UNTAMED: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Zoey Parker

  “How are you going to get her pain meds unless she goes to a hospital?” The question flew out of my lips before I realized how stupid it was. Of course Micah had a way to get whatever prescription drugs he could possibly want or need—why would legality be an issue? Micah shot me an amused look.

  “Percs?” Adrienne considered it and made a face, and then winced when the movement reawakened the pain from the bruising and swelling.

  “Maybe a couple,” she said. The ice in her mouth had helped her swollen tongue, apparently. “Don’t want to get hooked.”

  “I’ll get Brody to bring you a half-dozen after we clean this bullshit up,” Micah said. “That should be enough to get you through two-three days.” Adrienne nodded her acceptance of the offer and Micah stood and stepped back from the couch, looking at me. I thought I could almost see respect in his eyes. “Anything I need to know?”

  “She’s banged up,” I said, shrugging. “It’ll be a week before those bruises and contusions heal. If Manny knocked any of her teeth loose, she may need dental work. But mostly she’s okay.” I looked at Adrienne, somehow feeling uncomfortable under Micah’s intent gaze. “When the ice melts, you’re done. Wait at least an hour before icing yourself again. If you can ice yourself down a few times before you go to bed, you’ll feel more comfortable tomorrow.”

  “What else?” Adrienne looked at me like a school child and I couldn’t help but smile a little bit, in spite of how grimly angry I felt.

  “If you start feeling lightheaded for no reason, or if anything hurts more than it should, or your teeth get wiggly—anything weird—you need to see a doctor,” I told her. “Try and eat something in a little bit, and if you take the percs, don’t drink.”

  “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were a doctor,” Micah told me playfully. I felt my cheeks warm up and I didn’t know what to say—how to feel—or what I should be doing with myself. It was like the first few times I’d been around him all over again, but so beautifully familiar that it was more comforting than nerve-wracking.

  “Just experienced with first aid,” I said, feeling shy and giddy—what was wrong with me? I was in the living room of a girl who’d just been beaten bloody, waiting to move on a tip about a guy who probably wanted me dead, with a mafia boss who up until maybe an hour before wouldn’t have minded letting it happen, and I was giddy. “I’m going to clean up the bathroom.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Micah

  I was surprised at how well Sadie handled herself when we got to Adrienne’s place. I’d been there a couple of times before—there isn’t really anyone working for me whose home I haven’t been in at least once—but it looked to me like Adrienne was starting to class the place up a bit.

  I have to admit, Sadie even handled herself a little bit better than I did; the sight of Adrienne was enough to turn my stomach. Jesus fuck, Manny worked her over. But unlike me, Sadie was calm, and went right to work cleaning the girl up, checking her over to make sure she wasn’t going to need stitches or a cast or something. I stayed back in the living room-dining room part of the apartment while Sadie got down to it; I could hear her talking to Adrienne, but I had important things to do of my own while the girl I’d nearly decided to send people after took care of one of my employees.

  Even if I hadn’t believed Sadie, Rob, Chris, and Brody before, the fact that Manny had gone so far off the res to beat the shit out of one of my girls and try to ruin her convinced me that he was feeling guilty and desperate. I took out my phone and made sure it had a full charge—I had a fuck ton of calls to make—and started the process I needed to get rolling.

  Rob of course already knew what to do; he would be at the bar already, checking things out and making sure Manny hadn’t already been by, and if he had that everyone knew he was out. The rest of my guys though needed the news passed to them—not the low-level guys, but the ones I knew I could trust.

  “Yo, Mark,” I said, when the first of my lieutenants answered. “Need you. Manny’s been screwing me, and I’m going to need some extra protection for the girls.”

  “Why would he go after the girls if he knows you’re on his ass already?”

  “He already came after Adrienne for speaking up to Rob,” I said. “Fucked her shit up good. Get some of your guys and head over to the call houses; I’ll get some other guys to watch the girls who work the other end of town on the street.”

  “Is he KOS?” I thought about it.

  “I want to do it myself if it’s possible,” I told him. “If you can’t get him in one piece, bring me that bastard’s hands and tongue.”

  “Can do,” Mark said. “How strong a presence?”

  “Strong enough,” I said. “And make sure they’ve got cold guns—none of that hot shit they use for small-scale stuff.”

  “Got it, boss,” Mark told me.

  “Good.” I hung up without saying goodbye and started my next call. Sadie and Bamber were going to need protection too; after Bamber fucked up that was going to need to be someone I could trust to listen to me and take the shit seriously. In between calls, I listened in while Sadie worked on Adrienne. She was calm, soothing, steady—everything you’d want in someone who was taking care of a person who was just beaten all to hell. She has real leadership potential, I thought, before making another phone call.

  I was pretty sure my best option was to stay out of Sadie’s way as much as possible, make sure that I didn’t spook Adrienne. When she asked for ice I found a pitcher in the kitchen and filled it up from the dispenser on the freezer door, but other than that I was busy arranging shit to take Manny out, and to protect the rest of my business as much as possible. It would be safest not to operate until I got Manny or someone killed him—but I wasn’t about to go a day without business if I could help it.

  I checked in with Brody, and Bamber was still cooling his heels in my office. He’d called in a few people to watch Vagabond, and I was pretty sure Manny wouldn’t head there anyway. I grabbed some guys to watch my place, and one or two guys to watch over Sadie’s building—though I wasn’t about to tell her that, not yet. I needed to figure out what to do about Bamber, but I thought in the back of my mind that at the worst, I could just get Sadie to convince him to stay with her until the situation with Manny cleared up.

  By the time I finished making my phone calls, Sadie had led Adrienne out into the living room. The girl looked a little bit better without all the blood, but the bruises and everything still showed that Manny had done his level best to fuck her up as much as possible. She had ice packs everywhere, her face was still swollen, even if the blood was cleaned off of it and the cut was bandaged up. I told her I’d get her some Percocets and Sadie ran away to clean the bathroom.

  I followed her into the tiny room, leaving Adrienne alone in the living room; there wasn’t much to do for at least a couple of hours. “You were good with her,” I told Sadie, closing the door behind me. She started, and it was almost like the first time we’d met. Something about the situation, about the way she looked—sexy, in spite of the stress, put together, her clothes a little wet but not soaking—made me want to pin her to the wall and get her naked. It had been days since I’d had her, and I’d been playing games all day trying to keep myself from thinking about how good it would be to fuck her again.

  “Comes with the territory, I guess,” Sadie said nervously. She started cleaning, not looking at me, and I grinned to myself.

  “Why are you so nervous?” I moved closer to her, reached out, put my hand on her back. I felt Sadie tense and she turned around and looked at me, her cheeks bright red.

  “You had me on the shit list,” Sadie pointed out. “You were pissed at me about Manny.” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to me.

  “I’m not pissed at you now,” I told her. “Why are you acting like I might beat you up?”

  “I’m just on edge,” Sadie said, trying to pull together a brave face. I smirked.

  “How on edge are you?”
I leaned in closer to her and kissed her on the lips. Sadie gave into me for just a second, pressing her body against me, and then the next moment she was trying to push me away.

  “Adrienne is right on the other side of that door, injured,” she said, her blush intensifying as she looked away from me.

  “She won’t care,” I told her. I pushed her up against the counter and kissed her hard. “You didn’t care that much when I fucked you with your brother in the next room.”

  “That—that was different,” Sadie protested, but I could feel her hands starting to move on me, her body heating up under my hands. She squirmed, and I dipped down to her neck, biting the spot under her jaw lightly. I knew she loved it—I’d done it before, and she reacted the same way as she had every other time, moaning softly in my ear.

  “I could fuck you right here, that’d take the edge off,” I said. “Every time I’ve done it before you’ve been plenty relaxed after.” I pushed my knee up between Sadie’s legs and she shivered, pushing her hips down even as she murmured something that sounded like she was trying to say it wouldn’t be right. “Adrienne!” I turned my head away from Sadie to give the other girl a shout.

  “What’s up, boss?”

  “Do you mind if I carry Sadie into your bedroom and fuck her brains out?” Sadie’s eyes widened and she slapped my shoulder.

  “Not at all! I just changed the sheets!” I kissed Sadie again, biting her bottom lip, letting my hands wander all over those tight, full curves I liked so much.

  “She doesn’t mind,” I murmured against Sadie’s lips. “And anyway, she owes you for taking such good care of her.” I could feel the warmth between her legs, pressing against my thigh. “I know you’re already starting to get wet, Sadie,” I told her, bringing my hands up to her heavy tits. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed them the few days since I’d kicked Sadie out of my office. Right on cue, her nipples started to harden—even through her clothes I could feel them.

  “I’m not going to—I won’t just fuck you in some stranger’s apartment…” I squeezed her tits harder, rubbing my palms against the hard nubs her nipples had become.

  “You can’t tell me you don’t want to right now,” I told her. “I can feel it. I can taste it on your lips that you would just love for me to bend you over the sink and take you like a hot little slut.” She shivered between me and the counter, and I could feel her resistance to the idea giving way.

  I pulled her away from the counter and opened the bathroom door. I’d been in Adrienne’s bedroom before, and as I quickly pushed Sadie through the living room to get to the bed, I thought that it was cleaner than she used to keep it. I did close the bedroom door behind me; even if Adrienne didn’t mind me getting laid with her in the next room, I thought leaving the door open would push Sadie right back out of heat.

  I threw her down onto Adrienne’s bed and pinned her there, finding her wrist and pulling it over her head, pressing it to the mattress. “Remember how this felt?” I nibbled on Sadie’s bottom lip again. “Remember how hard you came, even knowing your brother could hear you getting fucked in your own bed?”

  Sadie squirmed against me, and I could tell that she was still fighting how turned on she was, but she was losing the battle. “Micah—Micah…”

  “Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven’t wanted this for days and I’ll stop,” I told her, pulling back to stare down at her face. I pressed my knee between her legs, up against her pussy, and Sadie moaned, closing her eyes and pushing herself down onto me. “Because even as pissed off at you as I’ve been, I still want to fuck your brains out and hear you scream when you come.”

  “I’m—I’m not going to scream,” Sadie said stubbornly. I chuckled, letting go of her wrist to pull the neck of her blouse down over her tits. Her nipples were still hard, pressing at the lacy material her bra was made out of, and I leaned in and sucked on the right one without even taking the bra off first, making her moan. She squirmed against my thigh, rubbing herself on my leg, and I knew I had her; I could even—just a little bit—feel the dampness seeping through her panties.

  “You’re soaking wet, and you’re so hot you could set this bed on fire,” I told her, barely pulling back from her tit. “Admit that you love it when I do this to you.” Sadie shook her head stubbornly and I moved over to her other tit, grazing the nipple there with my teeth. “You love it when I get rough with you and make you tell me you want it.”

  “Fine,” Sadie murmured, “I do.”

  “You love being my little slut—say it.” I sucked on her nipple through the lace of her bra and Sadie cried out, pushing herself against my leg harder.

  “I do—I love being your little slut,” she moaned. I pulled back and kissed her hard on the mouth, rocking my hips against her so she could feel how hard I already was. Just the thought of having her again, taking her like this without even paying any attention to Adrienne in the next room; making Sadie moan and scream from pleasure like a shameless, dirty little slut, almost made me come right then and there.

  I stripped off her clothes and unzipped my pants as quickly as I could, taking out my aching, throbbing cock. Sadie grabbed at my face and kissed me like she was trying to suck the breath out of my lungs. I reached down between her legs and cupped her pussy, rubbing the heel of my palm against her slick folds. I slid my fingers between her labia and found her clit by touch. “You’re soaking wet,” I murmured, swirling my fingertips around the little swollen nub. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

  “Fuck,” Sadie said, groaning. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking me. “God, I want you inside me, Micah—Christ.”

  “Beg me to fuck you as hard as I want,” I told her. I slid one finger inside of her slowly and kept the pressure on her clit with my thumb, rubbing it in little swirling movements.

  “Please—please, Micah!”

  “Not loud enough,” I said, shaking my head. The truth was that her hand pumping me felt so good that I didn’t know if I could last much longer—but I took a fast breath and pushed down the urge to come.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Sadie

  I gritted my teeth, moving my hips under Micah’s touch. It was amazing—and almost frightening—how easily he was able to get me to do what he wanted, how quickly I got turned on just from being around him. I couldn’t quite forget the fact that Adrienne was in the next room, draped in ice packs, probably still hurting in spite of it; and here I was, naked in her bed with Micah on top of me, trying to make me practically shout that I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he wanted.

  And in spite of how humiliating it felt, in spite of how much I hated the idea of Adrienne hearing us, I could feel myself getting turned on even more, the tightness between my hips intensifying. Micah slid another finger inside of me and my muscles flexed around him in a little spasm, betraying me. Micah’s thumb rolled around my clit, sending little sparks of sensation through my body, and I couldn’t fight it anymore; I wanted him too much to even worry about what Adrienne must think of me. She’s a prostitute, anyway—she’s hardly going to be a prude about dirty talk during sex.

  “Please, please fuck me—fuck me as hard as you want,” I almost shrieked it, and for a second the blood rushing to my face was almost as intense as the blood pooling between my hips. Micah chuckled and kissed me hungrily, shifting his weight down between my legs. His fingers slid out of me and I groaned at the loss, pushing my hips to try and recapture his touch. I grabbed at Micah’s face, at his shoulders, pulling him close to me, wanting more than anything to feel him inside of me—I no longer even cared if Adrienne was paying attention; I didn’t care about anything beyond getting relief.

  Then I felt the tip of Micah’s cock against me, hot and thick and hard, and he thrust into me, filling me up all at once. I cried out—how was it possible that in only a couple of days, my body had managed to forget how to take him? But it felt so good. Micah slid out of me slowly, until just the tip of
his cock was between my labia, and filled me up all the way once more in one fast, hard thrust. I moaned at how good he felt, and in the back of my mind I thought that I’d been looking for this—for him to take me—ever since I’d agreed to let Rob set a meeting for us to talk to Micah.

  Micah slammed into me once more and then began to really move, rocking his hips against mine, steadily sliding in and out of my body. I pushed my hips down, meeting his rhythm, twisting and writhing underneath him. “Put your arms up over your head,” he told me harshly, nipping at my neck and claiming my earlobe with his lips.

  “Why?” I squirmed, torn between pulling back enough to try and get him to see things my way, and doing what he said to see how he would follow it.

  “Just do it,” Micah said, dipping down to my throat and nipping me there again, sharper. I gasped and slipped my arms free from around his shoulders, letting them drop down onto the bed above my head. I felt Micah’s hand close around both of my wrists, pressing them down, pinning me there as he began to move inside of me faster and harder, his other hand grabbing at my hip. He pounded into me, pushing deeper and deeper, rubbing up against my clit the entire time.