by Zoey Parker
I tried to hold back, but it was impossible; every movement between the two of us making me hotter and hotter, more and more turned on. I couldn’t even remember where we were anymore, much less that Adrienne was able to hear us. I wrapped my legs tight around Micah’s waist, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts as much as his hands on me allowed, and all at once the tension mounting between my hips broke, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I moaned out again and again, twisting and writhing underneath Micah, and he rode through my climax, slowing down just a little bit, just enough to keep me going for what seemed like hours.
As the orgasm faded, he kissed me hungrily, claiming my bottom lip between his teeth, plunging his tongue into my mouth. “Greedy little slut,” he murmured against my mouth. “You want more, don’t you?” He let go of my wrists and slipped his hand between our bodies, and I gasped and shivered as Micah rubbed my over-sensitive clit, sending crackling jolts of sensation through my body.
“Maybe,” I said, biting his bottom lip right back. “Maybe I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Oh, do you?” Micah pressed hard against my clit—so hard it almost hurt, even as I moaned in pleasure. “I think that’s the sort of thing I’d rather hear you beg for than just give to you.”
“I’m not going to beg you to come inside me,” I said tartly; now that I’d had one climax I wasn’t feeling quite as needy, though Micah’s fingers on my hot button made it hard to remember that.
“By the time I’m ready to, you will,” Micah said. He slid out of me completely and I groaned in frustration, trying to grab at him—but it was useless.
He lifted himself off of the bed and stood, his cock just as hard and thick as ever, gleaming with my fluids. I licked my lips, wondering when they’d gotten so dry, and as Micah reached down I felt my heart beating faster with a mixture of fear and desire. I was still too hazy from my climax to resist him, or to even predict what he was going to do; so I was helpless as he grabbed at my hair and used it to pull me up. I yelped in protest, but the pain in my scalp seemed to only sharpen my desire, making me hot all over again. I shivered, remembering all the times that Micah had done something like this to me in the past several weeks we’d been having sex regularly. Fuck—how can he know how much I like it? I got to my feet unsteadily, trying to ease the pain in my scalp, and Micah turned me around in one quick movement, letting go of my hair as he shoved me face-first onto the bed.
I cried out in protest, but Micah was as quick as he’d ever been. He pulled my hips back and up, leaving me with just my arms and face against the bed, my breasts hanging down underneath me. “Beg me to fuck you again, Sadie,” Micah said, teasingly sliding his fingers up and down along my labia. “And do it loud enough for Adrienne to hear.” He thrust three fingers inside of me all at once and I moaned out, clenching the sheets in my hands at the feeling of the intrusion.
“I won’t,” I said, turning my head so the sheets wouldn’t muffle my words.
“You will,” Micah told me. As he spoke he found my clit again and started rubbing it steadily, making me tremble. I felt his weight against me and then his other hand closed around my right wrist. I barely had time to realize what he was doing—what his intention was—before he’d pulled my arm behind me and pinned it to the small of my back, leaving me barely able to balance on my unsteady feet and my other arm. The tightness through my shoulder only seemed to intensify my desire to feel him inside me, to let him take me. “Beg me to fuck you like my own personal slut,” Micah said. I shook my head, defiant in spite of wanting to do exactly what he said.
Micah pulled my arm harder, sending fresh pain through my shoulder. “Fine! Fine! Fuck—Please. Please fuck me like a dirty little slut, Micah. Please pound my pussy as hard as you want.”
I felt his thumb brush along the cleft of my ass, and then lightly press against my asshole. “No! No! Not there,” I said, squirming uselessly.
“One day, you’ll beg me to fuck your tight little ass,” Micah said. He brought the tip of his cock against the folds of my pussy and rubbed me slowly. “But I’m a patient man. I can wait until you’re ready for it.” I felt his lips graze the back of my shoulder. “Tell me again how you want me to fuck you like my own personal slut.”
“Please fuck me,” I said, no longer caring if Adrienne was in the next room, if she would tell everyone that I was the big bad mob boss’ personal slut. I didn’t care about anything but getting the relief I needed. “Please fuck me hard, as hard as you want.”
Micah gave me exactly what I wanted. He filled me up in one quick thrust, pushing past the token resistance of my body until his hips met the curve of my ass. He worked me slowly at first, rocking against me, pressing my upper body against the bed as he steadily pounded my pussy; but as I gave into him, letting him use me however he wanted, he sped up, the tip of his cock hammering against my g-spot over and over again, every second or third thrust. I moaned out uncontrollably, gripping the sheet with my free hand, trying to keep myself steady enough to take him, pushing my hips back to take him deeper. I could feel his balls slapping lightly against my clit as he pounded into me harder and faster, almost as if he didn’t care whether I was enjoying it or not.
I came again—and maybe even a third time, it was hard to say—as Micah worked me; I just gave into it, not caring about anything but the pleasure coursing through my body, how good and right and hot it felt to let him take me like a dirty little slut. All at once, through the haze of my own pleasure, I felt his cock twitching inside of me, and heard him groan as he reached his own climax, finally. My last orgasm peaked with the feeling of his hot, sticky-slick come gushing deep inside of me, and I blacked out for a few moments, lost to the world.
Like always, when I came back to myself, Micah had already managed to straighten up his clothes, and to look like nothing at all had happened. I looked around Adrienne’s bedroom, trying to spot my own outfit scattered all over the place, and quickly get it on again. I felt ashamed and humiliated but at the same time every nerve in my body tingled with the pleasure I’d gotten from the rough sex. If I met myself from one year ago, she wouldn’t believe for a second that she’d end up in some kind of not-quite-relationship with a mobster, letting him treat her like his personal fuck-toy. I smiled ruefully to myself at the thought of my past self’s reaction to my current situation.
I left the bedroom to check on Adrienne, feeling more than a little guilty in spite of the warm hum of afterglow washing through my veins. She’d fallen asleep, and I took the ice packs off of her body gently. Somewhere along the line, it had gotten dark outside; we must have been at it for longer than I’d thought. No wonder I’m already so tired, I thought ruefully. It’s been a long day already.
Micah came out of the bedroom and I gestured for him to be quiet. If Adrienne was safely asleep, there was no sense in waking her up if we didn’t have to. Although how she slept through that is beyond me. “I’ve got guys set up to watch your place,” Micah said quietly. “And I’m going to take you home on the bike. I’ll have Brody drive Chris to your place before the club opens, make sure everything’s set there.” I wanted to protest, but the measure made too much sense. If Manny was on the run, there was no telling who he’d go after next, and it would be easier to watch over me and Chris in one place.
“I didn’t know you cared,” I said playfully. Micah rolled his eyes.
“You’re my connection for the high-end business,” he said with a shrug, but when he met my gaze for a second, I thought that I could see something more than business interest in his eyes. “Need to protect my investments. I’ll call someone to get some percs for Adrienne before we go, and you check her over one more time, make sure she’s how she should be before I take you home.” I nodded; that much, at least, I could agree to without feeling like my pride was being wounded.
I grabbed a throw blanket from Adrienne’s room, looking guiltily at her bed. We had somehow managed not to make a huge mess, but I though
t I’d leave her some cash to cover cleaning just in case. I went back out into the living room and tucked the blanket around Adrienne; she barely stirred, murmured something incomprehensible, and sank back into a deep sleep. I thought I’d text her some more instructions just in case she forgot what I’d told her earlier.
Before I could think of anything else, though, Micah’s phone rang. Adrienne stirred, but didn’t wake; and I looked up to see Micah take the call. “What’s going on, Rob?” My heart beat faster in my chest. If Rob was calling, had he seen Manny? Had he caught the good-for-nothing son of a bitch? I moved closer to Micah, though he had the phone tightly to his ear—it would be impossible for me to eavesdrop. “What? You’re sure?” Micah’s eyes widened and I saw the telltale signs of anger creep across his face. “I’ll be right over there. Listen: if you can get him yourself, take care of it. But I’m on my way right now.” Micah looked at me as he hung up.
“You’d better not think that you’re going to drop me off at home if something is going down,” I told him in a fierce whisper.
“I don’t have time to, anyway,” he said, shaking his head. “We’re going.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Micah
When I got the call from Rob, it wasn’t completely surprising. I’d almost figured that someone in my org would call me while I was fucking Sadie. When I checked my phone afterwards, there was nothing—and I figured Manny had holed up somewhere. But then, just when I was about to take Sadie home, I felt the phone buzz in my pocket, and it was Rob.
“What’s going on, Rob?” I expected him to say that one of the guys had spotted Manny, or that he’d been caught.
“I’ve heard some commotion around the call houses, I think another shake-down is happening,” Rob told me.
“What? You’re sure?” According to what Rob and Sadie had told me about, Manny wasn’t the one doing the actual thefts—it was his friends. It was fucking stupid for him to try to do another one, but I figured he was desperate, and maybe figured that we hadn’t grabbed up all the guys yet, that he could get some more scratch and head out of town with it.
“One of the girls said she saw a guy she’d seen with Manny before shaking down Izzie,” Rob said. “I’m watching over the bar, since I don’t have anyone to cover inside with Manny out.”
“I’ll be right over there. Listen: if you can get him yourself, take care of it. But I’m on my way right now.”
I told Sadie we were going—I didn’t have time to drive her home. I needed to get over to the bar where the girls worked, where the call rooms were, before something else happened. None of the girls lived all that far from the bar, so it wouldn’t take me long, but I wasn’t sure that I would get there in time, all things considered.
But, I thought, if one of Manny’s friends was pulling the job on my girls on-duty, then he would have to be nearby. If I could keep Sadie out of the way, I might be able to take care of Manny’s betraying ass and have it all done and over with.
On the way over to the bar, I thought about the fact that Sadie had gone out of her way to get me information, even when I bitched her out for it. I’d threatened her, I’d pretty much threatened her brother, and she’d stuck with the cause, getting Rob to get off his ass and come forward and going after some more dangerous people—people who’d used to work for me—to get the information I needed to know. Manny had fucked me over royally, to judge by how many of my runners he’d had his friends steal from; on top of that he’d beaten up one of my best girls out of spite.
And then too, he’d damaged my reputation in the process. And if Sadie hadn’t been persistent, I would still be in the dark about it, with Manny still making a fool out of me. Fucking her in Adrienne’s bedroom had been hot, and I’d been wanting to take her all afternoon, but it was more than that. She actually gives a shit about the business. I grinned to myself in spite of how pissed off I was that I was rushing to one of my bars to try and intercept some asshole stealing from my girls, disrespecting me.
I pulled into the back parking lot behind the bar and turned off the engine. The whole ride from Adrienne’s place I had—in the back of my mind—been fully aware of the feeling of her body pressed against me. When she put her foot down and started to climb off of the bike behind me, I couldn’t help wanting to turn around and grab her, maybe take her right then and there. Focus, asshole. Someone’s fucking with your business.
“No, asshole, you’re not getting a damn penny of my money!” I took my helmet off and got off of my bike at the sound of the shout from the alley between my bar and the call building. I opened up the back compartment on my bike and looked around, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. I saw movement in the alley, and reached into the compartment to grab something; I didn’t want a gun—I didn’t think I’d need it, and beyond that I wanted to get the guy alive if possible. I grabbed a length of pipe I kept for close-in jobs instead. I heard the woman—one of my girls—scream out, movement noises.
Sadie was watching me like a hawk. “Stay back here,” I told her. She raised an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes. “You’re a badass, but this is my gig. Stay back.”
Someone came out of the alley—a guy, shorter than me, stocky build. He was stuffing something in his pockets as he walked out, and turned around in the direction he’d come from. He had a gun in his hand, and for a second I considered grabbing one of my own, but he was distracted; I could easily get the drop on him, and I wanted him alive. I started toward him as quietly as possible. “That’s right, bitch! Manny said you’d be a fighter but I guess my gun was too much for you!” The guy reached down and grabbed his dick. I was a couple of feet away from him, and I heard my girl in the alley shout something back—but she was either to hurt or too angry or something to make sense. I closed in on the guy; he was starting to step back into the alley, and I took my chance.
I brought the pipe down on his head, and he dropped like a pile of bricks. “Got you, asshole,” I said almost to myself. I bent down to check him—see if he had ID, or something on him. Right as I did, though, I heard someone else coming. And then I heard the telltale sound of a gun being cocked.
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Sadie
By the time Micah and I got to the bar, I was on edge once more. I was torn between wanting to go with him to deal with the guy, and wanting to make sure the girl who’d been attacked was okay. When Micah told me to stay back, at the bike, I wanted to argue but I knew I couldn’t. You are not a badass—at least, not really. I was kind of shocked and appalled at myself. Who did I think I was, following mob bosses into alleys to go after guys with guns? I might have used a gun to scare a junkie-dealer or two, and to back myself up, but I had never actually shot it before. I wasn’t even as tough as my brother, and I wasn’t convinced that my brother could bring himself to shoot someone.
I looked around the area behind the bar, feeling shivers work their way up and down my spine. I watched Micah bring the pipe down on the thief’s head, and the guy went down so hard I thought Micah might have legitimately cracked his skull, and killed him. I shuddered, thinking—for just a moment—that at least the danger, minimal as it was, had ended.
But then I saw someone coming out from behind the bar. Micah was looking down at the man he’d just brained, distracted—he didn’t see the movement, even though I had. I tried to decide what to do: should I scream and get Micah’s attention? Should I shout at the figure moving around outside of the bar? Or should I do something about the situation? I looked into the open compartment at the back of Micah’s bike, and saw the two guns in there, nestled amongst the helmets, the other things. I looked up and saw that the person who’d come across us—me, Micah, and the thief—was Manny. I don’t know if he saw that it was Micah and didn’t care, or if the fact that Micah was in the darker part of the alley was enough to keep him from identifying him, but Manny had a gun out and pointed at the boss.
I went completely on instinct, not even caring, not thinking about anything c
onsciously. I reached into the compartment, and my hand closed around one of the guns. I picked it up and looked at it; at the range I’d tooled around with a few different pistols, but fortunately Micah had packed a Glock, and my hands curled around it as comfortably as they did my own gun back at home. I cocked it, and brought it up, all without even thinking about it. I sighted Manny, and everything that was going on—the fact that he’d beaten Adrienne, the fact that he’d threatened me, the fact that he was screwing Micah, and everything else, including the threat he presented to Micah right then.
I pulled the trigger and it wasn’t like shooting at the range at all. The Glock kicked in my hand, and the report deafened me immediately. I saw the muzzle flash, and I saw Manny, and I saw the moment that the shot hit home. I stood there for what felt like forever, just staring. I’d caught Manny if not at the heart than very close to it, and he staggered backward, eyes wide, looking for the source of the shot. In the corner of my eye, I saw Micah jump up from the man he’d just clobbered, wheel around to look at what has happened.