UNTAMED: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Zoey Parker

  I thought—for just an instant—that he might do just that, humiliate me by making me beg him. Instead, he slammed into me all at once, not even hesitating. I shrieked—he was so big, so thick and long, that it almost didn’t even feel good, not at first. “Fuck,” Micah groaned, moving inside me right away; sliding out almost completely and slamming back into me, his hips slapping against my ass. “Fuck— Christ, I was right…” Micah’s words came out between short, sharp breaths, almost moaning, but still with the element of control. “You’re almost... almost as tight as a fucking virgin…”

  He gripped my hips tight in his hands and pounded me hard and fast, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. Almost against my will, I could feel the pleasure mounting in my body as the first shock of his size began to wear off. I tried to hold myself up, to get some kind of control over what Micah was doing to my body—but it was hopeless. All I could do was let him have me, let him do what he wanted.

  Part of me felt utterly humiliated with the way that Micah was pounding me, the feeling of his thick, hard, hot cock slamming deeper and deeper inside of me. I could even hear his balls slapping against me as he took me harder and faster. I was moaning, crying out—not screaming, but definitely louder than I normally was—and the wet, sucking, smacking noises of Micah moving inside me were probably loud enough for whoever was on the other side of the door to hear, too.

  But another part of me—a part that shocked me—was absolutely loving it. Tingling, electric crackles of sensation shot through me, and when Micah began rubbing my clit with his fingers, pressing almost too hard, I groaned with so much pleasure it was animalistic. I gasped when I felt Micah’s fingers snatching at the sloppy bun I’d put my hair in, catching it, pulling me up off of my elbows. The tug of my hair at my scalp, the pain there—it almost made it feel even better.

  Micah pulled me back so that I was almost vertical, my body pressed against his as his cock slid in and out of me. “God, I could fuck you for hours,” Micah told me, his teeth closing on my earlobe. I squirmed against him, shivering as he brought the fingers that had been rubbing my clit up to my mouth. “Clean them,” Micah said. I closed my lips around his fingers, tasting myself there, and another rush of humiliation flowed through me. I couldn’t believe I was licking my own juices off a stranger’s fingers while he fucked me mercilessly from behind. I couldn’t believe any of what was happening, much less how much some part of me liked it.

  Micah shoved me down onto the desk again, but this time he grabbed at my arms as I fell forward, pulling them behind me. I yelped, pain shooting through my shoulders, as he pinned my arms against my back and slowed down his thrusts just a bit. It wasn’t enough for me to recover, but it was enough for me to feel every inch of him sliding into me, pressing up against my g-spot every second or third thrust, sending jolts of pleasure crackling through my body. I felt my muscles squeezing him, flexing, like my body was betraying me, like it didn’t want him to leave it. Micah had me pinned down on the desk so hard my breasts started to ache, but it was nothing compared to the heat and friction happening to my pussy.

  “So... fucking... tight…” Micah grunted, picking up speed again. He held my wrists in one hand and coiled my loose hair around the other, pulling my face back from the desk. “And you... You’re so fucking wet…” I could hear the pride, the pleasure in Micah’s voice. “You want this.”

  I shook my head, ignoring the pain it caused. “Just—Just doing… what… what I can…”

  Micah laughed, pushing my face down against the desk once more. “You can’t lie to me,” he told me. He began pounding me harder and faster, filling me up with his cock. “I know you’re right about to come all over my dick.”

  I shook my head again, but I could feel my body shaking all over, feel the tension mounting between my hips. Micah let go of my wrists and reached around my hip again, and when his fingers started rubbing and stroking my clit once more, the last bit of self-control I possessed went away completely. I moaned out again and again, turning my face against the papers on the desk, panting and gasping for breath. I felt Micah’s cock twitching inside of me as he kept going, and then all at once he groaned, and then I felt the sticky-slick gush of him coming, flooding me with his fluids.

  Micah thrust into me a few more times, hard, slamming his hips against my ass, and I thought—for just a second—that I felt him touching between my cheeks, but I was tingling all over, hot and cold flashes of sensation washing through me. I trembled, barely able to hold myself up, and Micah finished, sliding out of me, leaving me feeling weirdly empty. I cringed at the sensation of his fluids and mine leaking out of me, sliding down onto my inner thighs. I felt dirty, embarrassed—almost shamed, and even more so because of how much I had enjoyed it in spite of myself.

  I tried to slow my breathing down, and heard Micah moving behind me. For a second I thought he was going to go at me again—that he was going to decide that our tryst wasn’t enough for the one thousand. But I heard his zipper. I sighed quietly with relief and pulled myself up off of his desk, quickly trying to get my clothes in order.

  “I’ll give you a list of names and last-known addresses,” Micah said, moving around the desk to sit down once more. Anyone who walked into the office and looked at him wouldn’t even suspect—from him alone—that he had just been fucking me senseless.

  I nodded. “And Chris’ debt is down to five thousand?” In spite of the lingering warmth of my climax I could feel a chill of dread that Micah would go back on his deal.

  He smirked. “I don’t know for sure that I’d say that was worth a thou,” he said evenly, “since most girls only get that for at least a full night’s work—but I made a deal. I stick with my deals.” He opened a drawer and started rummaging through it. I felt my face burning, felt the slithery, slippery feeling of my soaking wet panties against my skin.

  He came inside of me. No condom. Fuck. It was hard to say what aspect of our tryst made me feel the most ashamed, or the most alive. He made me lick my stuff off of his fingers... He didn’t even pretend like he cared if I was enjoying it. .I can feel his come dripping out of me... My boobs were plastered right against that dirty desk with who knows what on it… I gave myself a shake.

  “So five thousand,” I said firmly, wanting to make sure that Micah and I were on the same page. He produced a sheet, glanced at it for a moment or two and then handed it to me.

  “Put it in your purse and don’t look at it until you leave,” Micah said. “I don’t want everyone knowing my business.” He looked at me speculatively again, and I didn’t need to be a mind reader to have an idea of what was going on in his mind. I could almost see him begin to think of going back on the deal; of telling me I’d have to perform again. He smiled. “Take it.”

  I almost snatched it out of his hands and folded it up, slipping it into my purse quickly. “I’ll—I’ll just go then, since we have a deal,” I said, not knowing how to make the best exit possible. “I’ll be back within a day or two with the first payment.”

  Micah shrugged. I could tell that he didn’t believe for a second that I would follow through—and that fact, paired with the deal he’d made to knock a thousand off of my brother’s debt, made me even more embarrassed. He’d taken advantage of me—of my desperation. And now he was going to let me leave, reeking of him, and probably would still come after Chris unless I defied his expectations.

  I turned on my heel and opened the door to the office, determined to get through the club and to my car without anyone having any clue what had happened.

  Chapter Five

  Sadie

  The whole drive back to my apartment, I was shaking in the car. It wasn’t even really cold out, but I shivered every few minutes, thinking about what had happened; about Micah fucking me so forcefully, about Chris’ troubles, about the deal I’d struck with the big, bad mafia boss.

  “I’m losing my mind,” I said, thinking about the whole crazy thing. I hadn’t even really had any idea of what I
was going to do when I’d left the apartment, other than pleading my brother’s case. The idea had just popped into my head when it became clear that Micah wasn’t just going to forgive Chris—something I’d more or less guessed, but hadn’t really planned for the right way.

  By the time I got back to my building, I had more or less gotten myself under control; I knew I wasn’t about to tell Chris the full details, but he deserved to know what was going on—he deserved to know how I was going to bail him out.

  I took a deep breath and turned off the engine. I was sore, deep down between my hips and along my inner labia, from Micah’s cock. He had to be eight inches, easy, I thought with a shudder, in a mixture of revulsion and delight. It had been months since I’d been with anyone at all; and the last guy I’d been with wasn’t nearly as big as Micah. I cringed at the thought that Micah had finished inside of me. Shouldn’t I have at least asked him to put on a condom? I was going to get a shower as soon as I could, but first things first: I had to tell Chris what I’d done.

  I unlocked the front door to my apartment and discovered that at least my brother had done what I’d told him; he wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen. “Chris? I’m back! And I’m all alone—you can come out of hiding.” I felt giddy, almost lightheaded. I reached into my purse and took out the folded-up sheet of paper that Micah had given me from his desk. I felt a brief moment of doubt; what if Micah had just given me any old piece of paper to get rid of me? What if he’d pranked me?

  But when I looked down at it, unfolded on my kitchen table, I saw a list of names, last known addresses, hangouts, random notations I couldn’t decipher right away, and dollar amounts. Whether the debts were valid or real, at least it was a list. I sighed, relieved.

  “Okay,” Chris said, coming into the kitchen. “Who are you and what have you done with my sister?” he shook his head in disbelief, looking me up and down. “Or—maybe you didn’t even get in to talk to Micah?”

  I rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t,” I told him. “I’d still be working on a way to get access to him.” I pointed to the seat across from me at the table. “I made a deal.”

  “You?” Chris sat down heavily in the chair. “You made a deal with Micah?”

  I shrugged. “He’s a businessman,” I said, more nonchalant than I felt. “I made him an offer—gave him a way to get the money back that you owe—and he accepted it.” I felt my cheeks warming up as I thought about the thousand that I’d knocked off by having sex with Micah. That was the last thing I was going to tell my brother about.

  “What?” Chris stared at me with the same stunned look that Micah had when I’d proposed working off Chris’ debt. You’d think these guys have never met a business-minded woman before, I thought wryly.

  “Micah has a bunch of guys who owe him money, one way or another,” I explained. “Like any business.” I shrugged. “I offered to help him recoup some of those bad debts, enough to add up to the five thousand you owe. Then he’ll consider it even.”

  Chris shook his head slowly from side to side. “Micah Rintley agreed to this?” I nodded. “You’re sure it was him?”

  “I am dead certain I made my deal with Micah,” I said. “I told him I’d have it done in a week—and it shouldn’t be too hard.”

  Chris continued to stare at me. “It shouldn’t be too hard?” I grinned. “Do you know what kind of people owe Micah money?”

  “Drug dealers, pimps, gamblers…” I shrugged. “It’s not that important who they are.”

  “Sadie! These people—they’re trash,” Chris said.

  “You owe Micah money. Are you trash?” Chris gave me a sheepish look. “I’m sure they’re not good Samaritans. I’m not counting on them even being decent human beings. We find them, we look them up, I confront them and get the money.” I looked over the list. There was easily twice what my brother owed in other debts listed.

  “You confront them,” Chris said, making it not quite a question.

  “Yep,” I confirmed.

  “How? I mean—no offense, Say—but you’re not the kind of girl…”

  “I’m the kind of girl who owns a gun and knows how to use it,” I told my brother blithely.

  His eyes widened. “You own a gun?”

  I had to admit I was actually kind of enjoying his shock. “Yeah,” I said. “I have—I think they call it a ‘baby Glock,’ a .26.”

  “I never would have even guessed,” Chris told me, shaking his head again in disbelief. “And you can shoot it?”

  I nodded. “I’m pretty damn accurate with it,” I said. Of course, I didn’t tell him that I’d only ever shot it at the range. At that, I’d only shot it maybe half a dozen times at most—shooting at standard targets, not even moving ones, and not that far away. But the .26 was meant for close-in shooting anyway, or at least that’s what the shop owner had told me. A perfect self-defense gun for women, he’d said.

  “I’m learning all kinds of shit about my kid sister,” Chris said in wonder. He stared at me. “Why didn’t you mention it before now?”

  I chuckled. “It wasn’t really a subject for conversation,” I pointed out. “I got it for self-defense because I felt safer with something I could use if someone broke in, and I learned how to use it properly.” I stood and went into my room. As I walked, I could still feel the lingering dampness in my panties, the tenderness between my hips and along my labia.

  I kept the gun in a small, locked case—just a little bit bigger than the gun itself—in the drawer by my bed. I unlocked the case and brought it back with me into the kitchen.

  The fact that I hadn’t even considered bringing the gun with me to meet with Micah in the first place made me cringe; but then, I thought, I had no way of knowing that the big, bad mob boss wouldn’t have had me checked for a gun. I chuckled to myself—anyone else, or at least any guy, going into see Micah probably would’ve been checked. The fact that I was a petite blonde dressed in business attire had been what got me in, what made them consider me no threat. That’s something to keep in mind, not just for the debt collecting...I can always think of that later.

  But somehow I wasn’t convinced that Micah would let himself be fooled the same way again. He’d be on his guard around me in the future—at least a little bit. The thought of being patted down by the man himself, checked for weapons, flashed through my head and with it came a jolt of heat. Calm down, Sadie—you can’t have liked being violated by the guy that much.

  I sat down and opened the case, showed Chris my gun. “You weren’t kidding,” Chris said, shaking his head as he watched me handle the beautiful, dangerous, black tool.

  “I wasn’t,” I said. “And we’re starting tonight.”

  “We are?” I shrugged in response to my brother’s question.

  “We might as well,” I told him. “We need to get this done. The sooner I can start paying Micah back, the sooner we can get him off your back.” I paused and looked at the gun; there was something about the sight of it that made me feel more powerful, more confident. Careful, Sadie—that’s probably exactly what leads people astray in these situations. You don’t want to shoot anyone. “Besides, I only have a week to make the five thousand.” I looked at my brother and smiled slightly. “You’re driving.”

  Chris turned pale.

  # # #

  Micah

  I definitely had a bit of a spring in my step when I left the office after Bamber’s sister scurried off. If I’d actually thought I could get the money back—all of it—I never would have made the deal; but as far as I was concerned, I’d probably never see little Sadie again, and a thousand dollars I wasn’t going to see anyway was worth the shit-hot sex I’d gotten out of the deal.

  Might have been worth it to see if she’d be willing to work all his debt off that way, I thought, heading out to the employee parking behind the club and walking toward my bike. I grinned a bit. If I’d had more time—even a few hours—it would have been tempting. I imagined keeping Bamber�
�s sister tied up in my bed, exactly the way she’d been sprawled on my desk: easy access, whenever I wanted it, for at least a day. God, that ass, though.

  I shook my head and pulled my helmet on. I had to check on my girls.

  I drove across town to one of the other bars I owned. There was an apartment building—old, just a few steps above being torn down for new condos—maybe half a block away, where the girls worked. The bar was where my guys—Manny and Rob—oversaw things.

  I’d bought up Flat Tire after I’d gotten Vagabond doing what I wanted. One of my friends had put me on the right track to get started in the business, and he’d said that the last thing I should do was have the operation run out of my best, biggest, most successful club. Flat Tire had gone for a fucking song—less than half of what I’d paid to get Vagabond running—and I hadn’t invested much to improve it.