A Bad Man: Joey (7 page)

“I can’t let you leave. I won’t.” He felt like he had traveled to some alternate world. His emotions didn’t feel like his. “Just be honest with me.” He knew she wanted to argue about him refusing to let her go until all of this was safe for her, but she didn’t comment on it. “What’s holding you back?”

“I don’t have anything holding me back.” She swallowed on that last word, and he knew she wasn’t being honest.

“Something
is
holding you back,” he said harshly. He cupped her face with his other hand, reveled in the smoothness of her skin, and felt like the world was crashing down around him. It was because of Marra Santos that he felt like he cared about something that didn’t have to do with the “family”. Joey might not have liked the idea of a woman as his, and his life being fulfilled with a goomah, but after the last year, and especially with Marra’s life nearly being taken right in front of him, things had shifted drastically.

“
You’re
holding me back, Joey.” She stared into his eyes, and he felt his heart plummet to his stomach. God, did this woman know the power she held over him. Fuck, did
he
realize the power she held over him?

“I do want you, but I can’t be with you. And I know if I let myself feel these emotions they might ruin me.” She whispered the words, and although she spoke them, she also didn’t try to pull away. “You could ruin me, Joey, and it wouldn’t take anything at all. I don’t want to be a casualty in this lifestyle, and I can’t be selfish in thinking that nothing would happen if I didn’t give myself to you.”

He could tell she was trying to rationalize everything to him.

“I never thanked you for saving my life, but I am grateful you were there.” She lifted her hands and placed them on his chest. “I owe you my life, but I don’t ever let anyone get close. I never have, and starting now, with a man that holds so much power, doesn’t seem like the right move.”

If she really knew him, knew more than just the rumors she heard about what he did, then she would have known he wasn’t going to let anything stand in the way of what he wanted.

“It doesn’t matter what you say, Marra. You’re the one I want, you’re protected with me, and I’m not fucking letting you leave until I know you’re safe.” And just when he saw her mouth open, most likely to protest, he kissed her hard and deep. He had wanted to continue what they started last night, and he wasn’t going to stop until she was done denying this, and ready to sate both of them.

Chapter Seven

Joey didn’t know if he could have stopped even if he wanted to at that moment, but it seemed it didn’t matter because Marra started kissing him back. She speared her hands in his hair, tugged at the strands, and made these small noises in the back of her throat. He swallowed the sound, needing more, and wanting her to surrender every part of herself to him. She felt good in his arms, really fucking good in fact, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to let her go. Once he had claimed her, fucked her and let her know she was his, Joey was not going to let Marra walk away.

She broke the kiss and looked at him. Her lips were swollen, red, and wet from his ministrations. “There is a part of me that feels like I’m doing something wrong, Joey.” She looked at his lips, and he couldn’t hold back the groan.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

She nodded, moaned out softly when he moved his thumb along her cheekbones, and he didn’t stop himself from kissing her again. “Then if it feels so fucking good, how can it be so wrong?” he said against her mouth, and when she didn’t respond, just panted against his mouth, he knew she was giving herself to him finally. “The only thing that matters is the here and now. Don’t worry about the rest right now, Marra baby.”

“But how can this work? How can being together, in any fashion, be the right thing?”

“You’re gorgeous and intelligent, but all this rationalization and questioning is ruining the fucking mood.” He smiled, slipped his hand behind her head, and gripped the base of her skull. “You’re complicating something that is very easy.”

She stared at him for a second, and he wondered if she’d find that hard edge of strength to stop this again. But what surprised the fuck out of him was when she grabbed hold of his hair even harder and said, “Fuck it.” She slammed her mouth on his, sucked at his tongue, and pressed her chest to his.

“Just trust me,” he murmured, grabbed her hair, too, and tilted her head back. “Trust me to make things good, Mara.”

Her mouth was parted, her pupils dilated, and when she licked her lips and then nodded, he let the beast free. He kissed her again and again, hard, consuming kisses that sucked the breath from her and had her gasping out against him.

“I’m tired of being alone,” she murmured against his mouth, and kissed him harder, with more desperation. He knew exactly what she was talking about.

Their tongues slid along each other, frantically, heated, and full of need. He was hard, so fucking hard that he had to grind his erection into her belly to ease the ache. He felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel himself buried balls deep inside of her, but one that wanted to know what it was about this woman that had him acting so out of character. She was pliant in his arms, pressing her breasts against his chest, and murmuring these little incoherent things. Joey moved his hand lower until he got to the hem of her—
his
—shirt, and slipped his fingers beneath the material. She didn’t stop him, and in fact arched her back for more. At the first contact of his bare flesh against hers she gasped, and he groaned. She was soft everywhere.

“God, baby, I could devour you right now until there wasn’t anything left.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his dick punched forward even harder when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh. Over and over he pulled at her nipple, growing harder by the second with each moan she made.

The sweats she wore needed to fucking go, too. He moved his hands to the waistband of her pants, but stopped and started kissing her more possessively once again. He wanted his handprints on her body, wanted his teeth marks on her skin, and he wanted her screaming out his name as he filled her with his cock. “I want to be inside of you, Marra.”

“Don’t stop.” She slanted her mouth on his and speared her tongue between his parted lips. Back was the desperation, but it was the good kind, the kind that he felt down to his bones and wanted more of. He grabbed the collar of the shirt she wore, and in a swift move tore the fucking material in two. He cupped her breasts with his hands, squeezed the mounds until she was rocking back and forth against his erection, and had him nearly coming in his pants.

“I need more. I need it all from you.” He was already near his breaking point. Moving his hands lower, he pushed her sweats down with frantic need. Joey cupped her ass. For a suspended moment all he did was hold the big globes of her ass while he fucked her mouth with his.

“
Christ
, Marra, I’m so hard for you.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside of you now. I need to fuck you until you can only think of me when I’m not with you, baby.”

She shivered and pulled back to look him in the face
.
“I am so wet right now.”

And then he was done, just fucking done, because he had to have her.

****

It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of Joey after she spoke. He pressed her against the wall, hard, and then moved his hand between their bodies. He started undoing his pants, and before she knew what was happening they were both naked and starting to sweat. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong, not right now at least. After the fact she may have regrets, but she had nearly died, fought herself and her feelings for the last year, and especially since being here for the last twenty-four hours, and she was tired of it. What was so wrong with wanting something for herself?

Because you want Joey Bacelli, the most feared and powerful mob boss of Bourbon, New York.

He kissed her again, harder and faster than before, and she knew that there was no stopping this. But Marra didn’t want to, and knew that if she didn’t have Joey, this building pressure inside of her would be too much for her to contain. She had been holding off for a year, making herself think of all the God-awful things he probably did. But right now all she could think about was their hot, sweaty bodies pressed together.

“That’s it, baby.
Fuck
, I like you so damn receptive to me.” He groaned against her neck. Joey had his hands on her bare ass and his mouth back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her when he squeezed the mounds especially hard. He had her in his arms only seconds later, and a startled sound left her at the strength he exuded.

“I want you so fucking badly.” He started thrusting against her pussy. Because they didn’t have any clothes on, the feeling of his hard cock against her slick folds had a moan leaving her.

“Quit talking.
Please
.” She emphasized the last word, and he groaned against her mouth
.
Right now she just wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her, and helping her forget about everything else. The feel of his big erection had her insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from her pussy. Marra wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe, or wrap her head around it
.
“God, Joey, I am so ready for you.”

And then he was reaching between their bodies, taking hold of his dick, and placing it at her entrance.

He rubbed his cock along her cleft, up and down, and bumping her clit with every upstroke. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”

She felt his dick throb between her legs, and felt her slickness slip from her pussy and cover his shaft. They held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together. Hair was pulled, flesh was nipped at, and groans spilled from both of them. Images of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut from straining, filled her head and had her rubbing herself on him. Marra became wetter by the second as those pictures slammed into her head. Without thinking, because at this point all she wanted was him shoved so deep inside of her nothing else mattered, Marra reached down, pushed his hand out of the way, and grabbed his impressive length. She shifted so she had his tip angled right at her entrance. For a moment time seemed to stand still. There wasn’t insanity, killing, or maiming. Right now all there was, was her and Joey, and this very heated moment with lost inhibitions.

He held her body up with one hand holding onto her ass and placed his other hand on the wall beside her head. The tip of his cock became lodged in her body, and they both breathed out roughly. “I’m going to fuck you so good and hard that you’ll only want me from now on, Marra.” When he slid in another inch, stretching her so damn good, he snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes. He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like he was losing control.

She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full, Joey, and you’re not even all the way in yet.”

He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted into each other’s mouths. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Marra. You’re so fucking tight.
God
, and so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her.

She let her head fall back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive, like
he
was burning her alive. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the exquisiteness of it all.

“Marra,
Christ
, it feels so fucking unbelievable.” He pumped into her.

“Wait, we don’t have a condom.” It had taken all of her strength to say those words. He stopped immediately, cursed something fierce under his breath, and leaned down to kiss her.

“Fuck.” He shifted, pulled out of her, and then walked over to the coffee table to grab his wallet.

Seeing him naked, all of that hard muscle flexing under his golden skin, had a shiver working through her. He had tattoos, but she noticed that he kept them hidden under his clothing. Aside from his arms being covered in some tribal work, and a skull and two guns tattooed in the center of his back—the Bacelli crest—his golden skin could be seen. When he turned back around he stopped to put the condom on, and she felt her eyes widen at the size of his cock. He certainly wasn’t grotesquely large, but he was big enough that she could still feel the soreness of when he thrust into her.

In a move that was surprisingly fast, Joey had her in his arms again, and his cock aligned with her pussy opening. He stared into her eyes, and then pushed inside of her in one even move. “Fucking hell, Marra. I swear you got wetter.”

Feeling him so far inside of her that there was no part of her body that he wasn’t touching stole any coherent words from her. He curled his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, stabilizing herself. With Joey’s hand by her head on the wall and his hand on her ass cheek, he started moving in and out of her. The sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting. The sounds that came from her were loud, clipped, and would have humiliated her if she wasn’t so turned on. The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her.

“You feel so fucking good.” He ground the words out, and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them again and stared at her. Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low growly sound when he slammed into her especially hard. But then he’d pull almost all the way out, slowly push back into her, and treat her to this gentler side of him. He did this repeatedly, almost making love to her in a sweet way as he looked into her eyes. But then as if that was not who he really was, he’d slam back into her hard and powerfully, and kiss her until she felt like her lips would bleed. With each passing second he didn’t give her slow and intimate again, but fast and hard. The burn of her back rubbing against the wall heightened her pleasure, and she felt her climax mounting.

“I want to see you come, want to feel you milking my dick until we both go over the edge.” He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth, kept that pressure right on her until she was swiveling her hips on him, trying to have him go impossibly deeper into her body. He pressed his mouth to her ear, had his cock deep in her pussy, and had his thumb on her clit. His breathing was short pants, and she could tell he was close to getting off, too.

“You’re mine, Marra.
Mine
.” He slammed into her twice, applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to come once more, but right when she was there he slowed his motions. Marra wanted to scream out in frustration, but before she could do or say anything he grunted against her neck, barely holding on as well.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

She didn’t want to say that, because she knew if she did it would be cemented. Joey was not the type of man that would just let her walk away if she gave every part of herself to him. He was thrusting like a madman now, in and out, faster and harder, and she got so lost in the sensation, and the scent and power that came from him, that she felt herself falling over the edge once more. She came long and hard, and heard him groan against her neck.

“Say it.” He growled out the words like a beast set free, and Marra couldn’t help but break away from her resistance and give him what he wanted.

“I’m yours.” She gasped out, and he slammed into her. Her back scraped up the wall, and the pain made her cry out even harder from the pleasure. The world was falling away, lights flashed in front of her vision, and before her high faded she knew that her words had sealed a fate she didn’t know if she was prepared for.