Bad, Very Bad Shifters- The Complete Mega Bundle

by Daniella Wright

  “Oh my god. Good, so good. Don’t stop…”

  Her pleas came out, strangled sighs. I could feel her pulsing around me, her wet walls tight around my long hard length. She was close all right, so damn close and I wanted to feel it. Once more my fingers trailed between her legs, circling over the pleasure bud nestled between her silky folds. She gasped when I touched her there, rocking her hips harder against my own when she did. I stroked her there, pressing hard, using her body to my advantage as I gave her what she wanted, made her body shake with how good it felt for her. She was delirious on the pleasure, and I was high in giving it to her. It was like it was my sole purpose – make her scream my name, make her want me the way I wanted her –

  “Nero –!”

  Her back arched off the bed as she came, flooding her juices around my length. The way she cried out and clung to me. it had to be so much, so much, but I wasn’t done with her – no, not at all.

  She sobbed in pleasure as I kept going, my fingers and length between her legs, pushing her past her limits. She panted, her chest heaving with every heavy breath that she took, with every moan and whine that fell from her pretty lips.

  “Too much, god it’s too much, Nero—”

  I silenced her with my mouth, kissing her quiet as she clung to me, her nails stinging down my back. She moaned against my lips, and I couldn’t help but shudder at the feel of her pressing desperately to me.

  “Cum in me. Please. I need it, Nero. I want to feel you.”

  I groaned, unable to help myself. I kept my mouth on hers, kissing her as I worked towards my own completion, as well, as I kept her at the cusp of hers. When I came, it was hard, deep within her, filling her womanhood until it dripped out of her – a testament of my want and desire for her. I rolled my hips into her until I was spent, though I remained inside her even as I softened.

  “God you feel good,” I murmured.

  Slowly, I rolled us, laying us to our sides. I continued to keep myself inside her, liking the connection as I looked at her. Her face was flushed pink, sweaty, her eyes dark and glazed as she looked at me. She was truly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

  “What’s that look for?” she questioned after a moment, smiling a little before she nuzzled against my chest. I chuckled a little, not knowing if I would get away with telling her my thoughts.

  “Nothing,” I said. “I’m just having a good time…”

  Aggressive Negotiations

  Elizabeth

  Five months.

  It had been five months since I had made my arrangement with Nero Adams. Five months since I told him I would give him my body in exchange for the money to clear my father’s debts. Five months since he’d first touched me.

  In those five months, I learned a lot about him. I learned he didn’t really like his line of work, but did it because he had to. I learned that he was a fan of rock and rap, even though the combination was a bit strange. When he was a boy, he had been in band (played the saxophone, according to him, though not very well.) He liked to tell jokes. He liked his drinks strong.

  I liked him. More than one should like a man to whom they whored themselves out to. Certainly more than a friend.

  I didn’t know when it happened. Somewhere between learning that more than money, he wanted a family, in the tiny moments that we shared together where he wasn’t driving into me and bringing me to ecstasy. It made me feel something for him. I didn’t think that it was very wise of me – couldn’t possibly be sane.

  Whatever my feelings, I knew that I would at least have to put them on the back burner until my father’s debts were paid. Nero was still giving me money, even slipping me extra, I’d noticed. I almost told him to stop, once. But money was money, and father needed it more than my pride needed to hope that all the extra time spent with him wasn’t just because I was giving him easy access to my body.

  I would just have to wait and see. There were more important things to worry about…

  Two weeks into the fifth month of my arrangement with Nero, Alec Lorenzo called me to his home.

  It was earlier than usual; I tended to make my payments at the end of the month, not in the beginning of it. I wondered if my father had managed to incur more debt while I had been paying it off. I prayed that he hadn’t; that would only anger the Lorenzo’s further, and I had no desire to bring their wrath on my father further, nor myself for that matter.

  I arrived at twelve, pulling up to the sprawling mansion. It was nothing like Ray’s, where Nero conducted his business. Ray’s was seedy; Alec Lorenzo’s home was austere and it made me swallow every time I came over to deliver their monthly payment. I walked up to the front, apprehensive, each step heavy. He hadn’t told me what he wanted to see me for, just that he wished to ‘talk’ with me.

  I was let in. The servant didn’t speak to me, and the thin man never had since the first day that I had come over, begging that they take my money in exchange for leaving my father alone. All he did was walk me through echoing halls, carpeted by ancient rugs that had certainly seen brighter homes. I was taken to Alec Lorenzo’s office, where the servant knocked for me, and left.

  I waited.

  “Come in.”

  The voice that sounded was old, worn, the voice of someone who had smoked far too many cigarettes in his lifetime to be justified. I turned the knob of the door and entered, coughing a little at the scent of smoke.

  Alec Lorenzo sat behind his desk, long grey hair pulled back, the Cherrywood hiding his large pot belly. Caracts clouded his eyes like his cigar smoke fogged up the room; neither seemed to bother him.

  “Ah, Ms. Love. Please sit.” I did so, knowing that I had very little choice in the matter.

  “Mr. Lorenzo,” I said politely. “Is there a problem? I was under the impression my payment wasn’t due until the end of the month. Was I mistaken?”

  He coughed, hacking into his hand before smiling at me, a great yellowed, toothy expression.

  “It’s your payment that I wanted to discuss, though less in terms of you needing to pay me and more in terms of who’s paying you; I had no idea that your income came from Nero Adams.”

  From within his desk, he pulled out a folder. He slid it over to me, and my heart pounded in my chest; anxiety raced through me. Inside were pictures of Nero and I, namely ones of us having sex. It was embarrassing that Alec Lorenzo had them, and knowing that Nero and he had bad blood, I feared what the man across from me would do.

  “I only needed the money,” I began to explain. “It wasn’t to insult –”

  “Child. If I thought that you were trying to insult me, I would have shot you already,” he said. “No. I look at this more as an opportunity. You know that the man Nero Adams called father killed my only son, yes?” he asked. I nodded. “Yes… Little scuffle that ended badly. An accident, apparently. Skipped town before blood could be repaid. And there you are. Close to his son.”

  “We’re not close,” I said immediately. “I only… Work for him.”

  “Ha! Work. I suppose if bending over for him and letting him in that tight pie of yours is work, you can tell yourself that, Ms. Love. I didn’t call her here to argue over your employment status, however. I called you here to make a deal.”

  He sounded pleasant about it, but I felt I couldn’t trust him. His Cheshire smile was far too devious and self-satisfied to mean anything good; and he wasn’t a good man either way.

  “What sort of deal?”

  “The sort that would erase your father’s debts to my family, and give me my retribution for my son. I want Nero Adams’ life, Ms. Love. I do believe you can help me get it?”

  Fight or Flight

  Nero

  I need to talk to you.

  She had sounded so desperate on the phone when she’d called. She hadn’t even given me a chance to say hello before that blurted out of her. On a normal day, I’d have teased her. Asked her maybe if she was that needy for what I could give her, now that she wasn’
t so averse to flirting back with me. But this wasn’t that; there was desperation in Elizabeth, and I hated to think about what could have had her coming to me a second time for help.

  It was strange to care about someone like that. Where I actually felt nervous and worried about what was going to happen. There were people that were close to me – the people that worked with me, who had worked for my father before. But none of them were like Elizabeth. None of them…

  Hell. I had come to actually want her, more than just for sex or to see how far she’d let me push her. She would never want to associate with me after everything was said and done, her father’s debts paid. She wanted a quiet life away from all of this. I was hardly the kind of man that could pull that for her.

  I waited for her at Ray’s, sitting on the front stoop. It was the middle of the day; there were patrons inside drinking but hardly anything to write home about at this time in the middle of the week. When she pulled up in her Dodge, I stood, putting out my cigarette. She was dressed nice, like she’d just come from a meeting. My head tilted, and I eyed her. She looked anxious, but mostly, she seemed to be sad. My thoughts instantly went to her father when I saw the tears threatening at the corner of her eyes. She instantly came to my arms, something that surprised me but also made my heart leap.

  “Elizbeth, are you okay?”

  “He wants to kill you,” she said immediately. I paused. “He told me… he said if I helped him kill you he’d… he’d…”

  “Hey. Hey. Come on. Let’s get you a drink and you can tell me what you’re talking about.”

  We ended up in my office, a bottle of Jack between us. She began to explain.

  “Alec Lorenzo. He called me over earlier. He found out about us – about how I’m getting the money to pay for my father’s debts,” she said. “He said that if I helped him kill you, that he would get rid of my father’s debts for me. He’s still angry about his son, been waiting for revenge for so long…”

  I cursed. Lorenzo and I had always gone back and forth. Man was too bitter for his own good. This was the first time that he had tried to get one of my own to turn on me –

  The thought makes me pause. Since when had I started thinking of Elizabeth as one of my own?

  I pinched the bridge of my nose, before looking at her.

  “What did you tell him? Did you agree?” Perhaps this was just her giving me the courtesy of warning me before she put a bullet in my head. After all, around her I was unarmed. I never prepared for anything deadly when it came to dealing with her.

  “It’s what I told him. But I don’t want to. I don’t know how to reconcile this but I don’t want you dead… even if it helps my father… your life isn’t supposed to pay for his mistakes – ”

  “How long do we have before everything sets into motion?”

  She wiped at her nose.

  “I told him that I would convince you to meet with him. He plans to ambush you. I told him that you might not want to meet with him, on his turf, however. From there I don’t know. He does have someone watching my house though. To make sure I don’t decide to skip town,” she said bitterly. “They also… they took my father. For insurance.”

  I didn’t know what to say. This was a lot for her. It was enough that she had gotten involved with this mess to begin with. That she had had to turn to me and my money to fix her father’s problems with the Lorenzo’s. If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be going through this.

  I stood, walking to her. My hands cupped her face, thumbs smoothing over her cheekbones.

  “I’ll figure something out, Elizabeth,” I promised. “You’re in this situation because of who I am, and what Alec Lorenzo wants. Don’t worry; we’ll get through this.”

  I could only hope that that was true.

  Last Stand

  Elizabeth

  I stayed with Nero that night. He had a spare room in the back of Ray’s, and we lost ourselves in each other for what could have been our last night together.

  I had no experience with disputes like this; only what could be heard on the news, read in papers, discussed with friends in a café. But it was very real that Alec Lorenzo had my father. He wanted to kill the man that I had come to care for. I was caught in the middle, in a situation that I had never thought that I would need to prepare for.

  We got undressed once everything settled down. I didn’t have any clothes to change into, so it was down to my underwear. I had a feeling of deep apprehension about me, like this was going to be the last time that we would be together. I wish that I could have called them silly fears – but disputes like this ended in bloodshed. I didn’t know how to manage those feelings, the hopelessness.

  I went to Nero.

  He got into the bed first, and I followed. I lay beside him, quiet for a moment, my heart beating. I didn’t think we would make love. We weren’t lovers, I had to remind myself. But I needed to feel him, I needed him inside me and I wanted to, at least one last time, to have him bring me to the heights of pleasure he had time and time again.

  “Take me,” I breathed out, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Please?”

  He didn’t deny me, and my body sang out as he laid me back on the bed. He kissed me, starting from my neck and working his way down. My bra was undone, moved out of the way so that his kisses could reach my breasts, his tongue darting out to flick over one teasingly before he suckled on it fully. It sent shocks of pleasure through my body, and my hands pushed into his hair as he made his way lower and lower. His mouth and teeth brushed over my stomach, rising goosebumps on my skin.

  When he got between my legs, he moved my panties out of the way, sliding them off my hips and down my legs. I let him between them, keeping my legs spread, bent at the knee. He took me in, bare naked beneath him, sex exposed and wet already, wanting him.

  “You’re damn gorgeous, you know?”

  My face flushed, and before I could reply to it, his mouth was at my thighs. I gasped, rising my hips up to him in need. He obliged, his tongue coming out to lave between my folds, trail up to the wanting bud that had me moaning when his tongue circled it.

  “Oh, Nero… that feels so good.”

  His hands kept my thighs spread apart as his mouth loved me, tongue always nestled deep against my womanhood or lips suckling at that pleasurable bud that kept me wet and my insides fluttering. It was so much, so good, and almost became too much when his mouth remained at my pleasure spot, and his fingers slipped inside me.

  They weren’t as thick as his length, but they didn’t to be. They were long and reached deep, stroking against intimate spots that had me rolling my hips with him. In and out, spreading, his fingers kept me going and going, until I was panting for him, back arching as I came over his fingers, a flood of pleasure wetting them further.

  “Please, Nero, don’t stop…”

  It was like a godsend when he pulled his fingers from me, only to replace them with his member. The swollen head pressed eagerly against my open sex, and he slipped in with an ease from how much I wanted him. My arms went around his shoulders, my legs to his waist as he began to thrust inside me. It always felt so full like this, so magnificently full and wonderful and I loved the way he fit inside me just right – thick and long, never painful though and he always reached those deep pleasure spots inside my womanhood that made me moan his name.

  It shouldn’t have felt so loving, the way he moved inside me, but it did. I felt loved in his arms as he kissed me, marked my body with his touches. Everything was heightened since I had reached my climax once already, and it was a high to be so close again, this time with what I really wanted.

  I pulled his face to mine, kissing him deeply, desperately. Words on the tip of my tongue I dare not say, but I put the feeling into the way I delved my tongue into his mouth, in how I nibbled and sucked on his lip. I hoped he could feel it, too, in how I clung so readily to him, wishing that we could spend the rest of our lives like this, our bodies entwined together.

  When we c
ame, it was together. My body arched into his, and he pressed fully into mine. His seed and my satisfaction mixed together, a sweet medley between my thighs that ran out when he slipped from inside me. We lay there together, wrapped in each other. I pressed my lips to his shoulder, nibbling on his skin as I breathed heavily. Perhaps it was greedy of me, but I wanted him again, and again. I hadn’t had nearly enough to be satisfied with him.

  Nero had similar ideas, it seemed. His hand trailed between my legs, prying my thighs open. His fingers ran through the evidence of our completion, easily sliding in and out of my sex. He had grown soft, though that didn’t deter me from taking him in my hand, stroking him as he slid in and out of me. With a moan and a hungry growl, he rolled so that he could press me to the bed, kissing me in full once more.

  We didn’t sleep anytime soon that night. I wished that it could have stayed that way.

  The next day, we began preparations. I had never spent much time at Ray’s, aside from the occasional time that Nero would insist we had drinks there. No one bothered us. I think it was because Nero knew that I didn’t feel comfortable in the beginning. Now though, I didn’t mind being there. Ironically, it felt safe, like it was where I needed to be.

  Nero had Ray’s closed, the only people there were of his own crew. The lot was filled with their bikes, and the inside of the bar was filled with them. His right-hand man, Adrien, was organizing everything.

  “Make sure families are doubled up so there’s no surprises in case they decide to target innocents. We’ll go on patrols to watch the roads and make sure everything is clear. Fabian, you’re riding with me and Nero. And you.” Adrien looked over at me, smiling even with the seriousness. “Nero said you’re going to ride with him.”

  I looked over to Nero in surprise. “I’m going with you?”

  “I spoke to Alec earlier. I told him you had informed me that he wanted to meet, and that I would be interested in talking. He seemed to be pleased with that. We set it up on neutral ground, he wants you there – no doubt to be there for the big reveal of betraying me.” He rolled his eyes. “Either way, he wanted you there. You’ll be on my bike with me.”