Beautiful Trouble: A Dark Mafia Romance

Only to build me back up and shatter me all over again.

“You drive me wild, Winter. Your mouth, your hips. Do you know how hard I am right now? Your tight cunt wrapped around my cock makes me want to walk away from my life and spend the rest of my days giving you pleasure. This is why I want to make you my wife. I need this every day, your obedience, your body, your lips and moans and screams. I want you to come for me then lick me clean and swallow every drop. I need you, Winter.”

He grabbed my hair and as he pulled, the orgasm ripped down my spine. I lost control for one blissful second as the pain of his hand against my scalp and the overwhelming pleasure of his cock slammed together and drove me over the edge into some new abyss I hadn’t known existed. I think I said his name, or begged him to keep going, or made some kind of sound, but for several seconds, I lost all connection with the physical world, and there was only pleasure.

When I finally came back down, he eased me off the chair and onto my knees.

His cock was thick, long, and hard. It glistened with my juices.

“Now, Winter. Lick me clean.”

I opened my mouth and obeyed.

It was one of the most erotic moments of my life. He stared while I tongued every inch of his shaft, from his balls to his head. Then I took him into my mouth slowly and sucked him hard. He stroked himself into my mouth once, twice, three times, before finally filling my throat with his orgasm.

I swallowed him and stuck out my tongue for his inspection when I was through.

“Very good,” he whispered and kissed me.

I held him there. Fingers tugged at his hair. “You can’t do that to me. You can’t make me feel that way.”

“I can, love. And I will.” He pulled back and collapsed into the chair. I looked at him uncertainly, but he gestured for me to come crawl into his lap.

Maybe I was crazy, maybe I was desperate and still a little insane from the orgasm, but I listened again.

He held me tight against him. His cock stayed half-hard the whole time.

If I wanted more, he’d give me more. There was no doubt in my mind.

I was in over my head, but I was beginning to like it.

17

Darren

Winter told me the story of why her parents divorced. I held her in front of the fire, our bodies naked, intertwined, damp with sweat and cum. I listened, asked questions, kissed her throat, and she rode me until she came in a blissful chorus of moans and gasps. I filled her pussy that time.

Afterwards, she was spent. She dressed and let me help her back to her room. I tucked her into bed, kissed her lips, and retreated back to my office.

That girl was going to kill me.

One way or the other, I was dead.

She’d plunge a knife into my heart—or she’d shape me into a better man. I didn’t know which.

But I was already changing.

I underestimated her. What she went through with her father and mother hardened her into something tough. That was what I saw—the granite-like will and the ability to handle stress and pain.

I admired that in her. Lesser women had crumbled before me over the years, but not Winter.

I slept fitfully, dreaming of her pussy, and woke early. I worked out, dressed, showered, and summon Pavlo down to attend my breakfast. He stood while I drank coffee and skimmed through the Wall Street Journal.

“How many men do we have?”

Pavlo answered instantly. “Fifty on hand. We can double that easily if we pull men from nearby assignments.”

“How many in total? Worldwide?”

“Three hundred, give or take. All very loyal and longtime employees. More if you want mercenaries.”

“That’s very good. Gather a hundred of our best soldiers and bring them along.”

“What’s the mission?”

Good old Pavlo didn’t miss a beat. I was sending him into a war and he reacted as though I’d asked him to pick up my groceries.

“Kill as many of the Drozdovs as you can.”

“Yes sir. Any rules of engagement?”

“None. Your mission is to sow chaos. The Patrenko family is working on the Liberto Mafia, and you will ensure the Drozdovs are busy as well. That will leave Roman with only the MacKennas, and their strength is currently diminished.”

“Very good, sir. When do we start?”

“Today. I have more detailed plans drafted in my office. I’ll send them to you soon. Gather the men.”

He nodded once then left.

I continued eating with a smile on my face.

Death was coming. So many men would die. Some in my employ, but more in Roman’s.

He tried to murder me on that road, just like he tried to murder my little brother ten years ago.