Stockholm Syndromance: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 4)

by Ada Scott

  “Suck that cock, Sarina, show me what kind of dirty wife you’re going to be.”

  Challenge accepted. I sat up and swung my feet off the bed in one fluid motion, grabbing his ass with both hands and opening my mouth to devour his rigid length down to the base.

  My tongue worked against his cock as I gripped his ass hard, and forced every last scrap of it into my throat that I could. If you could have shown my self-from-a-year-ago a video of this day, she never would have believed it.

  “Holy fuck, good girl, Sarina…”

  Ryan sighed as I pleasured him and his head draped back while he stroked my hair lightly. When I couldn’t handle it anymore, I extracted his incredible manhood from my throat and sucked on it with everything I had, like he was a giant milkshake made of pure lust. By hook or by crook, that cum was going to be mine. All of it. For the rest of our lives.

  I bobbed and sucked, occasionally dipping lower and taking his entire length, until Ryan’s shaft was so hard I could barely pull it down to aim it at my mouth. Every time it felt like he was getting near release, I slowed down, looking up at him defiantly and enjoying how the tables of power had turned.

  When I’d driven him as crazy with lust as he’d driven me, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off him. I knew I was in the best kind of trouble.

  Ryan kept his grip on my hair, which tightened as he turned me around so I was on my hands and knees on the bed. He pushed me forward and followed.

  Smack!

  His free hand suddenly came down on my ass cheek and I squealed in surprise, then gasped as a jolt of pleasure hit me like an echo of the spank. I could feel the tip of Ryan’s cock being slowly circled around my sopping wet entrance.

  I grunted with effort as I felt his thickness being pushed inside of me and widened my stance on my knees. Ryan went slowly, making me feel every inch of his reclamation of power and I grabbed twin fistfuls of bedsheets while I panted and whimpered through gritted teeth.

  Finally, his pelvis came to rest against my ass and he paused for a second. My whole world was focused on this huge and welcome invader into my most private area, this glorious sex machine.

  “You. Are. Mine.”

  “Yes…”

  “If you want to get fucked like a slut, make me believe it. Are you mine?”

  “All yours! I am yours! Fuck me hard!”

  “Careful what you wish for…”

  Ryan pulled my hair hard enough so that I had no choice but to crane my neck backwards while he started shaking my body with powerful impact after powerful impact. My ass slapped against him with every blissful stroke and I heard myself start moaning a constant stream of affirmatives, occasionally punctuated with pure lustful filth from my new fiancé.

  My breasts quivered under me every time our bodies met, and I could still feel the fiery outline of his hand on my ass cheek as clearly as the moment it happened. The orgasm that had been so close before, returned to the edge of the cliff with a vengeance and I squeezed Ryan’s cock with my pussy as he fucked me at a furious pace.

  I couldn’t have held this flood back if I was an orgasm dam. The pleasure blew me away and all I could hear was ringing in my ears as humming ecstasy cramped every muscle in my body and I quivered with the intensity.

  Ryan’s cock swelled and twitched and I felt a spurt of creamy cum unleashed inside of me as his own orgasm intruded on his fucking rhythm. It was hard to imagine sex without this wonderful, sticky, perfect, messy end. The hot flood that reminded me that my man was feeling just as euphoric as I was, was my favorite part. It was beautiful in its own way.

  The two of us collapsed on to the bed, spooning, with Ryan still inside of me as we caught our breath. He propped himself up on his elbow and brushed my hair and errant drips of sweat away from my forehead as I felt my body threatening me with a nap.

  Then I remembered something.

  “Um… if you were going to covertly poison somebody with estrogen, how would you do it?” I asked.

  “Funny you should mention…”

  Ryan

  We were overdressed for this detour, but Jace had invited us for some kind of impromptu meeting just as we were finishing our dinner to celebrate the engagement. He didn’t say what it was about, but he said I was going to like it.

  The elevator opened up into a short hallway. Two security guards stood to attention about halfway to the door at the other end and they nodded respectfully at us as we passed.

  “Evening Sir, Ma’am,” said one, and I returned the nod.

  It felt good to see Sarina treated with that much esteem, I smiled once we were past. My badass fiancé and soon-to-be mother of my child.

  Jace had proven true to his word. I didn’t fuck him around and he seemed to have placed me somewhere near the top of his hierarchy, in recognition of my expertise. In this city at least, and in his ever-growing area of influence, that made us royalty. Life was good.

  We were almost close enough to knock on the door when the man himself opened it. He had a glass of Champagne in one hand, but before he could even say a word, Kendall yelled from inside.

  “No way! You’re engaged?”

  Jace stepped out of the way of the miniature stampede and Sarina held out her hand for Kendall and Skylar to examine. Jace held up his glass over the three of them.

  “Congrats!” said Jace.

  “Thanks! What’s going on?”

  “Come in, come in. We’ll talk inside.”

  Kendall and Skylar took turns hugging me as we all made our way inside the Barlows’ penthouse. Austin was just watching the end of the sports news on the television before he added his congratulations to the mix and feigned a left hook at me as if in long-delayed retaliation for the night we first met.

  As ever, I was glad that lunchbox sized hand was patting me on the back rather than knocking me out. He was a hell of a presence to have on your side.

  Jace was at the bar, filling glasses with Champagne. Kendall handed them out, giving one with only the tiniest splash of liquid at the bottom of the glass for Sarina and, I noticed, keeping a similarly small one for herself.

  “Alright, what’s this all about?” I asked.

  “Two things,” said Jace. “First, we’ve finally finished accounting for everything we recovered from the Acardis. Four and a half billion in cash alone. There’s a hell of a Christmas bonus coming for everybody. Second… San Matilde has fallen. The Folliero Family is officially fucked. I thought I’d only get Highston before the old Mafia realized what they were up against and started working together more closely, but you confused them enough that I got San Matilde too. The heads of the remaining families, what heads they’ve got left, will be having some pretty urgent meetings tonight about what they can do to stop the tide coming in. Good fuckin’ luck. They’ve already lost, they just won’t believe it until I’m pissing on their graves.”

  Jace raised his glass.

  “Fuck ‘em.”

  I pressed my lips together and weighed up the merits of his toast before raising my own glass. “Fuck ‘em.”

  The others joined in and the sound of the TV was temporarily drowned out by everybody clinking glasses and saying “Fuck ‘em.”

  Eventually the moment passed and Jace looked more bemused than anything else about the way Kendall and Skylar dragged Sarina off to the side because talk about weddings and babies trumped matters of national domination. I sat on a bar stool and Austin joined Jace behind the bar, pulling some juice out of the fridge and pouring himself a glass.

  “For a cop, she’ll make a pretty good drug lord’s wife,” said Austin. “Sky’s trying to convince her to go into business too, you hear about that?”

  “Nah, Sarina hasn’t mentioned it yet. What kind of business?”

  “A women-exclusive gym, a chain of them if the first one works. Once Skylar’s finished her degree and everything.”

  “Cool. I get the impression that Sarina wouldn’t want to define herself as “just” a drug lords
wife anyway. She’s got too much going on for that. They all have.” I glanced over at the three of them, then to Jace. “Hey, I don’t mean to kill the buzz, but I’ve got some bad news.”

  “What’s that?”

  “We’re not going to hit quota this month.”

  Jace gave me a blank stare, then raised his eyebrow. “Why?”

  “The main reaction vessel shit the bed. Turned out a giant batch of unsellable crap.”

  “Fuck, when did that happen?”

  “Couple days ago. I could have fixed it, but it would have been a stop-gap. It would only have been a matter of time before it fucked another batch and with now much this shit costs… well, it wouldn’t make sense. Must have got damaged in the transport from Highston.”

  Jace mulled it over, I could almost see numbers flickering behind his eyes. It was a welcome change from the bravado of the Acardis.

  “So what do you need?” he asked.

  “Nothing. I’ve taken care of it. The manufacturer had a new model available. Same dimensions, same connections, it’ll fit right into the existing setup but it’s about twenty-three percent more efficient. I’ve already ordered it. Unfortunately, most of the lab is going to be down for the next week, plus another day or two of calibrations. I’ve got my assistants working on what they can around it, and we’ll be able to catch up once we’re up and running again.”

  “How much did the new reaction vessel cost?”

  “Twenty-seven million.”

  Austin choked on his juice, and Jace’s eyes watered a little. “For that price, I hope it has a fuckin’ alarm clock built in.”

  “Fuck that,” said Austin. “For that price, it better give you a reach-around while it’s working.”

  “You OK with it?” I asked.

  “Was it the right call?” Jace countered.

  “Yes, it was.”

  “Then I’m OK with it.”

  I felt Sarina’s arms slip around me and her head rest on my shoulder. I turned to give her a kiss.

  “Everything coming together, huh?” she asked.

  Jace gestured Austin in her direction. “Search her for a wire.”

  We all laughed before Jace continued. “Yeah. The country is ours. I can feel it.”

  “While we’re here, I came up with something else you might be able to run with,” I said.

  “What’s that?” Jace asked.

  “A more efficient way to produce sugar pills.”

  Jace looked at Austin with a what-the-fuck expression, then back to me. “Sugar pills?”

  “I thought you’d be skeptical, but listen, the sugar pill market is worth billions worldwide. This is a patentable process, which means you can corner that market pretty much overnight, once the facility is set up. Sugar pills are used in clinical trials for controls, sweeteners, and the big one, homeopathy.”

  “Billions, you say…” pondered Jace.

  Austin put his arm over Jace’s shoulder dramatically. “Ladies and gentlemen… the homeopathic kingpin!”

  We all laughed again, but before I could give any more details, Jace fell silent and all the color dropped from his face. He looked sick to his stomach.

  The glass dropped from his hand and smashed on the floor, silencing everybody in the room bar the man’s voice coming from the TV. Austin looked at his brother in confusion for a second before turning to me with murder written in his expression.

  “What the fuck did you do?”

  I held my hands up. “Nothing! Nothing!”

  Jace fumbled at Austin’s hands as the heavyweight reached for me, knocking them down. He shook his head in a daze and walked around the bar, heading for the TV, where he sank to his knees.

  Everybody gathered around. Kendall looked like her world was falling apart, terrified of the deathly shade of Jace’s skin. She tentatively put her hands on his shoulder and knelt with him, trying to get some kind of explanation out of him. He shook his hand and shushed her.

  On screen, some older guy was standing behind a podium addressing a room of reporters.

  ‘… and so, in light of this new reality, I have decided to announce my intentions. There will be many hurdles to overcome, but make no mistake, I will be your next President. This country needs and deserves a leader who has the courage to stand up against the tide of organized crime destroying it from the inside. When I became Governor of New Mexico, I spearheaded operations that stamped out organizations that had had a stranglehold on the state for generations and to this day policies that I enacted ensures it retains the lowest rates of such crime in the country. As your duly elected commander in chief, I can ensure that this great country doesn’t have to endure another Highston Disaster, no more open warfare on our streets…’

  The screen cut back to the news studio where the announcer revealed that this was the scene earlier today when Victor Mondalo called a press conference.

  “Jace, what’s wrong?” Kendall plead.

  He pointed. “That… that’s the guy… that’s the fucking guy…”

  “What guy?” asked Skylar.

  “When I was a kid… my parents… he… he came to the group home. He told me the Picollis were the ones who did it.”

  “You sure?” Kendall asked.

  “I’m fuckin’ sure.” Jace said with a deadpan voice. “That voice… I’ll remember it until my dying day.”

  “What the fuck is going on?” asked Austin.

  The confidence of the room had evaporated in an instant. The clear path Jace saw in front of us was demolished just as fast. What the fuck was going on, indeed?

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  Still a Bad Boy (Still a Bad Boy #1)

  Kendall

  He wasn’t supposed to notice me. Jace Barlow: the most powerful man in the city. Mysterious, scarred, pure muscle and tattoos.

  He was my first. That didn’t stop him from pinning me against a wall, using me for his own pleasure until I screamed his name.

  Now my boss thinks I’m getting the scoop of the century, but all Jace is giving me is climax after leg-quivering climax. When he puts his hand on my throat and growls in my ear…

  “You are mine.”

  I know it’s true.

  I’ve fallen hard and I’ve never felt safer…

  Until I see him kill somebody.

  Jace

  I dedicated my life to taking down the Picolli Crime Family from the inside. I made a name for myself, the mafia’s most brutal enforcer. I worked my way up the chain, and my revenge came. A righteous bloodbath.

  Then I took their place so they could never come back.

  Nothing else has ever mattered. Until Kendall.

  She was an innocent girl for me to defile, and then leave her ruined for other men like all the rest. But she makes me so hard I ache for release, and for the first time in my life, I want to have her again.

  Kendall’s the chink in my armor my enemies have been looking for.

  I don’t care.

  She is mine and I’ll die before I give her up.

  Submission Specialist (Still a Bad Boy #2):

  Skylar

  I promised I’d save myself for my wedding night.

  Of course, I didn’t know it was going to be a fake marriage to a heavyweight MMA fighter. I couldn’t have known how good it would feel to be pinned under all those muscles and tattoos, squirming, panting, and even whimpering in ecstasy.

  None of us knew how deeply he was involved with the mafia.

  When he disrespects them
, they think they can use me to punish him.

  They’re wrong.

  He’s a tank in human form.

  And he’s coming for me.

  Austin

  Men tap out inside the ring, women surrender themselves outside of it. That’s always been my specialty.

  I chose Skylar because she was so innocent. A good girl like her would help sell my reformed image to the public. To corrupt her and leave her ruined for all other men would be my hottest conquest yet.

  But I found more in Skylar than that. Who’d have thought that the first woman I wanted to lay more than once would be my wife?

  Now they think they can take away what is mine?

  Even if I have to kill every last member of the Bertolini Crime Family…

  I’m coming for her.