Bad Boy: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (18 page)

I
’ve been looking
for Catherine everywhere and I’m trying to push away the feeling that something’s wrong. I keep waiting for her to leave me again, no matter how many times she says she loves me. She says I just need time to accept it, and maybe that’s true. I don’t care what holds us together, so long as she never leaves me.

I almost pass by the pile of two-by-fours and cans of paint, but then I catch sight of her out of the corner of my eye. She’s curled up in a ball on the reading nook I built for her. Each wall is a shelf for her books and there’s a giant window with a bench that I plan on padding for her. She’s curled up on the wood, napping.

“I gave you a fitting pet name, kitten,” I say as I pet her hair. She blinks a few times and yawns. She’s been tired from the move and from all the changes, but the one thing that stays the same is the look of devotion I get from her every waking moment. The move’s been good for her. She said she needed to be close to family. My
familia
.
Our
familia
.

I have to admit it’s been good for her. For me, too. Which is surprising. Even Vince seems to be as happy as a pig in shit. And Catherine and Elle are thick as thieves when it comes to planning these fucking get-togethers she forces me to attend. Apparently having a girl that gets along well with everyone looks good for me and makes me more approachable. I’m still on my own when it comes to work, but that’s the way I want it.

I’m about to whip her ass though and she should know it. “You were supposed to be upstairs twenty minutes ago,” I tell her with a hard voice. She knows it’s play though. There’s a time for that side of me to come out, and right now, it’s time. She wanted to play, and so did I. She should’ve been there to greet me on her knees.

Her eyes go wide and she’s quick to pick up her phone. She checks it and shakes her head as she taps the screen and looks at her alarms. She winces and holds the phone up for me to see. She never turned the alarm on.

“I really hate to have to do this,” I say even though I fucking don’t hate it at all. She looks up with a bit of apprehension, but her eyes are full of lust and her legs subconsciously fall open. She knows she’s going to be cumming soon. She’s a spoiled pet. But I fucking love it.

I sit next to her on the bench and she quickly sits up and waits.

Since moving I’ve punished her ass at least a dozen times. Not for disobeying me, since she knows better than that. She deliberately disobeyed me once before we moved. She sought out Vince after I told her not to. I told her to leave it alone and let us break off from the
familia
. I thought it was best, but she defied me. My hand twitches remembering how I spanked her. I got her on edge and left her there, alone and crying. She took her punishment and waited for me to go back to her. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes. I’m not a man who makes love to a woman, but if I ever have, it was with her that night. And then of course I gave her what she wanted.

“What’s my punishment, Anthony?” she asks as she looks up at me with big doe eyes. She’s an awful actress. There’s nothing but excitement on her face.

“I set the bench up in the dungeon.” I can’t help but smile at her name for the basement. She bought a whip and a riding crop, stuck them in the corner on top of a bed and called it the dungeon. My little kitten is fucking adorable.

Her eyes glaze over with longing and she speaks in a breathy voice. “Yes, Anthony.” She loves that bench. I had to reinforce it because I almost broke it the last time I fucked her on it.

My brow furrows as she waits for me to lead her to the basement so she can take her punishment.

“Do you still want to play, kitten?” I ask her. After everything we’ve been through, I keep thinking one day she won’t want this. One day she’ll decide she doesn’t want this anymore.

“Always,” she answers. “I’ll always be your kitten, and you can be my bad boy.” She tells me like it’s a fact.

“Boy? No, kitten. I’m a bad man.” It’s the truth, and I wish she’d just accept it, but I don’t think she ever will.

Her eyes go soft and fill with sadness.

“You aren’t a bad man.” She shakes her head and it breaks my heart. I wish I’d never burdened her with my shit. None of that matters; it’s in the past where it belongs. And my sweet love is my future. It’s all for her.

“Bad boy?” I ask her. She’s gotta be fucking kidding me.

“It’s a genre of romance,” she explains.

Jesus Christ.

“Call me whatever you want, kitten, when we’re home. But please don’t call me your romantic bad boy in front of another human being ever.” That has her eyes filling with laughter and a silent giggle shaking her shoulders. That’s my girl.

I finger the ring in my pocket nervously. I just got it back from the jeweler. I had it custom designed for her to match her owl earrings. It took a little convincing, but now that she doesn’t fear losing them, she never wears anything else. I thought rubies in her engagement ring would be a nice touch. It’s the entire reason I wanted to play today. I need her to do this for me. We need this.

“You know you love it,” she teases me. As she says the words I slip the ring on her finger. She pulls back with a gasp and stares down at the diamond. She covers her mouth with her other hand.

“Marry me, Catherine.” I tell her simply. I want everyone everywhere to instantly know she’s mine. Always.

She nods her head as tears slip down her cheeks. She rises from her chair and wraps her arms around my neck as she says, “Yes, Anthony.”

“I love you, Catherine,” I whisper as I lean down for a kiss.

“I love you too, Anthony.”

I
type away
and continue hitting the keys even though I hear him coming. I just have to get this thought out before I forget. I was hit with a wave of inspiration for this scene and I don’t want to lose it. I’ve been writing steadily ever since we moved into the new house. My office has a huge window, just like it did at our old place. Well, this one’s even bigger, but the feeling is the same.

He walks up behind me at the back of my desk and rests his hands on my shoulders, but other than that, he doesn’t interrupt. It only takes a minute for me to finish my thought and when I do, I’m quick to look up at him and give him a small smile. I reach my hand behind his neck and pull him down to me for a kiss.

“Mmm.” He hums against my lips. “What is my naughty girl up to?” I blush at his low tone and rest my head against his chest.

“I wanted to write our story.” I feel him stiffen behind me, but I keep going and decide to spill it all. “All of our stories.”

“Kitten,” Anthony says in an admonishing tone.

“No, no. It’s fiction. Under a pen name. No one will ever know.” I look up at him searching for approval. I love romance novels, and I just have to write all these love stories I’ve heard. The whole family is filled with fairytales, albeit dirty smutty fairytales, that have to be told. I’ve never felt compelled so much in my life to write them down. Ours will be last, because in my completely unbiased opinion, it’s the best.

He smirks at me and places a hand on the nape of my neck, massaging slightly. “Can I read them?”

“If you want to.” I wouldn’t be shocked if he did. He reads over my work from time to time. I used to think he was making sure that I wasn’t trying to put clues or hints out there for someone to come rescue me from him.
As if.
But then he started doing things in bed that were incredibly familiar from my blogs and columns.

“Well, I definitely want to read ours. I wanna know what my kitten was thinking when I brought her home.” He smiles warmly at me with love in his eyes before leaning down to give me a sweet kiss. My chest warms with his affection.

“I have a question I need to know… for the story.” I don’t know what he’ll answer. But I really do want to know. “Why didn’t you have me call you master?” I ask him.

It takes him a moment to answer. “I knew from the second I saw you that I would be just as much a slave to you as you would ever be to me. If not more.” Tears prick my eyes. I fucking love his answer. “Doesn’t matter what you call me, babe,” he says as he tips my chin up so I have to look at him, “You’ll always be my kitten.”

“You’ll always be my
bad boy
.” That earns me a chuckle as I lean into his chest savoring how happy we both are.

It might not be ideal or perfect, but I’m more than satisfied with my happily ever after.

I
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I
push
the cuffs together and grin when I hear them
click
,
click
,
click,
as they slowly tighten around her wrists. She’s not going anywhere now.

“Tommy, please,” I plead with him. My pussy clenches as his hot breath tickles my neck, sending shivers down my body and making my nipples harden. I don’t even know why I’m begging him. This is exactly what I wanted. He’s what I need.

“
I
told
you to stay away,” I whisper into the crook of her neck. My hand travels slowly up her thigh, sending tremors down her body.

I rock my pussy into his hand as his fingers shove my panties to the side. I shouldn’t want this, but I do. And I fucking love it. He pushes his hand harder against my pussy, letting me take my pleasure from him. Even though my eyes are closed, I know he’s smirking at me for giving in to him.

“
Y
ou knew
what I’d do to you if you came around, didn’t you?” I ask her, even though I already know the answer.

“Yes,” I whisper as his fingers gently circle my clit, sending a hot wave of pleasure through my body.

“
Y
ou deliberately disobeyed me
, didn’t you?” I ask her as I slowly push two thick fingers into her welcoming heat. She arches her back and pulls against her restraints. She’s so fucking wet. So ready for me.

I bite my bottom lip and muffle my moans of pleasure. He pulls his hand away, leaving me wanting, and my eyes pop open, already missing his touch. My body sags on the bed as I pant, waiting for him.

I
’m
the muscle of the
familia
, and under investigation. This shit isn’t supposed to happen. But I want her. And I always get what I want.

I’m a cop. I shouldn’t be fucking around with a thug like him. I should know better, but my body is begging for his touch. And I can’t tell him no.

J
ust one more time
, before I have to say goodbye.

Just one more time, before it all comes to an end.

“
Y
ou’re such a bad girl
, aren’t you?” I give her clit a light smack with the back of my hand before climbing off the bed to unzip my jeans, letting them fall to the floor.

“I’m your bad girl.” My voice is barely above a murmur as he climbs between my legs. It hurts saying the words, because after today, I’ll never see him again. I can’t. But I want to be his bad girl.

T
hat’s right
, she’s mine. All fucking mine. At least right now she is.

I wish I could just stay here in this moment. I don’t want this to end.

I
slam
my dick into her tight pussy all the way to the hilt, and stay deep inside her as her walls clench around me. She screams out and bucks against me, trying to get away, but all she needs is a moment to adjust. She feels so fucking good. Each time is better than the last. I’ll never be able to fuck this broad out of my system.

My body tingles with an icy sensation as he pounds into me. Every nerve ending feels lit up, ready to spark, threatening to go off and consume me. The bed dips with each thrust and I instinctively pull against the cuffs, needing to touch him. The only sounds are the clinking of metal, our frantic breathing, and his hard thrusts.

H
er heels
dig into my ass, wanting more as I rut between her legs. My fingers dig into her hips to keep her still, to make her take it. She asked for this; she begged for this by coming to me again.

I tilt my hips as he pushes deeper inside of me. A strangled cry escapes my throat as he pushes me to the brink of pain, then leaves me wanting more. He pulls out almost all the way, teasing me, but gives me what I need before I have to beg for it.

M
y ears are filled
with the sexy sounds of her moaning. She’s so loud that she’s almost drowning out the sounds of my dick slamming into her hot cunt. I fucking love it. It encourages me to fuck her harder. I never want to stop hearing her cries of pleasure.

He slams into me and groans, the sound lingering in the hot air between us. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. My body heats in waves, and the tips of my fingers and toes go numb. I’m so close. I moan and whimper, and stare into his dark eyes as my orgasm hits me with a force that renders my scream silent.

T
he sight
of her cumming on my dick is my undoing. I press my body against hers and thrust with short, shallow pumps, filling her until our combined cum leaks down and onto the sheets.

He kisses the crook of my neck, and I turn my head to eagerly take his lips with my own. My heart clenches in pain as I surrender all of my passion into our final kiss. Tears threaten to fall, but I push them away. I know this was our last time, but I don’t want it to be over.

I
keep
my lips on hers as I reach up and unlock her cuffs with the key. As soon as one wrist is free, her hand’s in my hair, pulling me closer to her.

I just need to feel him; I need to remember this. I don’t want it to end. I wish I could live in this moment forever.

A
s I pull away
, I see her eyes are closed and I know she wants this, too.

I wanna make her happy; I wanna keep my bad girl. And I will.

Everything and everyone else be damned. I can’t say goodbye to her.

I’m not letting her go.