Property of the Bad Boy

by Vanessa Waltz

  She knows exactly what she’s doing.

  I kneel down and curve my hand around her tits, squeezing. She lets out a small noise, and then I suck her hard nipple. I flick my tongue across it as she inhales a sharp gasp, and then my teeth graze her.

  “You want a baby so fucking bad, don’t you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You want a baby like other people want puppies. Your body just wants to fuck, sweetheart. I’m all right with that.”

  “Don’t mock me.”

  I ignore her, continuing on. “You want a screaming little bastard to wake you up every couple hours for months on end?”

  She sits up. “Yes.”

  I agreed to get her pregnant out of lust. My dick loves the idea, but my brain? The part of me that still loves freedom? I keep thinking of her getting big with my seed inside her, and my cock won’t shut the fuck up.

  Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her.

  “What the hell am I getting out of this?”

  “You get a child.”

  A child. I picture it in my head—a small blonde boy careening into my knees and wrapping chubby arms around my legs, saying “Daddy!”

  There’s a twinge in my chest.

  “I want a baby with you, no one else.”

  The flames flicker in her eyes. She leans forward and touches my cock. It’s embarrassing how quickly it grows in her hands. Goddamn her.

  “I know you just want my cum and you’ll do anything to get it.”

  And I’m willing to let you.

  She ignores me and sits up, undoing my button and unzipping my slacks as she cups my balls. My slacks fall down my legs and she leans forward, kissing my thickening cock. It makes it twitch and blood rushes to my head.

  “Is that such a bad thing?”

  Frankly I don’t give a shit if she’s nuts for a baby. She’s literally begging me to fuck her. I can’t say no.

  Beatrice drags my briefs down over my ass, until my dick springs free. She fists it and I sigh at the contact as I feel the heat from the fire on the backs of my legs. Her pink mouth inches forward, and I move my hips so that my cock slides against her lips. The warmth of her mouth swallows me and I watch as she sits neatly on her legs. Her tits bounce slightly as she jerks her arm and slides her tongue all over me. I grab the back of her head, already feeling the ache build up like fire. Irritating. Burning.

  She sucks my cock like a popsicle, slurping noisily. She moans as though she really enjoys it, and she does. I can see the bright sheen of juice on her pussy.

  I dig my hands into her hair and sigh when my cock slides all the way inside her throat. Her nose brushes my skin.

  “Careful, or you’re going to get it in your mouth instead.”

  My cock throbs with the need to bury it somewhere where it’ll do some good. Right in that pussy begging for me. I pop out of her mouth and the cool air hits my wet dick. She stands up and grabs my tie, and I’m just barely holding myself back from grabbing her fucking hair and throwing her over the couch.

  She pulls my tie and her lips brush against my ear. “I want you. Not just for this.” She grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze. “Because you’re strong. You don’t take shit from anybody.”

  Jesus Christ, I can’t think when she’s stroking my cock, and then suddenly warmth blazes under my skin. I still see the biker girl I was forced to marry. There’s still poison in my gut.

  And I want to fuck her until she’s no longer recognizable. I want my kid growing inside her. Make me marry your biker bitch? Fine, but I’m not giving her back.

  I take a fistful of her hair and lead her over the arm over the couch. I push her porcelain body until her ass is positioned perfectly, and then I rip a hand across her cheek. She spreads her legs apart and I slide my thick cock along her pussy, feeling her shiver.

  It makes my blood rush to my groin. It’s so easy to just slip my cock into her pussy and feel the head slowly part her open for me, but I don’t.

  “Don’t be a jackass. Just fuck me!”

  I swallow my laughter. “You’re right that I don’t take shit from anybody. That includes you, sweetheart.”

  I lean over and press my lips to her swollen cheek, and then I bite down hard. She squeals in pain, and I pull back, seeing the bite mark on her ass. Perfect.

  “I’m sorry!”

  “Good girl.”

  And the side of her face that I can see collapses with relief. It makes me laugh. What a submissive little girl.

  Then I slide my cock back to her clenching pussy. I push slowly. Her body shudders with a sigh as I enter her with just one inch. She tries to buck against me, but I flatten my palm against her back.

  “Please—don’t tease me.”

  “You’ll take my cock and shut up, or you’ll get nothing.”

  I grin at her back. Basically it’s an empty threat, but she clams up anyway. I shove another inch inside and then I withdraw completely. It’s fucking painful for me. She bites her lip viciously.

  “I changed my mind. I want to hear you beg.”

  “Please, Jack!” she gasps. “I don’t know why you do this. I do everything you tell me to do.”

  Everything and more.

  “I love seeing you like this. You have no idea how hot it is to have some slut on all fours, begging for your cum.”

  She stands up and turns around in my arms. I grab her wrists. She’s flushed with redness, even the skin above her tits.

  “I want you, goddamn it! Stop teasing and fuck me!”

  She hits my chest, and it’s not hard enough to hurt me. Her voice echoes in the terrace. I respond by curling my hand in her hair and yanking her back into place. I throw her over the arm again and fist my cock, aiming it right at her pussy. Then I shove hard. She lets out a yell. She squeezes around me and I pull back and hammer her again, giving her no time to adjust.

  “This is what you want?”

  “Yes, please! Harder!”

  I’ll fuck you harder, bitch.

  I grab her hips and thrust with all my strength. She bounces against me and I yank back, that amazing thrill shooting into my dick more, the deeper I bury myself. I love seeing her ass bounce on my cock, and the way her tits sway back and forth with the violence of my thrusts. Her throat tears into the night so that I think all of Vegas can probably hear us fucking.

  I reach for her hair spilling all over her back and I grab those silky strands, pulling her hard enough to make her legs shake.

  Then I look down and see my cock, slick with her pussy juice, pummeling her. I hold her hips and jar her body, keeping myself balls deep. It rips from me. Cum blasts from my dick and she grinds her hips against me, taking it all.

  Fuck. Holy fuck it feels so good.

  I pulse a few more times, feeling my dick shooting inside her. My legs shake as exhaustion settles in. I pull out, and she puts her hand inside her pussy. That greedy girl wants to keep all of my cum inside her.

  I lie down, settling in behind her as I curl my hand around her stomach. I nuzzle her neck and give her a kiss as pleasure numbs every thought.

  Beatrice turns her head and I catch her parted lips, slipping my tongue inside her sweet mouth. She sighs into me and I pull back from her, every surface of my body tingling.

  Then she pulls back, looking at me. “Why did you say yes?”

  “I can’t bring my brother back, but maybe I can make a family with you.”

  Her eyes slowly well up and a horrible feeling clenches my stomach.

  “What did I say?”

  “I’m sorry about your brother,” she chokes out. “I hate what they did to you. I hate the violence between our families. I want it to stop.”

  Tears slip down her face as she silently cries.

  I don’t have the heart to tell her that it won’t ever stop.

  BEATRICE

  Heat lines ripple over the concrete like waves of water. The strip of sunlight across my shoulder slowly burns my skin, and I shift myself so that I’m covered
by the umbrella. Even in the extreme heat, Jack looks cool. He wears a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and slacks. His hair looks static in the nonexistent breeze. A tray of breakfast separates us. Jack reaches across the table and holds out his hand. I slip mine into his and he gives me a wink that makes me feel giddy, as though I’ve had a big sip of wine. Every time he looks at me and smiles, I can’t help but feel like a girl with a stupid crush.

  A soft jangling sound shatters the peaceful morning, and Jack slips his hand into his slacks to retrieve his cell phone. He frowns at the screen.

  “Yeah? Hey, Sal.” He pauses for a moment. “Yeah, it’s nice. One second.” He moves the phone from his face and addresses me. “I have to take this.”

  My mood sours as Jack rises from the table and walks away from the table and down the edge of the pool.

  I think about that night we talked about the violence in our families. If I get pregnant, I’ll become one of them. But Jack’s brother died at the hands of the mob. His own people. Are we really safe?

  The sun disappears and a cloud rolls over my body, chilling me instantly. Suddenly I long for home. Those four concrete walls were confining, but I never felt scared behind them.

  A hand curls over my shoulder and I jump in my seat.

  “Relax.” Jack pulls up his chair and sits beside me. “There’s some things I have to take care of.”

  “What? Why?”

  He lifts up his shoulder in a shrug, looking irritated. “John just wants me to check in with some people here.”

  I grab his arm. “Doesn’t he know you’re still injured?”

  His eyes narrow. “I’m sure he doesn’t give a shit.” His tone softens when he sees the anxiety on my face. “It’s not going to be like that. Don’t worry.”

  “Can’t you see that he keeps sending you places that get you hurt?” My voice drops and I feel my cheeks flush.

  He laughs. “Sweetheart, if he wanted to kill me he’d just fucking do it.”

  I dig my nails into his arm. “Not if he knew the rest of the guys wouldn’t approve. Like your brother.”

  Jack’s face darkens and he pulls his arm out from under mine. “Beatrice, you need to relax. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

  He stands up and kisses my head, giving me a small smile before he walks away.

  Sighing, I sit back into my chair and pick a few more strawberries from the pile on my plate, watching the rippling blue waves of the pool. I decide to walk down the strip on my own to kill time before Jack gets back.

  The sun beats down on my neck as I walk across the huge traverses, passing by Caesar’s Palace. I wander in some of the shops, and I stop in my tracks when I see a tattoo parlor.

  An idea makes my heart flutter.

  Yes.

  It’s fucking crazy.

  He’ll love it.

  I open the glass door to the tattoo parlor, and a redheaded girl with colorful koi fish tattoos spiraling her arms looks up at me with a smile.

  “Hi, I’d like a tattoo.”

  “Great! What were you looking to do?”

  “Something small. Just text. Do you have any availability?”

  “Yeah, come in.”

  I walk behind the counter, my heart beating faster as I prepare myself to tell her what I want. Just a line of text, really.

  She grins wickedly. “I’m assuming Jack is your husband?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes.”

  It’s not that crazy. Women in the MC do it all the time for their husbands, but it sure as hell isn’t a requirement. My insides boil with excitement. It’s reckless and completely unlike me, but I know I’ll never be with anyone else.

  Maybe this is my way of telling him that.

  I lie on the bench after rolling down my panties and jeans. The needle slices into the skin in my back, right above where he loves to spank me. I grit my teeth against the pain.

  Suck it up. Girls in the MC do this all the damn time.

  It only takes about an hour, and then she makes me stand up and gives me a mirror. The elegant script wraps around my hip, dancing right over my cheek.

  “He’s going to love it. Thank you so much.”

  “No problem!”

  She wraps it up and I walk to the front to pay, my skin smarting a little.

  “Have a good time tonight!” she calls after me when I leave the store.

  “Thanks, I will!”

  I dig my phone from my purse and see a few text messages. We’re going out gambling as soon as we get back, and he wants me to dress up.

  A slow smile spreads across my face.

  * * *

  The tattoo fucking burns.

  The pain smarts as I lie on the couch, and I fight the urge to get up and look at the sprawling black ink in the bathroom mirror again. Fuck, it looks awesome.

  It’s a pretty fucking crazy move to tattoo anyone’s name to your body, isn’t it?

  That’s mainstream opinion, but I grew up in the MC, expecting to become someone’s old lady one day. I watched dozens of women get branded with their husband’s name and waited for the day where the same would happen to me.

  Jack might not understand it, but this is my way of fusing our cultures together.

  A jolt of excitement runs through my body as I hear him fiddling with the door, and I sit bolt upright, tugging my skirt over my knees.

  “Beatrice?” he says, his voice echoing in the huge suite. “Are you ready?”

  I stand up as his footsteps echo in the living room, his powerful voice sending a shiver down my spine. Then I see him, silhouetted in the doorway.

  “I’m here.”

  He turns his head and sees me standing there. “Well, come on. We have a VIP game to get to.”

  I walk closer to him, studying the way his suit wraps around his body like silk. The dark-blue fabric makes his skin shine, and I think about those powerful muscles—his thick thighs hiding underneath.

  Damn, he looks hot in a suit.

  My hands reach out, touching his chest. I slide between his jacket and feel the broad muscles, and then I move up to play with his neck. Jack shuts his eyes, sucking in breath. He looks so made up and handsome that I have to taste him. The closer I am, the more powerless I feel, until my mouth falls on his. He kisses me before biting me softly.

  “Baby—”

  “I just want to show you something first.”

  An uncertain smile staggers across his face. “Okay.”

  Then I pull the hem of the skirt down until I feel it drag over the raw flesh.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “I got a tattoo.”

  He lifts the back of my shirt and lets out a choked laugh. “Holy fuck. What does it say—Property of Jack?”

  He rips my skirt down and his hand curves around my ass. “So your ass belongs to me?”

  I can’t help but smile at that. “Yeah, along with the rest of me.”

  He squeezes me. “Jesus.”

  “You like it, then?”

  Possessive hands dig into my hips and he gives my ass a sharp slap. “You knew damn well I would.”

  I feel the evidence pressing against my leg.

  “I keep picturing nailing you from behind while this is staring me in the face. Fuck, Beatrice.”

  I love the grittiness in his voice when he hauls me upright, his hand still on my ass. The way his eyes gleam sends a thrill into my core, and then he kisses me. His tongue shoves down my throat, and I cling to him. A frustrated growl rocks through my clit.

  “I can’t fuck you right now, so I’ll fuck you during the game.”

  Wait, what?

  “I told you not to tease me.”

  “Jack, how are you going to—ah!”

  He rips my underwear with one quick jerk. He actually tears them from my thighs and stuffs them in his jacket pocket.

  “I’m going to fuck you in front of all those men, and they w
on’t even know it.”

  What?

  I try not to laugh at the maniacal grin on Jack’s face and I pull my skirt back up.

  “Let’s go.”

  He slides an arm around my waist, muttering something under his breath with a throaty growl.

  “You little bitch,” he says in a husky voice, bending down to nip my ear. “I’m going to make you pay.”

  Whatever.

  I’ve no idea what the hell he’s talking about. Jack’s sexual tastes are pretty wild, but I doubt he’d actually fuck me in front of a room filled with people.

  We leave the suite and take the elevator down. As soon as the doors close, his mouth is on the top of my breasts, sucking hard.

  “Jack!”

  My back hits the wall as he pins me there, sucking so hard that he leaves a bright, wet mark behind. He appreciates it for a moment and swipes his thumb across it. The feeling of his tongue on my tits lingers there, pounding between my legs as he watches me with a dark smile.

  “That’s just the beginning.”

  The elevator doors open and I catch a glimpse of myself, flustered and red, that mark burning on my chest.

  Damn it.

  I follow him outside, lust raging through my limbs as he takes me through the maze of the casino.

  “It’s a high-stakes game. Texas Hold’em.” Jack turns, a wicked grin on his face. “Shouldn’t be more than a couple hours.”

  What the hell is he talking about?

  I’m distracted by the noise in the casino. God, it’s loud. The constant roar blasts my ears and everywhere there’s something to look at—a bright screen, numbers flashing.

  My heart gallops as he takes me through a set of doors leading to a small, stuffy room with a single poker table. Five men already seated at the table look up and smile at Jack, who steps away from me slightly.

  “This is my wife, Beatrice. I’m Jack.”

  I lean over the large table, shaking hands with an old man whose papery skin pulls into a smile.

  They introduce themselves and I forget their names almost instantly.

  Did he say he was going to fuck me during the game? Not possible. No way.

  But a tinge of lingering doubt makes the smile on my face strained.

  He sits down and looks up at me, patting his lap.