Brad remembered her. I didn’t even have to remove any fingers for him to confess. He was weak and stupid, but I still enjoyed killing him. Prison didn’t make me ruthless; I was already well acquainted with what it takes to make it to the top of my world.
I didn’t come from one of the big families or have a name that meant anything, so I had to work for it. Doing dirty work for families like Massimo’s until I could climb the ranks.
She’s asleep in our bed, her little ball of rage and fur curled up beside her. I like it that he protects her when I’m gone, though we’re still going to need some boundaries. After all, Love is mine. I stole her fair and square.
I hit the shower, Brad’s blood running off me as steam fills the room. The familiar ache in my left shoulder is back, a constant reminder of how fleeting loyalty can be. I’d gotten too comfortable when I’d gotten to the top of the game. I know that now. It’s the reason Massimo was able to get close. Hubris. It’s always pride before the fall. And fuck, did I fall and then some.
But now, I see a way forward. One with Massimo dead at my feet and Love by my side. Love. I smile. I know her full name, but I don’t use it. Not until she tells me I can. I want her permission for that, and for her to take my last name when the time comes.
I finish soaping up, then turn.
I stop, my body going taut as I find Love in the bathroom, her mouth open as she stares at my hardening cock.
10
Lovett
I should turn and run from the bathroom, but my feet remain planted where they are. I knew what I was going to find when I woke to the sound of the shower. The last thing I should have done was slip from the bed and make my way toward my captor. Yet that’s exactly what I did. I can’t explain the strange need I had to go check on him. I just had to know he was okay.
I know Bruno is a bad man that does bad things. I’m sure his lifestyle comes with a high risk of getting hurt. Not that I should care. Especially since I swore to uphold the law. If anything, I should be trying to get more information on whatever dirt he does so I can arrest him.
But the truth is I care more about his safety than any law on the books. I even tried to stay awake to wait for him to come back home. That didn’t really work out with me, but it’s totally not my fault I conked out. It doesn’t mean I was worried any less. Between the food, all of the orgasms, and then Pikachu cuddling with me, I was out within minutes of crawling into bed.
“Come here,” Bruno orders, his voice like gravel beneath tires.
My feet start to move but not in the direction they should be. I come to a stop right outside the shower. My eyes take in every hard inch of Bruno. I try not to stare at his cock, but I can’t help myself. The head is red, almost angry looking, and pointing right at me. My body responds, my nipples growing tight, and that same ache I always get between my thighs with him is already growing.
He reaches for the shirt I’d stolen out of his closet before I got into bed and pulls it over my head. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as his eyes roam over me. I should feel shy around him. I don’t. My fingers itch to reach out and touch him. I know I shouldn’t be feeling these things for him under the circumstances, but I have no control over it. I’m drawn to him in a way I’ve never been to anyone else.
His hand comes to the back of my neck, pulling me with him under the spray of the shower. He leans down to kiss me. Without thinking, I lift up on my tiptoes to meet him. I barely come up to the center of his chest. Before he can demand entrance, my lips are already parting on their own for him. My body is such a traitor, but at least I can touch him now.
My hands go to his chest as his tongue tangles with mine, making me moan into his mouth. All I can think about is how he licked me before. How he’d spread me wide and devoured between my legs. It hadn’t been only my sex.
His mouth had been everywhere. Places I’d never before thought of a man kissing me. It was dirty and wrong, but I want more of it. He has my body wondering what else he might do to it. He’s making me crave him.
I push in closer, trying to rub myself against him. His cock presses into my stomach. “Bruno.” I gasp when he lifts his head, breaking our kiss. He stares down at me. I open my mouth, but no words come out. A lost feeling starts to take over me.
His hand leaves the back of my neck and comes to my chin. He grips it in a firm hold before tilting my head further back.
“I think you need me as much as I need you.”
I swallow, thinking he might be right. Not that I’m going to admit that. I’m his captive, after all.
“Take the panties off and get on your knees,” he says. I don’t move. The need to challenge him rises inside of me.
“That's an order,” he growls, stepping into me, causing me to back up until my back hits the tiled wall. “You're mine. To do what I want with. Don’t forget that.” His words only ramp up my arousal. He reaches down and grips my panties. I cry out when he rips them from my body. That lost feeling slips away as he gives me what I need but can’t ask for.
I fall to my knees in front of him, wanting to please him. He braces one hand on the wall in front of him as he guides the head of his cock to my mouth. “Open for me,” he says even as he’s already pressing his cock into my mouth, giving me no choice but to let him in. I moan when his taste hits my tongue as he stretches my mouth to fit him.
I whimper when he starts to thrust in and out of my lips. “Eyes. I want them on me.” He groans, his other hand going to the wall to help brace himself as he continues to work his cock in and out of my mouth. The ache between my thighs grows almost unbearable.
I stare up at him as he takes what he wants. There is a wild darkness in his eyes. He begins to thrust deeper and faster. I slip my hand between my thighs, my fingers going to my clit. Bruno stops suddenly.
“Don’t. Only I get to touch your pussy.” I whimper around his cock but do as he commands, dropping my hands to rest on my thighs. My clit throbs. “Good girl. Now suck, and you'll get your reward.” I do as he says. “Hollow those cheeks,” he demands as he goes back to thrusting in and out of my mouth. I suck as hard as I can, wanting to please him.
I gag when he hits the back of my throat, but he pulls back. Deep, loud groans come from him. They almost sound painful. His hands reach down to tangle into my hair before he thrusts again deep into my mouth and comes. I drink down every drop of him as he moans my name.
My whole body buzzes with so much need I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand when he reaches for me. I don’t need to because he lifts me up, pinning me to the shower wall and kissing me.
His hand goes between us before he thrusts two fingers inside of me. I gasp at the sensation. His thumb presses against my clit in firm circles, giving me exactly what I need.
“Fuck you’re tight.”
It’s all too much. I cry out as the orgasm takes me. Black spots dance in my eyes as I cling to Bruno.
“Don’t pass out on me.” I hear him say as he turns the shower off and starts to dry me off. “Doesn’t matter. Pass out.” He says against my ear. “I’m tying you back to the bed. Tonight I will feast whenever I like.”
I don’t understand what he means at first.