by B. B. Hamel
“That won’t work.”
“I figured as much.” He smiled a cocky and knowing smile. “Why is that, anyway? Your father is throwing a lot of money at them.”
“Belief can make men do a lot of things.”
“So can money.”
I shrugged. “Did you bring me here to rub my father in my face?”
“No,” he said. “I didn’t. But you need to know what you’re getting into.”
I felt my patience begin to wear thin. “I understand. You’re involved with my father. I don’t want to have anything to do with someone that he has bought and sold.”
Wyatt’s expression darkened. “Nobody buys me.”
“Then what are you doing with him?” I asked, anger flaring.
“He’s useful.”
“To you, he’s useful. To me, he’s a controlling monster that needs to be destroyed.”
“We don’t think so differently, you know.”
“If you brought me here to gloat about my father, I’m leaving. I have more important things to do.” I turned to go, fuming.
“Louisa, wait.” He stepped toward me. “He’s useful because I can play him.”
That made me pause. “Play him?”
“He thinks I’m his. Because of that, I can get information from him about his people.”
“You mean, you’ll spy?”
“Something like that.”
I cocked my head at him. “That’s not very loyal of you.”
“I have no loyalty to your father. He gave me money, and I gave him favors. He and I are even.”
I nodded, pursing my lips. I understood that he was saying, but it worried me. I needed to be able to trust him, but it would be difficult knowing that he was willing to do something like turn on his ally so easily. I wanted to work with Wyatt, hell, I wanted Wyatt in a lot of different ways. But I needed to trust him above anything else.
“Why do you want to work with me?” I asked him.
“Because I see something in you.”
“What?”
“Desire.” He stepped closer to me. “You want the same things I want.”
“Yet I’m a spoiled mafia princess.”
He smirked. “That’s right. You are. But that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”
“You seem to think so.”
“I can pass off as a rich snob,” he said. “The wealthy, they tolerate me, but they know what I really am. Every time I talk they see my hard past, my hard mentality. But you, you were born to be around these people.”
“I don’t see how that’s important.”
“You want to run this city? They run this city. We’ll need them.”
I nodded slowly. “What are you going to do about my father?”
“I’m going to talk to the police chief. I’m going to tell him to keep up the good work, and then I’m going to tell your father that I tried.”
“Good.”
He came closer and pulled me against him. “Were you worried?”
“About what?”
“That I was betraying you.”
“Yes,” I said.
“You don’t have to be worried about that.”
“Yes, I do,” I said.
He smirked and pushed my hair out of my face. His thumb traced a line down my lips. “So closed off. So many barriers.”
“You need barriers to do what I do.”
“Maybe. But I want to strip them away.”
“You want to strip away something else.”
He smiled. “True.”
His kiss felt like it did the first time: intense and passionate. I gave myself to him again, letting his tongue enter my mouth as I kissed him back, our bodies pressed together. I was dripping wet and excited beyond description as I stood in that room.
We were really doing this partnership. He was going to help me defeat my father, and then we were going to rule the city together.
“Wyatt.”
We broke out kiss off and Wyatt looked annoyed. Ethan stood in the entrance to the room.
“What?” he asked.
“We need to speak.”
He frowned then released me. “I’ll be back,” he said, stepping away.
I watched the two men disappear out the front door and couldn’t help but lean back against the wall.
All of this was insane. I was trusting so much to this man and bringing him into my business, and yet I truly barely knew him.
Still, I couldn’t stop myself, and didn’t want to. This was happening, like a wave rising and falling against the sand, sweeping everything out of its way.
13
Wyatt
I hated being pulled away from Louisa. I was hard as fuck and my blood was ringing to take her, but I knew that Ethan would only ever go against my orders and enter that house if it were important.
Still, I wanted to crush the little bug under my boot and go back to Louisa.
“It’s Myers,” Ethan said once we were out front.
“What about him?”
“He’s making trouble. He made some threats, apparently approached some other lawyers in the area.”
“Which ones?”
“Riley. Johnson. Gray.”
I shook my head. “That dumb bastard. They came right to you with this?”
“Gray did. The others spoke through him.”
I nodded. This was a problem, though I couldn’t say that I hadn’t expected it.
I hoped that Myers would get with the program and do as I asked him. But I knew that man was stubborn as fuck, and eventually the terror would wear off. He was back to being a problem, and if torturing the bastard in an abandoned warehouse didn’t stop him, nothing will.
“Kill him,” I said.
Ethan nodded. “When?”
“Tonight. Go now.”
“Are you sure I should leave you here?”
“I’m sure.”
“Louisa has a guy sitting in a car down the block.”
“That’s okay.”
He nodded. “It’ll get done.”
“Good.”
Ethan turned and began walking down the block. I watched him for a minute then headed back inside.
I didn’t want to kill Myers. I didn’t want to kill anyone. But the man was becoming a problem, and I couldn’t have problems. Especially not right now when I was beginning a relationship with a fledgling mafia. I needed to take Myers out and send a message to all the other fucking lawyers in the state.
I was the top dog. If they wanted to get by, they needed to play my fucking game. Otherwise, things ended very, very badly for them.
Maybe I was overreacting with Myers, but I needed to have a heavy hand right now. There could be no questions about what happened when you crossed me. If I was going to start seizing more power, I needed to begin with the little guys. I needed them to know that if you didn’t do as I asked, you disappeared.
Ethan was quiet and efficient. We’d taken care of problems in the past, and I knew this would be no different. There’d be no connection to me, and Ethan wouldn’t get caught.
I found Louisa leaning up against the wall in the parlor room, her arms crossed. I walked right up to her and kissed her hard, not wanting to waste a single second.
I’d been thinking about her body ever since I last saw her. Her gorgeous fucking curves, her tight fucking pussy. I was ravenous for her, starving, a fucking animal that needed to be fed. I pushed her back against the wall and took her arms, putting her hands up above her head. I kissed her hard, sliding the hem of her dress up her thighs with my other hand until I could feel her soaking fucking pussy.
I knew she’d be dripping wet, but just feeling it drove me crazy. I yanked her panties down, roughly pulling them over her thighs, and began to slowly work her pussy while kissing her mouth.
She mouthed against my lips as I pressed my fingers inside of her. I kept her pinned to that wall, hands above her head, fingers working her spot. I slid them out and rolled along her clit,
working that tight cunt, loving the feeling of her slick juice against my fingers.
“Wyatt,” she moaned as I kissed her neck.
“Don’t say a word,” I answered. “Don’t speak. You’re mine for right now.”
She nodded, eyes wide, mouth open. I pressed my fingers inside of her again and savored the gasp she made.
My cock was rock hard, trying to burst from my pants. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I forced her down to her knees and she greedily unzipped them, pulling off my belt.
She took my cock in her hand and worshipped it, sliding her tongue up and down its length. “You fucking love that cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said.
“I told you not to speak. Now I’ll have to punish you.” I pressed my cock between her lips and she moaned as I forced it down her throat. “That’s all I want to hear. The sound of my cock in your fucking throat.”
She gagged and sucked me, sloppy and wet. Her tongue rolled around me as I pressed her down, fucking her throat and face, pressing it deep into her. She wasn’t stopping or holding back as she gagged on my cock, taking me as deep into her throat as she could. I loved taking her, fucking her pretty little mouth.
She pulled back with a gasp, staring up at me and jerking off my length with both hands. I tipped her chin toward me.
“You’re so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat,” I said. “But you’re even more gorgeous with my cock between your legs.”
She nodded, obedient and quiet. I pulled her to her feet and spun her around, hiking her dress up, forcing her panties all the way off. I pushed her up against the wall so that her face was flush with it as I slowly pressed my cock deep inside of her wet little cunt.
She moaned as I filled her. I loved her tight, wet, warm little cunny as I pushed deep into her. I took her wrists and pressed them flat against the wall, pinning her there, holding her there as I slowly slid myself in and out of her.
“Take my big cock princess,” I said to her. “Come for me like the dirty fucking girl I know you are.”
She worked her hips back against me, pressed her ass into me as I slammed into her. I wanted to take every inch of her, make her feel me for days. I fucked her rough and she matched me. I knew she loved taking my cock, and I knew she liked it when I was rough to her. I was so fucking hard as I slammed into her.
“I love spreading this pussy wide along my cock,” I said. “I love making you beg for it.” I released her one hand and reached around her, working her clit. “You filthy fucking girl. I want to make you moan.”
I worked her clit as I fucked her and her only response was to moan louder, to work her hips faster, bucking back against me.
We fucked like that, rutting like animals, our bodies twisting and working together. I pinned her hard and fucked her harder, working her clit, moving her there, pushing her there. She was mine, all mine, her tight pussy was mine, her pretty mouth was mine, and I was going to take what I wanted. I was going to take every single inch of her dripping wet body.
Sweat was dripping from my brow as we worked together like that, my cock sliding along her slick pussy. Her moans got louder, more insistent as we reached a fever pitch, her ass slamming back against me. I wanted to break her so badly that it felt so fucking good, and just then, as I thrust harder, rougher, she began to come.
I kept it up. I worked her clit, fucking her mercilessly, and she gripped the wall with both hands, moaning, digging her fingers into the plaster. I took that pussy and made it mine as she came like the dirty fucking girl I knew she was.
When she finished, she looked over my shoulder with that look in her eyes, and I knew she was mine. It was a look that meant she wanted more.
“I’m going to make every inch of you mine,” I said, pulling out of her. She gasped.
I spit into my palm and rubbed it into my cock.
“Wyatt,” she said.
I pressed myself against her perfect ass and pushed all the way inside of her.
She tipped her head back, moaning. I filled her tight hole with my thick cock, slowly pushing deeper.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“That’s right,” I said. “Every inch. Every fucking inch of you. I’m going to come inside of you, and you’re going to thank me.”
“Wyatt, I don’t know.”
I began to slowly slide in and out of her ass, fucking her gently, slowly at first, working her up to it. She moaned, face flat against the wall, but she took my cock without complaints.
“Do you fucking like that?” I asked, pulling her hair. “Do you like this big dick inside of your tight little ass?”
“Please,” she moaned. “Oh my god. I can’t believe you even fit.”
“I knew you could take it.” I kept fucking her, pleasure rocking through my body. I was so fucking close already, desire and need ringing through me. I needed to release, needed to come in her little ass as I kept fucking her.
I began to thrust harder. She moaned, taking me, letting me fuck her how I wanted. I knew I was so fucking close as I continue to slide into her, pushing deeper and deeper.
“Come for me, Wyatt,” she begged.
“Fuck.” I groaned, gripping her hips, and I came in thick, heavy spurts. I came in her tight ass, filling her, groaning the whole time. “Shit,” I gasped.
She moaned, head tipped back. “Oh shit,” she said. “I can’t believe how good that felt.”
I slowly pulled out, shaking my head. “I nearly blacked out.”
She turned and looked at her panties. I picked them up and put them in my pocket. “These are mine now.”
She frowned. “I need those.”
“No. I want you to think about me keeping them. And the next time I see you, I’m going to gag you with them and fuck you until you can’t think.”
She stared at me for a moment then nodded. “I should go.”
I grabbed her and kissed her hard, pleasure and desire ringing through me.
This was my business partner, but she was so much more than that. I wanted every bit of her. Even after having what I wanted, I still needed more, like there was never enough of her.
I didn’t know where we were going, all I knew was that I wanted to get there with Louisa.
14
Louisa
I could still feel him as a pleasurable ache when I woke up the next morning. I stayed in bed later than I normally did thinking about the way Wyatt took me, pressing me rough against the wall and fucking my ass, never asking for permission, just knowing that I wanted it.
And god, was he right. I’d never had a man inside of me like that before, and yet it felt so incredibly right with him. Somehow, letting him take me however he wanted was natural and exciting, something I’d never experienced with a man before.
It wasn’t like he was the first person I’d ever been with. Just because I locked myself away in my bedroom, didn’t mean I never had any visitors. But Wyatt was the first one that felt like he was fully in control. Normally I was the one making the first move, being the one to take charge. I was always the one on top.
But not with Wyatt. He could take me and control me in ways that I’d never understood before.
I got out of bed and padded out into the hallway. I went into the bathroom and did my normal morning routine. As I came out, Kasia was stepping out of her room.
“Lou,” she said. “I need to talk.”
I sighed. “Coffee first.”
“It’s important.”
“Coffee first.” I walked down the hall and into the kitchen. Kasia followed me. I made some coffee while she sat at the table, clearly annoyed and taking it out on a banana.
Once the coffee was done brewing, I drank a big sip and sat down.
“Okay,” I said.
“I found a mafia spot,” she said. “It’s perfect.”
“Are there girls?”
“No,” she said. “Well, it’s a strip club.”
“Strippers aren’t sex slaves
.”
“They’re being taken advantage of.”
“Not exactly. Is that all?”
“No. It has guns. Lots of guns. And money.”
I raised an eyebrow. “How do you know?”
“I have a girl on the inside. She feeds me information. Told me late last night that she saw the cash and the guns hidden away in the basement.”
“I don’t like that,” I said. “Feels too convenient.”
“I trust her.”
“I know. And I trust you.”
“This is good. We can take this place. They aren’t expecting it.”
“How well protected is it?”
“Not very well at all.”
“Why wouldn’t they guard a bunch of guns and cash?”
“Probably because they think we don’t know about it.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “The mafia is arrogant, Kasia, but are they that arrogant?”
“Yes,” she said. “They are.”
She was probably right. I’d been in the mafia for a very long time, and especially in the Barone family, there was this sense that they were invincible. The police were paid off, their enemies were smaller, everyone was afraid of them. A lot of the guys felt invincible, especially the men at the top.
But they weren’t so stupid as to leave a big cache of cash and guns unguarded. That was just stupid.
Still, Kasia was rarely wrong. She was my second in command for a reason. I trusted her judgment on things like this, and she was very good at getting information from women all over the city.
“Are you sure?” I asked her.
“I’m sure, Lou.”
“Okay then. Do it.”
I knew that was against my instincts, but I had to trust Kasia. I couldn’t manage absolutely everything, and had to delegate certain tasks down to my inferiors. Kasia was good at what she did, and I had to trust that she’d make the right decision.
“Thank you,” she said, standing.
“Keep it small,” I said. “Take five girls. No more.”
She frowned. “Okay.”
“We can’t risk more on this. Take your five best.”