NICO: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance (Claiming What's His Book 2)

by Evie Adams

  I screamed when he let go of my hips, letting me buck and writhe, so he could slide two fingers deep into my pussy. My muscles clamped down immediately and I rode his hand, his mouth mashing my clit as I came.

  I didn’t have time to breathe or think or even move. He rolled me over in an instant, kissing my pussy like a mouth and then moving up to kiss my mouth, letting me taste myself. I licked at his lips and sucked his tongue and felt him parting my slim thighs with his knee, forcing them open. Reaching, I grabbed hold of his cock, pulling it in to me, feeling it jump in my hands, a low groan escaped his mouth.

  I wanted him so much I was dizzy with desire. I slid my hands up his biceps, over his shoulders, he seemed to hesitate over me, as if my admissions so far weren’t enough. He smiled, and held his body over me, I tried to pull him down, I wished he would put his weight on me, put himself inside me, but he waited for me to ask one more time.

  “Fuck me, Marcus, please,” I begged, sliding a hand behind his neck and pulling his mouth to mine, he relented. I felt his body giving in as I drew his tongue in deeper, wiggling my hips up, the tip of his cock teased my clit, sliding up and down my wet slit, but still not in.

  He had won, but winning wasn’t enough, he wanted total victory. Scorched earth, and if he made me hold out any longer there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t agree to. I wanted to slap him or punch him or kiss him, but more than anything I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t think straight.

  He must have seen something in my eyes, he finally dropped his face down and gave me a fierce kiss, full of everything we had been feeling and keeping in for so long. If I could have devoured him, I would have.

  I struggled under his weight, but it was perfect, his weight forcing me into the mattress, his arms squeezing me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing him between my thighs, squeezing him closer, rocking the hard length of his cock between my thighs. His cock found its way into my swollen wetness without any help, and I cried out when he entered me, my nails digging into his shoulders as I pulled him in as deeply as I could, my legs wrapped around him and my arms pulling him closer. I wanted to linger here, him deep inside me, buried in me, and my face buried against his neck.

  “Anna,” he said, into my ear, pressed against his face, “You feel so fucking good,”

  I actually felt tears stinging my eyes, realizing how much I wanted this. I kissed his cheek, his chin, the corner of his trembling mouth, “Please,” I whispered.

  He began to move, his cock a swollen, driving heat between my thighs. His breath was hot against my cheek and I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper. He wrapped himself around me as we rocked together, all of his weight on me, and I wished there was more, the mattress springs squeaking fast and hard, our breath coming in hot, short bursts.

  All I could focus on was the heat of his body in mine, and the sensations building inside me, not another thought went through my mind except for fire. I let myself go, clawing at him, biting him, moaning in pleasure.

  “Fuck me,” I panted, the heels of my feet digging into his thighs, my hands around his shoulders, and his rock hard stomach slapping against mine, “Oh god, yes! Fuck me!”

  Marcus grunted and gave me more, his thrusting sped up, and my hips rolled towards his, making me scream with every deep thrust. His cock felt even more swollen somehow, filling me completely. The heat of my skin on his seemed to reflect it back inside deep in me, I was on fire and it was going to erupt out of me.

  I felt him tense, the hard, flat expanse of his belly slapping against mine, his shoulders rippling, and his breathing even faster and shorter, “I’m going to come,” I whispered into his ear, feeling my pussy quiver around the pounding heat of his cock. “It’s so close. I can feel it.”

  He groaned and thrust deeper, slower, he was waiting for me, but I felt him about to come too. He let his weight back down on me and spread my thighs even wider with his hips, rolling me under him. He cried out, “Anna”, as he buried his face against my neck. I felt every pulse of his cock as he filled me with the white hot spurts of his release.

  “Almost there,” I whimpered, rolling my hips, and he moaned loudly and held me to him, as I came, trembling, grinding, as my climax came in just behind his, my pussy milking his cock, I threw my head back and let myself go, quivering beneath him, barely able to breathe, taking all of his weight and still wanting more. Struggling against his arms and shaking, shaking with pleasure.

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  CHAPTER 12 - ANNA

  I woke up in an empty bed and didn't quite know how to feel about that. I hated him on the surface, I hated him with my intellect, but my body betrayed me. My body wanted him, my eyes loved taking him in, even when he was being an asshole. My ears loved the sound of his voice, even when I hated the words, my fingers loved tracing the hard lines of muscle on his body, and even the softness of his round shoulders, my fingers and the rest of my body never found anything wrong with him. I hated how he made me feel this way, fighting myself. I hated him and I would fight him off whatever chance I got, but I also knew my body would betray the rest of me and it would want him.

  I got off the bed and decided to clean to distract my mind from thinking in circles. I had the music turned up as I cleaned up the place. I thought of maybe cleaning it, then making a mess to keep Appy occupied in case she came over, anything to not have to scream that book in her ear again. I didn't even notice the door opening and someone coming in. There was movement behind me somehow, a shadow moving, and turned around to see Sal standing behind me. I could see him more clearly this time than when he met us after bathing. He looked like a boyish version of Marcus. Same hair and eyes, but about 6 inches shorter, much thinner, and almost frail. He was carrying a banjo and envelope and looked completely ridiculous.

  I went to turn off the music so we didn't have to stare at each other.

  “Is Marcus here?” he asked, a silly question because where could he hide in a single room?

  “No.”

  “Where is he?”

  “I have no idea,” I told him, honestly.

  “How do you like it here?”

  “It has its benefits,” I said. Something about his questions made me want to watch my answers around him. There was something strange, unsettling about him.

  “How long are you staying?’

  “That’s up to Marcus I guess.”

  Marcus came in, and interrupted this awkward talk, thankfully. Sal sat down on the couch and Marcus went to sit next to him, I pretended to clean. Sal handed Marcus the envelope, “A taste of what we sold the instruments for. Since you're the new boss”

  Marcus took it, ruffled through the notes with his fingers and said, “Why don't you split it among the boys?” And held it out for Sal to take, before snatching it back out of his reach, “Better yet, I'll lose it to them in poker, still on for tonight?”

  He was clearly disappointed at not getting the envelope back, his eyes turning dark. “Whatever you say, boss.” Sal tuned to me, “Do you play poker Anna?”

  “Once or twice,” I answered coyly.

  Marcus looked at me annoyed.

  “Well, we'll go easy on you, please come.”

  “We'll see,” Marcus cut him off. “What's that?” He asked, pointing at the banjo.

  “This nobody wanted, so I figured maybe you can use it.”

  He grabbed it and spun it in his hands, plucked a few notes and put it back down. “It's a shame no one appreciated the banjo. Thank you Sal, I'll see you later.” And Marcus stood up to say goodbye, before Sal was ready to leave, and showed him out.

  “You should stay away from the game.” He told me when he shut the door.

  “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  “You should know that doesn't work very well on me.”

  “You should know that I mean what I say. You don’t need to hear what these people have to say. And th
ey don't need to hear what you have to say either. Better for both of you.”

  “I'll have you know I'm a fabulous poker player.”

  “Good poker players never describe their game as ‘fabulous’.” He shot back. “Listen, you can go whenever you want, just sit back and be nice, these guys are animals,” He warned as we went into the cabin.

  I was excited, I didn't care. They were about 6 of the scariest men I had ever seen, big fat Paulie, Gianni with the scars on his face, Sal, a few others. They all made room for Marcus and me at the head of the table.

  Sal spoke up as I was about to sit down, “Anna, why not sit over here, next to me, not that I don't trust you two, but we take the game seriously, when Marcus wins like he always does, I don't want anyone to think you were passing him cards.”

  No one said anything or moved for a minute, until Marcus spoke, “She says she's going to beat us all, but okay, whatever you want Sal. She says she's a fabulous player, just like you Sal.”

  Everyone laughed, except Sal, he stood up and made Gianni push over and brought a seat up between them for me.

  “I wanted to thank you for looking after my ma earlier, “ Gianni leaned in and said to me. I had no idea what he was talking about until he added , “Appollonia, Appy, my ma.”

  “Oh, she is a sweetheart, no problem,” I answered, his voice got real soft and endearing when he spoke about his Mom, juxtaposed with the scars on his face, it was an odd sight, a gangster momma's boy.

  “Hey Gianni, stop scaring the poor girl, you almost look like this guy,” Sal held the joker in his hand. He laughed, and Gianni put his head down, then Sal spoke to me again, “So what do you do for work Anna?”

  “Political fundraiser,” I told him.

  “You need college for that?” Another man asked, the first words I heard him say all night.

  “Not really I guess, I went to law school though.”

  “A lawyer?” Sal mused, “We can use more of those.” Everyone laughed.

  “What school?”

  “Rutgers.”

  “Ohh,” exclaimed one of the other men. “That's where your lawyer for the robbery went right Sal?”

  “Yeah, he fucked me on that one, should have hired you.”

  The game passed normally, if these guys were monsters, they didn't show it. Gianni was a sweetheart all game, Sal was helpful, if a little annoying, staring at me, making awkward conversation. We played for an hour or so, and I had all the chips in front of me, all except for the pile in front of Marcus.

  We were the last ones in a hand together, a big pot, everybody had folded after I raised him. He had been sitting quietly for a while now, I thought maybe because Sal was paying so much attention to me, but he seemed off, like he had lost that coolness about him. I re-raised again, and he folded.

  “You should go back to the cabin Anna, you've taken everyone's money.”

  “You still have some,” I answered.

  He was definitely unnerved at this point, I liked to watch him angry like that, knowing there was nothing he could do.

  “I think I'm done anyways, check in on ma,” said Gianni. And the rest of the guys made excuses and left too, until it was just Marcus and I.

  “Told you I was good,” I said as he stared at me, simmering.

  “You're very pleased with yourself aren't you? Don't answer that. Were you not there when I told Sal I'd play in order to lose the money to the guys? Now I have to figure out another way to hand it over. I don't need the money and neither do you, but they do.”

  “I forgot sorry.”

  “Sorry. Are you sorry about flirting with Sal all night too?”

  So that was part of it. “No, I like it when you squirm and lose your cool.” I got up to leave, but he stood up and beat me to the door.

  “You belong to me, you’re mine. You’re behaving like a child, do you know what happens when you behave like a child?”

  “I get punished?” I asked, enthralled by the fierce light of passion in his eyes. I had never seen him like this, and he had never been sexier.

  “Go to the cabin and lay on the bed. Turn out the light and wait for me. If you disobey, you will not like the consequences.”

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  CHAPTER 13 - MARCUS

  After tonight, I will be feared.

  I let her sit there and wait for me. I know she followed my orders this time, I could see the glee in her face. She tested me for a reason, she knew the consequences. Wished for them.

  I let her wait. I plan to take my time with her tonight, to teach her pleasure and pain, both are sweeter when they're mixed.

  I enter the cabin and it's dark. For a brief moment I think she's left, escaped. I listen for her breathing, and hear it over the crickets, ever so slightly. It speeds up when I close the door and begin speaking.

  “I've let you down somehow Anna, I haven't shown you how to behave properly, I've been too lax, too kind.”

  There was desire in her eyes, relief in her eyes. Thankfulness that I would not let her act out like that, that I would not let it go unpunished.

  “You belong to me, and I will not let you go.” I walk towards her, she braces herself as if she fears I'll slap her. Good, but I promised I would not.

  I take her by the neck and bend her forward, her palms resting on the bed, and her ass sticking straight out. I would love to caress it and take her, but this isn't about me right now.

  “Your punishment is 5 slaps, if you flinch or make a sound you get 5 more. Understood?”

  She struggled, against me, “What the hell do you. . . “

  SLAP!, my hand comes down fast and hard, and followed by 4 more, she lunges forward, but does not cry out, my hand leaves a red welt in the shape of my palm on her perfect plum of an ass. “If you act like a child you will be disciplined like one, do you understand?”

  She sobs against the bed, but says yes, quietly. I take my hand and gently brush her bottom, the nerve endings are on fire and the blood has rushed to the surface, I know she still feels the pain, but with the pain, she's sensitized to pleasure.

  Oh Christ, I thought, as I nudged her panties aside and felt how wet she was for me. The swollen lips parted for my finger as I dipped inside was enough to make me crazy. She squealed when I shoved her back on the bed, a pout still on her face, but excitement dancing in her eyes, and maybe just a little fear. She wasn’t sure what I was capable of, and neither was I at the moment.

  I reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, I yanked her panties down and Anna lifted her ass, spreading her thighs for me in the dim light of the moon across the lake.

  I played with her clit, watching her writhe and squirm, I kissed her lightly on the thighs, moving slowly toward the thing I wanted most. I went slow, she would be begging for it before long. She squirmed on the bed, her pussy visibly swollen already in anticipation. She was begging me, pleading with me, the sound of her cries only making me go slower, driving her crazy. I traced my tongue up the groove of her thigh, skipping across her pussy, hearing her moan, her head thrown back and thrashing on the pillow.

  She moaned and lifted her hips in encouragement. “Please,” she whispered, reaching down to spread herself with her fingers, opening herself to me, my cock throbbed at the thought of being inside of her, but I overcame it. She would have to beg for it.

  My tongue slipped lower between her lips, trailing down to really taste her. “Oh god,” she gasped, rocking her hips, her toes beginning to curl. Just her saying my name that way, with the low, growly catch in it, filled my whole body with a blinding lust.

  I fastened my mouth to her clit, working my tongue furiously, as eager for her orgasm as she was, Anna was coming, her breasts heaving, belly quivering, her pussy spasming against the wet lap of my tongue.

  “Oh god, oh god, oh my god,” she moaned, rolling her hips from side to side. I couldn’t tell if she wanted more of my tongue or was trying to g
et away from it. “Marcus, please, I want you. I have to have you.”

  Struggling to sit, she reached for me, and pulled herself towards me, she sucked at my tongue, her hand moving to take hold of my cock and guide me inside. She held onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her mouth never leaving mine. Her eyes locked in mine until they rolled away, out of her control as her head fell back.

  I fucked her. I fucked her without thought or reason, thrusting deep and hard and fast, my cock feeling every delicious ridge and twist and turn of her body, the bed shaking under our weight. Her kiss was hard and fierce and, with the same rhythm I was fucking her to.

  I felt her come under me, her heels digging into the small of my back, her nails raking my shoulders, the sweet flutter of her pussy, clenching my cock, squeezing me. I grabbed her hips, driving in as deep as I could, bottoming out with every thrust, making her squeak delightfully.

  My cock swelled to bursting and then it did, boiling up from base to tip, erupting into the slick, hot sheath of her pussy. Anna made a low noise in her throat as I exploded, almost a purr, sending shivers down my spine as her pussy fluttered and milked my cock.

  I woke up lazily, and found her in bed, thankfully, but scooted over to the other side. She had been magnificent last night, she let herself go and gave herself to me completely, and it felt like I was better than I had ever been too, I let go along with her. We seemed a perfect match physically. And out of the bed, although she was a major pain in my ass, it seemed like we fit well together there too. Looking at her angelic face in the morning light, I even thought briefly of marriage and all the rest, the daydreams of a boy.

  But I had tried that with her once, and I wouldn't give her the chance to reject me again. It was simple like this, when she was safe again, or when I was bored with her, whichever came last, I would send her back and that would be it.