Bad Girl_ Valetti Crime Family(30)

My orgasm hits me with a force I’ve never felt before. It comes so quickly, and so forcefully that I wasn’t prepared. I scream and convulse as a white light blinds me and my skin turns to fire. He kisses my thigh, my hip. His rough stubble scratches gently across my sensitive skin and makes my body shudder.

I breathe heavily as I come back down and watch as he sucks on his fingers with a look of pure rapture.

He takes them out of his mouth with a pop and smirks at me. “I told you you’d enjoy it. Now lie back and be a good girl for me. I’ll give you everything you need.”



When the morning light shines through the bit of my window not covered by the curtain, I roll over in my bed to avoid the light and reach out to nothing. My eyelids part and I sit up to make sure, but I already know he’s gone. My hand rests where he was last night and it’s cold.

I clench my thighs and feel so fucking sore. My pussy is slightly swollen and the movement sends a shot of need through me. If he was here, I’d want him again.

But he’s not.

I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling not knowing how to feel, or what to think.

I want him, obviously, and our chemistry is undeniable, but I can’t possibly expect anything to come of this. It’s a bad idea to play a man who won’t keep you. I pull the covers tighter around my shoulders and sink back into the warmth of the bed.

I close my eyes and try to ignore it. I’m not in any state to even think about what happened, let alone try to figure out where this is going.





Tommy





I can’t believe I’m here. I’m practically stalking a cop. She looks different today. She’s wearing a cute little sundress. It’s black on top, and white on the bottom, with a bright pink sash separating the two colors around her waist. It looks cute on her. Different, but cute. I watch as she takes off her sunglasses and looks into the window of a sandwich shop. She’s hungry, good. I wanna feed her. I keep watching as she purses her lips and puts the sunglasses back on and walks closer to me, even though she’s on the other side of the street and hasn't even seen me yet.

I’m just waiting for her to feel my eyes on her. I wanna see her reaction. I grin from ear to ear as she stops in her tracks with her head turned in my direction. A smile spreads across her gorgeous lips. That's a good reaction. I see her shoulders relax as she looks down the road, checking for oncoming traffic. She crosses the street and I motion for her to follow me into the shop I’ve been standing out in front of. I don’t want us meeting on the street. We need to be inside for this.

Once I’m sure she knows I'm heading inside, I walk into the coffee shop and sit at a table near the back. No one should really notice us here. No one would recognize me so far from our territory. It’s still a risk, but it’s one I’m willing to take.

“What are you doing here?” she asks in a hushed voice as she sits down. She looks around the restaurant and I let her. I give her a moment to realize it’s alright. Her hair is in a high ponytail, but a small piece has fallen out and it tickles along her collarbone. She turns to look at the customers in line. She looks so fucking beautiful. Her skin has a faint flush to it, and I’m not sure if it’s because of me, or something else. But I’d love to think I caused it.

I wait for her to look at me with those beautiful green eyes full of curiosity. “I had nothing better to do.”

“Nothing better than to follow me around?” Her tone has a bit of admonishment to it. But I know she’s happy. I can tell. And I like that. Her hand is fiddling with the locket hanging from her necklace. I’ve seen her do that before. I wondered back then what’s inside her locket, or who gave it to her. It’s someone important and I want to find out, but now’s not the time.

“Yeah, well, my day job is on hold at the moment.” I watch her eyes widen as I answer her. She didn’t expect me to talk about work, but if we’re planning on fucking, and I sure as hell am, then we need to be blunt and honest.

She noticeably swallows and looks toward the front of the restaurant. “Should you really be telling me that?”

“Are you wired, baby? The last couple of times I’ve checked your clothes, you weren’t.” Her cheeks go bright red, and it’s fucking adorable to see.

“Thomas--” I cut her off before she can finish.

“Tommy. Call me Tommy.” It feels good telling her that. Such a stupid thing. But everyone calls me Tommy. And I want her to do the same. I shouldn’t. I know this is wrong, but I do.

“Tommy, I don’t know about this.” I can hear the worry in her voice.