Step Bride: A Bad Boy Mob Roman(8)

“How could you?” I blurted out, anger finally winning. “How could you get married again and sell the house without even talking to me?”

“Sweetie,” she said slowly, “I know this is a lot to process. It just happened so fast.”

“No, Mom,” I snapped. “You messed up big time. You have been an irresponsible train wreck for years, one of the worst parents imaginable. I thought it was bad when you got arrested for drugs, but this? This is way, way worse. This is a betrayal.”

“Sweetie,” she said more firmly, “we can talk about this when you’re home. When you calm down.”

“I won’t calm down,” I said.

“I’ll have Arturo’s people get you at the airport.”

“Mom—”

“Goodbye.”

She hung up.

I stared at my phone, my mouth hanging open.

In a single moment my life had suddenly been thrown into chaos. Everything I thought I knew about my life had suddenly shifted. I didn’t have my home anymore, and my mother had gotten married to a man I knew absolutely nothing about.

“You okay?” Pacey asked.

I looked at her, my face ashen. “She sold my house, and married some guy.”

“I heard your side. I’m sorry.”

She walked over and threw her arms around me.

“This summer is really going to suck,” I said after a minute.

Pacey laughed. “Yeah. This summer is really going to suck.”





Chapter Four: Lucas





I woke up groggy in my huge Vegas bed and rolled onto my side. I was conspicuously alone and had spent my wedding night drinking good scotch with Vince.

My wedding night. I, Lucas Barone, had gotten fucking married. I chuckled to myself at the thought. Of course, the girl didn’t really think it was real, or maybe she did and she just didn’t care. But I had the marriage license to prove it.

That wedding, although cheesy and stupid, had been very real.

I was a little disappointed about how the night had ended, though. Natalie was fucking sexy, all cute and innocent-seeming but a fucking pro when you got under her panties. She’d been moaning my name and had come like a wave as soon as I’d gotten my fingers on her soaked little pussy. I had assumed she was good to go and wanted more.

But as soon as we finished the ceremony, she freaked, said she wanted to go home. I wasn’t the type to force a lady into anything, and I actually did have some respect for her, so I dropped her off as promised.

But fuck did I want her still. My cock was hard against the soft sheets as I thought about her body dancing against mine in the club.

I knew I wanted her the second I saw her. Those full lips looked like they were made to suck my cock, and I wanted to come deep down her throat.

The mere thought of that made me fucking crazy. I reached down beneath the sheets and began to stroke myself.

Natalie had no clue what she was missing. I could have fucked her sweet pussy for hours in my luxurious suit. I’d love to take every stitch of clothing from her body and watch her blush as I talked dirty in her ear.

I imagined letting her ride my face as I jerked myself off. After I got her nice and fucking wet, on the verge of coming again, I’d slide my cock deep into her slick cunt and fuck her so rough but slow.

I wanted her to beg for it, after all. When she finally came a second time, I wanted it to completely take over her body, make her have the shakes. My job wouldn’t be done until she came so hard she practically forgot her own name.

That would happen, like it always happened. I’d work her sweet fucking body over and over again, make her sweat, make her beg. She’d never been with a man like me before, insatiable, always fucking hard, and always ready to make her come.

I wanted to see that ass back up against my cock. I wanted her to beg me to finally come. She’d want me to fill her tight little pussy up.

Natalie seemed so fucking innocent, but she’d be my slut in the sheets. I felt myself getting close as I jerked my cock, thinking about fucking her hard from behind, slapping her thick ass, making her mine.

Finally, I finished, shooting my cum into a tissue.

Fucking tissues. That would have been much better if it were Natalie’s tight, warm little pussy.

I cleaned up and rolled out of bed, heading into the shower.

I had Natalie’s number, but why bother? She had made it clear that she wasn’t interested the night before. I wasn’t the type to give second chances, anyway. Plus, I had gotten what I needed out of her. No reason to push it any further.

I climbed into the shower, still thinking about the way she came in the back of the limo. Maybe I was missing out on something, too, if I never got a chance to fuck her.

But oh well. You couldn’t fix the past. You could only move forward.