Bad Boy: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)

by Willow Winters

  She noticeably swallows and asks, “May I come in?”

  “No.” It’s easy shutting that down. The only reason I’d bring her in here is to fuck her. And that’s not going to happen. My dick doesn’t like that answer and starts hardening in my pants. I clench my jaw, trying to get it to go down. I’m only in a pair of sweats. She’s gonna see how fucking hard I am for her. Fuck it, I still can’t have her. Doesn’t fucking matter if she knows I want her or not.

  I need to push her away.

  “You’re in the wrong part of town, Tonya,” I say, keeping my eyes on her with my voice low.

  A smile spreads slowly across her face, making her look gorgeous as fuck. She cocks a brow and tries to suppress the laugh that I can practically hear escaping from those full lips of hers. “You’re kidding, right?” She’s not really asking though, and she has a point. I’m a scary fucker, but it’s not like I live in the rough part of town.

  “You know what I mean.” She should know not to fuck with me. Maybe I’ve been too easy on her. I’ve given her this idea that I won’t hurt her, and I’m her pal. But I’m not her buddy. She should be fucking careful around me. She should be scared of me.

  She rolls her eyes at my words and it’s the last straw.

  “You think you’re such a bad ass bitch, don’t you?” I walk into her space, pushing her farther out into the hallway.

  She seems taken aback by my tone, and it takes a moment for her to square her shoulders. I can see her changing before my eyes. Like she just realized who I am, and that she’s a cop. She may think she doesn’t have to take any shit from me, but I’m about to prove her wrong.

  “You think you can play this good girl act with me, but I know who you really are.”

  She looks confused and then pissed. “I never said I was a good girl, and I’m not putting on an act.” She speaks through clenched teeth with her hands balled at her side. It really pisses her off when I call her that. That’s good to know. I like pissing her off and getting her riled up.

  “So what? You’re a bad girl then? Just like I said, you think you’re a bad ass. You’re not.”

  She huffs a laugh and rolls her eyes. She literally doesn’t give a shit. I need to instill fear into this broad. I’ve given her too much length on her leash.

  I look her in her eyes and lower my voice. “I could fuck you raw in the front of this building, and no one would stop me. No one would say shit to me.”

  Her lips part, and her eyes soften with lust at my words. Fuck me, that’s so fucking hot. That’s not at all the reaction I expected. I anticipated disgust. I would think she’d pull out the cop card. But she doesn’t.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask as I grip her hips and turn her around to pin her to the wall next to my open door. “'Cause you’re such a bad girl.” I lower my lips to her neck and whisper in her ear. My lips barely touch her. “You’d love it so fucking much, you’d cum on my dick as I fucked your greedy cunt however I wanted.”

  I shove her back against the wall. I’m not gentle, but only because I can see how much she likes it rough. I grab her ass with both hands and hold her against the wall with my hips. My hard dick pushes against her thigh, digging into her. I can see the moment she realizes she’s about to get fucked. Her eyes widen and she pushes her hands against my chest. I pull back slightly, but my hands and hips keep her in place.

  My heart beats wildly in my chest. My blood’s laced with desire and races with a primal need to fuck her against the wall. She’d fucking love it. We both want it.

  I lean forward and barely hear her say, “Ssst.” She knows she should say it, but she hasn’t yet. She likes me pushing her boundaries.

  “Stop?” I ask with a lopsided grin. “Is that what you were gonna say?” She presses her lips together and turns her head to the side, refusing to look at me and refusing to answer. I heard it on the tip of her tongue. But she doesn’t want this to stop. She wants to be impaled on my dick.

  “You'd better fucking say it, Tonya.” Her eyes whip up to mine with a flash of anger. She doesn’t like me telling her what to do. Good. It’s going to be fun getting her so worked up. I love it already.

  I wrap my hand around her throat and give her a gentle squeeze. My left hand grabs hold of her thigh and she spreads her legs for me. I cup her pussy and rock my palm against her clit. I can feel how hot and wet she is. Her eyes go half-lidded, and her lips part with a small moan of pleasure. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I bend my head down and hesitate just a second before taking her bottom lip in between my teeth.

  This is dangerous. At first it felt like a game. But the more I push, the more she gives me. I’m already addicted, and I haven’t even had a taste of her yet. I should stop this before it begins, but I can’t. I want her, and now that I know how much she wants me, I’m taking her.

  I’m going to have to fuck this broad out of my system. Just once. Just once, so I can satisfy this beast clawing at me to fuck her into submission.

  I lower my lips to the crook of her neck and bite down hard enough so she knows I won’t be gentle. She rocks her hips and rubs her hot pussy against my dick. Fuck, yes. I growl into her ear, “Get your ass inside.”

  I pull back and stare into her green eyes. They spark with a challenge. “Thought you said you could fuck me out here.” My dick jumps in my pants.

  “Bad girl.” I back away so I’m not touching her. “Get inside.” I see the defiance in her eyes. She fucking loves this. She’s coming alive with my touch, and I love that I can do this to her. She bites down on her lip and looks to the stairs. For a moment, one split second, I think she’s going to leave, but then her cute ass starts walking inside, and I know I’ve got her.

  After I close and lock her door, I grip her waist and lead her to the bedroom. I’m not wasting any time. I don’t want to give either of us a second to think and realize what a fucking disaster this is.

  I kick the door shut behind me and give her another command. “Strip.” I fucking love how she turns on her heels and looks back at me like she’s debating on giving me a hard time.

  “You have this coming. For teasing me like that. You better take them off before I rip them off of you.” Her mouth parts and the moan I was fantasizing about hearing finally hits my ears. “I don't give a fuck if you have to walk back home naked.” Yes. Yes I really fucking do give a shit, but that gets her ass moving to obey.

  Her hands slowly remove her jeans, and then her top. She reaches around behind her to remove her bra, but I can’t wait any longer.

  I pick her ass up, a cheek in each hand and let my knees hit the edge of the mattress. She’s quick to wrap her legs around mine. Her heels dig into my ass as my lips crush hers. I fall onto my bed with her beneath me and push down my sweats. My cock smacks against her clit as it bounces out, and the force of it makes her break our kiss. She moans into the hot air and it fuels me to grip my dick in my hand and smack it against her swollen nub. I want to hear that sound again and again. Her back arches and her head digs into the mattress. I move my cock through her folds from her entrance to her clit, making sure to watch her body for her reaction. She fucking loves this. She’s loving what I’m doing to her.

  She still isn’t looking at me though, and I don’t like that. I want her eyes on me as I sink deep into her heat. I line my cock up and then grip her chin in my hand. She looks back at me with half-lidded eyes. She’s already so close. My bad girl is dying to be fucked.

  I hold her gaze as I slowly push into her tight cunt. Fuck, she feels so fucking good. My thick cock stretches her walls as I slowly thrust deep inside her. Her eyes widen and her lips form a perfect “o”. I’d smirk at her if I could, but I can’t. I’m lost in how fucking good she feels.

  I rock into her once, twice, and then a third time, keeping my pace slow and steady with short, shallow strokes letting her adjust to my size and then I thrust into her hard enough that the bed slams against the wall. She screams out and I
capture her screams of pleasure with my kiss. My fingertips dig into her hips, holding her in place as I continue mercilessly fucking her into the mattress. The bed groans and creaks as I pound into her pussy with a relentless pace.

  Her thighs tighten around my hips as she bites down on her lip to keep from screaming out from the intense pleasure.

  The bed smacks against the wall with each thrust. As I fuck her harder it gets louder, and I fucking hate that she looks up at the headboard. It was only a glance, but it’s enough that I want to drag her ass onto the floor and fuck her there. She can hear the creaking and groaning and it’s distracting her. It pisses me off. That’s not going to fucking happen. I want her so far gone that she can’t think about anything but my dick giving her the release she so desperately needs.

  I pick her ass up in one hand and press my thumb against her clit. I push down hard and ignore her body trying to thrash in my arms. I don’t stop. I don’t let up on my ruthless thrusts as I circle her clit, taking her higher and higher. Her head thrashes from side to side as her pussy spasms around my dick. I feel her hot arousal and groan as the sound of my dick slamming into her gets louder and messier. I fucking love that I made her cum. I want it again. I want more of her.

  I ride through her orgasm and push her to another level of ecstasy. I rub her clit with the rough pad of my thumb and keep up my pace. My spine tingles and my toes curl, wanting my release, but I hold it back, waiting for her to go off again. I need it again. I want to take her over the edge. She claws at the comforter and screams out as I pinch her clit.

  Only when I feel her body trembling and see her back bow with her own orgasm, only then do I let the sensation wash over me. I cum violently deep inside her and groan into the crook of her next as the pleasure runs through every inch of my body. I brace my forearms above her head, and we sink into the mattress as I pump short, shallow thrusts until I’m completely spent and have nothing left.

  I roll onto my back and pull her close to me while we both catch our breath. It’s been a long time, a really long fucking time, but it’s never felt like that before. More than anything, I feel triumphant. Like I've tamed the untamable.

  I let a few minutes go by for my heart to calm down. You’d think I held my breath the whole fucking time. My lips travel along her shoulder and I leave a sweet kiss on the tender part of her neck, just behind her ear before getting up. She was so fucking good, better than I fucking hoped she'd be.

  I need to get her something to clean up with.

  When I get back from the bathroom, she’s sitting up on the bed holding the comforter across her chest. Her hair’s a mess, her lips are swollen from my kiss, and her skin looks radiant. She looks like she got fucked, and it looks damn good on her.

  I pass her the washcloth and pretend like I’m looking away while I pull on my boxers.

  She rolls off the bed and sashays her ass in my face. I know she did that shit on purpose. I smack my hand playfully across that perky, lush ass, and smile as she jumps and turns around to face me. A deep red blush colors her cheeks as she smiles shyly back at me.

  That’s when it hits me.

  This broad is getting to me. I watch as she grabs her clothes. All the bits of happiness leave me in an instant. I didn’t check for a wire. Fuck. Fuck, how could I forget she’s a cop?

  I didn’t say anything, though. I know I didn’t. I replay the scene in my head.

  It’s like snapping back to reality. I don’t know what the fuck happened.

  Shit. Maybe she wanted this. She wanted to get close to me. Fuck. Fuck. I keep fucking this up. I’m so drawn to her. I run a hand down my face in exasperation. What the hell was I thinking? I keep losing my shit when she’s around.

  I look at her from across the room as she pulls her jeans up and over her sweet ass. Fuck, even right now as I’m telling myself this is wrong, my dick is hardening at the chance to be inside her again.

  “This shit can’t happen.” I say the words before I forget that I need this to be over. “It can’t happen again.”

  She turns to face me with a look of shock and hurt. But she’s quick to cover it up. It fucking kills me. A weight pushes against my chest. It fucking hurts. I hate that I hurt her. “You’re right. Sorry it happened.” She talks clearly, and with a hint of sarcasm, but doesn’t face me. She sounds fucking pissed, but there’s an undertone of sadness. She's doing what she does best, and masking her true feelings.

  I walk over to her to hold her, or apologize, or something--I don’t know what, but she makes a beeline for her purse and then starts heading to the door. It fucking hurts, but that’s what I get. What did I expect, opening my mouth and ruining it?

  We were playing house though. Caught up in something that doesn’t exist.

  “I’m not kicking you out.” I talk to her back as she walks out on me. I may as well have kicked her out though. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This needs to go down like this. She needs to be pissed at me. But I don’t want that.

  This is all so fucked.

  She turns to face me as I walk up behind her before she can open the door. I want to say something to her. I don’t know what. I just don’t want her to leave like this.

  “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.” Her voice is hard and full of menace, but her eyes are glassy with tears. It fucking guts me.

  “Stop it, Tonya. It’s not like that.” She turns her back to me to open the door, but I put my hand above hers to keep it from opening. She turns around and I cage her in. She closes her eyes to avoid my stare.

  “Stop it. You know I didn’t mean it like that.” I talk with a gentle tone and try to calm her down. But her defenses are way up. She’s not giving me anything. “You don’t want this anyway. You’re a cop. I’m suspect in your case for fuck's sake.”

  “You didn’t do it,” she says calmly. Her admission shocks me. If she knows I didn’t do it, what the fuck is she after me for? “You’re right though. This shouldn’t have happened.” She opens her eyes and speaks calmly, “I want to leave now.”

  There’s no emotion left. No sadness, no disappointment, no anger. She’s got her mask on, and she’s not giving me anything.

  I should make her open up. I shouldn’t let her leave like this.

  But it’s what’s best for both of us. She’s a cop, and I’m mobbed up. This shit should’ve never happened.

  “Alright.” I stand back and let her open the door. I fucking hate that I feel anything for her. She’s a cop. I have to keep repeating it in my head. I have to remember I can’t have her. I’ve been ordered to stay away from her. I shouldn’t have let it get this far. This is bad. I don’t know what I was thinking.

  “Can you just tell me one thing?” she asks, as she steps out into the hallway. “Is Petrov dead?” She looks up at me with nothing in her eyes, no emotion. Not a damn thing.

  I bite the inside of my cheek fucking hating that she’s asking that.

  “You know I can’t tell you anything. Stop asking me. I’m not gonna answer.” I can’t. I’d be a stupid prick to admit anything.

  “Yeah, I figured. Couldn’t hurt to ask one more time though.” She walks down the hallway without looking back.

  I feel fucking used. But what’s worse is that I want to stop her. I want to tell her how he suffered. How a woman who he tortured killed him. But I can’t.

  Instead I stand in my doorway and listen to her steps. I grip the door jamb tighter as I hear the door open and listen as she leaves.

  Fuck, I want to tell her. And that’s not good. None of this is good.

  Tonya

  I’m not gonna cry. I don’t fucking cry. Sure as shit not over men. I’ve had a few boyfriends here and there, but that’s never happened to me. It’s never been a hit it and quit it situation. And sure as fuck not five minutes after cumming inside of me. Asshole. He didn’t kick me out, but he could’ve picked a better time to start talking like that.

  It was a mistake. I know that. It never should�
�ve happened. I have more restraint than that. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me so weak. I cave to him, when I haven’t ever caved before. I don’t like it. I also don’t like that he brought it up first. I was thinking it, but I was pushing it down.

  It just felt so nice to be held. It’s been a long time. I feel so fucking deprived of human interaction. It’s been too fucking long. I take a deep breath as I lie down on my bed. It’s cold. But it feels good to just relax against the bed. I snort a humorless laugh.

  I shouldn’t be relaxing. I shouldn’t even want that. I’ve lost sight of my purpose. I swore I wouldn’t stop until I found Petrov and destroyed him and everyone who works for him. It's like I was wearing blinders all through the academy. I didn’t even care about how much my body hurt. Nothing else mattered. I was just obsessed at taking a leap forward.

  And then my huge break when the department had an opening was as if the stars had aligned. Like God was handing me my revenge on a silver platter. But then nothing. Not a fucking trace of him. The other names on my list are all dead. There are no leads. I shouldn’t be relaxing, but I don’t know what else to do.

  It’s as if I’ve been running as hard and as fast as I’m able, chasing a ghost. And now he’s disappeared, and I’m finally taking a look around.

  How did I get here? This isn’t what I went to college for. This isn’t what I wanted to do. My life wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Even back then I wasn’t really sure what I wanted, but the shit I was studying was at least interesting. All of this is just depressing as fuck.

  But I owe it to my sister. She was older than me. Only by three years. She was reserved and polite. I was the handful child that always got into trouble. Maybe that’s why I never got along with my mother. I don’t know. But that relationship completely vanished when Melissa died. My mother couldn’t take it. She’s not a fighter like me.

  The night Melissa didn’t come back, my mom was sure she was dead. The next morning when I went looking for her, putting up signs and waiting for the police to actually do something, my mother did nothing but cry. I was pissed. She wasn’t even trying. I think she buried Melissa that day. And what was left of her own soul.