His Hostage: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (7 page)

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h
. My. God. My head is fucking killing me. I roll over onto my side and throw my hand out to my nightstand for my water. Every night I put my glass in the same spot, right after taking melatonin to help me get some rest. When my hand falls onto nothing, my heavy eyelids open slowly. I jackknife off the bed. Oh shit, I forgot I’m at Mom’s. I rub my eyes and then look around. This is not Mom’s.

My heart races in my chest. I look down at myself and see small marks on my wrists that burn slightly to the touch. There are a few small scrapes on my knees. Most importantly, I’m wearing a very large grey Henley shirt that’s not mine. What the fuck did I do last night?

My eyes dart across the bedroom. Judging from the décor, I'd guess that this is a man’s bedroom. The walls are a dark grey. The comforter is a slightly lighter shade of grey, while the bed sheets are white. The furniture is modern; a mix of clean lines and dark, stained wood. There isn’t a single thing out of place. Nothing that really denotes any personality, either. No picture frames, nothing. There’s a gun safe in the corner. It’s taller than me.

Where the fuck am I? I pull my knees to my chest as I scan around the room some more, searching for my purse or clothes. I don’t see anything. My gut churns with nausea. What the fuck happened last night?

I close my eyes and try to remember. Ugh. Mother. I’m so fucking pissed at my mother. The very thought makes my head hurt. My temples throb with pain. I remember being pissed off and leaving, but that’s it. I wanted to study.

That’s a fucking lie.

I wanted to get away. Just like I always do. Run and hide away in my books.

Shit! Thinking about work and studying reminds me that I have to study those chapters for my presentation in class. Where the hell is my stuff? I remember leaving, but I can’t think of anything else.

The sound of the door opening startles me. I watch as the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on walks in with a silver tray in his hands. His eyes stay on the cups on the tray while he kicks a foot behind him to shut the door. He takes a few steps toward the bed and my mouth falls open as I stare at him.

He’s a fucking sex god. He’s wearing blue plaid pajama pants that are slung low on his hips, revealing how cut his body is. That sexy “V” at the hips that I've only ever seen before on porn stars or male underwear models is on full display, and right smack in the middle is a thin happy trail of hair. His broad chest is very impressive, but it's his shoulders that get me. Holy fuck. I have a thing for shoulders. His dark eyes meet mine, and he grins at me.

“I’m surprised you’re not drooling, sweetheart.” His deep, masculine voice makes my clit throb with need, but more than that, it triggers a memory. A cocky smirk, then his handsome smile.
“I’m Vince.”
I hear his voice in my head.

“Vince?” I feel awkward asking, but I really don’t remember a thing.

His smile falters for a moment and it makes me feel guilty for forgetting whatever happened. Oh. God. What did happen? I clench my thighs and I don’t feel any different. I feel horny as hell. But not… sore. Another memory flashes in front of my eyes. Oh fuck. He totally ate me out. My cheeks flame with embarrassment.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He sets the tray down on the nightstand. “You’re acting a little off.”

I swallow hard and look at him, and then down at the tray. Aw. He made pancakes and cut up some fruit. There’s orange juice, plus the distinct smell of coffee. Thank fuck! My head is killing me. I could really use the caffeine. I hesitate to tell him I don’t remember last night. Instead I crawl on the bed toward him and quickly grab a cup of coffee. I make sure my ass stays under the covers, though. For all I know it's just my hormones that are making me so horny over this guy, and he doesn’t want me like that. Although the way his eyes follow my body as I move, suggests that he does.

I sit back and get settled. I have to tell him. I feel awful for practically forgetting his name. Obviously
something
happened between us. And that flicker of memory warms my chest, so it must be something good.

“I have a really bad headache right now.”

His eyes look over my face. “You want an aspirin?” When I shake my head gently and blow on the coffee, he sits down on the bed. “I brought up sugar and creamer too if you’d like.”

I smile into the steam rising off the cup and take a small sip. Damn, that’s good coffee. “No thanks, I like it black.”

He grins at me. “Low-maintenance, I see.”

A nervous laugh leaves my lips. It’s quiet for a moment while he grabs his cup.

“Hey Vince?” I ask. My questioning tone has his eyebrows raising in response.

“Yeah, Elle?” He sets his coffee down without taking a sip. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

God I feel like an asshole. He’s so sweet with the breakfast and the nickname. I just blurt it out. “I kinda think maybe I drank too much last night?” I’ve never been blackout drunk before, but my friend from undergrad Viv drank till she was shitfaced all the time. It scares me that I was so reckless last night. I was so pissed off. I should be smarter than that. But at least I’m still alive and I didn’t get into any trouble. I clench my thighs again. At least I don’t feel like I did, anyway.

He let out a sexy chuckle that shakes the bed. It makes me smile, then he smirks back at me. “Yeah, you were keeping up with me, and I drink a lot.” He lies across the bed, propping himself up with his elbow. “At least tell me you remember something specific about last night.”

I blush and suck down the rest of the coffee in a rush. “I mean, of course I remember
some
things.” I nervously set the coffee mug down on the tray again.

“Tell me baby, I wanna know what I did that was so memorable.” Oh my god, I’m practically swooning from his charm. His handsome smile makes me blush even more. I bite my lip and shake my head.

“You
know
what I remember,” I say as I roll my eyes at him playfully. I see the marks on my wrists again, and then my throat seems to go dry. I don’t remember how those marks got there. “How did I get hurt?”

His eyes travel to my wrists and then he looks back up at my face. “Not sure, sweetheart. I didn’t notice them until just now.” That makes me feel a bit uneasy. I wish I could remember.

“Did we...?”
Have sex.
I can’t even say it out loud. God, I’m such a child. I don’t know why I avoid this shit. Thank fuck I’ve been on birth control since I was 16 for acne. I try to remember if I took my pill yesterday morning, and I’m sure I did. I bite my bottom lip, knowing I need to take today’s pill sometime soon.

“Did we what, sweetheart?” He grins at me. “I wanna hear you say it.”

I roll my eyes again and pretend to blow him off. But my heart twists in my chest. Did I really have sex last night? And I don’t even remember?

“We didn’t,” he says after a few seconds. Relief floods through me.

“So we didn’t have sex?” I ask, just to clarify. I clench my legs again and I’m certain I don’t feel any different. Horny as all hell, but not like I got myself fucked for the first time last night.

He pouts and it makes me wanna kiss his plump lips. “We did fool around though. I happen to enjoy that mouth of yours.” That sexy smirk is back and if I wasn’t so shy, I’d crawl forward and nip his bottom lip. In my head it’d be sexy, but in reality... Nope, not going to make a fool of myself in the first five minutes of talking with this guy.

A violent blush rushes to my cheeks. I look around the room again. I don’t see my clothes or my bag.

“Do you know where I left my stuff?” I change the subject to avoid thinking about sex some more.

“Uh, yeah. Your laptop is downstairs, and since I ruined your clothes I went out and got you some new ones.” On his last word the door pops open, and a dog comes barreling into the room.

“Rigs, down!” Vince yells in a commanding tone, but the dog hops on the bed anyway and runs straight toward me.

I let out a squeal as the puppy rushes forward and puts both of his large heavy front paws on me. He’s not quite a fully grown adult dog yet, but he's gotta be getting close, judging from his size. It’s hard to hold him back as I laugh and he slobbers all over my mouth. I have to keep my lips pressed tightly shut so he doesn’t accidentally French kiss me.

“That’s it, Rigs!” I hear Vince’s voice boom over my laughs, and suddenly the dog is gone. I watch him put Rigs outside the door and close it.

My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. And as he turns and gives me the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen, I feel a blush rise up my chest and into my cheeks.

I don’t remember last night, but this morning is looking like it’s going to be good.

G
od damn
, she’s so cute. There’s not a doubt in my mind that she’s forgotten everything. The only scars from yesterday are the small marks on her body. And fuck me, but I want to put more on her. Her sexy laugh and her rolling her eyes at me make me want to jump into bed and fuck her. I never had the chance before. I debate on getting into bed. I know I’m gonna have to leave this broad. I can’t bring her around everyone. It’s best if she just stays away.

But she did want me yesterday. And now that all this shit is done with, maybe it’s not so wrong.

She crawls toward me like a cat, and it makes her ass peek out slightly from the hem of my shirt. That’s the final straw. She wants me, and I want her. Nothing else matters right now. I lift her hips up with both hands and toss her onto her back. She lets out a sexy squeal that makes Rigs bark and paw at the door. But he’s gonna have to stay outside for this.

She laughs again, but then seems to remember that she doesn’t remember last night fully, and her shyness comes back to her. She tries to right herself and pull the shirt down farther. She's so damn sweet. I fucking love it.

“You don’t want me to see your pussy, sweetheart?” I tease her as my hands land on the outsides of her thighs and slip up her shirt.

Her eyes widen, and I guess she’s just now realizing that she’s not wearing any underwear.

“You weren’t worried about that last night.” Her head falls back slightly as she props herself up on her elbows with her eyes closed.

“Mmm. I remember.” Her words stop me short of slipping my hands up and onto her bare hips.

“What do you remember, sweetheart?” I ask her in a whisper, trying to keep the anxiety out of my voice. She smiles brightly, but turns her head to avoid my gaze and rolls her eyes. It eases some of my worry, but I want to hear her tell me exactly what she remembers.

“Tell me,” I command.

She bites her bottom lip and rocks her hips a little. “You.” Her eyes go down to her waist. “Doing that.”

“Eating you out?” That blush that suddenly appears on her cheeks is adorable. She nods her head, not losing any eye contact. I push the shirt up her body and she gasps as I pull her ass closer to me. “What else do you remember, baby?” Fuck, I’m so hard, remembering the taste of her on my tongue. I look down between her thighs and her lips are glistening with arousal. Fuck yes! I’m definitely getting in that pussy. My cock starts leaking and begs to be buried inside her.

“I remember… tasting you.”

“You sucked my dick.” I focus my eyes on her. “Say it.”

Her lips part and her breathing quickens. Yeah, she wants me. And this time it’s going to go down like it should’ve last night.

“I sucked your dick.”

“Yeah you did, and you’re going to do it again after I cum in this pussy.” I smack her pussy hard enough to make her jump. “You’re going to lick me clean, aren’t you, my dirty girl?”

I watch as her pussy clenches around nothing. She’s so fucking turned on right now. I dip my fingers into her heat and curl up to hit that sweet spot.

“Oh!” She falls back on the mattress and her back arches. I smirk at her. I forgot how damn responsive she is. She’s too fucking good. I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her quickly, but I keep my pumps shallow, focusing on that sweet spot. I just want to get her off real quick to soften her up. “Get wet for me, Elle.”

My words send her off and she trembles beneath me with the sexiest moan coming from her lips. I feel her cum on my fingers and quickly pull them out and shove my pants down. I take them off and toss them to the floor. She’s panting with her head turned to the side. And then just as I line my dick up, she does the same thing as last night. She closes her legs and pushes away from me.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I don’t understand the look she’s giving me. “You want me to grab a condom?”

She clears her throat a little before settling back down on the bed and relaxing slightly. “Umm...” Her blue eyes find mine and she continues. “I don’t know.”

“I’ll get one, sweetheart. It’s alright.” I move to get off the bed but she pops up and grabs my forearm to stop me.

“No!” she yells out, a little too loud, and seems to be embarrassed by her own reaction.

I give her a questioning look. “I don’t mind. I’m clean. So if you’re good, I’m good. But I can get one.”

She gives me a small smile and then settles back down, releasing my arm. “No, don’t.” She swallows and opens her legs for me.

Her submission is fucking beautiful. I don’t waste any time and settle in between her hips, lining my cock up. Her eyes close, and her head turns to the side as her breathing picks up.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart.” Her eyes open. “I want you to look at me while I’m fucking you.”

Her mouth parts, and I can feel her pussy clamping down on the very tip of my dick. I can't believe how turned on she is even though she's already cum. I grip her hips with both hands, tilting her just right and slam into her heat.

Holy fuck, she’s so fucking tight. She’s strangling my dick. Her head pushes into the mattress and her mouth opens for a silent scream. Her pussy pulses around me as the head of my cock pushes against her cervix.

“You alright, babe?” I have to ask, because she looks lost in a mix of pleasure and pain. But closer to the side of pain, and that’s not what I want.

I rub her clit with the rough pad of my thumb and wait for her walls to loosen around me. I rock in and out with shallow strokes and feel her moisture pull between us.

“Yeah.” Her head turns to the side, but she keeps her eyes on me. “More,” she pants with half-lidded eyes, and I fucking love it. Her lust and pleasure are evident. Thank fuck. I almost thought I was too much for her.

I watch as a cold sweat breaks out on her skin and I lean down, pushing my cock even deeper and kiss her jaw. I feel her body start to shake and her breathing pause, and I know she’s close again so soon. I fucking love how easy it is to get her off. I pinch her clit to push her over the edge. Her eyes are dazed as she thrashes under me, cumming on my dick. Her tight walls try to milk my dick, but I’m not even close to being done with her.

“Look at me while you cum.” She obeys immediately, and I’m half-surprised she’s still so coherent. I wrap my hand around her throat and start pumping her with deep strokes. She’s so wet, making my movements easy. I pound her pussy again and again, each stroke harder than the previous, and love the moans of pleasure I force out of her mouth. She moans my name and struggles to keep her eyes on me as her body trembles. Fuck yes. I want another. “Cum for me.” And she does. Three fucking times already.

I feel like a king. Her king. I’m her entire world right now. I rule over her body. I
own
her. The thought has me rutting recklessly between her legs. She lets out a strangled cry, and I keep up my pace. My balls draw up and my spine tingles. YES!

I keep my eyes on her as I tilt my hips so each thrust smacks against her clit. I pound into her heat without any mercy, and as soon as I hear her scream my name in complete ecstasy as her body bows with her release, I cum deep inside her heat. She’s still so damn tight that our combined cum leaks out from her pussy and down my thighs. I push as far in as I can and love the wet smacking noises I'm making with my deep, hard thrusts.

Waves of heat and pleasure roll through my body. YES! So fucking good. I close my eyes as her body relaxes and just enjoy this moment. Our heavy pants are the only thing I can hear. I fucking love it.

I open my eyes and find her watching me, as though she’s waiting for my approval. Such a sweet submissive. I lean down, slipping out of her and let the cum drip on the sheets. I don’t care. I’ll wash them after I take her home.

The thought of taking her home hits me as my lips gently brush against hers. I kiss her with more passion than I’ve ever kissed a woman. I hate that this is the first and the last time.

She kisses me back with the same intensity and I know it’s real. This broad can’t hide shit from me. I break our kiss and smile down at her.

She winces as I move from between her legs and she closes them.

I look down and see a wet spot on the white sheets crumpled up under us and it’s pink. Ah, damn. It’s a good thing I didn’t go down on her with her time of the month coming.

I slide off the bed and quickly grab a washcloth from the en suite and wet it with warm water.

When I get back to the bed, she’s still laying on her side, exhausted and trembling from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms.

“Open your legs for me, sweetheart.” She turns onto her back with her eyes closed and winces as I wipe her off.

My poor sweet girl. I know I was rough, but I didn’t think I was
that
rough. She is tight though. I wasn’t expecting that.

“You alright sweetheart?” I ask and kiss her cheek.

“Mm hm,” she says, nodding her head.

“You sure?” I bend down and kiss her thigh that’s still shaking slightly and then her hip.

She shakes her head no. “It’s a good hurt.”