by Zoey Parker
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DON’T HURT MY BABY: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance
By Zoey Parker
IF THEY HURT MY BABY, I’LL BURY THEM SIX FEET DEEP.
She’s a pawn in our twisted game.
Caught between two killers.
And we each have VERY different ideas on how to use her.
She’s better off with me than she is with the sadistic scum who owns her.
But that’s not saying much.
Because I’m a killer and a beast.
And when this beautiful prey falls in my path,
You can be damn sure I’m going to devour her.
After I’d had my fill, I thought I’d just throw her aside and get back to what I was doing:
Putting a bullet in her drug lord owner.
But I didn’t go through with it.
There’s something different about this one.
She’s special. Fragile. Worth protecting.
And if she wants to survive this hellhole, she’ll have to recognize the truth –
That I’m the only one who can keep her alive.
She might not care about herself anymore.
But there’s someone else whose life is worth saving…
The life of the baby I put in her womb.
I never thought I’d say these words.
But if any man lays a finger on my little angels…
I’ll kill him where he stands.
Chapter One
Tess was lounging in bubbles, in a tub so divine that it covered her boobs and her knees at the same time.
Lounging was the only possible way to describe it. For once in a rare while, Toro had left her alone while he went off to conduct “important business”, which he called, “Too sensitive for her virgin ears.” He’d laughed in that typical weasel way, clearly enjoying calling her a virgin when she was anything but. The good news was that the skinny old bastard could barely get stiff anymore, but that didn’t stop him from pawing her whenever he got the chance or sending one of his goons to her to be rewarded.
Tess had been a sex worker since she was a teenager. When Toro had picked her up out of one of his clubs and offered her a life in the lap of luxury, she’d leaped at the chance. The clubs were okay; she’d worked in one of the nicer ones, and Toro didn’t usually string his girls out on drugs or put up with customers who forced themselves on the dancers. And most of the goons were fine. They didn’t last long, they didn’t get too rough, and they didn’t expect much of her. It was fine.
But it was still nice to relax, to stretch out and know that no one was going to bother her for a few hours. She had her hair piled up on her head so that her dark curls wouldn’t get wet. She closed her eyes and just let herself drift. Toro took good care of her. She had all the clothes and jewelry she could want, she ordered any food she cared to, she had a nice computer, a nice phone, plenty of books, movies on demand. It was a better life than she’d imagined for herself when she left home at fourteen. A better life than she’d ever had on the streets.
It was jarring when she heard the footsteps outside her bedroom door. Her chest tensed up; Toro had promised her the afternoon, but that promise wouldn’t have amounted to much of anything if he felt like giving her to someone. She listened for the footsteps. Maybe someone just needed something in the room? But no, the footsteps came closer to the bathroom door, and the door handle turned slowly before opening.
The man who stepped into the room was tall, attractive, and moved like he thought he was sneaking into a hive of bees. He didn’t even seem to notice her as he surveyed the room, which meant that she got to take a nice, long look at him. She didn’t recognize him from Toro’s organization, but that wasn’t surprising. His lieutenants and enforcers changed so often that she had stopped paying attention to their names more than a year ago.
The man had auburn hair and distinct sideburns that faded out into a beard that was mostly stubble but still looked clean and well-kept. She couldn’t see his eye color from here, but she could see that his jeans hugged his thighs in a lovely way and that the gray T-shirt he was wearing was stretched over his biceps, as if he’d deliberately bought a shirt that was too small. He wasn’t super built, but he was clearly strong, and he was light on his feet.
She thought about staying very quiet and hoping he just wouldn’t notice her, but if Toro found out that she’d avoided “company”, he’d beat her something terrible. She didn’t mind the beating, per se – when he used to bring out his belt and whip her ass, that had been gorgeous, she missed it sometimes – but he’d hit her in the face, and she was very mindful that his time as the kingpin of this particular city was coming to an end. She needed to still be a gorgeous Little Miss Looking-for-a-Sugar Daddy when he fell.
She took a moment to put on the face that always attracted plenty of attention and got her feet under herself. She liked to think of herself rising up out of the water like that woman with the hair on the shell, except she had bubbles covering her breasts and pussy.
“Hi there,” she said, making her voice low and dark, thinking of amber whiskey drunk in a smoky speakeasy. “Were you looking for me?”
The man turned toward her, and she would have assumed that he wasn’t surprised at all, except for a little tension around the eyes. Other than that, he looked completely placid as he took in her body. She put her hands on her hips and made no move to cover herself more as the bubbles dripped down. He put forward a valiant effort to keep his eyes on her face, but her breasts were gorgeous, and her hips were curvy; if he was interested in sex and interested in women, there was no way he wouldn’t notice her.
“I wasn’t,” he said after a minute. “But now, sweet thing, now I think I might be.”
“Well, come on over, then,” Tess said, making to slip back into the bath. “You can join me, and we can wash each other’s private places.”
It wasn’t the best line she’d ever come up with, but she hadn’t been surprised in the bathtub for a while.
“No,” the man said, and his voice was sharp, the kind of voice that seemed to have a direct line to her cunt. She listened without thinking, freezing exactly where she was. “No, sweet thing, I want you out here with me.”
“Absolutely.” She stepped out of the tub onto the pretty plush mat that Toro had let her buy.
The man watched her carefully, his face still chilled down, impassive. That was surprising. Most of Toro’s goons were easy to lead around by their dicks. Something twitched way down in her stomach, and not in a sexy way. She was maybe in for a lot more than she’d planned for with this guy. Maybe it would have been better if she’d stayed down in the water after all.
“Should I—” She reached for a towel.
He grabbed her hand, twisted her around in some complicated maneuver, and put her face up against the wall. She heard the sound of him unzipping behind her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, just giving herself one minute to hate this before she plastered a sexy smile on her face.
“Oh God, Daddy, yes, you know I like it rough.” She tried to make her voice a low purr, working hard to keep the thread of fear out of it. Fear had no place in what she was about to do. Fear would make her tense up, make her drier, make the whole thing worse. The best thing to do was to let him do what he wanted, enjoy it as best as she could, and then go back to her tub and soak it away. She’d be fine. She’d been through worse. At least he didn’t smell.
The man pushed her feet apart and pulled her hips back just enough to reach between her legs and finger her slit. She felt more than heard the soft groan as he pushed into her with one finger, then two. She was wet enough that the fingers didn’t hurt, and she twisted her hips, trying to find the right kind of pressure and pleasure to help her body flood, to help this be the right kind of rough.
He slapped her ass, hard, the water adding sting that she wasn’t used to. She gasped and rocked away from him; he gripped her hips hard and yanked her back again.
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sp; “You move when I say you move,” he growled out, and that did it – sent a gush of wetness between her thighs.
Suddenly his two fingers, which had been a little tight in her cunt were nothing like enough. He groaned as he spread his fingers inside of her, and then his cock was sliding between her lips, pressing up into her.
“You move, sweet thing, when I say you move,” he said again.
One hand gripped her tit, the other ground into her hipbone, pulling her back against him at every thrust. He was being rough enough that it was alright, that her body was responding as she had trained it to, but it wasn’t what she wanted. Somehow, for the first time in a very long time, it was nothing like what she wanted.
This was still better than being in the clubs and scrounging for tips, having sweaty men expecting to shove dollar bills into her G-string, like what she really wanted was a fucking pussy infection to help her career along. She had freedom here. She had the ability to learn, to do more, to change things here. Sure, it was a cage, but at least it was a golden one.
She let herself focus on the bodily sensations, the grip of him and the way he was enjoying himself with her body, and pushed hard to let that be enough.
Chapter Two
Milo had his cock in the whore for maybe a minute before he was verging on orgasm. It’d been a while, he told himself, that was the only reason he’d let this woman have an effect on him. He had a knife in his boot along with the gun clipped to his belt, which she didn’t seem to have noticed when she suggested that he get into the goddamn bath with her. He’d never ever diverted from a mission before, but God. God, she was gorgeous, and it had been a very long time since he’d had a woman, much less one who’d stood up out of a bath like the Birth of Venus. He could have resisted the urge – he wasn’t a man who was controlled by his glands – but he wanted her. He wanted her so much his cock stood straight up in his jeans and begged for her.
She was pretty enough, and she had long, dark brown curls that were twisted up into some kind of feminine wizardry, but she wasn’t a model, and she was maybe a touch on the plump side for fashion magazines. But there was something about the way she looked at him that made him understand: she wouldn’t mind being fucked up against a wall. Hell, she probably would sigh happily if he pulled her hair to expose her throat, gave her a couple of sharp taps on her ass for being mouthy, and called her names. He always preferred the girls who liked the rough stuff.
So, when he was close, when he was so close he was groaning with the force of it, he let himself fall entirely into her body, grunting hard as he spilled inside her warm, wet pussy. She purred against him, reaching around behind with the hand he wasn’t still gripping to cup his ass before she slid out of her. She was every man’s dream of a warm and willing woman – except he made the mistake of looking at her eyes. Her eyes were blank, distant. She might have enjoyed the bodily aspect of what had happened – she was wet and sweet on his fingers and his cock, that much he was certain of – but there was something deeply wrong about what had just happened.
He didn’t feel sorry about it. That wasn’t the case at all. But he found himself wanting to give her something better. Which was strange, given that he was going to need to put a gun to her head and demand she lead him to Toro. But still. It’d be nice for her to have a good moment before that.
He turned her gently around so that her back was against the wall. He caught her chin up under his finger and lifted it, shifting gently until her eyes finally flicked to his. He leaned in, then stroked her lips with his tongue before kissing the soft skin right behind her ear. He felt her soft exhale more than heard it. He felt a tension he hadn’t noticed in her the first time melt away. Her hands rested lightly on his forearms, something like butterflies, and she arched up against him. His cock was still hard, not spent from his first release, and when one of her hands wandered down to grip him where he rested against her belly, he groaned hard.
He looked at her again and smiled, reaching down and running one finger along her slit. She was all but bare on her pussy, and her lips parted to let him sample her wetness, now mixed with his cum.
God, she felt like velvet. She felt beautiful.
“What do you say, sweet thing?” She looked surprised at his voice, as if she’d expected him to be gone already. But she looked present, aware, more so than she’d done when he pushed her against that wall the first time. “Do you want something good for you too?”
She gave a merry little laugh that wasn’t anything like humor as she threw her arms around his neck. “Since when does Toro’s girl get a choice in who fucks her?” There was something wild in her eyes that made him even harder.
She fit the description of Toro’s girl, sure. Tess something – some kind of cloth that had made him think of his grandmother. He couldn’t remember right now, not with a gorgeous girl grinding her clit into his fingers. Jesus. But for her to have said something like that, to one of Toro’s own men – he had to assume that, right now, that’s who she thought he was, thus the only reason she hadn’t screamed and raised holy hell – there was something else in that head of hers. Maybe it had been a long time for her, too.
“Since right now,” he replied. He shoved his jeans farther down his thighs so that his cock wasn’t getting caught on the zipper. He reached down and took her thigh, lifting it up to his waist to open her up, nice and wide. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance and waited. “What’ll it be, sweet thing?”
She groaned, rolling her hips, trying to pull him in.
He shifted away from her. “Tell me yes,” he whispered against her chin, teasing her just a tiny bit deeper, hearing the whimper form and bubble away. “Or, fuck, tell me no, and tell me not to listen. I don’t give a shit. But if you don’t want me here, tell me, and I’ll go.”
Eventually. Eventually, he would go. But telling her, that wouldn’t help a goddamn thing.
“No,” she whispered, and he was just about to pull away when she continued. “But please, don’t listen. Please. No. Don’t. Don’t do it.”
He groaned again and sank back into her. “Tess, fuck.” She was warm and wet, and she pulled at him as she rolled her hips, fucking him right back. He gripped her slippery thighs and lifted her up, slamming her back so that he had more leverage to fuck up into her.
“Sweet thing,” she groaned out into his ear. “Call me sweet thing if you want to be my daddy.”
He couldn’t manage another word, just slammed into her, focusing as hard as he could on the sweet flesh filling his hands, instead of the feeling of her body split on his cock, because if he thought of that, thought of her calling him Daddy as he wrecked her cunt, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back.
She managed to get a hand between them and stroked her clit just enough to send her into spasms around him. She screamed, her head arching back, her body bowing around his cock, and he had to start counting backward by sixes to stay in the game enough to wait her out. He didn’t want to rush her. She seemed so surprised when the orgasm overtook her, like it was something she hadn’t enjoyed in a really long time. Course, he’d seen pictures of Toro. Maybe she hadn’t.
When he was sure she was done, when every last drop of pleasure had been wrung out of her cunt by his pounding cock, he whispered, “Say it again.”
She blinked at him, miming innocence. “Say what? Daddy?”
He made a sound that was entirely feral, even to him. “Again.”
“Are you fucking me, Daddy? Are you fucking your sweet thing?”
He exploded, pressing into her as far as he could while his cock pulsed and throbbed up into her, spilling cum so hard that he had to fight to keep his knees strong and not drop both of them onto the floor.
She crooned to him, her nails tracing down his neck, and it was almost enough to set him off again, like a fucking kid who’d just learned how to jack off. He set her down as gently as he could, pulled free, and then rested for just a moment with his head against the door.
He had to bite back an apology as he drew the gun she hadn’t seemed to notice. There would be no apologizing; from here on, this was strictly business. Her eyes went wide as she turned back to him with a lazy smile and found herself staring down the silenced barrel of his weapon. She hid the fear quickly and thoroughly; he only saw it because it flashed through in that first moment.
“Well, well,” she said. “You’re not one of Toro’s men at all, are you?”
He was impressed. Not too many people could pull off that level of affected disinterest when they had a gun in their face.
“I am not,” he agreed. “And while that was a lovely diversion, now I need you to take me to him?”
She was quiet for just a moment, and he let her have that space to breathe. She deserved the right to decide whether she wanted to die at his hands or die when Toro shot her, if he failed in his mission. Of course, he’d never failed, not in ten years.