City Of Sin: A Mafia & MC Romance Collection

by K. J. Dahlen

  I grimaced as he pushed on my wound a bit. “Competition usually makes women try harder,” I said through gritted teeth. “You can thank me later for getting you the best blow job of your life.”

  “She already gives the best blow jobs I’ve ever had.”

  “Ever have Jenny from Bobalones suck your cock?”

  “Can’t say I have. What she got fold back teeth or something?” he asked, starting to put a new bandage on it.

  I laughed. “Naw, but she sucks so hard that you swear she’s gonna suck your balls out through your cock.”

  Marco shook his head laughing. “Not really a mental image I wanted.”

  “You know you love it,” I teased.

  He just laughed.

  It was a fucking shame that Marco worked for the douche bag. He’d have been a great guy to have on my team. I’d thought it before, and I was sure now. I bet he and I would have become great friends.

  Marco was quiet as he finished. He stood and walked to the door. “Once I go, you can take the cuff off, so you can use the bathroom and shit. Lunch is just a sandwich and chips. Vito gave your compliments to the chef this morning, but sadly, she’s out shopping and couldn’t make you lunch. You have to suffer with man food.”

  “Did you at least cut the sandwich into little triangles?” I asked, giving him my smirk.

  “Yep, crust off too.”

  I knew he was fucking with me, and he earned a smile and a laugh.

  He tossed the keys to me then turned to leave.

  “Hey Warden,” I called out.

  He turned back around.

  “Thanks for the magazines and the newspaper. I’m going crazy in here. Any chance I can get a TV, computer and a clock. I never have any idea what fucking time it is. I don’t even know if it’s day or night.”

  “I’ll check with guest services,” he answered with an eye roll, then turned and left.

  Once he was gone, I removed my cuff. It would do my wrist good if I could keep it off for a while. I read through the magazines, though I didn’t have much interest in Guns and Ammo. It was at least something to do.

  I decided to take a nap while my cuff was off. I hadn’t slept well since being here, and even though my shoulder still hurt like a mother fucker, I was able to get more sleep on my stomach.

  I have no clue how long I slept, but I woke to the sound of the metal peep hole being opened again. I saw Marco’s eyes.

  “Cuff on again.”

  I rolled over and attached it to my wrist. I heard the familiar beeping and the door open. “Come back to discuss quality blow jobs?” I asked laughing.

  Marco didn’t return my laugh. In fact, his eyes went wide and he shot me a look.

  I was about to ask him what his fucking problem was when I noticed he wasn’t alone. He walked into the room followed by Annalisa. Her cheeks were pink. Marco was carrying my dinner tray. She was carrying a small brown leather bag.

  I looked at Marco with raised eyes. My usual self would have asked if he was bringing me a conjugal visit, but it was far too close to the truth to joke.

  He set the tray down and walked over to me. “So earlier, when I looked at your shoulder, I noticed it was puffy. I pressed on it, and it looked infected. I brought someone with some medical training.” I noticed that he never said her name, nor that she was Franco’s daughter.

  “We met the other night,” Annalisa said.

  My jaw dropped. Had my dream been right? Did everyone know what she was doing with me? Was it all a fucking game?

  “Oh, that’s right. You brought him dinner the night his father shot up a restaurant full of innocent people.”

  I saw a look cross Annalisa’s face, as if she was recalling what an awful person I was. I didn’t like that Marco had put it there, but he hadn’t been lying. I’d read the paper. It was buried on the 8th page, but it said that the people were recovering from the drive by shooting at the restaurant and that the police had no suspects.

  “Can I look at his arm?” Annalisa asked, not mentioning anything more about us knowing each other.

  Once again, I had the opportunity to throw what she and I had done in his face, but I kept quiet. I told myself that I was waiting for the time that would give me the biggest bang. I definitely wanted to do it when Franco was in the room. “If you do it,” the little voice inside of me said.

  It wouldn’t make much of a difference to Marco, I argued back. It would embarrass Annalisa, and probably shock Marco, but he had his girl, the one he said gave amazing blow jobs. He’d been embarrassed when I’d mentioned it in front of Annalisa. A light bulb went on. Was it her? He’d never said her name. For some reason, jealousy washed through me. I’d never given a fuck if any girl I’d been with had been with another guy before or after me, but for some reason, the idea of Annalisa sucking Marco’s dick really bothered me.

  Annalisa moved to the side of my bed and started removing the bandages. “So, you two are a couple?” I tried to ask casually.

  Annalisa stared at me with wide eyes. Had I figured it out? Was it secret? Maybe I wasn’t the only guy whose room she snuck into at night.

  “Us?” Marco laughed. “Yeah, right. She’s like my sister.”

  I saw Annalisa’s cheeks flush.

  “Hey, down south…”

  “Annalisa, you have my permission to hurt him. I’m from the south,” Marco suggested.

  He knew I was joking, but there was a bit of me that still wondered about the two of them. It bothered me that it bothered me.

  “It’s infected,” Annalisa said, more to Marco than me. “I can clean it, but he might need antibiotics. What’s he on for pain.”

  “Nothing,” Marco and I said at the same time.

  “Are you serious? He’s been fucking shot!”

  It was the first time I’d heard her swear. She reached into her bag and got out some red pills. “These will help with the pain. I’ll have to get you an antibiotic. I can’t write prescriptions. I’m not actually a doctor.” She sounded like she was apologizing. “I’m in school, but—”

  “I can get that. Tell me what you need.” Marco cut her off.

  I wasn’t sure if he didn’t want her talking to me or if he had something to say.

  Annalisa went to work cleaning it. It was much more thorough and much more painful than when Marco had done it. I moaned a lot and even cried out once. “MOTHER FUCKER!” I shouted when she poured something on it.

  “Should have you down here for questioning,” Marco teased.

  Clearly, Annalisa didn’t think it was funny. “I’m trying to make him better, not worse,” she said. “Maybe if you’d have cleaned it…”

  I admired how she stood up to him.

  “I did clean it,” he said. His phone went off and then again. It went off a third time. “Almost done?” he asked, looking at his phone.

  “Got some other fucker to watch get tortured?” I grimaced.

  “Ha, no. You’re my entertainment tonight.”

  “I’m doing the best I can,” Annalisa said concentrating on my shoulder. She was bandaging it again. “Yeah, you can tell her you’ll be up soon.”

  “Oh!” I exclaimed another light bulb going off. Annalisa must have thought that it was something she did because she stopped for a moment. “Your girlfriend is texting you, you know, Hoover.”

  Annalisa raised her eyebrows and Marco shot me a dirty look.

  “You can go now if you want,” she said.

  Marco looked shocked. “Hell, no. I’m not leaving you alone with him.”

  I was about to ask why the fuck not, but Annalisa spoke first, “Why the hell not? He’s cuffed. What can he do?”

  “A lot,” Marco said. “He’s got quite the reputation.”

  I started to get even angrier, but Marco spoke again, “Then again, I think it might all just be a bullshit cover.”

  Annalisa and I both looked at him.

  “He’s come onto me like three times. Even just today, he told me that
I have sexy eyes.”

  I closed my eyes and groaned but Annalisa laughed. “Is that so? Well, he’s right. You do have sexy eyes...I mean, not quite as sexy as Dante’s.”

  Her words had my full attention. I looked over at her, my gaze locking with hers. We shared a moment.

  “And that’s why I’m not leaving you alone with him!” Marco laughed.

  “I’m just about finished anyway,” Annalisa said, putting a piece of white tape over the gauze. She stood up. “That should be a bit better.”

  “Enjoy dinner,” Marco said, walking to the door.

  “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” I teased. I’d been watching Annalisa’s ass.

  Of course, Marco thought I meant him in a joking way again. At the door, Marco turned around and tossed me the keys again. “Get some rest. You look like shit and your jokes suck.”

  The two of them left and I had to wonder if Annalisa would be back. Not even thirty seconds had passed and the door opened again. I’d already had my cuff off.

  “Don’t say I never got you anything,” Marco said from the door tossing me a watch. He was gone again.

  It might have seemed like nothing, but knowing what time it was, was a big deal. Now I could know for sure how many hours and days had passed. I also was aware that it was 7:30. I’d thought it was much later.

  I’d masturbated to the thoughts of her from the night before and as ironic as it was, the feel of her fingers on my skin as she cleaned my shoulder. It wasn’t that I wanted to masturbate, but I didn’t want to come in my pants again. By ten, I wondered if she was coming, and by eleven I was pretty sure she wasn’t. At midnight, I decided to fall asleep. I’d read the magazines twice and couldn’t stay awake much more. It was the first time, I could ever remember, that a woman had turned me down for sex. I couldn’t blame her though. Annalisa didn’t seem like the one night stand kind of girl.

  It was ten after twelve when I heard her at the door.

  She slid open the peep hole, the way Marco had done. I saw her peek in. Her eyes were way the fuck sexier than his. I wasn’t sure if she was looking to see if I was cuffed. I didn’t want her to go, so I reached over and cuffed my wrist then tossed the keys toward the door.

  She pushed the buttons on the pad and opened the door.

  My jaw dropped when I saw her. She was wearing a pale pink silky robe that went to her mid thigh. I hoped she was nude under it and I planned to find out. Her hair fell loose and wild. I could tell she was wearing makeup, though it didn’t look overdone.

  She stopped just inside the door and bit her lip. Her demeanor and her clothing, or lack of, told me she’d decided to take me up on my offer. We were going to have sex.

  “I wanted to check on your shoulder again,” she said nervously. We both knew that wasn’t true. She still stood at the door. “I um—I’m not usually like this. I just wanted you to know.” She was either an amazing actress or she was nervous as fuck.

  “I know you’re not.” Did she think that I thought her a slut? She was far from that and I could tell. I didn’t date, but in her case, I might have made an exception. I wanted her to know this. “I want you to know that if I were able, I would have taken you out to dinner and someplace very nice after. I would have bought you flowers and treated you how you deserve.” I pulled on my cuff. “And I sure as hell would have been able to use both hands.”

  All of it was true. I would have treated her like a lady. The first lady I’d dated. It was also true about the cuff. I wasn’t even sure how I was going to have sex with it on. I had to just lie there on my back.

  Annalisa backed up and picked up the keys that were laying at her feet.

  “Oh baby, please tell me you are going to uncuff me.”

  She looked at me warily.

  “I promise I won’t try to leave. I know it would get you in trouble. I just want to be able to be with you the way you deserve.” I hated to put her in this position, and the truth was, I’d run if I thought I could get away. I wanted to fuck her more than any woman in my life, but it was my life we were talking about.

  “Good. You wouldn’t get far anyway. There are guards all around the house and upstairs. It was hard enough for me to sneak down here, and I’m allowed everywhere. I don’t want you to get hurt. I still hope you can get out of here you know.”

  I could tell she was being sincere, but she must have known little of her father’s business. Even as good as things were going, I knew it was less than a 50% chance that I’d make it out of this house alive, and that was probably being generous with the odds. I knew my father would have to agree, which was a longshot, and then, these fuckers would have to hold up their end of the bargain, which was an even longer shot.

  She was right though. I wouldn’t make it out without plan. I had no idea where I was or even how to get out of the house, let alone to safety. If I were going to escape, I’d have to either, wait until there was a much better opportunity or someone came to get me. And I’d be lying if I said that I wanted to go before spending the night with her. I was pretty much a dead man having his last meal.

  She walked to me slowly. Her hands trembled as she unlocked the cuff. She waited a moment, I guess to see if I would try to run. When I didn’t, she sighed and set the keys on the nightstand. She stood there nervously.

  It turned me on like nothing else to see her trepidation. It seemed awkward with her standing and me lying in bed, so I stood slowly, hoping she didn’t think I was trying to make a run for it. I pulled her to me for a hug. It was the first time I’d had both of my arms around her. She was trembling slightly. I put my face in her hair and hugged her tightly. “You smell so good,” I moaned, holding her close. She hugged me back. It was incredible how much humans need physical contact and having her arms around me reminded me of how much I missed it.

  After a long hug, I pulled back and kissed her lips softly. “I’m so glad you came,” I whispered running my hands up the back of her robe. It was so soft. “Are you wearing anything under that?”

  She nodded. “Want to see?”

  Anyone who tells you that the sexiest thing in the world is seeing a woman nude has never seen Annalisa Morelli in what she had on under that robe. The pale pink top, made of some sort of see through material let me see the outlines of her perfect nipples, and the bottoms, some sort of silky shorts, hid just enough to drive me wild.

  Growling, I slid my hands around from her back and up under the top. I palmed her breasts causing her to arch her back, in essence offering them to me. It took less than ten seconds to have that top off and her nipple in my mouth. I thought of little else in the past twenty-four hours, yet my memory hadn’t done them justice.

  I felt her sway slightly as I sucked on her perky nipple. I wasn’t too steady on my feet myself. I sat down, setting her nipple free from my mouth with a pop, before pulling her on top of me, attacking the other breast with my mouth. Annalisa straddled me as I went back and forth, sucking her pert nipples into my mouth playing with the responsive flesh with my teeth and tongue. Her hair was falling forward, tickling my face as I massaged and licked her breasts.

  I loved having her on top of me with her breasts in my mouth like we’d done the first night, but my new freedom gave me the opportunity to explore her body in different positions. I rolled her onto her back and stared down at her body. She bit her lip and decided that I wanted to bite on it too. Sucking it into my mouth, we began a series of slow wet kisses. While our mouths explored each other’s, my hands explored her body. I slid my hands inside of her shorts and was surprised and pleased by the soft curls. I loved a smooth pussy, but for Annalisa, the curls just seemed to fit.

  As I parted her labia with my fingers, I noticed she was holding her breath. I could feel her heartbeat, and it was going a mile a minute. I’d wondered about her level of sexual experience over the past few days. In my mind, it had ranged from her having just a few boyfriends and lovers to her being wild and just toying with me. What I fou
nd to be the truth shocked me even more than the crazy ideas I’d had.

  Any doubt as to the amount of sexual experience she’d had, it was gone when I pressed my finger into her body. It was tighter than anything I’d felt in my life. As my finger moved in and out, something was in the way of me fingering her. I could push my way through it slightly, but it was definitely different. I pumped my finger in and out of her body slowly, watching her face for pleasure, but I noticed she was wincing slightly. I moved my finger again, feeling at the stretchy part of her that was keeping me out. When it occurred to me as to what it could be, I knew I gasped. One look at the blush on her cheeks and it was confirmed. The barrier that I’d been feeling made me aware that this goddess in my arms was a virgin.

  At the realization that my girl was pure, several things happened in my mind at once. The man in me, the one with primal urges, wanted to change positions, spread her legs wide, and spear her with my cock, filling her with my seed. It was primal and wild, and completely irresponsible, yet it was what my body wanted to do.

  The asshole in me wanted nearly the same thing, but for a different reason. When the fucker, Franco Morelli, put a bullet in my head, I wanted to be wearing his daughter’s virgin blood on my cock and throw it in his face. How I’d love to describe how tight she was and how she cried out as I fucked the innocence right out of her.

  Then there was the gentleman in me, the one my mother had raised. Despite who her father was, I wanted to protect her, be sure she was safe. I didn’t want to hurt her. Much to my surprise, the gentleman in me won out. “Babygirl, you want to give this to me?” I asked, moving my finger more slowly, stroking it against her barrier.

  She bit her lower lip and whispered. “Yeah. It’s no big deal. Let’s not make a big deal out of it.”

  From what I knew, it was a very fucking big deal, but I wasn’t going to argue. Though the gentleman in me had won out, it hadn’t been by much. The primal man and the asshole were close contenders and I wasn’t going to spend any more time talking about it. If she was sure, it was good enough for me.