Mobbed Up Love
“So, the cleanups?” she asks, looking for some information.
“I do that about six times a month. Sometimes more depending on people’s moods.”
“They deserve it?” she questions. “Not that it matters to me, but I am super interested in the details.”
“Sometimes,” I begin. “Other times accidents happen, or they are crimes of passion. We Italians are a passionate bunch, as you know.”
She giggles. “I know that now.”
We arrive at the storage unit company that I own. Ninety-nine percent of the units are legitimate and above board. I have one hidden inside of another. Inside there are five oil drums full of acid. Two of which are currently occupied. In one vat is Amato Delatorre. He bilked my family of three million dollars and tried to start his own family. That is a huge no-no. My father killed him personally. It was a big deal because he hasn’t gotten his hands dirty for years. The other is occupied by the former mayor, Hall Smith. He shouldn’t have slept with Lorenzo’s ex while they were still married. I’m honestly surprised Kat isn’t in the other one. The pair had only been married for two months. Lorenzo thought he loved her, but from the outside looking in, there is no way. Kat was selfish and cold.
She didn’t care about the family business, except for what it could buy her. I know he will find his one, but I’m afraid of him killing a bunch of people before he does. This is the thirteenth body of his that I’ve cleaned this month, but thankfully this month is almost over.
“This is seriously cool,” she says in awe.
Where did this woman come from? She is everything I ever could have hoped for.
“I’m glad you like it,” I say, wrestling Sal from the trunk. Removing the tarp, I dump him unceremoniously into the closest vat, though I’m careful not to splash. Hydrofluoric Acid is no joke. It dissolves pretty much anything. Once that is done, I strip my shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes off, dumping them in the vat as well.
Autumn is wandering around the room, looking at the various implements of disposal I have scattered around the room.
Her pert little ass is staring me in the face. I have to fuck her now. Trust me, I know how fucked up this is, but I can’t help it.
“Strip,” I order. She turns, wide-eyed.
“I don’t do that,” she says, putting her hands on her hips.
“You’ll do it for me, won’t you, Lolita?”
“Why should I?”
“Because you love me,” I state matter-of-factly.
“How do you know that?” she says, kicking her shoes off.
My grin is surely lecherous. I shrug.
“A man knows these things.”
“Do they?” she asks, sliding her skin-tight jeans down her legs and kicking them away as well. Standing there in just her black shirt and panties, she is the most beautiful woman in the world. I am certain she could be wearing a potato sack and she’d still be the most beautiful woman in the fucking world.
“Fuck yes,” I growl.
“Tell me how you know,” she says, playing with the hem of her shirt, teasing me.
“Show me,” I demand quietly.
“Tell me,” she says, her voice low and mocking. I sigh long and loud.
“Your eyes.”
“My eyes?”
“They tell me everything. The way you look at me, it’s there in them. Also, the way you gave me your cherry. The writings on the wall, babe.”
She looks shocked, but nods. Then takes her shirt off, then her bra. She tosses them in the pile she’s made, and I pounce on her. I lift her petite body in my arms and slide her pussy over my hard cock.
“Oh God, Alberto, please. Don’t tease me. Not now,” she says.
“I won’t tease you,” I say, sliding into her wet cunt.
“Mmm. Thank God,” she moans, bouncing on my cock. I maneuver us to the closest closed vat and set her on it. Leaning down, I pull her tight nipple into my mouth, while my cock slides in and out of her. Giving her no warning, I pull out of her and flip her, so she is face down, ass up in the air. Slamming back inside of her, I grip her hips tightly. I know I’m leaving marks on her olive skin.
“So much tighter this way,” I grit out through clenched teeth. Her screams get louder as I continue to smash her cunt.
“Yes. Please. Give it to me. I need it.”
“Need that seed? Need my babies?” I ask, continuing to dominate her little body. When she says nothing, I slam into her harder and grip her hips harder. “Answer me,” I demand.
“Yes. I need your babies,” she finally answers, coming around my cock. Her pussy muscles squeezing my cock triggers my own release and I fill her to the brim again.
I pull out of her and toss her discarded clothes into the open vat and seal it up. I grab a T-shirt and a pair of sweats from the shelf and hand it to her. I pull some on myself.