BOW DOWN: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) (48 page)

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Rafa

I
pushed
my way back into our room and head toward the landline set back against the far wall. I grabbed the receiver and quickly ordered room service as Cassidy followed me in.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Like I said, we’re celebrating.”

“I can’t drink, remember?”

“I know. You’re carrying my baby too, you know.”

She shrugged and sat on the couch. “Good point.”

“Do you understand what this means?”

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“We have a direct line to the Spiders.”

“So?”

I sighed. “We’ve never been able to communicate with them. They’re like fucking ghosts.”

She nodded. “So now you have a way to get them a message.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about helping the mob.”

“You’d be helping me. Hell, you’d be helping yourself. Fuck the mob.”

“Still. I don’t want to help them hurt the Spiders.”

“We won’t.”

“We will if we don’t control this.”

“I want to tell Vince.”

She shook her head. “No. We can’t.”

“We can trust him.”

“Rafa, I don’t know him. He doesn’t care about me. We can’t tell him.”

“He dislikes the sex trade almost as much as you do. Believe me, he won’t want to hurt the Spiders.”

“Please, Rafa. We can’t tell your people about this, not yet.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door. I walked over and opened it. A staff member wheeled a cart inside and left it next to the kitchen table. I tipped him and hustled him back out.

On the cart was a bottle of good whisky, a bottle of sparkling cider, and two beautiful lobster tails. Despite her anger, I could tell she was interested in the food.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s toast and eat first. Then we’ll decide what to do.”

She stood, frowning. “I guess we can do that.”

I grinned at her. All it took was a little food and she was calmed down.

But maybe she had a point. Vince wasn’t as invested in this as we were, and I didn’t know how he’d use this information. He needed leverage against Ernesto, and this sort of thing could be exactly that. But it could lead to an attack against the Spiders, and that was exactly what Cassidy wanted to avoid.

I poured her some sparkling cider and poured myself a whisky. We toasted.

“To a job well done,” I said.

“To not getting tortured.”

I laughed and drank my whisky back, pouring another. She sipped her drink and then sat down as I placed her meal in front of her.

She sighed and took a bite. “This doesn’t mean we’re done talking.”

“I know.” I grinned at her and sat down in the other seat. “But we can call a truce.”

“Fine. A short truce.” She brandished her fork at me. “But don’t get comfortable.”

“Or else you’ll stab me?”

She shrugged and started eating. “Maybe,” she said between bites. “I’m pregnant, remember?”

“You might be pregnant,” I corrected. “We haven’t confirmed yet.”

She looked up at me. “That’s true.”

“And we can’t for another couple weeks.”

“That’s also true. But we have to assume I am.”

“No arguments here.”

“I’ll take the test as soon as I can.”

“No rush.”

She eyed me again and then went back to eating. I wasn’t hungry, so I poured myself another drink and leaned back in my chair.

The idea of fatherhood hadn’t seriously occurred to me before. It wasn’t like gangsters didn’t have kids. They actually tended to have a lot of kids, since gangsters tended to like to fuck a lot.

I liked to fuck a lot. But I didn’t like having to take care of a kid or having some serious responsibility. I was a fucking mobster for fuck’s sake. I didn’t know how to raise a kid, let alone raise a decent fucking kid. I didn’t even know what it meant to be decent.

Would I want my kid to follow me into the mob? I had no clue. I didn’t know if I wanted this life for my child. It wasn’t an easy life, though it did have its perks. Still, it would be life and death all the time for him, and I didn’t know if I wanted that for my child.

Maybe we’d have a girl and I wouldn’t have to worry about her going into the mob. I’d have to worry about her fucking some stupid mob guy instead. Girls had their own god damn problems.

For some reason, I wasn’t freaking out. I had been assuming that she would give the kid up for adoption, but as I thought about it I realized that I didn’t know what she’d really want to do.

Since all of this had started, it had been nonstop action. We hadn’t known where we had stood, and my first thought had been to do anything to keep her safe. But now, when something had finally gone right, I had a second to stop and think about what I had done.

I was going to be a father, and I wasn’t freaking out about it. That itself almost freaked me out a little bit. The idea of being with Cassidy, really fucking being with her, didn’t repulse me like that thought had with so many other women. I could see something in her, something that made me want to change.

And I wasn’t the changing type.

She finished her meal and sat back, smiling at me. “Okay,” she said. “That was really good. I admit it.”

I laughed. “Good. Glad you liked it.”

“I could get used to this.”

“You can have whatever you want here.”

She pushed her plate out of the way and leaned forward, her elbows on the table. “Let’s talk.”

“Fine. Let’s talk.”

“Don’t go to Vince.”

“Convince me not to.”

She frowned. “I can’t. Just don’t do it.”

“This isn’t the sort of thing I should keep from him.”

“Let’s at least go to the drop spot. Let’s see what’s there before we tell him.”

“That’s a bad idea. We shouldn’t do this alone.”

“We need to do this alone. Rafa, we can’t trust anyone but each other.”

I sighed. She was wrong. I knew we could trust Vince, but the way she was looking at me was slowly changing my mind.

I didn’t want to argue.

I stood up. “Try harder,” I said.

“What else can I say? Do it for me.”

I walked over to her and tipped her chin up toward me. “Come on,” I said, “convince me.”

“I’m practically begging you,” she said softly.

“Maybe, but you’re not begging the way I want.”

“What do you want?”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. She kissed me back for a moment before I pulled back to whisper in her ear.

“You know what I want,” I said.

“Tell me you’ll wait.”

I took her hair and tipped her chin back. She gasped and I kissed her again, harder. She returned the kiss, moaning softly.

“I’ll wait,” I said.

“Good.” She reached forward and began to unbuckle my belt. “I thought you’d give in.”

I grinned at her. “You’re very convincing.”

“I haven’t even gotten started.” She finished unbuckling my belt and slid my pants down my thighs. My cock was hard as hell as she reached toward it. I kissed her again while she pulled my briefs down and took the base of my cock in her hand.

She slowly stroked me as I kissed her, our tongues rolling along each other. Pleasure and desire ran through my bones, and I couldn’t help but think about the child growing in her stomach.

That only made me fucking harder. She pulled back and smiled at me as she slowly took my cock into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I love watching that cock between those lips. You make me so fucking hard, girl.”

She responded by stroking my shaft and sucking me harder. I groaned, taking the back of her head and pushing her down along my hard shaft. I couldn’t believe this woman was pregnant with my fucking kid, and she was sucking my cock. It was a strange feeling for me, knowing there was something greater than myself, and it only made me want her more.

She began to suck me harder, faster, her hand stroking me. She wasn’t shy about sucking my cock nice and messy, which was what I liked. I wanted a woman to take that dick down her throat and gag on it. I wanted her to spit along my shaft and jerk me off, using that spit to slide along my skin. She looked up at me, and I groaned as I pushed her down again, pressing my cock into her throat.

I wanted to fuck her face and mouth, her pretty fucking face. I pushed her down and let her take my big cock in her throat, loving the way she worked me, her eyes looking up at me. I released her and she pulled back, taking a big gasping breath and jerking me off.

I pulled her to her feet. I tore her top off and threw it aside, unhooking her bra. I felt her bare breasts as I pushed her up against the counter, her hands still working my cock, sliding along my skin slick with her spit.

“I want every fucking inch of you,” I said. “I want to see you bent over this counter right now. Show me your dripping fucking pussy. I’ll tongue you from behind until you scream.”

“Rafa,” she said, looking away.

“Don’t get all fucking shy on me now. We both know you’re a dirty fucking girl.”

I tugged down her shorts and felt her dripping pussy through her thin cotton panties. She let out a soft moan that I stifled with my mouth as I slipped my fingers underneath her panties and found her soaking clit. She writhed as I began to work it, her mouth pressed against mine. I kept her moans bottled up as I slipped my fingers deep inside her.

I loved her tight, soaking pussy. There was nothing better than her dripping little cunt waiting for me to fuck her rough and deep. I wanted to feel it again, her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. I wanted to fill her with my cum, wanted her to take every fucking drop.

I wanted to make damn sure that she was pregnant. She was going to have my fucking baby, whether she needed to or not.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed her hips, turning her. She gasped as I pulled her panties off and spread her legs nice and wide.

“I wasn’t kidding,” I said. “Bend the fuck over for me. Show me that sweet ass.”

She did as I asked, looking over her shoulder. “You don’t have to be so dirty.”

“Yes, I do. It’s the only thing you really love.”

“I love other things.”

“Maybe. But not like you love my tongue between your legs. Not like you love me coming deep inside your nice little pussy, making you beg for it, making you come.”

Before she could argue, I slapped her ass, hard. She gasped, surprised, and then I quickly began to lick her pussy, holding her hips.

I slapped her ass again as I tasted her dripping spot. I pushed my tongue inside her, licking her up and down, licking every inch of her. I loved her taste and loved the way she writhed against me, pretending like she didn’t love having my tongue along her ass but knowing she fucking loved it anyway. My tongue found her nice little clit, and I worked her like that as she tipped her head back and moaned.

I pulled back and pressed my fingers deep inside her. She moaned, low and primal, as I fucked her with my fingers. I pressed them deep inside her, working them in and out as I stood back up, grabbing her hair and pulling her back.

She moaned as I kissed her neck.

“Do you want my cum inside you?” I asked her. “Do you want me to fill you?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck, I do. Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl. I love it when you beg. You’re such a dirty little thing, pretending to be nice. But I know better. I’ve seen the real you.”

“What’s the real me?”

“The real you is dripping wet, legs spread wide while you get fucked by my fat cock.”

She moaned as I began to fuck her with my fingers, my hand wrapped gently around her neck, tipping her chin back.

“You like feeling that, don’t you?”

“Feeling what?”

I cupped her chin harder, pushing my fingers inside her. “That. You like feeling that I’m in control of you.”

“You’re not.”

“Yes, I am.” I pushed her down onto the counter and slapped her ass. “You’re dripping little pussy is all mine.”

“Rafa,” she moaned as I slid my fingers from inside her.

“Say my name again, you fucking dirty girl.”

She looked back at me. “Fuck me, Rafa.”

I pressed my cock against her dripping pussy and slid deep inside her. I loved how easy it was to fill her little pussy to the brim. She was soaking wet, making everything slide nice and smooth.

I grabbed her hips as I pressed deep inside her. She moaned and wiggled her hips. I pressed her down harder and began to fuck her faster, deeper, pressing my cock between her legs. She groaned and held on to the edge of the counter as I fucked her.

I loved the tight, deep wet of her soaking pussy as my cock slid inside her. I grabbed her hair roughly and tipped her head back as I fucked her pussy like a savage, not able to slow myself. I’d been waiting for this cunt for what felt like years, and now I was finally deep inside it. I couldn’t get enough as my cock pushed inside her and I bent forward to whisper into her ear.

“I love my bare cock deep between your thighs,” I said. “I love your taste and your tight fucking cunt. I love the way you fucking moan.”

“I can barely think,” she answered as I kept fucking her.

I grinned and slapped her ass, hard, making her groan. I slapped her again and then slammed myself deep inside her.

She bucked back against me, working her hips. I took her like that, our bodies working together, until the sweat began to drip down my chest.

I reached around her hips and found her clit. As I worked it, I kept fucking her, grinding deep inside her pussy. She worked back against me, moaning loudly as my fingers worked her clit.

I wanted her to come. I wanted her whole body to spasm and explode as my cock filled her deep and wet. But I wanted to watch her face as she did it.

I pulled back and spun her around. She gasped as I lifted her up onto the counter, hooking her legs over my shoulders. She gripped the edge as I pressed my cock deep inside her.

I kissed her lips as I began to slide in and out, loving her dripping spot. She put one hand behind my head as the other gripped the counter. I fucked her faster, our eyes locked on each other, and I could see that she was close.

“Come for me, you fucking dirty girl,” I growled at her. “Come on my big fucking cock.”

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