BOW DOWN: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) (6 page)

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esire flooded
my body as he kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, my body pinned back against the wall. I couldn’t move a muscle as his muscular arm held me back, his other hand in my hair.

I kissed him hard, wanting it more than anything. I was so angry that he would dare question me. I wasn’t a mafia princess. I wasn’t spoiled. I earned everything I had.

This bastard thought he was better than me because of where he came from. Maybe he had to struggle more, but that wasn’t my fault. I never asked to be born into wealth and power. I never asked for any of it.

But as he kissed me, none of that seemed to matter. All I wanted was for him to take me, finally take me, finally give me what I’d been thinking about for days.

He tipped my chin back further and kissed my neck. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I said.

“Don’t pretend. Since the night we first met, you’ve been dripping wet, begging to see me again.”

“No,” I said.

His free hand unbuttoned my fly. “You can’t admit it, but you want to be owned by me. You want my fat cock to make you moan. You want me to leave you a quivering mess on the floor, staring up at me and begging for more.”

“Yes,” I gasped, as his hand slipped down my panties.

“Soaking wet,” he said, smiling as he slowly began to rub my clit. “Just like I knew you would be.”

“Asshole,” I said. “Who do you think you are?”

“I’m the man that’s going to take you again and again,” he said softly in my ear.

His fingers pushed deep inside of me and I moaned as he kissed me again. He began to work my pussy, his fingers fucking my tight spot and rolling back up to rub my clit. I melted into him, loosening my body, letting him do whatever he wanted with me. Pleasure and need were rocketing through my brain and I knew that I wouldn’t move a muscle unless he told me.

He grabbed my hips and pushed me down onto the steps. He knelt down beneath me and pulled my jeans and panties off. I groaned as he kissed me again, spreading my legs wide, his fingers doing their magic.

He slowly moved lower, sliding down the steps, looking up at me. He smiled slowly as he spread my legs wider and began to slide his tongue between my thighs.

I couldn’t help myself. I tipped my head back and moaned as his tongue expertly licked and sucked my clit, moving in hard circles. He tongued me like a starving man, licking and sucking my spot and pleasure built all through me, rolling in waves.

I clutched the stairs as he slipped fingers inside of me, fucking my pussy as he tongued me harder. He reached his free hand up and pressed me down against the steps, teasing my breasts.

He slowly moved back up and pulled my shirt off. He lifted me up and took me down the steps, pushing me up against the wall once we were back on level ground. He took my hair and slowly moved me down to my knees, smirking the whole time.

I unbuckled his belt, just like I knew he wanted me to. He watched as I pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, revealing his thick, hard cock.

He looked down at me. “You look so fucking sexy on your knees, Louisa,” he said.

I slowly took him between my lips and began to suck him, loving his hard cock between my lips.

He pressed me down, sliding his cock into my throat. I gagged and he pressed me harder, pushing my head down. I moaned as I began to suck him, letting him fuck my mouth and throat. I wanted him to take me, use me, do whatever he wanted with me.

He pressed his cock deep, holding me there, and then he pulled me back. He leaned forward and kissed me hard. “You look so fucking sexy choking on my cock,” he said, pulling back. “You know that? You look like you were born to have my fucking dick in your mouth, you dirty fucking girl.”

He pulled me roughly to my feet, teasing my soaking sex with his fingers, sliding them inside of me and pulling out. I moaned as he turned me around, pushing me roughly over. I braced myself against the wall as he fucked my pussy with his fingers.

“Look as this fucking ass,” he said, slapping it hard. He took my hair and pulled it, leaning forward. “You like having your pussy fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I love it.”

He slid his fingers deeper inside of me then slapped my ass, making me moan louder. He pulled his finger back and I felt him take my hips in his hands, leaning over me.

“Beg,” he said simply.

“Please Wyatt,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

I felt his cock press against my soaking spot then push deep inside of me.

I gasped as pleasure mixed with plain. The man had a thick, long cock, and he wasn’t holding back. He wasn’t easing me into it. He pressed himself deep inside of me, gripping my hips. I looked over my shoulder at him and he smirked at me, slowly sliding out only to push himself deeper.

I moaned as he began to fuck me, sliding his thick cock deep into my soaking sex. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, tipping my chin up as he began to rock into me, making me take him. He held me like that, one hand on my hips and the other in my hair as he fucked me rough, pushing me up against the wall. He released my hips and pulled one of my arms behind my back, pinning me against the wall harder.

I groaned, feeling his thick cock slam into me. He fucked me against that wall in the middle of a house that my people had destroyed, in the middle of a house that was full of death and destruction. That thought only made me wetter as he slammed into me, mercilessly fucking my tight pussy.

“You like getting fucked here, don’t you?” he said. “I see you looking around. You filthy fucking slut. You like taking my big cock in the middle of this place.”

“I do,” I moaned. “I can’t help it.”

“I know you can’t.” He pushed me harder against the wall, crushing me with his weight as he kept fucking me, grinding his thick cock inside of me. “You’re a filthy fucking girl. You love taking cock.”

“Anywhere,” I moaned.

“Tell me how fucking dirty you are.”

“I’m so dirty. I’m a bad girl.”

“You’re a filthy slut. Say it.”

“I’m a filthy slut.” I moaned as he slammed himself into me, releasing my hand to reach around my hips. He began to work my clit as he fucked me.

“You’re a filthy slut that loves to suck cock. You want me because I can control you and destroy you.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I love cock.”

“You need a big thick cock deep inside your tight little cunt, don’t you?”

“I do. I need it.”

He worked my clit, cock pumping, thrusts deep and rough. He was twice my size and could easily break me, but there was something strangely gentle about the way he handled me. It was like he was walking the line between rough and too rough, and he was walking it perfectly.

He suddenly stopped and pulled my hips. He took us back to the steps. He sat down and took my hips, lowering me down. He leaned back as I slid down along his length. I began to ride him, hips slamming down, ass twisting.

“Ride that fucking cock, girl,” he said, slapping my ass. “Ride it faster. Ride it like you fucking need it.”

I moaned, moving faster, my hands on his chest. He cupped my ass and squeezed, slamming into me, fucking me as I rode him. I loved sliding down along his thick shaft, taking him deep inside of me. He leaned forward and bit my lip, holding me down on his cock before letting me go. I slammed up and down, grinding my hips, desperate for him.

He growled and rolled to the side. He put me down on the steps, ass in the air. I felt him grab my hips and began to slam into me from behind as I knelt on the steps. He fucked me rough, slapping my ass.

He reached around and took my throat, pulling me back, putting slight pressure. I moaned as he held me like that, controlling me completely.

“I want you to come on my fucking cock in this place you destroyed,” he said. “Come for me, you fucking slut. Come on my big fucking cock like you need it.”

“Wyatt,” I moaned. He fucked me rough and savage, a brutal man fucking my tight pussy.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was the way he took me, doing what he wanted with my body, making me feel incredible. I came on his cock, moaning deep and low. I gripped the wooden steps in my hands as he continued to fuck me, unstoppable and unrelenting.

As my orgasm finished, he pulled out and spun me around. He jerked his cock off and came all over my breasts and mouth in thick, heavy spurts. He groaned loudly through his orgasm as he slowly finished.

“Shit,” he said, collapsing onto the steps next to me. He took his tie off and handed it to me. “Here.”

“Silk,” I said, taking it and using it to wipe his cum off. “What a gentleman.”

He grinned at me. “I lose myself in that.”

I smiled back. “I’m not complaining.”

“I’d be disappointed in you if you were.”

We stayed together like that, side by side, breathing in the near darkness. I felt dizzy and spent, a satisfied buzz ringing in my ears.

I got what I wanted. But now I realized that all I wanted was more and more.

I
knew
what she was doing when she showed me that house. She was trying to show me her strength, but also trying to show me that she was more than just a mobster.

It worked, and it fucking made me hard. There was nothing more gorgeous than a powerful woman, and nothing made me harder than making a powerful woman suck my cock and beg for more.

We eventually left that house together. My driver took us both back to my hotel, since she refused to tell me where she lived or where she was staying. That only added to the mystique, and for a second I considered having Ethan follow her home.

But I thought better of that. I was interested in this business proposition of hers, and if that was going to work, I had to have a little faith in her.

Instead, I slept like a fucking baby.

The next day was a normal working day. I set up shop in the apartment and answered emails for most of the morning. Ethan disappeared around seven that morning and didn’t come back, which wasn’t unusual. Sometimes he disappeared for days at a time. He was his own man and could do what he wanted, so long as he showed up when I needed him.

The afternoon came, and I found myself thinking about Louisa again. I couldn’t help but wonder where she was, what she was doing. I wanted to find her and take her out again, maybe show her some of the places that were important to me in the city, but I didn’t have time. Unfortunately, I really did have work to do. As it turned out, being the attorney general wasn’t just all shaking hands and smiling for the camera.

The knock came at around three that afternoon. Tired and assuming it was Ethan finally coming back, I opened the door without a second thought.

Arturo Barone stood there, smiling at me.

“Wyatt,” he said.

“Arturo. What a pleasant surprise.”

I fucked your daughter last night, I wanted to say. That was an insane thought.

“May I come in?”

“Of course.”

I stepped aside and he walked in. I noticed his goons were standing guard outside, so I shut the door but didn’t lock it. “Drink?” I asked.

“Of course.”

I poured two glasses of whisky and handed him one.

“Take a seat.” I gestured at a chair.

He sat, and I sat down across from him.

“What can I do for you, Arturo?” I asked.

“Wyatt. I’ve been very good to you over the years, haven’t I?”

“You have,” I said. “And I’ve repaid that kindness.”

“You have,” he agreed. “We’ve worked very well together over the years. I’ve been very pleased with our relationship.”

“Good. I’m happy to hear that.”

“But now I come to you for help.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Arturo, you know I can take care of things to an extent.”

“This is a delicate matter.”

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“You’ve heard about the Spiders, yes?”

I knew this was where he was going. I didn’t know how, but it was just my fucking luck that he was going to come to me about the Spiders. Just the night before, I was sleeping with his daughter, the leader of that gang.

“I’m aware of them,” I said.

“Then you know they’re dangerous. They’ve been cutting into my business, killing my men. They’re savages, disgusting savages. I need your help with them.”

“What can I do?”

“The law isn’t moving on them. They’ve been bought off.”

“Bought off more than what you pay them?”

He smiled slightly at that. “Apparently. They assure me that isn’t the case, but they haven’t made a single move.”

“Why not offer more?”

He sighed, sipping his drink. “I’ve tried that. I’ve tried threatening, bargaining, everything. I don’t come to you lightly, Wyatt.”

“I see.” I frowned at him. “What do you want me to do?”

“Pressure them. Get them to start going after the Spiders more aggressively.”

“I’m not sure I can manage that.”

“If not, then find out why they aren’t doing anything. It’s well within your rights.”

He was right. Inquiring about a dangerous gang wasn’t unusual for someone like me. Even putting some pressure on the chief to get him to make a few moves wasn’t unheard of, and nobody would think twice about it.

Still though, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t know if Louisa was actually buying off the cops, or how she was doing it, but I doubted she could match whatever Arturo was offering.

I didn’t want to help Arturo in this, but I couldn’t let on that I was moving over to the other side. I had an important connection with Arturo, and I couldn’t sever that bond until the very last moment. He couldn’t see the knife until it was already in his heart.

“I’ll try,” I said to him. “But I can’t promise anything.”

“Whatever you can do will be appreciated.” He smiled and stood.

“I’ll pay the chief a visit tomorrow, see what he has to say.”

“Wonderful.” I stood and we shook hands. “Tell me what you find.”

“Ethan will be in touch.”

“Ah, Ethan. Where is our little friend?”

“Who knows? He comes and goes.”

“Probably best. A caged beast is the most dangerous.” Arturo walked to the door and I opened it for him. His flunkies stepped away from the walls, their faces grim. “I’ll see you soon, Wyatt.”

“Goodbye, Arturo.”

He turned and left down the hall. I shut the door behind him, thinking.

I wouldn’t betray Louisa, but I had to do something to make Arturo think I was still on his side. As a plan slowly hatched in my mind, I got out my phone and dialed Louisa’s number.

She didn’t answer. Her voicemail picked up. “Louisa,” I said. “I was just thinking of you. Call me back if you can.” I hung up.

I went back to my desk and tried to concentrate on work, but something felt like it was crawling around in my mind. I kept coming back to Louisa, to the way she said my name as I fucked her. I wanted to feel that pussy again. I’d been with plenty of women in my life, and none of them left me with a lingering desire for more.

Until Louisa. There was something so intense and strong about her. It excited me and fascinated me. I wanted to get to the truth of her.

I wanted to get into business with her.