Dark Blood: A Mafia Hitman Romance (4 page)

"You attack me, you get hurt," I explain to her. She's looking away, and I grab her chin to make her face me. When my fingers hit her skin, I'm shocked by its warmth compared to the rest of her body. "Are you listening?"

"Yes." Her words are weak, barely above a whisper. She's breaking already. We're going to destroy her down here. I can't let that fucking happen.

"I'll unchain you and you can pee there." I point towards the toilet in the corner. "I'm waiting outside. One wrong move and you get hurt."

She nods eagerly and I do as I promised I would. The chains that hold her fall away from her wrists and ankles, and seeing her reddened, bruised wrists makes me ache to kiss them better.

I turn around. It's her first chance to attack me, but I don't let her think about it. I walk outside calmly and speak to her over my shoulder. She's still frozen to the spot. "Hurry the fuck up."

She scrambles for the toilet and almost falls down. She's dizzy from sitting down such a long time, dizzy and disoriented. I don't make a move to help her. I'm not here to hold her goddamned hand.

I wait outside the door until she's done, and as soon as I hear the toilet flushing, I walk back in. I half expect her to lunge at me, finding some kind of weapon in the grimy cell. Instead, she's waiting meekly in her spot in the corner.

"Will you chain me again?" she asks timidly.

I give it a moment's thought. "Not yet."

I walk over to her, and she cringes into the wall. I hate that she does that. Instead of questioning why, I hand her the bag with snacks I bought a few hours earlier. Bianca looks confused.

"It's food," she says, after taking a look in the bag. "For me?"

"Eat." My order is simple, and she pulls out a soda, popping it open. She drinks in long, hungry gulps, and almost chokes on the bubbles.

I've done this routine plenty of times —it’s not the first time we’ve had a prisoner. But this girl...she makes me feel for her. She makes me regret the bad shit that's going to be done to her through no fault of her own.

She drinks a soda and attacks a bag of chips next. She eats everything in the bag and I sit there and watch her like a fucking idiot. My leather jacket overwhelms her small frame, and she looks fragile and young as fuck sitting there.

She licks her lips once she's done, getting every last crumb off her mouth. "Thank you," she says, her voice soft.

I don't reply. I gather the trash instead, not saying a word. I'm getting ready to leave, and I know full well I haven't chained her back up again. Fuck me, I just don't want to. I don't want to see her get hurt unless I'm doing it and she's begging for that beautiful pain.

I head for the door. My hard cock is throbbing in my jeans, and my mind is begging her to call out to me. Make me stay. Make me touch her, just one more goddamned time.

"Wait."

I exhale after what seems like ages, just as my hand lands on the door handle. I turn around excruciatingly slowly, staring her down. She doesn't shy away from me this time.

Instead, she crawls over to me on all fours.

My cock is enormous, thick and throbbing, by the time she's reached me. Fucking hell. Does she even know what she's doing to me?

Bianca Da Costa sits at my feet and looks up at me, her eyes begging me to stay.

"What do you want?" I ask. My own personal brand of torture. I know it's hard for her to say it, but I need to hear those words from her lips. "Tell me, Bianca."

"Stay," she says. Her lashes flutter open, then closed, then open. She's nervous. "Stay for a while. I can't.. I can't be alone. I'm too scared."

"No one will hurt you," I tell her. "I'll be outside. I'll make sure no one comes in."

She shakes her head vehemently. "No, no, no. I need you here."

Bianca is shaking again. She reaches up for me, but I'm ready this time. She rises up on her knees and I grab her by the throat, gently this time. "What do you need?" I ask her, my voice hoarse.

Her hands go up, shaking like a leaf. She wraps them around my knees and my heart almost fucking stops. She looks so beautiful, so innocent. I could bend her to my will right now, make her do everything she's always dreamed of, but thought too naughty.

"Tell me," I say. I'm pretty much begging at this point.

Her lips part and a breath escapes her. Fuck me.

"You," she says. "Need you to stay with me."

"Why?"

"Want to feel safe," she mutters, her eyes straying from mine. I turn her to face me again gently.

"You feel safe around me?" I can't help it, I laugh out loud. "I broke a man's legs today. You think you're fucking safe when I'm around? Think again, princess."

"But...." she trails a finger over my leg, looking so fucking tempting I have to hold myself back before I take advantage of her. "I trust you."

Fuck.

"You shouldn't." My voice is weak, and I clear my throat. "I'll only break you."

She wraps herself around my legs, her skin pressing against the fabric of my clothes. And it's not enough. I need to be skin to skin. Need to feel her touching me. I'm almost too far gone to stop myself, my eyes so clouded by lust I almost miss her one slip-up.

Bianca's eyes dart behind me for a split moment. She's looking at the open door, and for a second, I see that calculating look in her face. And I know she's fucking playing. Trying to distract me so she can slip out when I'm not watching.

I grab her hips and pull her up, hard. She shrieks.

"Are you fucking playing me, girl?" I rasp in her ear. "You think you can seduce me and get away?"

"Well, it was working pretty well," she snaps, her innocent facade quickly disappearing and revealing the ugly truth beneath.

"You think?" I grab her hair and pull it back until she screams out in protest.

"You're hurting me!"

My lips graze her neck. Her pulse is throbbing, her neck hot as fuck. "Do I look like I care?" I manage to say. She's messing with my head. Messing with my instincts. Messing with my goddamned dick.

"You're about to," she hisses. She punches me in the balls.

Or at least, she tries to. I grab her hand before she makes impact. "Nice try."

"Fuck you!"

"What a delightful little spitfire." I'm mocking her, laughing in her face. I back her up until her back hits the wall. "When I fuck you," I say in her ear. "You'll be begging for me to keep going."

My hands clasp her wrists forcefully and I pin her arms above her head. She whimpers and tries to get away, but I'm too strong for her. "You'll be begging for me to milk one more orgasm out of your pussy," I keep going.

"You disgust me."

"Sure." I laugh in her face. "That's why your crotch is pressed against my dick, right?"

She looks down, and blushes deeply. She has needily pressed her pussy against my hips, though she isn't tall enough to reach my cock.

I should be punishing her, and I will.

Thankfully, my punishments are fucking delicious for both of us, as much as she tries to deny it.

I lift her up and she gasps. On an instinct, her legs wrap around my waist. I twist her arms behind her back with one hand, holding her up with the other.

"You gonna’ try to get away now?" I breathe down her neck. "You gonna’ fight me over what we both know is what you want, baby girl?"

She writhes against my body, desperate to get closer and farther away at the same time. I don't need to hear her moans to know how turned on she is. She's pressed up against me good, grinding that little pussy of hers on my crotch. Fuck, I can feel how wet she is now. She's going to leave a mark, that's for sure.

"Tell me, Bianca," I growl at her, my lips sliding down her neck gently. I graze her skin with my teeth, loving the vibrations from her throat against my lips. "Tell me what you thought about while you were alone down here."

"No," she says.

Stubborn little thing.... I let go of her wrists, and to my surprise, she doesn't push me away. She grabs me around the neck, one hand getting tangled in my hair and pulling on it hard. "More," she breathes, so quietly I almost don’t hear it. I have a shit-eating grin on my face now, and I know I've got her hooked.

"More what?" I ask her.

"I need...." She's blushing, embarrassed by the fact that she's so turned on. Of course I get it. I think it's stupid as hell, this thing we have going on. But she started it...and I'm sure as hell not going to say no to a tasty treat like her.

"What?" My grip on her ass tightens. It's firm and juicy, the perfect little bubble butt. God, I want to see her naked. She's pretty much exposed in her lingerie now that my leather jacket has slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor. But I want more.... I want her to strip off her bra and panties. I want to inspect that pretty pink slit, want to see the curve of her hips transitioning into that ass. "What do you need?"

"Touch me." She looks up at me with pleading eyes, and I can see the confusion in them. For a minute, I feel like a total bastard for stringing her along like this. I should be cruel, I should be a monster. But all I can do is stare at that pretty face, squeeze my fingers on her juicy ass.

"Where?" I lock eyes with her, my look as cold and calculating as hers is soft and lustful.

"I...."

"Where?" I want to hear her say something dirty. My cock is throbbing, and I need to see her break so beautifully for me. "Tell me or I'm dropping you to the ground, baby girl."

She takes a deep breath, burrowing her face into the crook of my arm. Her back arches, and her whole body is pressed up against me now, her tits right in my face. Fuck. I'm not going to be able to resist it. It's too much. She's too much.

"Take my bra off," she begs. There's no mistaking the tone prevalent in her voice. She needs this, and she needs it badly.

I prop her up on my leg, and my fingers actually shake as I unclasp her bra. I let it fall to the ground, and her pretty, perky little tits stand to attention. Her rosebud nipples look painfully hard, and I'm longing to suck on them. God, how am I going to resist this little vixen? She's already made me throb in my pants, and if we don't do something about my cock soon, it's going to make a tear in the fabric....

I eye her breasts, so small but full and perfectly tear-shaped. Her nipples are getting harder and stiffer. I bet she knows I'm watching her, even though she's turned her face away.

"What now?" I ask. I'm having to physically restrain myself so I don't suck one of those nipples in my mouth. Shit, I'd give anything to have her blow me right now.

"Lick." Her voice is weak and husky. I can tell how badly she needs it. Almost as badly as I do.

I lean down, Bianca's head falling back and exposing her long, graceful neck. My mouth latches onto a nipple and she gasps, the sweetest, barely audible sound I've heard her make. She tastes so fucking delicious, like sweetness and baby powder. I roll her nipple with my tongue and she grinds against me.

I've held back as long as I could. Having her grind on me while I bite down on those tits isn't enough anymore. I drop her to the ground. She's shivering, barely able to stand up. "W-what is it?" she stutters.

"Hands on the wall," I growl at her. She obeys silently, her body trembling so fucking hard I have to wonder whether she's still scared of me. But she fucking wants this. If I was unsure before, one look at her soaked panties leaves no doubt about it.

I kick her legs apart gently and she shivers, her shoulders raised to her ears. She's so fucking scared.

She looks at me over her shoulder. Big, scared blue eyes that are as deep as the ocean.

"Tell me now," I try to coax it out of her. "What does my girl want right now?"

She swallows. "I...I don't want you to hurt me."

I chuckle and she leans into my hand when I touch her warm cheeks. So needy for attention, this little one. "I won't. I'm not here to do that."

"Then why are you here?" Genuine curiosity colors her cheeks into a rosy pink color as she stares at me. "I tried to run. You should be chaining me down."

"Oh, but baby," I grin. "Neither of us wants that, do we?"

She shakes her head hesitantly. My finger trails down her back, pulling down the edge of her panties.

"Relax," I tell her gently, pushing them down an inch. "I'll only do what you want me to."

Bianca looks into my eyes, her lashes fluttering open. "That's what I'm afraid of."

T
he tension
in the air is palpable. The atmosphere is electric. I want him to touch me. I want him to do bad things to me. And I know it's so goddamn wrong, but I can't resist. He's done something to me, messed with my head and played with my heart. I'm the puppet, and he's pulling on every one of my strings.

He's breathing heavily, and he gently pushes down my panties until my hipbones poke out. I hiss as the air hits my skin, and Matteo groans when his fingers connect with my feverish body.

"God," he says. "So fucking delicious. So damn wrong. I can't resist. I'm sorry, princess, but I'm not even going to try."

With that, his fingers push off my panties and I arch my back, helping him along. What the hell am I doing? Alarm bells are going off in my head, and I'm going insane, crazy because he isn't touching me enough, restless because I need to feel him better, deeper, hotter.

I'm backed up against the wall, and now my pussy is bare against his crotch. Yet his eyes are still locked on me, looking right through my body. He hasn't even looked down yet, and I'm getting desperate and needy.

"Why won't you look at me?" I ask. "You took them off...."

"I can't," he groans. "I'm not supposed to be doing this."

Neither of us is, and yet, we can't fucking resist. My daddy would kill me for this. Matteo's father is sure to punish him. And yet neither of us is stopping. Neither of us is putting an end to this endless teasing.

"Then stop," I tell him. "Put me down. Chain me back. Let's pretend this never happened."

He's hesitating and my heart is pounding. I need him to say no. I need him...inside of me. God, I need him buried inside me.

"Can't." His voice is so hoarse. "Don't want to."

His fingers outline my hipbones, sliding down past my belly button. I hiss when he reaches my pussy. Matteo's eyes are still locked on mine, and it's driving me insane.

"Please," I whimper.

"What do you want?" He's teasing me again, and I've fallen right into his trap. His eyes are darker than ever, a deep black I could get lost in for days.

"Inside...."

"Inside where?"

I can't take it. My whole body is shaking, I'm so desperate. I take his fingers and push down. As soon as he feels my pussy lips beneath his fingertips, he tries to back up, but I won't let him. I guide his hand, tracing them and he breathes fire down my neck.

"You're.... You're fucking soaked," he says. His eyes are still on mine, and I'm blushing.

"Please just...." I'm struggling to get the words out, and my cheeks are burning up. I feel embarrassed as hell, but I have to tell him. I can't keep it to myself. "Be gentle."

"Why?" he asks roughly. His callused fingers are parting my lips now, and I'm wriggling on his lap. I feel something building up inside me. It's dangerous. It makes me want to break for him, shatter to pieces just so he can put me back together. I need this so badly.

"I...I've never done this before." I'm going to faint. I can't stand this. "I'm a virgin."

Matteo stops. His fingers are holding me open, the cold air in the cell hitting my tender skin. "Don't stop," I beg him. "Don't stop, please, please, please...."

"You're a fucking virgin?" he repeats in disbelief. I'm too far away. I can feel myself slipping to a different place. My mind is spinning. My body is aching. I'm about to let it happen, let it take me under. I have to. The pull is so fucking strong.

I nod weakly, unable to form a coherent sentence. I manage to look up at Matteo and he looks pissed as hell. I don't understand. Why is he getting so angry? I thought he wouldn't give a fuck either way.

"W-why do you care?" I manage to get out.

He slips away from me, leaning against the wall with a heavy sigh. He's not paying attention. My gaze wanders towards the door and I let myself hope. I could slip out right now, just make a run for it and disappear. He would never be able to catch me. He wouldn't even realize what was going on, and when he did, I'd be long gone.

I need to play this right if I want to get out of here.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Tell me," I ask him, trying to lead him on. I move away from the wall and pull up my panties, as quiet as I can be, given that I'm still breathing heavily as fuck. "Tell me why it bothers you."

He's deep in thought as I sneak past him. His eyes are closed and I'm light on my feet. This might actually work! I might get out of here. My survival instinct is kicking in, and I know I need to get away.

"You're so fucking young," he mutters under his breath. "So damned innocent. It's not good."

I'm quiet. Quiet as a mouse as I sneak past him. I'm almost at the door. I let myself breathe a sigh of relief. I'll be out soon.

I slip through the door.

"You don't belong in a cell," I can hear Matteo saying behind me. "You belong in a fucking castle like the spoiled princess you are."

I'm out. I'm in the hallway, wildly looking around myself and searching for an escape from this horrible nightmare. I need to get back to Daddy, right now.

"You think I'm fucking stupid, princess?"

His breath is hot against my neck. Fuck.

One hand wraps around my neck, the other pulls down on my long hair, hard. He pulls me back and I whimper in pain.

"I'm sorry," I mutter. "I'm so sorry."

"Not yet." He's growling. "You're not fucking sorry yet. But you will be, princess. I've been too fucking lenient with you because you're a pretty piece of ass. But I'm about to show you what the real me looks and acts like." He breathes down my neck, and I can feel his teeth grazing my skin. "Are you excited, princess?"

I'm on the verge of crying as he pulls me back into the room. My body goes slack when he puts me down on the floor, all the fight gone out of me. I let him chain me back as I cry softly.

Matteo moves back, admiring his handiwork. "So pretty in my chains," he tells me with a smirk. "Let's see you try to get out now."

I cry out, but he merely laughs. "See you tomorrow, naughty girl," he says. Then, he walks over to the door and shuts it without so much as giving me another look. And I howl into the empty space.

* * *

S
harp
, threatening voices wake me up the next morning. I stir from my sleep, waking up in a heap on the floor. My bones are aching from the position I slept in, and I realize I must have fallen asleep sometime during the night. The chains have rubbed my skin raw and my sleeping arrangement made my whole body sore and tense.

But the most important thing right now are the voices. I hear them out in the hallway, deep and unfamiliar. And I think they're coming for me.

I crawl into the corner of the room and pull up Matteo's leather jacket. He left it here last night, probably not intentionally. At least it kept me warm for the night in this frozen hell of a cell.

I hear commotion on the other side of the door, my heart pounding so fast. And then it opens, and three men walk inside.

They're about as tall as Matteo, and just as bulky. But they look different. They look...dangerous. Like their only intent for being in here is to hurt me.

"What do we have here?" one of them growls at me. They're all wearing masks, creepy animal faces. At least that gives me hope. If they don't want me to see their faces, maybe it means I'll be getting out of here alive.

They approach me slowly, like predators going in for the kill. I feel vulnerable in my lingerie and am so thankful for Matteo's jacket. At least it covers me up a little.

"Let me go, please," I plead with them. My voice is so weak I'm embarrassed by it. I sound like a little girl, and as another one of the men laughs, I realize that's exactly what they see me as.

"You're not getting out of here any time soon," the man with the rabbit mask tells me. "And we're not supposed to touch you, either."

"Not that we always follow the rules," the guy in the hound mask tells me. My skin is prickling all over. I can feel myself shivering.

The one man who's been quiet so far, the one wearing the lion mask, approaches me. He lifts up the leather jacket and the smooth, buttery material just slips right through my fingers. I've never felt more vulnerable.

"What's this now?" he asks in a low, menacing tone. I think he scares me the most. He hasn't made a single threat towards me, but he seems to be the most dangerous. The one who would have no problem hurting me for his own amusement. "This looks familiar...."

I can't even speak. My heart is pounding in my throat now, and I'm freaking out.

"A leather jacket? I don't remember her wearing one when she came in," the rabbit says, taking the jacket from the other man. I think the worst part is not being able to see their mouths moving when they talk. It's like I'm stuck in a horrible horror movie.

I'm shivering in the corner as the three men pass around the jacket, inspecting it closely.

"This ain't hers," the hound says. I can hear the amusement in his voice. "You know whose this is?"

"Our very own Matteo Salini," the man in the lion mask figures out. He approaches me, getting down on his one knee in front of me. I shy away from his touch as he reaches for me, his gloved fingers stroking my blushing cheeks. "You been playing with the enemy, little girl?"

"He...." I'm choking on my own words. "He's the one w-who brought me here."

"Why'd you get his jacket?" The lion's fingers are roaming my face, so tantalizingly slowly. It's killing me. The tension is too much. I know he's going to hurt me.

"I-I was cold," I stutter.

The lion laughs, a horrible, cold sound. "She was cold." He gets up, and before I even get the chance to release my pent-up breath, he slaps me across the face. I fall on my back, crying out in pain.

"Looks like this little bitch is trying to seduce one of our own," the rabbit says angrily. They all approach me and I cower on the floor, trying to scoot as far away from them as possible.

"Leave me alone, please," I beg. My voice is soft and scared. They merely laugh.

"Looks like he had some fun with you already," the hound realizes. "Look, she's ready for us. And what a pretty little thing she is."

"Don't hurt me." I'm shivering.

"Oh, pet." The rabbit grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it so I have to face him. "We're not going to hurt you. We're just going to have some fun. After all, you are a Da Costa, are you not?"

I'm too stunned to answer. Too afraid to even open my mouth.

"Strip her," the lion orders the rabbit. The man advances on me and I try hard to get away, but what kind of chance do I really have? There are three of them, and every single one could overpower me with a single movement. I whimper on the floor as the man's gloved hands rip off my bra. My hands shoot up, trying to protect my dignity.

"Nice tits," the hound remarks, laughing coldly. "Why don't we put some pretty marks on them?"

"Don't." I'm begging. I thought I was afraid before, with Matteo. I am only now realizing how kind he was to me, given the situation. I wish with all my heart, praying to my god, that he would come back and save me from these monsters.

Yes, he is dangerous. Yes, he is a killer. But he didn't try to hurt me like these guys.

"Don't fucking touch her."

My eyes flutter open and the rabbit's hand falls away from my shoulders. I'm blinking fast, trying to figure out if my prayers have been answered.

But it's not Matteo.

And the person who is standing in the doorway scares me more than any one of these three animals.

The beasts scatter like ants being stomped on by a large leather boot. They leave the room faster than the blink of an eye, and I'm left alone...alone with the man I fear the most out of them all.

Angelo Abbate.

He's an imposing figure. I feel the blood freezing in my veins. I've never felt this exposed.

He walks closer, inspecting me from every angle. When he's finally had enough, he approaches me and gently lifts my chin with one finger, making me look at him.

"You look just like her," he tells me in Italian.

I'm too scared to reply. My eyes are glassy and enormous as I stare into his cold and lifeless ones.

"W-who?" I finally manage to stammer.

He doesn't reply. Instead, he leaves the room. I start to breathe normally again, but before I can get used to the feeling, he's already back with a wooden chair. He sits down in front of me, his hands clasped in his lap.

"You realize you're going to die," he says nonchalantly. My breath catches in my throat. I shake my head no. "Oh, it's not up for debate. You will die. It'll just take a while for me to decide how."

He cracks his knuckles, wearing a stoic expression on his face. My heart is about to burst right out of my chest. "Your father ruined my life. I've been making him pay for years now."

I think of all the damage the Abbate family has done to the Da Costas. All the people they've killed over the years. So many sons, so many daughters. So many innocents.

"Haven't you ever wondered why your father never retaliated?" Angelo Abbate wonders out loud. "Ever thought about the fact that while he tried to protect you all, he never came after me?"