Havok: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (18 page)

G
od
, I need him so bad. But he doesn't give himself to me. Not just yet.

Instead, he dips down, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down the henley t-shirt that covers my chest. When he gets to my waist, he reaches up and pushes my shirt over my breasts. I watch him take in my body, his eyes scanning over my flat tummy and my breasts. I run my palm over a nipple, which is hard and sensitive in the cool bedroom air. I feel wetness soaking my sweatpants, and I absent-mindedly roll my nipple through my fingers. But he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away.

"These are mine," he says, and plants more kisses on me, leading up to my breasts. He takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking, nibbling, and cupping my free breast in his other hand. Fuck. It feels like there's a live wire connecting his lips to my pussy. Heat surges through my core, and a deep ache throbs inside me. The only relief will be when he slips inside me, and fills up the empty space. I can remember exactly how it felt the first time his cock pressed inside me. It was like nothing I've ever felt before. I felt like I was made for him, made to take him inside me, for us to become one. Havok and Penny.

"Fuck, babe," he says, taking his lips off my nipple, "I need to taste you."

Still straddling me, he slides my sweatpants down to my ankles, and I kick them off the foot of the bed. My legs seem to spread by themselves; my body knows exactly what it wants and it doesn't need help getting it.

Havok dips down between my legs, and presses his nose and lips against my pussy. I can feel the wetness dripping down toward my asshole, and the touch of his face against sends a zap of pleasure up my spine. "Fuck," he says, "You taste so good."

He hungrily laps at me, and I press my hips into his face, savoring the feeling of his rough stubble against my inner thighs. I feel his tongue flick over my clit, circle it, and then plunge between my wet lips.

I gasp, and I have to remind myself to breathe. "My clit," I say, "Do what you were just doing."

He presses his arms against my spread legs, spreading them even further, exposing me to him completely. His lips brush gently over my clit, and he circles it with his tongue. My legs shudder as he finds the right spot, and when he finds it, he swirls his tongue steadily over my hard nub.

"Oh my god," I cry out in between gasps. I've never felt anything this intense before. I can usually control myself, but he's sending me cascading toward my orgasm, and I don't think I could stop it if I tried.

But I don't want to try. I want to share my orgasm with him, want him to feel how hard he makes me shake, want him to know that I'm all his.

"Just like that," I say. He moves his hands from my legs to my ass, spreading me, pulling me apart for him. For some reason, I don't feel self-conscious at all. I've never had a lover worship me like this, never felt so completely secure and sure that I'm loved, desired, and attractive.

I buck my hips against his face, powerless to stop the tide of pleasure surging toward me. He slips a finger inside me—no, it feels like two—and speeds up his licking ever so slightly. It feels like his tongue is moving just over the outside of my clit, never right over it. It makes the oncoming orgasm feel deep, huge, and unavoidable.

"I'm gonna cum," I pant between breaths, and he makes an approving noise without taking his mouth off me.

Then the oncoming waves crest, and I bite down on my lip hard, almost enough to draw blood. The pleasure surges through me, and I feel all the muscles inside squeezing and contracting, all the build-up and tension rolling off me in waves. The urgent need and desire transforms itself into release, and my body shudders as waves of pleasure ripple through me.

When I finally finish, I feel like I'm sinking into the bedsheets. Havok slowly eases up on me, gliding his tongue over my lips, cleaning me up, tasting my deepest desires.

Then, he comes back to me, and presses his lips onto mine, and I taste myself. A forbidden thrill rushes through me. For some reason, tasting myself on his lips is just so fucking hot. I feel like I can cum again. I just need him inside me.

I pull away, staring into his eyes, admiring his long, beautiful eyelashes. "Fuck me," I say. "Please. I need you so bad."

He hooks his arms under my knees, pulling them up to my shoulders, opening me up to him. He reaches down and grabs his cock, and I see that it's still hard and thick with need. He places the head against my wetness, and the teasing sensation is almost too much to bear. I thrust my hips toward him, trying to make his cock slip inside me, but he teases me, pulling away.

"You want this thick cock in your tight cunt," he says.

I nod, almost desperately.

"Because even though you're pregnant with my kid, you just can't get enough of me."

"I need it so bad," I whisper, fisting his thick, dark hair.

"I need it worse," he whispers into my ear. Then, he slides the head of his cock into me, slowly, and I gasp as he stretches me. He's so big that it almost hurts, but at the same time it satisfies me in a way that I've barely ever imagined. Right now I have no goal in life, no other desires than to be filled up, to be this man's fuckdoll. He's so fucking strong, and confident, and dangerous, and my pussy brings him to his knees. It fills me with a deep sense of satisfaction.

Then, he slides his cock the rest of the way into me, right up to the hilt. I gasp, and it surprises even me that I can take his huge tool all the way inside me.

He withdraws and thrusts again, and I move my hips in motion with him, milking his cock, wanting everything he has to offer me. If I weren't already pregnant, I would beg him to fuck a baby into me. As he grunts, almost tearing me apart with his rock-hard cock, I lose myself in satisfaction. I can't imagine anything better than to be carrying his child, having him inside me, giving everything I have to offer.

But he slows down, and pulls out. And when he does, it gives me such an empty feeling. I hate it.

He gets off the bed, standing up, and then bends over and picks me up, cradling me in his arms. I tilt my head up, and we share a kiss. "I'm taking you from behind," he says. He puts me on my feet, then pushes me up against the bedroom wall. His hard cock, wet and slippery with my fluids, presses against my ass, and I ache for him to slip inside me again. He doesn't make me wait long.

He stuffs me, fills me, and begins to fuck me hard. My body crashes up against the wall, over and over again, the paint getting slick with my sweat. "Your cunt is so fucking tight," he whispers into my ear. As he thrusts, I try to hold myself away from the wall, but his weight and power are too much. Eventually I just give up, turning my cheek to rest my head against the wall, and I let him take me, hard and fast.

With my legs squeezed hard together, each thrust stimulates me deep inside, and the friction transfers over my skin to my clit. His hands wander up my sides as he fucks me, slipping between the wall and my body, cupping my breasts. I've never felt so dominated or owned in my life. No one has ever fucked me like this before. And I'm fucking shocked how much I like it.

"I'm getting close," he says, his voice husky. "I'm gonna fill that pussy with my seed."

"Do it," I gasp, my lungs barely able to fill themselves against the crushing weight of Havok's body.

With a grunt, he pushes himself all the way inside me. "Oh," I squeak out, "Yes."

"Fuck," he says, and holds his cock still inside me, as deep as it'll go. I feel him pulsing inside me, and a deep warmth fills me up inside. I shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being seeded by my man. Fuck. With every other guy, I always wanted to use a condom. Didn't like the feeling of cum inside me. But I fucking love Havok's inside me. It feels so right.

As his orgasm ends, he leans into me, and we both pant, trying to catch our breaths. He leaves his cock stuffed inside me, and I can feel it soften just a bit. I like that. It lets me know I pleased him.

I look at him over my shoulder. "How was that?" I say.

He wipes beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. God, he's handsome. "Fucking incredible," he says. I feel his cock still inside me, and I wiggle my butt against him a little bit. It sends a burst of friction over my clit, a gentle reminder to him that I'm not finished yet.

He grins, and kisses me over my shoulder. "I'm not done with you," he says. "There's still one more way I'm taking you."

I giggle, and I almost can't believe what I'm hearing. "Do you mean..." My voice trails off, and suddenly I feel shy. I turn to face the wall again, feeling my face redden.

He cups my ass with both hands. He leans into me, and whispers into my ear, "I'm gonna fucking stuff this tight little ass."

My heart pounds inside my chest. I've never had this before, and the idea scares me. But what scares me even more is that I want it. I want to give all of myself to him. And I want to find out how it feels. I still have another orgasm inside me waiting to come out, and I feel so dirty at the idea of him taking my ass.

I wiggle against him, and he steps back, giving me enough room to turn around and face him. "I trust you," I say, putting my hands on his chest. "Be gentle with me."

He leads me to the bed, and pushes me down so I'm bent over the mattress. He pulls my asscheeks apart, and runs his fingers over my pussy. "You're so fucking wet," he says. Then, I feel his wet fingers against my asshole, and I gasp. Slowly, he slides a finger in, and there's so much of my natural wetness on him that it barely hurts. It feels weird, like I'm being filled up in an unnatural way, but there's something really good about it.

"Fuck," I say, my cheek against the blanket. "Put it in. Just go slow."

I feel the head of his cock against me, slick with my juices. He presses some, and I grimace. It's so fucking huge, and I feel nervous. I take deep breaths, trying to relax, and he goes slow.

"Push back," he says, and I follow his instructions. I put my hands on the mattress, holding myself up, pressing my weight into him. He fills me, and I go slow. All my instincts are telling me to let him slip out of me, but I fight against them, and it feels hot to do so. I press backwards harder, and finally I feel like the head of his cock is all the way in. The sensation starts not to feel as foreign, and I press back even more. I feel his length slip inside me, and I gasp hard, wincing. It's fucking good, but it's so intense.

"You're gonna fucking make me cum so hard," he says, and I can hear the sincerity in his voice.

"Fuck me in my ass," I say, and a thrill flies through me.

He goes slow at first, and I grit my teeth. But it's so wet, so slippery, and it doesn't hurt. It actually starts to feel good. Really fucking good. Like I'm-gonna-cum-from-this good.

I can't even believe he's still fucking me after getting off twice. The man has incredible stamina. And I can't wait for many more nights of taking advantage of that.

My heart flutters as he fucks me in my most private spot, and heat keeps building between my thighs. I spread my legs more, and reach down with one hand to touch myself. I rub my clit, timing my touch with his thrusts, and finally I feel an orgasm rising up inside me. Fuck. I need this so bad.

I grind my hand into my clit, panting audibly. Havok's hands are wrapped tight around my waist, and he's in complete control. But I'm in control of when my orgasm hits. And I want us to cum at the same time.

I look over my shoulders, straining my neck to do so. I can see his cock thrusting in my ass, and it makes me fucking hot. "Cum in my ass, baby," I say between breaths. "Do it. Fill me up, honey."

He grunts. "I'm there," he says. I quicken my pace on my clit, and my orgasm rips through me just as he starts to cum inside me.

"Oh, fuck," he growls, and I squeal with ecstasy, unable to form words at all. I work my clit furiously, riding the wave of my orgasm, savoring the warm flooding feeling inside me.

Time seems to stop, and finally, we both somehow end up on the bed, his arms around me, pulling me tight. I'm the little spoon and I like it that way.

It's light outside, and it's probably almost ten in the morning now. But I don't care. My body is floating on a cloud, and all I want right now is to fall asleep with my man. It's a lazy morning and we don't have anywhere to go.

I squeeze his arm tight, planting a kiss on it, and he puts his chin between my shoulder and neck. I turn my cheek, and he kisses it.

"Havok," I say. "I love you."

He squeezes me tight. "I love you more than anything, Penny."

H
er face is flushed
, she's sweating, and she's not wearing any makeup. But she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

She cradles our newborn baby boy in her arms, lying on the hospital bed. The doctors and nurses bustle around in the birth center. We just have to stay here overnight for observation, and then we get to go home.

With our son.

She holds our boy close to her chest. I'd never seen a live birth before, and it was... alarming, to say the least. Fucking killed me inside to see her in pain. But now, as our boy crosses into his twentieth minute alive, I see no pain on her face. Just happiness.

"This is Daddy," she coos to him, and looks up at me. Those are eyes I could get lost in. "Take him," she says.

I bend down and take my son in my arms for the first time, holding him tight. He's so small.

I feel something I've never felt before. All my life, after every major event, I thought I'd feel... different. After losing my father. After joining the Bratva. After my first fuck. After my first hit. But I never did. I always felt like the same person afterwards.

But now, holding this baby in my arms, I know I'd do
anything
to protect him. Fatherhood, and being together with this beautiful woman, this is the most significant event of my life.

"We made him," says Penny, her eyes welling up with tears. I cradle our baby in my left arm, and reach down with my right to squeeze her hand. "Abraham," she says, "that's what I want to name him. After my father."

"Abraham," I say. "That's a good traditional name."

And just like that, it's decided.

With Igor and Grigory out of the picture, I'm now in charge of the West Ark Bratva. This baby, he's my redemption, and I feel I can finally move on from my past. And killing—I'm fucking finished with it. My heart's been healed.

Unless my family is on the line. In that case, there's
nothing
I fucking won't do.

Luka and Valentin are my two right-hand men now, and they're spearheading an effort to shore up lost revenues. A bunch of those girls we rescued, we hired them at
Fascinations
until they can get back on their feet. We're expanding operations. And we fucking treat them right. Anyone does them wrong, and I handle it myself.

Life is moving the right direction.

* * *

I
make
a few cuts with my saw, then remove my goggles to inspect my work. I'm standing in the middle of the spare bedroom, which is going to be Abraham's room. Light pours in through the lacy white curtains, and the walls are half-covered in children's wallpaper featuring cartoon cars, beach balls, animals, and toys.

The cuts look good, and I start to screw the panel onto the half-built crib standing next to me.

"I never knew you were a woodworker," says Penny, sitting in a traditional Russian rocking chair and nursing Abraham.

I shoot her a cocky grin. "Making you cum isn't my only talent."

She looks aghast. "Don't talk like that around the baby," she exclaims.

I roll my eyes. "He can't understand me. Plus, I'm teaching him Russian. Not English."

Penny starts to fume, and turns as red as the borscht soup my nana used to make. I laugh. "Joke," I say. "Relax."

She shakes her head and goes back to nursing Abraham. She looks down at him, and says, "I hope you turn out smarter than your daddy."

I chuckle to myself and turn back to the project at hand.