Dirty Dom: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (8 page)

With that I pull back and slam into her. Her body jolts forward, her heavy breasts sway with the harsh movement. But I don’t stop. I push in harder making her back arch. Her fingers dig into the sheets and she closes her eyes and bites down on the mattress. Nope. That’s not watching. As if hearing my thought, she quickly opens her eyes and stares transfixed on the image of us in the mirror.

I dig my fingers into her flesh and rut into her heat. She’s drenched in arousal, making the movements fluid and easy. The smacking sound of me punishing her pussy fill the room and fuel my need. I grunt hitting the wall of her cervix each time. Her body trembles and a look of pain crosses her face. I know she’s got to be on edge, a mix of pain and pleasure. The intensity heightening her need to cum. It’ll make it that much better when she does. She takes it though, she takes every blow.

I keep up my steady pace and reach forward to grab her breast. My fingers squeeze and pull her nipple. I slowly twist her hardened peak, feeling her pussy clamp down my dick. Fuck yeah, I know she fucking loves that. She thrashes and fights her need to pull away while also needing to push back for more. I fucking love that this is torturing her. Her eyes never leave the mirror though. I switch hands, still slamming into her welcoming heat and twist and pull her other nipple. A small squeak escapes her lips and she bites down on her arm in response. She’s trying so hard to listen. To take me fucking her while being quiet and watching. Her pussy tightens as a cold sweat breaks out along my body. I’m going to cum any minute and so is she.

“You don’t cum till I tell you to.” I snarl. She whimpers and shakes her head. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Her body heats and shakes beneath me. Needing its release. She struggling to hold on and obey. I make it even harder. I reach around her hips and run my fingers along the side of her clit. I need to get them nice and wet with her juices. She bites her lips and barely keeps her half hooded eyes focused on the mirror.

“I can’t.” Her voice cracks as she moans her words. I feel her tightening around me. She better fucking not. I gather her juices on my finger and move to her puckered hole.

“Yes you can. And you will doll; you won’t disappoint me.” Her eyes flash from the mirror to mine. “Eyes back on the mirror.” Her eyes go back to the mirror. She’s so fucking good. I speed up and love how she has to hold in her scream, how her body fights for pleasure, but she’s denying it, waiting for me to allow it. I push my finger against her asshole and slam into her cunt. “Cum, Becca. Cum for me.” I slam in again and push my finger against her forbidden opening, waiting for her to cum. Waiting for it to relax so I can slip it in. I slam into her once, twice, three more times and then she does it. Her mouth hangs open in ecstasy as her body shudders and heats with waves of intense pleasure.

My finger slips in and I press against the front wall and rub that sensitive bundle of nerves. She goes off like a fucking fire cracker. The most delightful noises I ever heard are ripped from her throat as pleasure rocks through her body. Sweat forms on my brow as I fight the need to cum. But I’m not blowing my load yet. I twist my finger and fuck in and out of her ass as she relaxes around me, aftershocks rocking through her limbs.

I slowly pull out of her, both my finger and my dick. I’m so hard it hurts. I need to cum. Her eyes are closed and she’s slumped on the bed. Her cheeks and chest flushed. She so relaxed. I smile looking down on her. That’s a good thing, because she’s gonna need to be relaxed for me to fit my dick in this tight little hole.

“Eyes on the mirror doll. I kiss the small of her back and gently press my dick at her tight rosebud. I give her a moment before really pushing into her. She knows what to say if she doesn’t want this. Her eyes spring open and her hands grip the sheets as she realizes what’s about to happen. Her entire body tenses. I pet her lower back. “Relax doll. Push back and relax.” She nervously bites her bottom lip and watches with a mix of nervousness and desire flashing in her eyes. More than anything excitement is written on her face.

She’s so tight. I push my head a little deeper and try to sink in, but she’s so fucking tight. I know I must be the only one to have her like this. Pride makes my chest swell thinking I’ll be her first. I’m going to take her like this. “Your husband never fucked you like this did he?” I don’t need her to answer, but I still want to hear it. I want to hear I’m her first.

Her back arches and twists and her body pulls away from me.

I hadn’t even gotten the head in, but maybe I was rushing it. I pull her hips back and she resists me slightly. “You’re giving me this ass doll.” I pull her hips to mine and watch as she buries her face in the covers. It doesn’t seem right. Something’s off. I don’t like it. Fuck it; I’ll have to wait for her ass. That’s fine. I got in a finger today and I know she loved that shit. She just needs to work up to it. My fingers run along her pussy lips before dipping in. “Your greedy cunt wants more doll?” I fuck my fingers in and out of her swollen, sore pussy, making sure to hit that front wall and stroke her g-spot.

I don’t get the reaction I expect. There’s no moan, her eyes aren’t on the mirror and she pulls away from me. I still and my chest tightens. Fuck, she’s hurt. What the fuck happened?

I gently place my hands on her hips and try to pull her towards me lightly, but she doesn’t budge. My heart clenches and adrenaline pumps through my veins. Anxiety floods my system. She didn’t safe word. I know she didn’t. I would’ve heard her. “What’s wrong doll?” I keep my voice calm and even, but I’m freaking the fuck out. I don’t like to see women cry. Sure as fuck not because of me.

“I hate you.” Her breathy words barely register as she lifts her head from the sheets. Her eyes are red rimmed and glassy from tears. Her chest spasms as she takes in a shuddered breath. She may as well have punched me in the gut. What the fuck happened?

“I hurt you?” I just don’t see how. I don’t know what I did. “I didn’t mean to hurt-”

“Get out!” She screams with tears leaking from the corner of her eyes and then covers her mouth with her hand. She winces as her son lets out a wail from down the hall.

I don’t know what the fuck happened. I open my mouth to protest, but she moves past me to get off the bed and immediately puts on her robe. She leaves the room without taking a look back.

She hates me?
Did it really hurt that bad? It couldn’t have. I didn’t even get my head in. I slowly climb off the bed as I walk myself through everything that happened. She was loving it.

Your husband never fucked you like this did he?
I close my eyes and let my head fall back. Fuck! I groan out loud and grab my shirt off the floor. Fuck! How could I be so fucking stupid! I lean my forehead against the wall and close my eyes. I’m such a fucking asshole. She’s not some bitch, looking for a night of fun and running around on her husband. She’s a widow for fuck sake.

I bend down to put my underwear on, trying to think of a way out of this shit. I need to back peddle fast. As I reach for my pants I catch a glimpse under the bed. I sink to the floor and cover my face with my hands. There are boxes under the bed with his name on it. I look on the dresser and see pictures of them. A cute fucking family photograph.

I feel like such a prick. He just fucking died. I shake my head and scowl. She doesn’t need this. She doesn’t need some prick bossing her around and using her like I am. I swallow the lump growing in my throat and pull my pants up. I need to get the fuck out of here.

She deserves better than this. Better than me.

I huff a humorless laugh and push my emotions down. She’s too good for me anyway. And I have no place in my life for her. I start to open her bedroom door, but I can hear her humming a lullaby to her little boy. My heart clenches and tears prick at my eyes. I don’t fucking cry. She said she hates me. Told me to get the fuck out. That’s fine I can do that for her.

I take a peek down the hall. The door is only cracked. I clench my fists and walk silently past the door and keep going. I don’t look back or even wince when the floor boards squeak on the stairs. I don’t stop moving until I’m at the front door. I hesitate, but only for enough time to hear her words over again.

She hates me.

I take one last look at the house before opening my car door. Her picture perfect home that I forced myself into and I climb in my car and leave her behind.

It’s only after I’m half way home that I realize I forgot my tie. At least she’ll have a piece of me to hold onto. Sadness overwhelms me.

I’m sure she’ll just throw it the fuck out. I would.

I
wake
up to the sound of Jax squealing into the monitor. My hands fly to my eyes to rub the tiredness away. They’re so sore. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve cried myself to sleep. Divorce and death will do that to even the strongest women. So I’m not ashamed of that.

But I am filled with shame.

I roll over onto my back and stretch my sore body. My pussy hurts from last night. Evidence of what happened. I let it happen. I wanted it to happen. My throat closes and my chest hollows. I can’t cry over this. I don’t even want to believe it happened. I wish I could just forget him.

What’s even worse though, is how sad I was when I heard him leave last night. It fucking hurt, listening to him sneaking out and hearing the door close. I held Jax longer than I needed too. Long after he’d fallen asleep in my arms. I just couldn’t let him go.

As if on cue, he screams, “Mommy!” and my room fills with his little voice. The hint of a smile graces my lips and I climb out of bed. Time to get ready. I way over slept. But it’s Monday, no weekend rush. I can get him ready and off to preschool before heading in. Sarah will pick him up and I’ll make spaghetti. Jax’s favorite. I shake my hands of this numbing anxiety racing through my body.

It’s over. I ended it. My heart pains as it twists into an unforgiving knot in my chest. It shouldn’t hurt this much to do the right thing.

Why does it hurt so much? I’m so tired of being in pain.

* * *

I
hate Mondays
. There’s always so much shit that needs to be done. I need to make sure everything is correct with inventory first. I’ve got to order everything by two to make sure I have it all by Friday lunch time. I breathe in deep. I have my check list on the lap top. I’m supposed to interview managers and another assistant manager. But I don’t have the time.

I know I should make the time because it would really lighten my load to have the help, but there’s just so much to do. And I really try so damn hard to be home by five, six at the latest, so I can be there for Jax. Of course I have to go back to work using my lap top as soon as he’s asleep. But as long as I’m there for him when he’s done with preschool and at his soccer practice, that’s what matters.

I can’t miss this time with him. Babies don’t keep.

I park my car in my spot. The same spot I park in every fucking day for the past four years and a heavy sigh leaves me. I really wish I could take a break. I wish I didn’t have to run myself ragged every damn day. I could sell out. I could take the money and try to invest it so it would last for us. But fucking Rick got us into so much debt, digging his way out of financial ruin. And then all the lawyer’s fee. And then of course when he died I had to pay his lawyers that tried to take Jax away from me. That bill fucking hurt like hell to pay. I take the key from the ignition. I can’t stop now. Just one day at a time will get me through. And at least I still have my little man. I’ll be strong for him.

Grabbing my shoulder bag with my lap top in it and my purse, I swing both over my shoulder and get out of the car. I click the alarm and turn towards the restaurant.

A scream tears through my throat as a large hand, concealed in a black leather glove covers my mouth and a large body wraps around my frame. No! I scream and flail my arms. No! This can’t be happening. For a moment, I think it may be Dom. But this isn’t him. I know it’s not him. Tears sting my eyes as my throat burns with a shrilling scream. I stumble forward, as the man pushes his chest into me and crushes his heavy weight against my body, pinning me to the rough brick. My head bashes against it and my cheek scrapes it.

The stinging cuts hardly register as he twists my arm. The pain shoots up my shoulder. The black sleeve of the man’s sweater slips up his arm and reveals a dark, detailed tattoo of a green dragon wrapped around a red shield. Another man comes out in front of me with a rag. I struggle in the man’s hold, trying like hell to get away.

But it’s no use.

The rag covers my face and I try not to breathe.

I hold my breath for as long as I can, but I can’t. I inhale the chloroform into my lungs.

The last thing that goes through my mind as the darkness takes over is, Dom. I wish he were here to save me.

* * *

M
y head feels so heavy
. So groggy. My vision swirls and my chin touches my chest. I groan and lean my head back. “Agh!” That was a mistake. My temples pulse with pain. I try to move my aching shoulders and then I remember. I struggle against the abrasive rope digging into my arms, wrists, thighs and ankles.

A scream tears through me. My eyes open wide, but all I see is black. I’m tied down to a chair and blind folded. My heart races and my breathing comes up short. No. I shake my head frantically. This can’t be happening. “No!”

Smack!
A hand lands hard across my face and whips my head to the side. The sound echoes through the room. I cry out in pain. My shoulders burn from the harsh movement. How long have I been here? Jax. Tears stream down my face. I bite my tongue. I don’t know if they have him. Whoever they are. I don’t know if they even know he exists. I keep my mouth shut. Who the fuck took me? What do they want?

Dom. The air stills in my lungs. Did he do this? My body shudders in agony and my chest aches with betrayal. I shake my head. He wouldn’t do this. How the fuck would I know? I don’t know him. I should’ve never talked to him like that. My shoulders try to turn inward, I try to close myself in, but I can’t. I’m stuck like this.

“Is she finally awake?” My head lifts and turns to a distant voice on my right. I don’t recognize the thick Italian accent.

“Yeah boss.” A very deep voice sounds from right in front of me and I instinctively try to get away. My feet scrape against the floor. Bare feet. It’s to no avail. Two large, cold hands settle on my shoulders and squeeze. It fucking hurts.

A deep, menacing chuckle is followed by the stench of foul breath and cigarette smoke. “You’re not going anywhere… doll.” My stomach drops and my chest hollows.
Dom.

“That’s right. We know all about your boyfriend.” The large hands try to pull me forward, which only causes the searing pain to shoot up my shoulders and make me wince.

The other voice that sounded so distant before rings out very clear and very close, “Just answer our questions and we’ll let you go.” A hand reaches out and cups my face. I flinch from the sudden touch and I’m rewarded with another hard slap. I scream out again, against my will.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I barely get the words out. They have the wrong person. I don’t know him. I only know where his office is and his name. Shame floods me again. I feel like a fucking whore. A stupid slut about to get married because some asshole made me hot and I gave into temptation. This is what happens when you’re bad. This is where you end up.

I try to keel over as a solid fist lands hard in my gut. The need to vomit floods my system and the pain radiates from my stomach to my back. Holy fuck that hurt.

“Don’t fucking lie to us!” The other man, Distant Man yells at me. Tears fall freely as I gasp for air.

“Be a good doll, we need to know where Dom keeps the files for his daddy.”

My head shakes viciously. “I don’t know. I swear I don’t know.” My heart hammers in my chest, beating furiously as if trying to escape. I wait in the silence, for something for anything.

A hard punch lands on my jaw. My bones crunch and I swear something cracks. I sob uncontrollably from the pain.

“You do know. There’s no reason to keep it from us. Just be a good doll. We saw you bring him the money. When he took it, where did he put it and where did he write down the drop. Where does he keep that pad?”

A loud ringing noise sounds in my head. White noise. It’s so loud it nearly drowns out their words. I don’t fucking know. I swear to God I don’t know. I think back to what happened. I try to remember. There was no pad. I think he just tossed the money on the table. I don’t remember. I open my mouth to plead with them, but it scorches with pain. I shake my head and plead with them, “I don’t know. Please. Please let me go.”

I whimper through the pain and prepare for another blow. And it comes. Landing hard in my gut again. I try to crumple over from the agonizing pain, but I can’t. Blood spills from my mouth as I cough it up.

They’re going to kill me. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to save myself.

Tears burn my eyes as my head starts to sway.
Dom.
Dom please, save me.

My head hangs low as my breathing comes in ragged pulls. He’s not going to save me. Knights in shining armor don’t exist. Even if they did, he wouldn’t be one of them.