Dirty CEO: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Windy City Bad Boys Book 1)

by Mickey Miller

  He rocked against me, stroking me from clit to slit with the head of his dick. I lifted my legs, trying to lock them around his waist. But he wasn’t having any of that. His elegant fingers slipped up my calves as he guided them over his shoulders.

  “Have you dreamed of this, Kel?” His smile was pure egotistical man. Damn cocky bastard probably knew I’d doodled his name on my notebook when I was a teenager.

  I glared at him, refusing to answer until he rocked down, pressing the tip of his shaft against my core. I panted as my pussy clenched.

  “Silence isn’t an answer.”

  “Yes, yes, I have. Please, please Vince.” Couldn’t he hear the tears in my eyes?

  Evil bastard chuckled at me. He kissed my ankle as he toyed with my body, priming me for my deflowering with the way he rubbed his cock all over my pussy.

  “I love how you beg for me.” I knew playtime was over as his eyes grew stormy. I bit my lip, skewered by the intensity.

  And then I was skewered on his cock.

  Vince didn’t fuck me easy. He split me open slowly at first, widening my pussy with the head of his cock. He pushed in, making me feel stretched, and then he pulled out. The slippery sound of my pussy taking its first dick filled the air between us. I panted, the heat snapping between us coating me in a fine layer of sweat.

  He shoved halfway in, and I winced. I didn’t think I had a hymen anymore. But I still had never had more than a finger inside me. It was a snug fit, and by the way Vince ground his teeth together, he felt it, too.

  “Goddamn, I can feel your pussy squeezing all around me, and I’m only halfway in. Shit, I’m never going to fit.”

  I giggle-gasped. “Isn’t that what the girl is supposed to say?”

  “Fucking minx.” He slapped my ass, and my pussy convulsed around his shaft.

  “Oh. Jesus,” I whimpered.

  “Almost, Bunny,” Vince said. Damn the man.

  He pulled back, so slow I saw the plush pink walls grip his cock. Then he was back, shoving into me with a grunt as he plowed all the way into my pussy. It hurt in a way, but it wasn’t a tearing sensation. Just hard, rough friction. I cried out, arching beneath the onslaught. He was so fucking big; baseball bat enormous thrusting into a tight narrow canal. Stretching me all open. I fucking loved it. My nails clung to the edge of the table as he adjusted my legs over his shoulders.

  “You okay, Kel?”

  “Yes. Yes, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I whimpered.

  He flashed me a savage grin, and then repeated that deep force-fucking motion all over again. I arched beneath him as he plowed into my sex, popping open my formerly virgin hole and making himself a home inside. It was a wonder I didn’t feel him in my belly he was so damn deep.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Vince was sweating. Beads of moisture dotted his forehead. But he didn’t stop as he pumped into me. Jerking me down with a sharp collision of my ass off his pelvis, and his cock driving into me so fast, so deep, so hard I couldn’t breathe through it.

  The wet slap of his flesh on mine filled the night air with the tempo of Vince fucking me. It wasn’t long before I was right at that edge again, scaling that peak and singing his praises in a vulgar Irish song.

  His fingers slipped between my nether lips, finding my pearl again and carrying me on the current over the damn waterfall of pleasure. “Come for me, Kelly. Come all over my cock.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. After all, as Vince said, I was a good girl.

  He’d promised he’d make me scream to the stars. And he accomplished that. The whole of the Windy City had to hear me as the CEO of Chicago made me pop like a banshee; creaming his cock until I was dizzy.

  He wasn’t far behind me. His whole body slaved for my pleasure as he hammered into me. He’d been gentle before. Now he took me, fucking me like a demon possessed. My pussy rippled around his dick, drawing him in deep as another orgasm took me by surprise. I clawed him, raking my nails down his arms as I clutched at his hands. Trying to hold onto something solid as I splintered beneath the passion.

  His eyes flared, and then he joined me. Every muscle and tendon of his glorious body stood out starkly as he came, growling out low as he pumped into me.

  When it was over, our chests heaved, our bodies sweaty in the night air. Without losing eye contact, he leaned over until his hands touched my cheeks. He had fucked me wildly as he finished, but he caught me by surprise with a tender kiss. He nibbled on my lower lip a bit before releasing me. Then, grabbing a lockful of my red hair, he spoke in a low tone.

  “Come with me, Kel.”

  I gasped as he finally pulled out of me. Naked, we walked down the stairs and into the main floor of his condo, holding hands. We passed a mirrored wall, and I stopped for a second.

  “Look at us, Vince.”

  His eyes examined mine before turning to the full-length mirror. Our bodies contrasted so starkly. One side of Vince’s body was covered entirely with a sleeve of tattoos, and the other was almost empty. His body was naturally dark, tan and ripped. I was, on the other hand, pale, freckled, and my eyes were a clear blue.

  “I’m looking, and I like what I see.” He palmed my ass and drew me into him for a deep, passionate kiss. Throughout life, I’d never really considered myself one of the genetically lucky girls, but with Vince’s arms around me, the truth was I felt like the most gorgeous girl in the world. Or at least Chicago.

  He led me to the master bedroom, which was spacious and filled with dark-colored décor.

  We climbed into bed, got under the sheets, and faced each other. Vince rubbed his hand on my hip.

  “Was it everything you dreamed, Kel?”

  I was sure he could tell by the stupid grin on my face that it was. Cocky bastard wanted to hear me say it.

  “It was different than I imagined. Somehow sweeter and dirtier at the same time.”

  “You don’t feel dirty, do you?”

  I shrugged. “I’m Irish-Catholic, Vince. Sexual shame is in our blood.”

  Vince pulled me in closer. “Don’t you ever feel bad like that. It’s a celebration of us. Of our—of us. A celebration of you and I.”

  I’d felt like Vince was about to use a different word than just “us,” but he’d hesitated.

  I spun my body around and inched my way into him. He draped an arm around my torso and pulled me tightly into his skin.

  We fell asleep like that. As I drifted off I wondered how my dreams would even come close to my reality tonight.

  We’d passed out in my bed in a tangle of limbs, bodies, and sweat. I loved the feel of Kelly’s flesh pressing up against mine. I wasn’t an easy sleeper. You never knew when an assassin would bust through the guards and try and put a bullet in my brain. But having her beside me felt right. As if the demons of my past were far away, and wouldn’t taint my present.

  At some odd hour of the night, we woke up together, arms and legs interlaced. I didn’t know where she ended and I began. My cock knew, though. It was hard as hell and pressed against her ass.

  Her moan was slumberous as she wiggled her hips and lithe body into me. The friction of her naked body serving to make me as hard as a fucking wooden bat. She smelled like me. Of sex and sin, which I was sure her priest would love to remind her of how many commandments she was breaking if he knew. At this rate, Kelly would be living in the confessional trying to absolve her Catholic guilt from the things I’d do to her.

  Nuzzling her hair aside, I kissed the nape of her neck and inhaled her scent.

  “Vince.” Her voice was groggy and hungry; need spoken in a low moan, dragging my name out into four cock-hungry syllables. I slipped my hand around the narrow flare of her hip and stroked along her bare lips. She was already wet and feverishly hot, my nearness turning her on.

  “You want my cock, Kelly? Did I turn you into a slut just by one little fuck session?” I teased her with a low growl. My teeth left dental imprints on her shoulder. She shuddered, and I hadn’t even touc
hed her yet. Not really. But when I did, my ring finger and forefinger spreading her open, she bucked into me. I ringed her clit from behind, making it throb with a gentle touch.

  “Please, fuck me.” How was I to deny such a breathy plea?

  Shifting in the bed, I took a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on. Then I was right back against her, nudging her thighs open with my leg. I hauled her upper leg open, revealing the hot pink center of my Irish wench. She cried out as I teased her with my touch, preparing her for the beginning of a spectacular fucking morning.

  Her hips bobbed against me, rubbing her pussy all over the head of my cock. When I knew she was ready, the elevated mewls and juicy liquid dripping all over my dick, I shoved into her.

  “Fuck,” I ground out. She was so fucking tight. Even through the thin layer of latex, her fire seared me. I couldn’t get in as deeply as I wanted during the first thrust. Her inner walls clenched and pulsed around me, trying to pull me deeper, but denying me in the same moment. Twitching my hips, I moved out and then slammed back in until I was hilted inside.

  “I can feel you all the way inside,” she gasped. Her head fell back, her sex-tangled hair stuck to my chest. The hazy light prevented me from seeing her eyes. But her face was stricken in pleasure.

  “I’ve only just begun opening this pussy up for me, Bunny.” I hauled her tight as I fucked her nice and slow and deep. Her body shook against mine. Her desire squeezed my shaft. It only took a few strokes before her voice was rapidly climbing the ladder toward her big ‘O’. My finger fluttered on her clit, and she toppled over. Crying out her release as she came.

  Burying my head in her hair, I did the same. The feeling of how right this was between her and I knifed through me. She shuddered as I slipped away. Tossing the condom before I crawled beneath the covers again.

  A few hours later, closer to a normal waking hour, a stern knock on the door served as our rude awakening. I didn’t need a clock to let me know it was too damn early. The sun was leaking through the curtains and into my room.

  “Who is that?” Kelly asked softly.

  “I don’t know, but I’m going to tell them to fuck off so we can have breakfast together,” I told her as I kissed her cheek.

  The knock pounded again.

  “What?!” I seethed. I got out of bed and put some basketball shorts on.

  “Boss,” came Sal’s voice. “We have a code gray.”

  My heart dropped and I swallowed. “I’ll be right out. Wait outside.”

  “Kelly,” I whispered as I knelt beside her on the bed, my hand on her back. “I’ve got to take care of some things.”

  “What time is it?”

  “Seven-thirty.”

  “I’ve got until ten to get to the bar.” She paused. Rubbing her face into the pillows, she finally sat up and rolled out of bed. “Shit. I need to grab my overnight bag from Elaine’s. I can’t go home in that white dress. Pops will kill me.”

  “I can have one of my assistants pick up some clothes for you if you want.”

  “You’d do that for me? I don’t want to make you get clothes for me.”

  I smiled. Her tone was so innocent like she truly didn’t think I wouldn’t do a small thing like that for her.

  I leaned over her as she sat on the bed. “I mean, shit, Bunny, maybe you’re right. I like you naked, with no clothes. Maybe I should just keep you here chained to the bed as my little sex slave.”

  As soon as the words came out I’d wondered where that fantasy had come from. Sure, maybe a part of me found that hot. But Kelly was far too beautiful not to share with the world. For the first time in my life, I had a girl whose wholesome vibe I wanted the whole world to know.

  Still, I gauged her reaction. She smiled wryly like she was actually considering my offer.

  “If it’s as good as last night and this morning, I might consider.” Her eyes sparkled and the corners of her lips curled up just enough so I couldn’t tell if her smile was sarcastic, or deadly serious.

  “Fuck, Bunny. You can’t talk like that when it’s time for me to go. It’s hard for me to leave you as it is.”

  “Oh, am I? I’m sorry, I wouldn’t want to make things too hard for you.” She bit her lower lip.

  Fuck me if this girl wasn’t going to be my undoing. She had complete control over me.

  I lifted her naked body up by her torso and dove onto the bed with her. She let out a noise halfway between a giggle and a scream. Once we had crashed onto the bed, she draped her leg around my hip.

  “You’re a difficult woman to read, you know that?”

  She cocked her head a little. “So I’ve been told. What, did you think you had me all figured out after last night?”

  I swallowed, and my heart beat faster. My grip on her leg tightened.

  “Kel, I think it would take a lifetime to figure you out.” I pulled her hips into mine, the thin cloth of my shorts the only thing separating us from our third session in the last twelve hours. I massaged the back of her head, dragging my fingers lightly across her scalp. I reached my mouth to her ear, nibbled on it, and whispered. “Lucky for me, this is just the beginning of me figuring you out. Although I think we figured out last night that your cunt fits my cock quite well.”

  I brought my head back so I could see her eyes again. I loved those fucking eyes. I swear they changed colors sometimes, if ever so slightly. Sometimes they were dark blue and I felt like I could only see my own reflection in them. Other times they were a light green and filled with fire.

  Right now they were a light, clear blue as the morning sun streamed into the room. I felt like Kelly was inviting me to gaze straight into her soul in a way she’d never let anyone else in. It was similar to how we’d stared straight into each other’s eyes last night as she’d came for the second time. Or was it the third? Fuck, I wanted to remember every single orgasm I gave her. If a man as bad as me could show her the highest joy in life, maybe there was hope.

  As Kelly’s eyes invited me into her soul, I swear I saw the goodness of the world reflected in her. A wave of powerful emotion surged through me, reminding me of the evil monster I had been. Could be. Still was.

  I’d done so much to betray her trust while I was the executioner. I’d personally brought death to dozens of her family. There was one contract which would have ruined me, and destroyed her, if I’d completed it.

  I’d been assigned to kill Pops. The only thing which had saved her father had been Dad changing his mind. He hadn’t wanted to start an all-out war with the Irish. But for a few hours, Pops had been a dead man walking, and didn’t even know it.

  And I was in bed with his daughter. I’d taken her virginity without even letting her know what kind of man I’d been.

  I didn’t deserve Kelly, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to give her up now that I had her.I dealt with the memories of my evil deeds by closing my eyes and smashing Kelly’s mouth with my own. God, I hoped for her sake good would win out inside me. Because if not, I’d just corrupted another pure soul. And after last night, I knew Kelly would never be the same woman.

  “Kel, I have to go,” I finally said after I came up for air. My cock was threatening to bust through my shorts, but for now, he would be denied. “Code gray is not good. Sal doesn’t interrupt me for anything. You can stay here, or…”

  “I’ll call an Uber and head to Elaine’s, then back to my place. I just need my clothes.” She sat up and laughed. “My panties are on the roof, aren’t they, or what’s left of them?”

  I nodded. “Luckily it didn’t rain last night. You’ll have to get some extra clothes for here, for the summer. I’ll have one of my stylists take you on my dime.”

  She grinned, and grabbed a sheet, draping it around her body. “You have a stylist?”

  “I do. Someone has to stay abreast of the latest Italian shoes for me so they can tell me where to blow my money. I’ll have her text you and come get you at your convenience.”

  “That’s okay. I don’t
really have the money for new clothes. I’ll just bring some of my old stuff and keep it here for emergencies.”

  I cupped her face with my hand. “Kel. I know what it’s like not to have money for clothes. You remember the shit I used to wear freshmen year of high school, don’t you?”

  She giggled, then stood up, the white sheet still draped around her like a toga. “Those ratty jeans I’d see you walking down the street with every day.

  “Yes, those.”

  “You’ve upgraded quite well since then.”

  I chuckled. “That was something my dad taught me while he was still alive. Don’t dress like the man you are. Dress like the man you want to be.”

  “Seems to have manifested itself pretty well.”

  “Listen, you’re my girl now. Don’t consider money an obstacle. I’ll have Crystal Lawson contact you. She’ll probably ask some questions and sizes.”

  “Okay.”

  I was about to go upstairs and grab her dress for her, but she insisted on getting it herself. She came back down, clad in the hot white dress again. She must have gotten dressed on the roof, or in the hallway between the two, probably so Sal or one of the other guards didn’t get a peep show. Never had a walk of shame looked so damn good.

  “I’m going to take that dress and frame it,” I smirked.

  “What would the caption be? ‘Best night of Kelly MacNamara’s life?’”

  “I was going to say ‘best night of my life, but sure, maybe that could be written in the frame as well.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I have to go.”

  “See you soon,” I kissed her once more and watched as she stilettoed out of my condo, my heart along with her.

  That morning was the first of June in Chicago. The flowers were in bloom, the sun was out, and it was seventy fucking degrees. Sal and I drove to our downtown office skyscraper in the back of the limo. Luca manned the wheel. Still, I was fuming mad as Sal explained to me the situation my business was in.

  “So, Sal, you’re telling me that one of our drivers was held up at gunpoint on his usual midnight route dropping off the week’s inventory to all of the stores and plants in the area and they made him dump his entire load into the river? You’re fucking with me.”