him.

  There was no one in the basement. I’d thought of a story in case I ran into anyone. I’d tell them that I was supposed to come down to get the dinner dishes I’d forgotten earlier. It wasn’t a great plan, but I thought it would work. I never found out, because I never ran into anyone.

  When I got to Dante’s door, I pressed the code and turned the handle slowly. I had expected that he’d be asleep, but he was sitting up on his bed, his pillows propped behind him.

  “You’re awake!” I exclaimed.

  He smiled at me. “I couldn’t sleep on the off chance you’d come down. I didn’t want there to be any chance I missed you.”

  I couldn’t believe his words. He was waiting up for me! “I said I’d come, didn’t I?”

  “Yeah you did, and you also said you’d make me tiramisu.”

  “I did make it,” I said looking over at his dinner plates that still sat there. There was a dessert plate with chocolate remnants.

  “You didn’t make that. You had to have bought it. It was so good.”

  I started to laugh. He had to be teasing me, but I liked it. I felt myself relax. I walked toward the bed and sat down on the edge.

  “Seriously though, it was delicious. I am very, very impressed. You can cook for me any day.”

  I give him a light smile. I can’t imagine that he’ll be around much more, and surely not coming for dinner.

  “I can cook too,” Dante said. “I make delicious meatballs and also my own gravy.”

  I love pasta with tomato sauce and meatballs. I also loved that he called the tomato sauce gravy like my family did.

  We continued talking about things that we could cook. That moved onto other skills we had and we even talked about things we weren’t good at. I found out that Dante was a really great shot, but he couldn’t ice skate. I loved to ice skate, but I’d never fired a gun.

  “You’re pretty spectacular,” Dante said after I told him I could also play the piano.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “I’m good with my hands too,” Dante said with a smirk. “Almost as good as I am with my lips.”

  I’d remembered how he’d kissed me and how it had seemed to wake my entire body.

  He looked at me, just then, bringing himself closer to where I sat on the end of his bed. His hand reached out and he slid it up my back to the nape of my neck. His fingers wound in my hair and he brought his lips close to mine, an inch apart, if even.

  As if an invisible force pulled me to him, I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Although the kiss was slow and soft, it made me feel weak in the knees. I felt grateful I was sitting on the bed.

  His lips moved over mine, his tongue moving to explore my mouth. The way his fingers felt as he moved them through my hair made me tingle.

  Dante pulled me a little closer and tried to sit up more. Wincing, he pulled me onto his lap.

  “Are you okay?” I asked looking at his shoulder.

  He stared at my lips as I talked, his eyes glassed over. “Yeah, it’s still store. I’ll be fine,” he said and pulled me towards him for another kiss. With me on his lap, it was a new position, making me several inches taller than him, putting my breasts right in his face. “Perfect view,” he said, moving his mouth to my neck. He kissed it roughly, sucking the skin into his mouth. I was worried he was making marks, but it felt so good, I couldn’t even care.

  His kisses began to travel from my neck to the neckline of the tank top I wore. Dante kissed the material softly, moving his mouth lower and lower until his lips and tongue were less than an inch from my nipple.

  I held my breath. Was he going to kiss my breasts? Electrical pulses shot from my bellybutton to somewhere between my legs creating a wetness that flowed from my body.

  He looked up into my eyes for a moment and then back down at my breasts, which were less than an inch from his face.

  I couldn’t look away. I watched, filled with anticipation as he moved closer and closer to my chest. I could barely believe it when his mouth first touched my nipples. I could feel the warm wetness through my shirt.

  He sucked gently pulling my nipple into his mouth where he bit down softly and worried it with his teeth.

  The way he made me feel was sinful as the moans that fell from my lips. When I thought the sensation couldn’t get any more intense, he treated my other breast to the same attention as the first, bringing my body to a new sense of arousal. My eyes were half closed and my breathing ragged.

  I had no idea what to do or what to expect next, but my body seemed to know what to do. Instinctively, as his mouth continued to suck on my breasts through my shirt, I rocked my hips just slightly until I found the large bulge I’d hoped was there. I pressed onto it and rocked my hips slowly. Though I’d never had sex, the urge to ride on someone, to rub your genitals against theirs was primal. Animals did it in the wild, and I was no different.

  As we kissed, his hand moved from my back to the front of my shirt. He pulled at the hem of the tank top, and for some reason I let him take it off. I looked into his eyes as his stared at my breasts. “Fuck baby girl, your body is so hot.” He was the first man to ever see me topless.

  He licked his lips causing me to whimper. His warm tongue first circled my nipple then sucked it into his mouth. The feel of his tongue on my skin and the gentle tugging had me nearly losing control of myself. I grabbed his hair and held him to me.

  He flicked my pebbled nipple with the tip of his tongue making it harder and harder by the second. When I couldn’t get enough of that, he’d switch to gentle sucking and then to hard sucking. While I was fairly certain that I didn’t have marks on my neck from his mouth, I wasn’t so sure about my breasts. If I had to guess, I’d say that my breasts were covered in small bruises.

  While his mouth was licking and sucking on one breast, his hand was rubbing and pinching on the other. The longer he did it the more turned on I got. The tingling feeling I’d felt earlier behind my belly button had grown into a full fire. I knew what was coming.

  I’d masturbated before and had given myself several orgasms, but they were nothing like this. I started to slow my hips to hold it off. I wasn’t sure I was ready to come in front of him.

  He must have sensed my hesitation. “Oh no you don’t, my little angel.” Dante chuckled grabbing my hip with his free hand. “Come for me. Come all over me.”

  I was so nervous, and I never thought I’d actually achieve orgasm, but everything felt too good to stop. I continued as he held my hip, rocking me on him while he teased my nipple with his tongue. I let out a low moan that was so loud I would have been worried if I knew anyone else was in the basement.

  I continued to rotate my hips over the bulge in his pants until I thought neither of us could take it anymore. My orgasm was so close, I worked hard to hold it off, still unsure of finding my release in front of him.

  Dante seemed to sense my concern because he stopped sucking on my breasts and pulled me towards him in a long slow kiss. As the kiss built, so did the speed I was moving my hips. He began pressing his tongue in and out of my mouth. It felt like he was making love to me with his tongue. That thought, combined with the sensation growing between my legs had me right there. “Dante...Dante...
please,” I whimpered, not at all certain what I was asking him to do. Did I want him to stop, or did I want him to continue. I was so lost in that moment, I wasn’t sure what my name was, let alone able to make any rational decisions.

  “Babygirl. Annalisa, come for me.”

  His words, his mouth, his fingers sent me over the edge. Pulling free, I arched my back and allowed my release. Wave after wave left me. I was caught up in my own world of pleasure, but I was aware enough to realize Dante must have liked it too, because I heard him grunt and mutter, “Oh fuck.”

  When I stilled, I felt his hardness twitching from under his sweatpants. Part of me was glad that there were two layers of material between us and part of me wanted it gone. “That was incredible Dante,” I panted, leaning forward and pressing my forehead to his. “You made me feel… oh… there really aren’t even words.”

  Dante seemed to find some. He kissed me gently on the lips then said, “I want to make love to you.”

  His words surprised and thrilled me. He was a very sexy man, and he wanted me. It made me feel special, but how many other women had he said this to? When I’d brought him dinner the first night and he’d kissed me, it had crossed my mind that he was just using me to get back at my father. I was fairly certain now, after talking to him for hours that it wasn’t about that. Still, did I really want to be another notch on his bedpost. On the other hand, I’d get what I’d wanted. But was it what I wanted? It was nice in theory, to think I could just hook up with a complete stranger, fuck him and move on. In reality, things were much more complicated. I did want him, I did want to have sex with him, but I wasn’t ready yet.

  “Annalisa?” he asked, using his one free hand to slide into the waistband of my pants.

  I pulled away. “I can’t. I um...I have to go.”

  His face fell and it broke my heart. “Will you consider it for tomorrow? If I’m still, you know... here? Giving yourself to me?”

  I nodded, climbing off of him. I found my clothes and dressed quickly. I couldn’t let myself think about him not being here tomorrow, instead focusing on the happiness he’d created. My head was swimming and I had no idea what I’d do if he weren’t here tomorrow night. I also had no idea what I’d do if he were.

  7

  Dante

  It was possibly my last night on Earth. I spent it with the sexiest woman I’ve ever met and still I hadn’t slept with her. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d had her tits in my mouth and her ass in my hands. She’d come on me, yet I hadn’t fucked her.

  When I saw her breasts, I thought I would die. I managed two strip clubs and had been with more women than I could even count, but hers were perfection. They weren’t huge, filled with silicone, they were real, and got me harder than any set of tits ever had before.

  When she’d been on top of me, grinding on my cock, I swore my cock was going to rip his way out of my pants. And when she arched her back and came I lost it. This wasn’t a typical problem for me. During sex, I never came prematurely and I have never come in my pants unless you count the time I was 12 and had a wet dream about this lifeguard I’d seen the beach. Yet there I was, with Annalisa grinding on my cock, coming from my mouth on her tits, totally out of control. I had tried to control it, but before I knew it, I was grunting as I came in my pants.

  Earlier, I thought it would be embarrassing to jerk off, now I wished I had. It would have been much less embarrassing than what I was going to face in the morning when one of those assholes came to give me my breakfast. I assumed Annalisa had noticed, but she hadn’t said anything. I suppose it was possible she didn’t know.

  I’d wanted to feel her pussy, to feel her wetness, but when I’d put my fingers in the waistband of her pants, she’d bolted. I suppose I was moving too fast, but for a guy like me, there was only one speed. I wasn’t one of those wine and dine guys. I was used to opening my fly and saying “Suck it” or “Bend over” and getting exactly what I needed. With Annalisa, it was different, and I should have known that. I had no clue as to how many men she’d been with before, but I was pretty sure she wasn’t a fuck on the first or second date kinda girl.

  I could have easily let it go. There was an actual chance that I’d make it out of my situation alive. They hadn’t killed me and they’d had me two days. That was a good sign. Once out, I could fuck anyone I wanted. The problem was now that I’d met her, she was the one I wanted to fuck. I was a competitive guy, I wanted things I couldn’t have. I’d set my mind on banging the only daughter of my enemy, Franco Morelli.

  The part of me that protested, saying that Annalisa was a sweet person, a kind woman who was sexy as fuck lost out to the bravado voice. I needed to convince myself she was just a conquest, something to stick my flag in, because everyone knew that if you let a woman get too close to you, it could fuck with your head.

  I closed my eyes and tried to let sleep take me. I had so much on my mind. My father, and whether or not he’d make the deal with Franco, my shoulder which still hurt, my pants, which were wet and sticky, and Annalisa. Annalisa won out. Recollections of her sweet kisses had me calm and relaxed. I drifted off to sleep with visions of her on my mind.

  In the morning, I woke stiff, sore and not well rested at all. I had a hard time sleeping, partly because I couldn’t sleep on my stomach like I liked to because of my the way my wrist was cuffed to the bed but also because I couldn’t get Annalisa out of my head. I’d had a few wonderful dreams of her. I’d taken her to dinner, we’d gone walking in the park and then I’d made love to her in my room. It was an odd dream because I’d never taken a girl to my house. I chuckled. I sure as fuck couldn’t take Annalisa to my house. I couldn’t even imagine what my parents would say if they saw me walk through the door with her. My dad might be proud if he thought I was banging Franco’s daughter, but not if it had been anything more like in my dreams.

  I had a nightmare about Annalisa too. She’d come down and had been about to fuck me when her father came in. At first, I’d been afraid for her. In my dream I’d looked at her face, worried about what he’d do, but she’d burst out laughing. “You really think that I’m this sweet innocent girl?” she taunted. “I was just fucking with you. It’s the best kind of torture.”

  I tried to shake the bad feeling as I lay in bed. I focused more on what I had to do to get out of here. I no longer wanted a quick and painless death. Sure, if it came to that, I’d be grateful, but I wasn’t giving up just yet. I also had my bladder to focus on. Once again, I had to take a wicked piss.

  I was taken from my thoughts by the sound of the keypad. The door opened and it was Vito. He was the enforcer for Franco. I rarely saw him alone.

  He walked into the room with a tray of food. It was pancakes and smelled fucking delicious. He set it on the dresser near the door and tossed me a set of keys. “Use the bathroom and take a shower. You fucking stink.”

  “Good morning,” I said in snarky response. “The breakfast smells delicious. Give my compliments to the chef.”

  He just glared at me and grunted. “Cocky little shit,” before leaving me alone in the room.

  After uncuffing my wrist, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I had to admit, it was nice to have a real toilet. I was torn between eating and showering. The food smelled great and I was starving, but the fact that I’d had to peel my boxers from my body because they were stuck to me made the shower win out.

  I stripped down and stepped into the shower. Part of me had expected it to only have cold water, which I would have been fine with, given the situation, but it was warm and felt great on my shoulder.

  I washed myself and then brought the boxers and sweatpants in with me. I’d rather walk around the room nude than put those crusty things on again. I washed them and hung them over the shower curtain bar to dry.

  I was proud of my body, and I had no problems walking around my room nude. It turns out I didn’t have to. When I got out of the bathroom, there was a set of clothes on the bed along with a few magaz
ines and a newspaper. I pulled the t shirt over my head then put on the boxers and sweats.

  I sat down on the edge of the bed to eat the breakfast. Though the pancakes weren’t hot, they still tasted incredible. I ate as I read the newspaper. It reminded me of my dad. He read an old school paper one every morning. I’d teased him about getting a tablet to read like the rest of the world, but he’d said that sometimes change wasn’t good. I wasn’t sure if I agreed, but I was glad I could at least catch up on events.

  Vito hadn’t told me to re cuff myself at any specific point, so I just walked around the room stretching my legs. I tried to work out, missing the feeling, but my shoulder prevented this. I did try to move it a bit, to get range of motion back.

  Hours had passed until I heard the sound of metal scraping metal. I looked up at the door to my room to see a small slit now opened. I’d noticed it before, but knew it was too small to even get my hand through. I saw a set of eyes.

  “Go cuff yourself.”

  I thought about telling whoever it was to go fuck himself, or to come in and make me, but the reality was that things were going pretty well for me, all things considering, and I didn’t want to lose the privilege of using the bathroom. I walked to the bed and put the cuff on my wrist. It hurt as I’d already rubbed my wrist raw.

  “Toss the keys toward the door,” the voice said again.

  I thought it was Marco. Once I’d tossed the keys toward the door, I heard the code being entered and the door opened. Marco walked through it.

  “I thought it was you,” I said giving him a smirk. “I recognized your sexy eyes.”

  I thought it would have pissed him off but he let out a laugh. “You’re a sick fucker,” he said. “Fucking comedian with a death wish.” He walked over to me and looked down at my shoulder. “Wanna know what’s funny?” he asked, removing the bandage and looking at it more closely. “My girl just said I had sexy eyes this morning. I’m gonna have to tell her that she has competition.”