by Sam Crescent
Her hair fell all around her, and her face was void of any makeup. Just the way he liked her. He saw how nervous she was as well when she entered his office.
“Are you busy?”
“I’ve got nothing to be busy about.” He’d made her aware how these next four weeks were supposed to be spent. Three and a half now, but he wasn’t going to let her know he had a deadline.
Each night, when it was late, he’d go to their room where Laura would be passed out, and he’d take the precious time to pull her into his arms. It wasn’t something he was used to, feeling this connection with a woman, but with Laura, it was different. He liked holding her and for a few moments, watching her sleep.
She always looked so peaceful.
Sipping at his whiskey, he saw her glancing around the room.
“There are no guards here if that is what you’re worried about.”
“Do you fear being attacked?”
“No. It will happen, but if it does, I will always be ready.”
“How can you ever truly be ready for something like that?”
“Practice. Age. It doesn’t take a fourteen-year-old boy long to know there are people willing to kill him, regardless of his age.”
“Even then?”
“Laura, the life of a mafia man isn’t easy. We’ve got a young shelf life, mostly.”
She stepped into the room and lowered herself down onto the sofa opposite him.
“I don’t want to be unhappy.”
He waited for her to continue.
She licked her lips and once again looked around the room, clearly trying to figure out the right words to say.
“When I married, I wanted it to be for love.”
“As do most women.”
“It’ll never happen for me. Love won’t ever come into my life. I’ve got to … just live with what I’ve got.”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“No, I don’t know. I think so.”
“Laura, it doesn’t matter if you accept what is happening or not, you’re not going to be able to find anyone else. The moment you married me, you became mine.”
“And if something happens to you?” she asked.
“Planning on killing me?”
“No, of course not. Why would you think that?”
“You and I, we’ve not got anything in common, and we’ve never gotten along.”
“You’ve bullied me my whole life, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
Now this did surprise him. “Do you have a little crush on me?”
“No!” She glared at him. “I don’t have a crush on you.”
“But you’re attracted to me. You can’t deny what your pussy wants.”
“I’m trying to be nice here, and you’re making it impossible for me to do so.” She didn’t stand up though.
“I like the fire is back. It wasn’t right you being so quiet.” He leaned back in his chair. His dick was already hardening as he wondered if she wore a pair of her childish pajamas or one of the sheer negligees he’d picked out.
Her curvy body was not designed to be swamped in sweats and pajamas too many sizes too big for her.
“I don’t want to be unhappy. I’d like to make this work.”
“You and me?”
“Yes. This is our marriage, and we can’t get out of it. I doubt you want to be married to a bitch, do you?”
“You’ve got that right. No bitch is required for me, thank you.” He sipped at his whiskey. “Would you like some?”
“No. I want a clear head.”
“Suit yourself.”
“I don’t want to get pregnant,” she said.
“You don’t have a choice there.”
“Why?”
“None of your business.”
“This is my body.”
“I’ve got orders.”
“And getting me pregnant is one of them?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any attraction to me at all?”
“Where is this conversation going?” he asked. He couldn’t tell her what was at stake or that her mother had been denied the right to have more children because of her grandparents’ will.
The Davis fortune would belong to them once again. It was a legit business, but they could use the resources to help channel their other endeavors.
Whatever The Boss’s reasoning for getting it back, it was now his, or would be in the event of Laura’s pregnancy.
“I … I don’t know anything. I don’t understand what is going on. I’m confused, scared, and I don’t like feeling this way.” She stood up and began to pace. He stared at her legs, which were exposed beneath the robe.
“Take the robe off,” he said.
“Marcus?”
“Take the robe off.” Another sip of his whiskey and he waited. He wouldn’t ask her again, and if she only came to him to talk, he was going to take a very cold shower.
She removed the robe, placing it on the back of the sofa.
His wife had decided to wear one of the negligees he’d gotten for her. He doubted she even knew he’d been the one to pick out her clothes for her.
“There, happy?”
“You want to know if my attraction to you is real.” He stood up and moved the coffee table out of the way.
Taking hold of her arm, he pulled her close, and she stumbled a little but righted herself when she was in front of him.
“If you’re being ordered around to have sex with me, to get me pregnant, if we don’t even have an attraction, what can we do to make this a happy marriage?”
“I’m supposed to believe overnight you’ve changed your mind and want our marriage to be a real one?” he asked.
“I want it to be a happy one. It’s already real, Marcus. I don’t want to be like those other couples I’ve seen at family get-togethers. I don’t like them. The women, they hate their lives. I can see it in the way they look at their husbands. They are afraid.” He saw tears glisten in her eyes. “I don’t want to be afraid of you. Is that too much to ask? I know we have our past and it’s not a good one, but we can get past it.”
He put his hand on her shoulder, feeling her slight tremble. Sliding his hand down, he cupped her tit, rubbing his palm against the peak. Letting her go, he took her hand and placed it over the hard ridge of his dick.
“This is what you do to me, Laura.” He pushed her hand inside his pants, making her take him naked in hand. “This isn’t out of any duty. I like this on you.” With his other hand he circled her nipple, seeing the outline through the fabric of her negligee. “This suits you. But I like it even more when it’s not on you.” He pushed the strap off one arm, letting it fall beneath her generous tit.
He loved her tits. They were ripe, full, and begging to be sucked. He flicked one tip with his thumb, and she let out a moan.
“Marcus?”
“I can promise you I will never hurt you unless you make me. You will always be safe with me, and I won’t ever make you do something you don’t want to do. However, you have to give me a child. No matter what, I cannot budge on that. You’ve got to give me something so I can give you back.” It was the only thing he could offer.
He didn’t want an unhappy marriage either.
With Laura to become the mother of his children, he didn’t want to live in a nightmare to raise them. In the name of his family and The Boss, he would do it. He would do anything required of him, but if he could bargain for something better, he wouldn’t back down, and would give this a shot with Laura. The girl he’d hated for a long time.
Chapter Eight
Four years ago
Laura had never in all of her life been attacked or at the mercy of anyone else. Her hands shook as Marcus marched her up to his penthouse suite. She didn’t know if this was one of his father’s or his.
“You’re hurting me,” she said.
“You need to be fucking hurt with how you put yourself in danger. You claim to be intell
igent, but walking around in the dark—”
“I should be free to do just that. To not have some man come and attack me.” She’d been heading home when he pulled her down the alley. No one had come to her rescue if anyone had even seen her at all.
Clearly no one had, as otherwise she wouldn’t be in the predicament she was in now.
Marcus threw her down onto the sofa, and she stayed silent as he dealt with her parents, then his own before turning off his cell phone, sitting in front of her and glaring.
“You could have been killed.”
“It’s not my fault.”
“Where are your guards?”
“I don’t have any. I don’t need any.”
“That will change.”
“You can’t do this. You killed someone. Don’t you care?”
“No! You want to know why? That disgusting prick would have raped you. He’d have taken something that wasn’t his to have, and then killed you because of it. If I hadn’t done what I did, you’d be dead by now. There’s no way I could have let him live.”
“I hate you.” She couldn’t stop seeing the man or the way Marcus had slashed his throat. It hadn’t even been hard to do.
He’d held his head and run his knife across the skin.
So easy.
She shivered.
“Fuck. You know what, you can hate me. I don’t give a fuck. You already hated me to start with, and you’ve pissed me off now. I wasn’t there to rescue you. I was there to get some fucking pussy, and now I can’t have that.”
She started to shake, not out of fear, but she couldn’t control herself.
It had to be the shock. There was no other reason for her to suddenly start shaking.
Marcus cursed.
He removed his jacket, draped it over her shoulders, and before she knew what was happening, he’d pulled her into his lap. His fingers stroked through her hair as if he had a right to touch her.
Did he?
She closed her eyes, and against all of her better judgment, sought comfort in him.
****
“After the baby, will you kill me?”
“No.”
“How can I be sure?”
“My kid is going to need a mother. The only way you’re going to die, sweetheart, is if someone else takes care of it.” He cupped her hand, which was still on his penis. “Are we really going to have this conversation when you want to know if I’m attracted to you?”
She bit her lip, wanting to work a way out of their situation, but she also didn’t come into his office in the hope of finding a solution. She came for his cock, to feel the pleasure of him riding her.
Laura didn’t know where this need had come from. She’d never been controlled by her hormones, but Marcus, he’d awakened something within her, and knowing there was no going back on it, she wanted to be with him.
Squeezing his length, she marveled at how soft his length was but hard at the same time. Working up and down, she moved the foreskin back and heard him groan as he cupped her tit. He fingered her nipple before moving to the other strap of her negligee to pull it down and reveal her tit.
He let go of her breast, grabbing her negligee, and she had no choice but to release him as he took it off her, throwing it across the room.
Feeling a little bold, she grabbed his pants and sank to her knees in front of him to help remove his. With her face directly in front of his cock, she didn’t know what to do. Her heart raced as she stared at his member.
“Are you just going to look at it?”
“What … can I do what you did to me on our wedding night?”
“You want to suck my cock?”
“I don’t know.”
“I forget how innocent you are.” He stroked her hair, pushing back the strands.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Not right now. I love the fact no other man has been able to see you like this or to teach you.”
She stared up at him. Even as her hands shook with nerves, she wrapped her fingers around his length. “Tell me what to do.” She didn’t want to be like any other woman for Marcus.
Pushing her fears to one side, she focused on being with him, and keeping the past behind them.
“First, I want you to see if you even want to taste me on your mouth. Show me your tongue. That’s it. Now, I want you to touch the tip of my dick. Taste it.”
She leaned in close and slid her tongue across the tip of him, tasting his essence. It was a little salty but not something she was averse to.
“Now, put your whole mouth around me, and suck me in deep.”
With her hand wrapped around the length of him, she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, and she closed her eyes. It was weird at first as she swallowed him down. She went down to where her hand held him, then back up, before doing the same.
He grabbed her hair, wrapping the length around his fist as he pumped his dick into her mouth.
Opening her eyes, she stared back up at him, and he was watching her intently.
“Don’t use your teeth. Suck a little harder. Fuck. Yes. Like that.”
She watched him as she followed his instruction, finding it rather heady for him to lose control as she used her mouth on him. His hand on her head guided her, and she closed her eyes as he hit the back of her throat. Bobbing her head up and down, he pushed and she choked down on him. He didn’t force her to take more, and she came up, licking the tip of his cock.
“I love seeing your mouth wrapped around my dick. Suck on it, baby. Take it a little deeper.”
She flicked her tongue across the tip and took him back into her mouth, staring up at him. He began to thrust into her mouth as she worked him. He wasn’t hurried in his touch.
“Fuck, I could get used to this. To think all of this time, we could have been enjoying each other rather than hating each other.” He held her hair tightly and showed her how to go a little faster. She didn’t panic as he hit her throat, pushing her boundaries even more.
Over and over, he worked her mouth, and when she thought he was about to lose control, he pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back until she was on the stairs. “Now, it’s my turn to lick you.”
“But, you didn’t finish.”
“And I’m not going to.”
“Because you want to come inside me?” She felt her cheeks heating but also a little annoyed because he was on a mission to get her pregnant and she didn’t have any choice in the matter.
He chuckled. “No, it’s not.” He spread her thighs open, and she put her hands on top of his in an attempt to stop him.
“Then why? You can’t deny you want to get me pregnant. I know you do.”
He sighed. “You’re not wrong. I want to knock you up. I want to get you pregnant with my kid, but this is your first time and I was actually being a gentleman rather than forcing you to swallow my cum. Is that too much to offer?”
“Oh.”
“I want to fuck you. I want to fill you with my cum and to see you pregnant with my kid, but I also don’t want it to be the only thing we do. I’m not going to kill you. You’re going to live a long and healthy life, and I’m going to be a part of that. We agreed to make this work. The only way to do that, is to be honest with each other.”
“You’re going to be honest with me?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“You think I don’t want to fill this pretty mouth with my seed? I do. I want to see you swallow it down, but being the nice little virgin, I figured you’d want a little more time to get accustomed to feeling that.” He pressed a kiss to her knee. “I can rush through it all if you’d like.”
“No, I’m fine.”
She’d been stupid, and rather than just enjoy his touch, she’d made a big deal out of nothing.
He kissed up the inside of her thigh, and she closed her eyes, loving the way his stubble grazed across her flesh. She’d never seen or felt him like this. He was always clean shaven, always representi
ng his family. He held her thighs open wide and pressed his face against her pussy. She let out a gasp as she licked from her entrance up to her clit, then back down back, plunging inside her. His grip on her thighs tightened, but she didn’t care. She knew it would leave bruises, but it was helping her to stay focused, to prolong the pleasure of his touch.
Marcus suckled on her clit, using his teeth as well as his mouth to heighten her need.
“I want you to come all over my face, and then I’m going to fuck you.” He pushed two fingers inside her as he went back to licking and sucking at her clit.
He twisted his fingers, stroking a magical spot within her. She cried out as he touched a part of her she’d never explored before.
“Yes!”
She screamed as she came close to the edge, and this time, Marcus didn’t guide her slowly. He pushed her over the edge of pleasure, and she exploded, coming so hard and fast. He fingered her clit, removing his tongue from her body, and he slid between her thighs. He grasped her hips, found her entrance, and slammed deep within her. She whimpered his name as he pulled out.
“Look at us. Watch my dick.”
Laura stared down at his length, covered in her arousal as he slammed inside her. With each withdrawal, she saw how wet she was with the evidence glistening on his length.
In and out.
He fucked her hard, and she loved it. Marcus pulled her close, claiming her lips, and he kissed her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let out a moan and whimpered as his cock went even deeper.
He picked her up, surprising her with his sheer strength as he moved her toward one of his sofas. She wrapped her legs around his waist, rocking on his dick as he showed her what he wanted. His hands on her ass guided her up and down his length as she took him.
In the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t trust him.
Marcus was after something.
But she didn’t want to stop, only enjoy the feel of him inside her.
For now, she would call a truce in order to make her life as easy as possible. There were no other words for it. She had to make this work in order to find the means of getting away. She wanted her freedom more than she wanted to fight him.
When he came, she felt the pulse of his cock as he filled her, and she moaned his name, desperate for more.