The Hitman's Possession (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance Book 1)

by Tia Lewis

  “Uh, lots of things. Let me educate you on how women think when they take their clothes off. My knees are too pointy, my love handles are getting big, my shoulders make me look aggressive, my belly button is…”

  “What the hell can you find wrong with a belly button?”

  “This is the stuff women think about,” she smiled.

  “Then the stuff women think about is stupid. Let me educate you, Miss Tess. Men don’t care about your belly button, your love handles, your knees or whatever. They care if your pussy is wet, tight, shaved, and that you’re willing. That’s about it.”

  “Such the charmer.”

  I winked as I pulled down my briefs.

  Tess gazed at my cock, her mouth falling open.

  “Something wrong?” I said casually, throwing my boxers at the wall.

  As she looked down at my cock, it got hard. It pointed straight up, a large vein running from the base almost to the shaft. I was circumcised, and the head of my cock enlarged as it got harder. I knew I should be in the shower right now. I knew I should be running away from the Russians and the police, but looking at that hot body of hers, I began to forget all about that. My balls ached like they might burst. She was an aphrodisiac that instantly got me hard.

  “Wrong?” she quickly shook her head as her face turned red. “Are you… excited?”

  I looked down. “Yeah, it’s always excited when I’m around you.”

  I took a step toward her. The build-up inside of me was extraordinary. I had never felt this much carnal desire before. I had already known Tess longer than I had ever known any other woman and knew her deeper than any of the other women that I had been with. I took another step forward. I expected her to shrink back from me, but she didn’t. She looked from my cock to my face. I placed a gentle hand on the side of her cheek and caressed her delicate face.

  “You’re a beautiful and courageous woman, you know that?” I said, my voice smooth and deep.

  “Thank you,” she replied as she looked away and blushed.

  “I never want you to feel unsafe ever again. I will protect you and make sure that nothing happens to you.”

  Tess took a small step back.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know,” she looked down at the floor. “So much has happened and I just don’t want to get hurt again.”

  “I know you were hurt and you have to take my word that I will never hurt you. I’m not Zharkov or Dimitri. I stand by my word. Do you believe me?”

  She lets out a sigh.

  “Listen to me. I would’ve never risked my life multiple times and gone against the Bianchi family or the Drunk Harpy crew. I’m a rat in their eyes, and I know they’re out for my head. But I don’t care because you’re mine. Do you understand me?”

  I take a step closer to her and gently lifted up her face. I gazed into her bright blue eyes and intensely focused on her.

  “Look at me. I was wrong how I treated you when I first met you.”

  She dropped her eyes.

  “Please, let me prove to you that I will protect you, and you’ll remain mine and mine alone. I’ll kill another hundred men before anyone lays their hand on you.” I smiled. “They’d have to kill me first, and I wish them luck with that.”

  We both chuckled, and I could see a glimmer in her eye, but I could also see that she was hesitant. If I put myself in her shoes, I would be too.

  She finally responded. “I know we’ve only known each for such a small amount of time, but I can’t help feeling the way that I do.”

  “What is it that you feel?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I just didn’t think I’d ever feel…”

  She paused.

  “Feel lust again,” Her cheeks were glowing, and I could feel the heat coming from her body. “I didn’t think I’d feel longing ever again, but after last night...”

  “I understand…”

  “But now I think…” She closed her eyes, as though she was too ashamed to look at me as she spoke. “But now… I feel it. It’s like a hunger or something inside of me. It’s pushing me one way when I know that I should be going in another. We should be running, we should already be out of here—like you said—and now I feel this urge that I can’t explain. Does that mean that something is wrong with me? Am I crazy?”

  I made my way towards the drapes and closed them tighter. The only light in the room was from the dim lamp that sat next to the bed. I turned back and walked over to her side. I could feel the stimulating heat coming from her body as I inhaled her intoxicating feminine scent. I moved my palm down her tender right arm then unzipped the back of her floral dress with my free hand.

  “Nothing is wrong with you. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters,” I growled into her ear.

  She let out a faint moan, and I continued to remove her dress, letting it drop to the ground. I unfastened her pink lace bra, pushed the straps off her shoulders, listening to the soft rustle as it fell. Tess never moved. Instead, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and bit her lip. Next, I slowly ran my hand down her trembling body as I teasingly traced her curves. She let out another faint moan as I pulled down her pink panties. She stepped out of them, and I threw them on the bed.

  “We shouldn’t… we need to leave…” she breathed.

  “Shh,” I closed her lips with my finger and was taken back when she opened her mouth and began sucking it.

  I carried her down to the bed and placed my body softly on top of hers. I occasionally traced my fingers up and down her stomach, over her hips, and along her succulent tits.

  "I'm going to take great enjoyment in taking what’s mine," I whispered directly into her ear. She let out a faint moan and stared into my eyes. I felt her legs open slightly beneath me and the warmth from her pussy radiated against my crotch, which made my cock fill with hot blood.

  Tess turned her head, a gesture of longing, signaling that her passion had begun to take over and replace reason. As she exposed her slender neck to me, I opened my mouth against her neck and licked her, kissed her, painted her flesh in a coat of saliva and warm breath from deep inside my own chest. Her palms pressed hard against my back, and her fingernails dug lightly into my skin. I could feel her legs open wider underneath me, and the invitation only made my cock more rigid and restless.

  “How bad do you want it?” I breathed into her ear.

  She let out another faint moan, and my cock slipped in-between the lips of her pussy on its own accord. Her body tensed beneath me, and her hips shifted, repositioning her pelvis so that it fit better against mine. I curled my fingers around her forearms as my cock inched itself inside of her. The soft flesh of her thighs slid up and down my hips.

  "Liam," she muttered.

  I elevated my body above her as I inserted the remainder of my cock inside her. She leaned her head forward, and with wide eyes, she bit her lip as she watched me fill her. I looked down as my throbbing, engorged cock pulled out of her, glistening in the dark glow of the motel room and dripping wet with her sweet nectar.

  "Oh, God," Tess said. She did not whisper, and her voice was deep and sultry. She pulled me down close to her and dug her fingers into the flesh of my ass. The sweet pain sent a jolt to my cock and I impaled her fully. I did it again, and again. My towering body pressed hard against her, and I began fucking her. My mouth was open as I groaned against her cheek and ear.

  “So… tight,” I growled. I moved my hand up to her tits, already starting to warm with sweat from the un-air-conditioned room. The feel of her hard nipple against my palm sent a spark through me, and I pounded her pussy with my cock as a result. She moaned, spreading her legs even wider.

  We both ground into each other, sometimes slowly, always deliberately and with desperate intensity.

  “Yeah,” she began to whimper, now gripping the bedsheets. Our hands moved and explored, touching, pressing, greedy in their search for more flesh. She moved her bare feet up and down my chiseled legs. I
felt my own body beginning to drip sweat as my cock thrust deeper and deeper.

  Time slowed to a fraction of its true speed. I expected one of us to cum sooner or later, but neither of us did. We simply looked into each other's eyes, saying things they could not say with words. Her tits became very slick with sweat, and I moved up and down her body as though against a sheet of damp silk. My cock twitched and thumped inside her tight wet pussy, fully aware of the texture of her walls, aware of my swollen head stroking her deep inside. I moved my cock like a precise tool, probing every inch of space, up to her uterus and then to the sides and back to the spot near her pelvis that made her moan and savagely claw at me.

  Tess began to shiver. Her legs closed around my body, but not like a clamp; more like a hug. She closed her eyes and mouth, threw her head back against the pillow and breathed loudly through her nostrils.

  "Fuck!" she moaned.

  I smirked, enjoying the view of pleasure erupting inside of her.

  She then began to milk my cock with her contracting pussy, gripping and gripping me, coaxing the cum from deep down in my balls. I slipped my wet fingers deep inside her messy blond hair as my cum flowed from my body into hers. My body shook as though chilled, which could not be explained because not a hint of cold could have existed as fire ripped through my veins and my body flooded with pleasure. Time slowed down as we laid there, glued together with our fluids.

  Her eyes were closed, and her face was still buried in my neck when she started giggling.

  “What?” I breathed. I wanted to know what was so funny.

  “Nothing,” she answered. She bit her lip, staring deep into my eyes. “Nothing at all.”

  “Come here,” I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. She followed me into this position, my hard cock still inside her. She let out a playful screech as she lifted her feet up alongside my torso so that she sat squatting above me. I reached up and grabbed her tits, fondling her with a gentle massage and flicking her nipples. That act alone made me hard and ready to go again.

  Tess moaned and started to fuck me.

  “Mmm, good girl. That’s it,” I grunted.

  “Yeah,” she whimpered, tilting her head back as worked herself like an engine cylinder, up and down, up and down. She lifted her hips above my torso, then brought them down to slide against my sleek body, all the while pumping my cock over and over again.

  “That’s it,” I encouraged her as I reached under her and grabbed her ass, helping to lift her each time she moved.

  The movement sped up. For the second time, Tess looked down, fascinated by the sight of our two bodies slamming together. Her mouth opened, and a loud moan came out, perhaps without her knowing it. She slammed down onto my body, filling herself with my hard cock each time. We slapped together wetly, and the bed began to squeak louder with each thrust. It was music to my ears.

  "Oh, God!” Tess cried clearly. She laced her fingers around my neck and stared into my face, as though trying to convince me of something.

  "Yeah, yeah!" she screeched, all the while she continued to fuck me as hard as she could, grinding her pussy down onto my cock.

  She let out an animalistic growl as she trailed off in ecstasy, breathing quickly through pursed lips. Then her legs began to vibrate, and her entire body reeled back like a whip, twisting one way then the other.

  "Ahh! Ahh!" she screamed, not afraid to vocalize her orgasm. She gripped her own hair as she turned this way and that, her tits flinging sweat into my face. Once more she milked me with her tight pussy, squeezing my body hard between her smooth legs.

  Finally, she collapsed onto me, out of breath and panting heavily.

  "I… need… a break," she whispered. I could tell she was exhausted.

  "Break? I’m not done with you yet," I advised her.

  “Where are you getting all this stamina from?”

  “You’re my drug, and I can’t get enough of you.”

  She took a breath before unleashing a wicked smile. She pulled my cock out of her sopping pussy and wormed herself down toward my cock. Without hesitation, she wrapped her entire mouth around my manhood. I felt a surge of pleasure and pain shoot into my cock, and I grabbed her blond hair between my hands. My greed was unbearable, and I found myself hard again, ready for one more round.

  “Fuck, Tess!”

  I closed my eyes as she sucked, her tongue and mouth cavity vacuumed tightly around the shaft. She summoned the jizz out of my cock with her intense suction. At the first taste, she pulled my dick out of her mouth and aimed it at her own face.

  “Damn, girl!”

  She hummed in encouragement as two messy ropes splashed against her mouth and cheeks and onto her left eyelid. She used her fist to continue pumping me, urging the last clear drops out onto her hand. Afterward, she snaked her body up onto my exhausted form. She straddled me, rubbing her still soaking pussy around my deflating cock.

  “You’re not done with me yet?” she teased.

  I let out a laugh, caught my breath and wiped my cum off her eyelid. I placed her on her back and gazed deeply into her sparkling blue eyes. My hand slithered between her legs, and I put two fingers inside of her, curling up towards her g-spot. I stroked her sweet spot as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, nibbling her softly. I growled in delight as her moans grew louder which only intensified my stroking.

  “Oh, God!” Tess tried batting my hand away, but I kept stroking until she was close to orgasming again. Her back arched, her legs closed and she let out a scream. I slowed my stroking but didn’t remove my fingers. Once she came down from her high, I moved my fingers in and out of her again, and this time, she came quickly but not as intensely. Her legs trembled and rubbed together as another orgasm washed over her. I still didn’t stop stroking her. I continued to caress her g-spot with my fingers until she came again, and this one was hard enough to make her eyes roll back into her head.

  "Liam, please, please..." she cried.

  “Yes?” I teased then firmly licked her salty but sweet neck.

  "Plea ... please..." she groped for the words. I licked my way down to her belly button, digging in with my tongue, as my hands fondled her tits.

  She whimpered while looking down at me and I could tell she knew what I wanted next.

  I placed my tongue against her clit and began flicking my tongue. Tess spasmed against my face, ripping the bed sheets away from the bed. She kicked at the air, and her toes curled. I savored her pussy completely and licked deep inside her, my lips moving with pressure against her smooth walls, drinking down her sweet nectar.

  “You taste so fucking good,” I growled.

  I licked my two fingers that were just inside her and shoved them back into her pussy as I moved down to lick her asshole, relishing the salty wetness between her cheeks.

  For the next ten minutes, Tess repeatedly came, calling hoarsely for me to stop, trying in vain to push me away from her body. All I could do was smirk as I devoured her tight pussy in my mouth and fingered her g-spot.

  “Liam!” I tightly held her body down as she tried to writhe helplessly across the surface of the bed, sweating profusely and twisting her head back and forth.

  Moments later, I finally lifted my head up from between her thighs inhaling her intoxicating scent. My mouth was coated with her wetness, and I began to lick her thighs, moving down the bed to suck her painted toes.

  "Holy… shit…” she breathed heavily.

  “You okay?" I knew she was more than ok. She looked sated, like a woman who had been fucked and fucked well.

  She nodded still trying to catch her breath. She lay butt-naked on the wet and messy bed staring in a daze at the ceiling. The light from the lamp illuminated the sweat on her body. I plopped on the bed right next to her, stroking my cock realizing that I would continue to risk my life for this beautiful woman as long as that’s what it took to make sure that she remained mine

  I couldn’t sleep. I opened my eyes, but I couldn’t see much in the quie
t darkness except the dim glow of the clock on the nightstand and the vague shadow of the lamp next to it. Half asleep, I fumbled with the covers and stumbled to the bathroom. After taking a piss and flushing the toilet, I checked my reflection in the mirror. The haunted eyes and dark circles underneath them made my long, drawn-in face almost unrecognizable. Am I dreaming? I thought.

  I searched the bathroom cabinet above the sink and didn't find much but a few small bars of soap. Right, I was in a motel—not at home.

  Washing my hands, I switched off the bathroom light and waited. After my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I looked toward the bed and saw Tess sleeping peacefully. I glanced at the front door of the room and was shocked to see Kevin standing in the darkness. I blink rapidly, but Kevin remained in the room. We silently observed each other for a few moments before I heard him say: Brother, if all else fails and the light turns to darkness…

  16

  Sirens blared through the window so loudly that I thought they could’ve been coming from right outside on the balcony. I had Zharkov, Boss, the Drunk Harpy crew and the police on my ass and I was lying in bed all lovey-dovey with Tess. What the fuck was wrong with me? I then thought about the dream I had, seeing my little brother and what he said... That was a dream, wasn’t it?

  I jumped up. “Quick-Toes! Fucking rat!” I looked around the room for some clothes. All I could see were the blood-stained, ruined clothes I’d taken off before fucking Tess. It wouldn’t be a good idea to go romping around in those with men in blue on the hunt.

  “We need to leave. Now.”

  Tess jumped up and rooted through her suitcase, throwing clothes onto the bed – a dress, two T-shirts, and denim shorts. I was about to say something, but she interrupted me.

  “Wait, hold on,” she muttered. “I packed some of your stuff.”

  “Shit, Thanks. Toss it here.”

  A flush crept up her neck, and I saw that her nipples were purple from the pinching. Cum pooled around her pussy, staining the carpet. She didn’t seem to realize she was butt-naked. It was as if what they’d done had made her more comfortable around me. I was used to women wanting to get dressed after they fucked. I believed that it had something to do with giving into a hitman like me.