“God, random mob guy. You’re really going to kill me.” I chuckle, low and hard at that.
Then she looks up, and her eyes blaze. Her thighs grip tight around my hips and her neck reddens. She bucks her hips, moving with a liquid flow. But faster. Harder.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, random mob guy. Fill me. Give it to me.”
There’s no holding back now. I watch shamelessly as her pussy lips squeeze and suck on my fat pole. Her moans and gasping sighs spur me on. The softness of her ass in my hands makes me tighten and harden. My abs and my thighs tense. All my muscles buzz and zing.
She writhes and shouts, clawing and gasping.
Her ass rocks. She moans. Her back arcs.
I grip her ass tight. A glow inside me spreads out and my thighs clench. A roar tears out of my The pulsating beat from my balls blasts up the length of my cock.
I hammer and strain. I lose control and let go a fountain of cum in long, thick bursts.
She clambers up, leaning up to me, still rocking on my cock, reaching for my face, pleading, quizzical with her eyes, open-mouthed. Needing. We kiss. Wet. Soft. Tender.
This moment is golden.
All the dark echoes, all the reasons I shouldn’t have let this happen, are waiting, just out of sight. But here, now, I’m feeling more content and at peace than I ever did.
Of course it doesn’t last. Holding her in my arms right now seems like the most wrong thing I can possibly do.
I ignore the feelings, but they stay with me. They don’t go away.
Chapter Ten
Finn
“What do you think?” Her voice is drowsy. “Would you have got your money’s worth?”
“For ten K?”
“You said you go to twenty.”
“Well, you probably were worth the ten.”
She pinches me. Hard. I go on, “Most of it, anyway.”
I hold her close. “So, I suppose that didn’t mean anything to you, either.”
“Not a thing. Only now, I really do hate you.” She jabs me and pokes me.
“Well, if you hate me so much, I won’t fuck you again.”
“That’s okay, random mob guy,” she rubs her head against me. “I’ll fuck you.”
Already I want that, so much. But once was one time too many.
I change the subject. “You said you were hungry?”
She leans her head against my chest. “Are you offering to order takeout, or does my random mob guy actually cook?” Feeling her lean against me makes me comfortable. I’m warm and contented. I shouldn’t be giving in to any of this. But I never really felt like this with a woman before.
“I feel objectified when you say that.”
“Okay.” She squeezes. And she murmurs into my chest, “That’s good.”
If I didn’t know better, I would say there’s a tender trace of real affection in her embrace. Could it be that my mafia princess sex witch has a soft side?
“And, yes,” I tell her. “I’m a real modern guy. I cook. I can make you perfect, weightless omelettes, or if you’re really hungry, I can sear you a juicy steak with fries and a fresh, crisp salad.”
“Mm. I’ll have the steak. Are you going to make me wait out here and bring it out to me like a convict?”
I say, “My worry, letting you in the house is, you could bust out and run away.”
“From what I saw on the way here, I would have to literally run, and a pretty long way. Most of the way back to Main Street Station, before I found a cab. Or a cop. Or even another human being.”
I say, “You could try and stop someone on the road.”
“Is this your first visit to Nevada, mob guy? If anyone out here stops for a woman on the road, you know you don’t want to get into their car at any price.”
“Afraid you might be kidnapped?”
“You’re a funny guy, you know that?”
I give her a squeeze. It’s hard not to like her. I’m trying, and failing. I ask if she wants to take a shower.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away?”
“You won’t get out of the window in the bathroom. It’s sealed up.”
She doesn’t move. “How long do you plan to keep me here?”
“Not long. But I have to get instructions.”
“Oh. My random mob guy takes orders.”
I shrug. I shouldn’t have let her get me into this line of talk.
“Of course,” she says, “I just remembered.”
“What?”
“I forget, because you’ll always be random mob guy to me. But you told me your name!” She bites my side. Hard. “That means you plan to kill me. Right?”
“Oh, no. I was just being polite. I need you to stay alive and healthy. If you fetch up dead, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“You’re kidnapping me to order?”
“It’s not really like that. But, yeah. It’s a job, I guess.”
“How much?”
“No, I said. It’s not like that.”