City Of Sin: A Mafia & MC Romance Collection

by K. J. Dahlen

  After pumping one finger in until it fit better, I added the second. Annalisa moaned in what I thought was discomfort, but when she started grinding her pussy against my hand, I added my thumb to her clit.

  Her face was buried in my neck when she came undone onto my hand. “Oh, god Dante. That was—so-so…” She didn’t finish her thought, kissing me instead.

  As we kissed, her hands began to roam and found my erect cock. I loved how she was taking initiative. While her fingers, rubbing it softly through the thin material of my boxers felt amazing, I wanted there to be nothing between her and it. I pulled them off and she gasped as my cock sprang free.

  Her eyes were transfixed on it, while mine were on her. The sight of a woman’s hand wrapped around a man’s cock is one of the most beautiful things in the world, but Annalisa’s hand wrapped around mine had my cock weeping and me groaning. Her finger traced the head spreading around the pre cum. It clung to her fingers and my cock, making a thin clear string as she moved her finger away, only to return it and try again. I wanted to watch this forever but I also wanted my cock to feel what my fingers were feeling.

  “I need to be inside of you.” My voice was gruff.

  She looked up at me from my cock and smiled softly. I went to reach around her for my pants, which were on the floor next to the bed when I realized that they weren’t my pants, well at least not the ones I’d been wearing, the ones with my wallet. Without my wallet, I had no condoms.

  “Fuck,” I cursed. “I don’t have any condoms Babygirl.”

  She bit her lip. “It’s ok. I’m taking birth control pills.”

  I’d heard that from many girls in the past and I hadn’t trusted one of them. My family had money and power and you never knew who wanted to use a baby to claw her way into the family. It would have worked too. My mother wanted a grandchild in the worst way, but between my sister, the ice princess, and me, it sure wasn’t going to happen soon.

  Annalisa was different though. First of all, she wasn’t seducing me, I was seducing her. And second, she came from the same kind of family that I did. If she got pregnant, there would be hell to pay for her. Not only was I the son of her family’s arch enemy, there was a double standard for women, especially in old fashioned Italian families. If I knocked up a woman, my father would have paid to have it taken care of, or called the woman loose and maybe given her money to go away. If my sister got pregnant, I’m pretty sure my father would march whoever the guy was down the aisle, gun pointed at his back, and make him marry my sister. Neither was gonna happen though. My sister had no interest in guys and I had no desire to repopulate the earth.

  I did have to admit though, when facing death, the idea that part of you will live on is a bit tempting. And as an added bonus, I’d love to look Franco Morelli in the eye before he pulled the trigger and tell him that my child was growing inside of his daughter. Either way, the point was moot, because she said she was on the pill.

  It would be different for me though. I’d never come inside a woman’s pussy before without a condom. Like I said, I didn’t trust them. Mouths were a different story, as were asses. I always wore a condom for anal sex, and I loved shooting my load down a bitch’s throat but going raw inside of a pussy was going to be a first for me.

  My cock swelled at the thought, and I worried I’d hurt her. Wanting to let her take control, I laid back on the bed and pulled her on top of me. She was on her knees straddling me. “Baby, we will go at your pace.” I teased my cock at her entrance sliding just the tip in. “Go as slow as you need.”

  A blush crept up her body but she began lowering herself onto my cock. I have no idea how it fit or how much pain she was in because it felt like my cock was being squeezed to death. I felt the barrier and looked into my girls eyes. I’d fucked countless women. Maybe it wasn’t a different woman a night, but it was a few a week, and for how many years? I didn’t even want to do the math, but in all that time, I’d never fucked a virgin. I had no clue how to do this. Did you just do it like a band aid or was slow and steady best? I tried to hold still waiting for her to decide.

  She bit her lower lip and pressed down onto me but I really didn’t budge. It felt so fucking good. I had to fight my instincts which said grab her hips and slam her all the way down burying myself in her warmth. I’d been looking into her eyes the whole time until I made the mistake of glancing between us. The way it looked, my dick with the head inside her pussy, spreading her lips wide almost had me coming right then. “Fuck Babygirl, do you know how hot you are? I want you so fucking bad.” I barely recognized my own voice, as I tried to speak through gritted teeth.

  I couldn’t help my hands any longer and they went to her hips. I swear I wasn’t going to slam her down on me, maybe just move her slightly. She decided to take control and moved up and down the slightest bit then dropped down onto me. It felt like a rubber band snapping around my cock and then heaven, pure heaven as I was sheathed inside of her wetness.

  “Ow.” It was just one little word, and it was all she said, but it was so fucking cute.

  I swore I fell in love with her that instant, if I was the type of guy who did that.

  Damn she was wet. I really wasn’t much for foreplay, but I’d have to rethink my position on it if this is what it got me. She moved ever so slightly causing me to wonder if I had died and gone to heaven already. Maybe it was hell because all I wanted to do was thrust my hips.

  Her body must have craved it too, because she began to move up and down a little. My hands, which were still on her hips, helped her. Each time she moved down, I thrust up to meet her.

  The feeling was incredible, and it was more than the fact that I wasn’t wearing a condom, it was that I was with her. I actually cared about her, in some form or another. I didn’t have a name for it yet.

  The first time I came that night, and I say first because I came three times, was while she was still riding me. As she moved up and down on my cock, her tits bounced near my face. I couldn’t resist and while sucking on them, I filled her tight pussy with my cum. I’d felt it come from my toes. Even though I’d masturbated earlier, I think it was the most I’d ever come in my life.

  I usually came inside, while wearing a condom and then tossed it. Occasionally I’d pull off the condom and come all over a woman’s back or tits so I knew about how much I came. As I came inside of Annalisa, my cum came out around my cock, pooling at the base of my shaft. I couldn’t look away It was a lot more than I usually came with other women, and I knew that there was a ton of it still inside of her. The other reason I couldn’t look away was that my come was pink. I knew that it was mixed with her blood.

  “Do you hurt Babygirl?” I asked kissing her breasts as I pulled her to me so I could hold her, my cock still inside of her.

  She shook her head and whispered, “No,” into my chest.

  We lay like that for a while, my cock softening until she started kissing my chest, her mouth moving to my neck. I was hard within seconds and had lifted her off of me, flipping her onto her back so I could be on top.

  I’d always thought fucking in the missionary position was boring, but with her legs thrown up over my shoulders and me buried deep inside her, it was anything but boring. Although I was afraid I was hurting her, I couldn’t seem to get deep enough. I thought there would be a lot of blood, but there was really very little. When my cock moved in and out of her warm body, I could see traces of it, but there was barely enough to have stained the sheet, which is a good thing, because I’m not sure how I would have explained that.

  Her body fit me perfectly but I wanted more. I wanted to kiss her and touch her and be inside her all at the same time. I’d never felt this way before, and although I chalked it up to not having sex in days and the fact that I wasn’t wearing a condom, somewhere inside of me I knew it was something else.

  With her hair fanned out on her pillow, her head thrown back and eyes closed, she actually looked like an angel. I’d never seen a more beautiful woman
in all my life. I felt like a kid with ADD trying to take it all in. Her face, her hair, her tits bouncing with each thrust, the way the lips of her pussy swelled each time my cock drove into it. And God damn it, the way her belly button looked—because fuck me, I could see the impression of my cock pressing from the inside on her flat stomach as I moved in and out of her. That was probably what sent me over the edge causing my entire body to tense as I marked her as mine for the second time.

  I couldn’t bear to remove myself from her warm body, so to prolong the sensation, I leaned down and began kissing her softly. It started out slow and gentle, but within minutes, it was feverish and I was thrusting in and out of her again. This time it was her mouth that got me. Whether it was the soft sounds she was making or the way she was kissing me I felt my balls tingle and knew I was close to a release. I tried to hold off, wanting the feeling to last, but when her tongue licked my jaw and she began to suck on my neck I had no more control and for the final time that night, I came deep inside of her.

  She lay in my arms while we caught our breath. I kissed her forehead softly and she moaned.

  I swore I’d check in with her, but I’d been so lost in how good she felt that I’d forgotten. She looked like she’d been enjoying it. Her hands had been on my back, scratching and massaging as I took her. “Oh shit baby, are you hurt?” I asked.

  “No,” she answered softly. “I just have to go and I really don’t want to.”

  “You could stay here all night,” I teased. “Would definitely surprise someone in the morning.”

  She giggled. “Marco or Vito might be okay. My dad or Donnie would have your balls.”

  I tensed up. Did she have a thing with that hulk of a man Donnie? And why the fuck was I jealous all of the sudden. Clearly, she hadn’t fucked him. I’d been her first. Even if she did have a thing with him, what did I care who she liked? She was just a fuck, wasn’t she? I knew the answer to that question before I’d even finished the thought. She was more, so much more than a fuck. I just couldn’t put my finger on exactly what I was feeling with her.

  “Is something wrong?” She was staring at me.

  I realized I’d been scowling. “Is he your boyfriend or something?”

  “Who Donnie? Oh, God no. He’s like a brother to me.”

  I chuckled. “You said that about Marco.”

  “What can I say, my dad is overprotective. Speaking of which, I do have to go. I really can’t be seen here. I’ll get in so much trouble, and you’ll be dead.”

  I didn’t want to tell her that I’d likely be dead soon anyway. Instead, I stayed in the present. I pulled her in for a hug, wanting to hold her like that all night, but knowing I couldn’t. “Tonight meant so much to me,” I whispered holding her. “Please be safe going back to your room.”

  She stayed another few minutes then pulled away. She kissed me put back on her clothes and robe. She looked back over her shoulder, but said nothing when she left.

  Watching her go was the hardest thing I’d done in my life. I’d been ready to die a week ago, but now—now I wanted so much to live, if for no other reason than to spend just one more night with her.

  8

  Marco

  When I’d proposed the idea to Franco a few weeks ago, I wasn’t really sure it would work. Kidnapping a person was difficult, kidnapping a mobster was damn near impossible. And if that wasn’t difficult enough, we had to get a mob boss to negotiate with us.

  Sal may have never cracked, but his wife, Camilla, had called us a few hours after we’d allowed Dante to call her. I’d been in Franco’s office when the phone rang. It had caught my attention because Franco’s demeanor had changed. I would go as far as to say he was nervous, but something was definitely off.

  “You know I can’t do that Camilla…” I heard him say. His tone was similar to the way he talked to Annalisa or his wife, soft and understanding, yet you knew he meant business. “Well, I am that kind of man...its business.”

  There was silence for a while and I could hear a female voice talking. Franco just let her speak. Finally, he said, “I am a man of my word. If Sal holds up his end of the bargain, you’ll get Dante back.” There was a brief pause. “Yes, back alive. I want what’s mine. He took a lot from me, and he’s been taking ever since. I want my dock back and I want that shipment. Camilla, make it happen. End this like only you can.”

  There was something new in Franco’s voice. I’d heard him in business meetings before negotiating, but this was different. He seemed to really be torn with what he was saying. I had to wonder if there was a history between the two of them. It was very unlikely since he hated Sal, but there had also been a time when he and Sal were best friends, business partners. They’d called each other brothers. If she was from that time, maybe they’d known each other. I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask.

  When his call was over, we went over the rest of our business dealings. We took a ride and checked out the construction at Annalisa’s. Only one person was still in the hospital.

  Despite what was going on between the two families, things on the street were relatively calm. There was little activity and nothing much to report. Things were going well. We were just waiting on word from Sal. The fact that he hadn’t said no, seemed like a good sign to me.

  I’d expected to hate Dante, but the longer he was in the basement, the more I liked him. He was sarcastic and a bad ass. We’d never kept anyone as long as him, but usually, the longer we kept someone, the worse they got. Not Dante. His mood seemed to improve every day.

  We’d decided not to keep him chained to the bed. It was as much for our sake as his. He didn’t want to piss and shit in a bed pan, and no one wanted to clean one either. He’d complained that he was bored and needed a clock. I’d given him an old watch of mine. I’d bought it when I’d first been a made man. It was a knock off Rolex. I soon learned that you get what you pay for. Two of the numbers had fallen off as did the little diamond that was the 12. It still kept good time, but I didn’t want to walk around with what looked like a shit watch. Dante didn’t bitch about it. I figured at least he knew what time it was anyway.

  I’d take him breakfast most days. Some of the time, it was Felix. He’d make some smart ass comment, but it seemed like he was in a great mood. Often, I’d take him lunch and we’d banter back and forth. I’d make excuses to stay. It was hard not to like him and I could see why girls would fall for him.

  Annalisa took him dinner most nights and checked on his shoulder. She said it was starting to get better. The fact that we were concerned about it amused me. It amused Dante too. One night, after Annalisa finished, he made a joke about it being like that scene in The Princess Bride, where they fixed up the guy so they could torture him to death. I was shocked he’d seen the movie. It was pretty much a chick flick. I’d seen it because Annalisa had made me watch it. What was more shocking was that Annalisa hadn’t seemed surprised at all that Dante had seen it. For a moment, I wondered if something was going on between the two of them. Had it been anyone other than Annalisa, I’d have been concerned. She was clever, level headed and not about to fall for some guy trying to get into her pants.

  She did seem to like him though. She stuck around and talked to him like I did. She also brought him books to read saying that it would help his recovery. I wasn’t sure how, but I didn’t see how having copies of romance novels would hurt anything. One day, I joked about her smuggling a file into him and her face got all red. I backpedaled, worried I’d offended her. She shook it off and we didn’t talk about it again.

  A week and a half after I’d shot Dante, I was in Franco’s office when the call came in. It was Sal and he said he wanted to talk. He wanted to meet at a neutral restaurant and he wanted us to bring Dante.

  First of all, there was no such thing as a neutral restaurant in Chicago. Even if we left the city, we’d have no guarantee that it was neutral. Second, there was no way we were bringing Dante. He was safe where we were keeping him. We weren’t abou
t to bring him out in public.

  We settled on a video conference meeting and we’d have Dante included. It was the first time we’d be allowing Sal to see his son. He’d asked for pictures, so had Camilla. Franco had denied them with the belief that their imaginations would run wild as to how he was being treated and what he looked like. He insisted that they, specifically Camilla, would be conjuring up images of Holocaust prisoners rather than a guest at the Hilton.

  I walked down to Dante’s room after lunch with a laptop. I set it on the dresser and opened it.

  “Making porn?” he said. “Prison rape scene type?”

  I laughed. “You wish.”

  “Fine, fine, I’ll do it,” he continued. “Just get some lube and I’ll hold you down and fuck your ass.”

  “Yeah right, you’re the prisoner,” I responded, opening up Skype.

  “So you’re saying you want to fuck my ass?” Dante appeared to be terrified, but I could see the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

  “You know, you’re a real funny guy,” I said. “Shame it looks like I’m not gonna get to shoot you.”

  “How’s that?”

  “About to do a conference call with your father and Franco. Looks like a deal is about to be made.”

  Dante’s face was hard to read at that news. He seemed relieved but also a bit upset. “I didn’t think he’d negotiate,” Dante said more to himself than anyone.

  “I guess we’ll see,” I said, opening up our chat and then sitting on the bed waiting for the others. “If it doesn’t go well, I get to shoot you. If it does, you live to get shot by me another day.”

  “Not if I shoot you first.”

  He’d been laughing, but we both got really serious. The truth was, he would be trying to shoot me and in theory, I would be trying to kill him. We wouldn’t necessarily be out to kill each other, but we were in a war, and there were casualties.

  Once again, I thought about what it would be like to work with him on the same side and what it would for Franco and Sal to mend fences. It seemed impossible as the two of them had been fighting for decades, but it was always in the back of my mind.