Married to the Bad Boy(23)

“Because you want me, too.”

That’s true, isn’t it?

Then I tug his tie and lean my face forward, crushing my lips against his startled ones. I’m determined to make him want me, but I’m surprised at how much I want him.

Heat spreads like a fire under my skin the moment his tongue slides inside my mouth, and I dig my fingers in his hair, which is softer than I realize. God, he smells incredible, and his mouth tastes amazing. My palm spreads over his broad chest and travels down his dress shirt, to his waist. Then I ride my palm over his hardening cock, and I give him a squeeze.

He breaks off the kiss and gives me that sleepy, lustful look that sends a jolt of excitement through my heart. Then he reaches into his pants and pulls out a few bills, slapping them on the counter.





TONY



I don’t know what the fuck this crazy bitch wants from me. One minute I’m flirting with this hot broad who brought me a drink, and the next she’s grabbing my dick in a bar full of people.

Jesus.

I didn’t know what to expect when she made a beeline for me at the bar, but I was fully committed to spending the next fifteen or twenty minutes torturing her before taking her home and fucking the shit out of her. Then her hand moved up my thigh and my cock sprung to life. Heat rushed into my veins like whiskey and all I could think about was how it felt. It was as if we had fucked many times before. She surprised me. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from my cock, my heart pounding in my ears as my dick twitched and twitched in my pants.

What a crazy bitch.

What a crazy, hot bitch.

Red flags blaze at me at the back of my mind, but her hand rolls over my groin and squeezes. It lengthens underneath her delicate fingers. She’s a Mafia princess. I thought that she was probably uptight and boring like the rest of the girls connected with the life.

Within a few seconds of apologizing, she grabbed my cock.

So much for that theory.

Elena’s pretty smile makes my heart clench again, or maybe it’s the fact that she keeps stroking my cock. Fuck, it’s hard to concentrate. Unconsciously I slap some money on the bar and catch Tommy’s eye near the back. He grins at me and shakes his head, disappearing to the back.

Go ahead and tell Johnny about this, I don’t give a fuck.

I love easy pussy, and this one seems wild. What the fuck would possess a chick to grab a stranger’s cock? She’s either horny out of her mind or on drugs, but her eyes look clear to me.

I close my hand over her wrist and pull her body over my lap. “Hold on a second, hon.”

She sighs, shifting her hips over my lap. My cock makes a loud protest that I try to ignore.

“What is it?”

“Tell me what you want.”

The last time she saw me, she asked me to kill her ex.

An irritated look flashes over her face. “Do you want to take me home or not?”

Whoa.

“I’ll take you home and fuck you in due time, but first I want to know what you want from me.”

Her fingers brush against my neck and her lips fall against mine. She kisses me, if you can call that a kiss. Tantalizing lips and tongue brush over my mouth, barely there. It heats my chest and makes my heart pound.

“I haven’t had good sex in months.”

“What changed between now and the last time you saw me?” I say in a low voice.

“I—I was overwhelmed with personal things.”

I don’t buy it—not the fact that she doesn’t want to fuck me—but that she doesn’t want anything from me. She asked me to get rid of her ex the first time. She’ll probably ask again.

Whatever. I just want to fuck her.

“All right, let’s get out of here.”

Elena returns from the back of the bar, all dressed up for the outdoors, but leaves her wool coat open, probably so that I can’t miss her cleavage.

Nothing about this girl makes sense. She acts like an unapologetic slut, but she doesn’t look like one. There’s very little makeup on her face, and what little there is enhances her natural beauty. She looks like the girl next door. Innocent. Fresh.

I stiffen as she bumps against my side and slides her small hand in mine. Then I smile to myself. Definitely not a whore.

“Your place or mine?”

“Yours,” she says immediately.

My cock stirs when she looks at me under her eyelashes. Damn, this chick fucking wants me. It’s suspicious, but my dick could care less. I take her to my car and my hand slips from hers. I open the door for her, and she smiles and gets in.

She rubs her fingers for warmth as I start the car and gives me a wide, playful grin.

I’m going to have you every which way.

I must be driving 80 kilometers per hour down these fucking streets. Her hand lies on my thigh like a hot brand. Her fingers make small movements, driving me nuts as she slowly inches closer and closer to my groin.