Hitman's Lust: a Dark Mafia Romance

by Sophia Hampton

  “So you still have it?” She asked him like it was hard for her to believe his story, and he could understand that.

  He let go of her hand so he could reach into his pocket and pull out her beautifully sparkling pink diamond bracelet. She held her arm out so he could put it on, and she looked so pleased to have it back where it was supposed to be.

  “That’s a great way to answer the question.” She held her hand up like she’d missed her bracelet, and he was happy that he had it to return to her.

  “If you thought that I’d killed Lucca and your father agreed and persecuted you for it, what changed your mind?”

  The smile that had been on Lorna’s face slipped off her face like an icicle that dropped to the ground in the thaw.

  “I’d been drinking the night I texted you. I didn’t even know I was writing you until my youngest brother woke me up and wanted to talk to me. He’s always been the sneaky one of the bunch. I don’t know that’s because it’s in his nature or because he’s young and no one tells him anything so he has to do his own intel, but it really works for him.” She looked up like she didn’t know he was still hanging on her every word.

  He nodded so she could continue.

  “He told me that Papa was getting blackmailed by someone, and he was thinking of paying the man. I don’t have a lot of honest people around me, but Frankie is the salt of the earth. Also he has no filter, so what you see is what you get. He’s not for a lot of bullshit, so I don’t think the family business would be for him, but that’s for him to work out later.”

  “Someone is blackmailing the kingpin?” It took a lot to shock Aidan because he’d been around for a long time, and the shit pile could get deep when you were dealing with high ranking criminals. “For what?”

  “There is a tape of what happened in that warehouse, and it’s not matching the story he’s telling everyone.” She looked at him like she wanted him to say something or like she thought he’d be upset, but the truth was he was happier than he could ever be. There was no way he would have been able to convince anyone that what he said was true. It reminded him of the good little Sunday school boy that had ransacked the room when the teacher had gone and then he’d blamed Aidan. There was no way that anyone believed that he didn’t do that, and the punishment he’d received from his then foster father had taught him a good lesson.

  No one trusts the unknown person, and he was always the unknown.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Lorna was torn. Aidan deserved to hear the truth about what had gone on, but she wanted to strip him down and suck on his cock so bad it was like a compulsion. He was still as hot as she remembered, even more so when she thought about all he’d gone through to help her and find her.

  He stood there still like he wanted to know the information but didn’t want to pump her, so she just offered it.

  “He’s telling everyone that the President of the Undertakers pulled the trigger when he knows that it was Leon who ordered the hit. Supposedly there was something going on between Leon and Lucca that the man didn’t want public. There are all types of speculation, but since Lucca isn’t alive to tell the tale, the answers will stay within Leon’s control.” She didn’t like the things people were saying about her cousin especially since he couldn’t defend himself, but there was nothing to be done.

  “So the Undertakers are hassling him?” His face was all squinted up as he tried to figure out what was going on.

  “No, it’s another group that want us to do business with them. I’ll admit it seems like a shaky way to start a business venture, but what do I know? I just like to sell pretty dresses so I can get a discount.” She wanted to lighten up the mood like he tried to do earlier, but he was more difficult to shake than she was apparently.

  “The Devil’s Stepbrothers are in town now working on getting a feel for what business would be easiest to jump into. This place is like a mecca for crime.” He brought her back to his arms and rubbed her back.

  “That’s the truth that I know.” She was talking about his facts, and his hands continued rubbing up and down in a calming but arousing way. This is what she’d missed when she wasn’t with him… this is what had made her feel so guilty. She needed him when she was mourning Lucca, but that was so ridiculous because she had been told that Aidan was the one who killed him. The pain of wanting him but not having him at such a hard time was even more heartbreaking. That her father knew that and still told her a lie would have to be dealt with later. It was more important that she find out where Aidan was mentally than to worry about her father.

  “When we first started, you sounded like you wanted me to know what’s going on with you and then we’d talk about what’s next, but I don’t see what’s wrong.” He was looking at her just like the time they’d been together. She thought he would demand more information or at least ask why she hadn’t believed him when he’d told her what happened.

  “I come with a lot of baggage. My papa is a crime lord, and I’m basically a prisoner in my own home. If you chose to get involved with me, it would be a battle, and I don’t want that for you.” She knew that he was no stranger to things like this, but her father was changing into someone she didn’t know. It was one thing to lie to the competition or someone on the street, but he had broken her trust. The man lied on someone he knew she had a strong feeling for and made her feel bad about the whole situation, making her feel like she’d not only slept with Lucca’s killer but lead him to his death… that was unforgivable.

  “Do you come with a lot of baggage? Hell yes, but you come with a lot of good stuff too,” he said with that look on his face that let her know that he was preparing to talk dirty.

  “Like what?” She had been waiting for this part, so she wasn’t going to shy away from it. Lorna had missed him as much as or more than she missed his thick hard cock, and that was saying something.

  “You’ve got a sweet round ass that sounds so sexy when I give it a tap, a juicy pussy that squeezes my cock like no other, and nice round tits that I love to suck and bite.” He took her boobs into his hands and squeezed as he talked.

  “Is that all I am to you? An ass, a pussy, and a pair of boobs?” She couldn’t help messing with him, but it wasn’t going to last long; he couldn’t want to fuck as badly as she did. There was just no way. Did she want to ask about how many other pussies his cock had slammed and tits he’d squeezed? Kind of, but it didn’t really matter now. He was going to be doing her tonight, and for that she was grateful. She didn’t know where all this would lead, but right now it was leading to his bedroom.

  “I’ll work with this for now and then let you know what I come up with after the first few rounds.”

  She grabbed his cock through his pants and was impressed with how hard he was. She knew it would have gone down from where they were together in the alleyway, but sometime in the last few minutes he’d gotten right back to the stage where they had left off.

  “Keep your hands to yourself,” he said in a deep voice that told her he wasn’t playing, but that made it all the sexier.

  “If I don’t, then what are you going to do about it?” She pouted. If she was going to play this role, then she’d do it to the hilt. There was something that they hadn’t worked their way up to, and if she has to be stuck in her childhood bedroom with only her vibrator and memories, she was going to make the most of the time they spent together.

  He caught both of her hands in his one and held them above her head. This didn’t seem like something that would get her going, but not having the ability to move and being entirely at his mercy was thrilling. Aidan stood staring at her like he was trying to figure out the right answer.

  “Maybe I’ll spank your ass. That’s what should be done when a woman wants to disobey an order.” He spun her around and bent her a little so her ass was right in line with his hand which he gave a quick firm tap. It echoed around the room with its scarce furniture and tall ceilings bringing the noise back to her time and time again.r />
  That was more than she thought it would be, but it wasn’t enough. Pulling her hands out of his one, she backed away from him and watched as he tried to figure out what she was up to. She turned away from him to unsnap her jeans before she kicked off her shoes and pulled down her pants, bending at the waist just to tease him. When she turned back toward him, she had on her shirt, bra, and panties.

  “Take off your shirt and bra. I want to see your tits swing when I fuck you.” His voice was getting deeper, and she would bet his cock would have a drop of the sweet pre cum she loved so much. It didn’t look like she was going to get to taste the first drop this time, but she’d bet there would be a chance for her to end up with his cock in her mouth before the end of the night.

  She did as he asked and then walked over to him and looked him in the eye. His light green eyes shimmered with what she thought was amusement, but they changed to arousal when she grabbed his cock and stroked it through his jeans a few times. She wasn’t the only one who liked it rough. His nostrils flared, and she knew he liked that, but when his head cocked to the side, she knew he was more than a little aroused. It was one of his tells that she’d not shared with him. He studied her so hard, but she had lots of knowledge about him too. He was about to reach for her when she jerked out of his reach and bent over the couch.

  “So you want to be spanked. Is that it? You could have just asked,” he said as he walked over to the couch.

  “What good would that be? I wanted to earn it. There is nothing better than being defiant and getting what you want.” Her ass was in the air, and the anticipation of the moment was making her wetter than she had been in the last little while, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She didn’t like how wavering her voice sounded. It would have made her feel more confident if she could have at least sounded like she was a woman in charge who knew what she wanted and how to get it.

  “Since you want it so much, it’s probably not a punishment. Maybe I should rethink this.” He stood behind her, but since she couldn’t see him, she didn’t know what he was doing. It didn’t sound like he was taking anything off or moving around, so what was he doing?

  She turned slightly so she could see if he was joking or serious, but he moved from the spot behind her, took off his pants, and then sat on the couch. Lorna didn’t know what to do now. He was staring at her, and she struck stupid until he patted his lap.

  “Come lay here. Keep your feet on the floor and your ass high.” He was the man in control, and she wondered if he took those few moments to get like that or if that was just how he came at situations.

  She almost sighed with relief. This was something that no one could take from her. The freedom of her spirit in this second knew no bounds. Lorna lowered herself to his lap without taking her eyes off of his face. There was a slight tick at his jaw that looked like he was grinding his teeth a little. That was good enough for her; she just didn’t want to be in this alone. She wanted him to have something vested.

  He rubbed her ass with his rough textured hands, and she wondered how they could feel so good and soothing on her skin. It was harder waiting for the sting to come when she was like this because it was like they had agreed to do this, so she knew it was coming. The mewling noise that was coming from her was hard to hold back as was trying not to open her legs and hump whatever part she could get close to her pussy.

  “You want it bad. Don’t you, Lorna?”

  This part must have been the punishment portion because the wait was torturous. He wedged her panties up between her legs like it was a thong, and it created pressure on her clit. The moan that slid out of her mouth was involuntary and loud.

  “Mmmmm… I like that you like that. You deserve something for being so sexy.” The hand he was rubbing on her ass cheeks he moved to stroke between her legs a few times. “Open up your legs and let me get at that pussy. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

  She did so, and when his long fingers swiped over her moist lips, she humped his leg to get a little more friction.

  Slap!

  The sting of that first slap on her left butt cheek made her suck in a breath, but she wanted more. She wasn’t sure how to get it though. Was it the humping or the moaning? She decided to do a little of both.

  “I love how your mind works. You’re always trying to figure something out.” He rubbed all over her ass a few times before he delivered a few more smacks to her warm cheeks. Just when she was thinking of calling a time out, he would rub in between her legs getting her so close to orgasm it was frustrating. If he could give her just a little more pressure, she could get the first one out of the way and wouldn’t feel like she was jumping out of her skin.

  “You want me to let you come, don’t you?”

  “Yesssss,” she hissed and tried harder to get more contact with her clit on anything. He was good about how he placed her with her legs on the floor and ass up; it was hard to get enough grind to make it worth her while.

  “This is when it gets good, Lorna. Your pussy is so wet because you like getting your ass smacked. Does it make you feel like a bad girl? Or do you just like the sweet sting of pain with your pleasure? I know you like me to bite your nipples when you’re about to come, and I’ve nibbled a bit firmly on your clit too. There is nothing wrong with it, but I want you to tell me about it.” His voice was mesmerizing, and she wanted to do what he asked, but she didn’t really know the answer.

  “Ummmm…” She thought about what would sound sexy, and she threw every thought out.

  “Don’t think about prettying up what you’re saying. Just tell me why you like it.” He didn’t stop the rubbing, but the pats weren’t coming at all. She missed them.

  “It makes me feel wild and out of control. I like when you suck my nipples hard into your mouth and then bite me because it makes me feel like you feel the wildness too, but also I like it.” She felt shy talking about this, which was silly. She was sprawled across his lap, with only her panties on and her ass squirming around as she tried to get off, but somehow verbalizing what she liked was embarrassing. He moaned and thrusted his hard cock into her side, and that gave her the courage to keep going.

  She rolled to her back, and she enjoyed the fact that she’d surprised him. Opening her legs and sliding her panties to the side, she waited until his gaze moved from her glistening pussy to her face.

  “I’ve always wanted to see what it felt like to have my pussy tapped by someone other than me. Will you spank my pussy?” She felt his cock jump against her side and knew that he was intrigued. This isn’t something she had ever or would ever ask someone to do, but she was going to stay true to her word to make the most of the memories she was going to make tonight.

  He looked back at her exposure and placed his two fingers on her mound before sliding down between her lips to curl into her opening. It was so hard not to try to hold him in place and just fuck his fingers because they felt so good, but she had made a request, and she wanted to see what he would do with it. After a few thrusts in and out, he moved his wet fingers to her clit where he tapped a few times before he rubbed, and she was back to the frustrating almost coming feeling.

  “You are so beautiful and wild. I’ve missed you and this. I love that you like it rough sometimes, just like I like when you snuggle into me. Your pussy is so ready for me to eat, but I know what you want, so I’ll save my snack for later.” He never stopped the soft taps or the rubbing, and it was hard to concentrate on his words.

  Smack… smack… smack. He didn’t do it as hard as he slapped her ass, and the sensation was totally different.

  She didn’t think she’d felt anything that good until he followed it up by thrusting his two thick fingers into her pussy. The sloshing sound of her wetness against his digits made the moment more sensual because all of her senses were involved. He did the same combination again but pulled her nipple firmly when he fucked his fingers into her. She came so hard it was like she was breaking apart. Lorna had wrapped her hands around
his hand that was her pleasure and her pain just to make sure he didn’t move. She had to ride this one out like it was the last time she would ever have an orgasm again. Catching her breath was difficult because the aftershocks of something that intense tore through her body again and again, making her think she was going to come again right after the last one. Her abdominal muscles hurt from the violent contracting and releasing.

  He was petting her hair and stroking her face when she finally realized her body was coming down from the sexual high. She opened her eyes to find him watching her.

  “What?” She asked him feeling a bit self-conscious. Being sprawled out practically begging to get your ass and pussy smacked was sexy while she was in the moment, but afterward it made her feel a bit sheepish.

  “You make my cock so hard. Just listening to you moan and feeling you come on my fingers was the hottest thing that’s happened since I fucked you last. It’s a wonder I didn’t just come from being a part of that.”

  “I had lots of competition huh… lots of people to compare that to in the last few weeks?” She hadn’t meant to bring that up, but he walked right into it. It must have been meant for them to talk about it.