Braden: A Dark Mafia Romance (4 page)

“Excuse me.”  I said with a smile as I pushed past the two people standing at the base of the stairs and followed Angela into the darkness.

The object of my desecration was in front of me.  I fiddled with the knife in my pocket as she lit her cigarette and drew the smoke into her lungs.  I could tell by her body language and nervous glances that she didn’t want anyone to know she was smoking.  Her long blonde hair fell like a waterfall of transcendence on her shoulders.  Her crimson lips set against her pale face made her look absolutely ravishing.  Each nervous glance caused her emerald eyes to glimmer in the light which poured in from the window.  She was absolutely gorgeous.  My cock got hard in my pants just staring at her and I had to pause in my step as I quietly approached the top of the stairs.  It had been a long time since I had looked on a woman and actually felt something.  Usually, it was lust that drove my cock, but revenge seemed to be gaining traction against the suit I had chosen for the occasion.

“She’ll make a pretty corpse.”  I said to myself as I picked up my pace in order to get her attention.

Instead of my switchblade, I reached past it and pulled out my father’s lighter.  It was engraved with our family’s seal, one that was anointed by Don Abrami.  Taking her life would have been easy at that point, but my cock wanted a taste of her.  What better way to ensure her father felt grief than to find his daughter’s fucked corpse bleeding on the floor?  I walked through the shadows as she furiously waved her arms in the air to dissipate the cloud of nicotine she had created.  I could definitely think of something a lot healthier for her to wrap those crimson lips around.  I curled my lips into a smile as she tried to pierce the darkness with her eyes.

“I wondered where you ran off to.”  I said as I finally emerged from the darkness and locked my gaze on her.

Chapter 5:  Angela

The man in front of me was little more than a stranger, but there was something that drew me to him.  He seemed to have a craving in his eyes and they didn’t want to budge from me.  I knew it was stupid to let him move closer, but I didn’t react when he stubbed out his cigar on the windowsill and took a step back.  He circled me and continued to stare.  I felt like I had been hypnotized.  My body was screaming yes and no at the same time; my brain couldn’t figure out which direction I should go.  I usually required at least a first date before I let a man get that close to me, but as my cigarette was pushed out beneath my shoe, he pressed me against the wall.  His body was against mine and his breath was inches from my lips.  There was a storm brewing inside of me, and it had been such a long time.  He reached out and slipped his finger into the fabric of my dress.

“You’re so damn gorgeous.”  He said as he slid it towards the edge of my shoulder.

“Who are you?”  I asked in confusion as my breath got heavier.

“I’m the man who is going to fuck you.”  He wrapped a hand around my back.

I gave in, or I guess I should say I just didn’t put up a fight.  His lips touched mine and it was like a static shock of passion was ignited as he continued to push my dress off of my shoulder.  It was wrong; I knew it was wrong—but I just didn’t want him to stop.  He had been watching me all night.  His eyes were the ones that had been staring at me every time I scanned the crowd; the steel colored gaze I couldn’t escape.  I melted into his arms, becoming the kind of woman I ridiculed, the ones who eagerly took the steps on their walk of shame.  His lips smeared my crimson lipstick, but he didn’t stop.  His hips were so close I could feel his cock pressing against me.  It was already throbbing with his desire.  I could feel my panties getting wet, my own body betraying me as he slid my dress off of my other shoulder.  His lips descended down my neck and I let my hair fall back, completely enthralled by the mysterious stranger who had pursued me.

“This is wrong…”  I whispered as I kissed his strong cheekbone, moving towards his ear.

“No it isn’t.”  He said as he held me tighter.  “You’re right where you belong.”

“I don’t even know you.”  His lips moved back to my grazing them as his tongue slid across my jaw line and he placed a kiss on my ear, sending chill bumps through my body.

“You know all you need to know.”  He whispered as both hand slid behind my back and started to slide my dress towards the floor.

“Do I?”  I wasn’t so sure, but felt my body succumbing.

The fact I knew it was so wrong just made me want him even more.  I could hear the music from the Grand Ballroom playing downstairs.  It was loud enough to conceal any noise that we made.  His calloused hands started to slide across my back as his feet trampled my dress while he kissed me.  He unsnapped my bra and it fell down my arms.  I dropped them and it fell to the floor.  His mouth seemed to be everywhere, kissing pleasure points I didn’t even realize I had.  His fingers dug into the waistband of my panties and then he was between my legs, his fingers exploring my wetness.  The surge of pleasure he brought made me even more confused, but as one of his meaty fingers circled my clitoris, I found myself letting go of all doubt.  I knew I wasn’t going to stop him; I knew he was going to fuck me.

“You know what you want, Angela.”  He slid a finger down my labia and another finger started to penetrate my vaginal cavity.

“Oh god…”  I whispered and I found myself pushing his jacket off of his shoulders.  I tugged on his tie, pulling it free from his neck.

He dug his finger harshly into my pussy.  I was so used to sweet and tender love that I wasn’t expecting his roughness.  Even the timid boys who wanted me so bad they barely got their cock inside of me before they came treated me like a fragile flower.  He pushed me against the wall even harder, quickly pushing his finger in and out of my wetness.  He moved back to my clitoris, swirling my own lubrication against it before he pushed my panties to the floor.  In one motion, he lifted me out of the crumbled heap of clothes, and slammed me against the wall.  If I wasn’t so blinded by lust, I would have protested as the edge of the window crashed into my shoulder.  It would definitely leave a mark.  Instead of crying out with pain, I simply moaned with pleasure and tugged his unbuttoned shirt from his pants.  My fingers started to unfasten his belt and his lips were on my neck again.

“Where the hell did you come from?”  I asked as my whole body tingled.

“Stop asking question.”  He said with a forceful tone.

“Okay…”  I whispered as he took my ear in his teeth and tickled it with his tongue.

What questions could I really ask?  Even if he gave me an answer, I couldn’t stop myself.  His pants slid to the floor and his boxers were next.  My hand wrapped around his cock and I stroked it as my eyes finally got a good view of his naked body.  He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and back.  They seemed to be intertwined into some sort of diagram, like a pattern trying to tell the story of his life.  The forearm that held the back of my neck had a long barreled rifle of some sort, and there was an American flag on his shoulder.  As his cock continued to swell, I was amazed at the size.  It was easily the largest one I had ever held in my hand.  He slid a hand behind my ass and lifted my leg by the thigh, breaking my grasp as he slid himself between my legs and pressed it against my pussy.  A second later, I was impaled on his manhood, my eyes wide with shock.  He felt so good and when he began to rapidly withdraw and slam into me, I had to close my eyes from the intense pleasure that radiated from each impact.  My back lifted up and slid down the rough wall every time he thrust himself inside of me.

“My god…”  He said with a hurried breath.  “You feel amazing…”

It sounded like the first honest thing he had said to me, the first comment not veiled with mystery.  Who he wasn’t didn’t matter—not at that point.  I reveled in every deep thrust, missing him for the brief instant he withdrew, then finding that same feeling again when he buried himself up inside of me.  I knew I would be a battered mess when he was done pounding me against the wall, but the bruises would be felt later—what mattered in that moment was the thrill igniting within me each time I felt the next thrust.  One of my hands rested on his shoulder and the other rested on his ribs.  He was well built, like he was carved from a statue by an artist’s hammer.  I could feel his muscles tense each time he moved his whole body forward, lifting my smaller frame as if I was as light as a feather.  His thrusts were so powerful he kept me pressed against the wall, my feet dangling and touching the floor for a brief instant before I was lifted towards the heavens again.

“I’m gonna cum…”  I said louder than I intended, but my heart was beating so hard I barely heard it.

Feeling my body ignite with an orgasm while he was still pounding away, unsatisfied and still clinging to his desire was unusual for me.  I couldn’t remember the last time I actually had a full blown orgasm with a cock inside of me.  My legs quivered as the feeling surged from my pelvis and resonated in my vaginal cavity.  My pussy tightened and tensed, nearly trapping his cock within, but he didn’t slow down at all.  I went weak against him as my whole body convulsed.  I stayed suspended there on his cock as he continued to thrust himself in and out of my pussy.  Instead of stopping, his cock seemed to get even hungrier, guided to a faster pace by the result of my orgasm.  Before I knew what was happening, my body was once again trembling and another orgasm was rushing out of me.  The second was even more powerful than the first and it weakened me to the point that I was limp and my arms fell away from his body.

“What’s wrong?”  He asked as he gritted his teeth and slammed into me harder.  “Already done?”

I couldn’t even respond with words.  My breath was so fast I was practically hyperventilating as his ravenous cock demanded more from me.  I began to feel the effects of being slammed into the wall and the edge of the window.  My shoulder ached, my back was throbbing, but my body instantly ignored all of that pain as I felt another orgasm building up inside of me.  His cock seemed to swell even larger, and his thrusts got more erratic.  His breath almost matched mine and then he slammed into me hard, holding me against the wall.  He practically exploded inside of me, sending me over the edge one final time. The warmness filled me as he finally achieved his satisfaction.  He drove himself into my pussy several more times until the last drop was drained and then he let me slump to the floor, tilting me before I fell so that I landed on my clothes.  He hit his knees and stared at me as I struggled to draw oxygen from the air.

“You’re a demon…”  I said as my fingers fumbled with my purse, rapidly searching for a cigarette to calm my frayed nerves.

“You have no idea.”  He leveled his gaze on me.

Even with my body taken to a point it had never been taken before, something still didn’t feel right about Braden.  He fucked me like a man who hadn’t been with a woman in years, yet I could tell by his chiseled frame that he could have had any woman dancing the night away at the party underneath us.  I guessed from his tattoos that he was either a soldier or a patriot.  How ridiculous was it that in my afterglow, I thought about Ronald?  I wondered what he would say if he was standing across the room, watching me give myself to a man he had already said I should stay away from.  Unfortunately, there was no turning back.  I had already fucked a man I knew nothing about, and it had been absolutely wonderful.  I leaned on the dress which was now the only thing between me and the cold floor.

“Well?”  I asked as I lifted my cigarette to my lips.  “Are you going to light it for me?”

He reached for his pants, never taking his eyes off of me.  His fingers dug into his pocket, fumbling around for a moment.  Apparently, he was feeling as clumsy as I was.  For a moment, I felt panic when footsteps pounded on the staircase.  His eyes finally broke there gaze with me as he stared into the darkness, waiting to see if anyone ascended the stairs.  There would be no way to hide what we had done.  If our sweat covered bodies weren’t evidence enough, his cock was still dripping wet and slightly swollen on top of his balls.  I pulled my dress up to cover my body the best that I could, but he made no effort to hide.  Thankfully, the footsteps receded before they reached the top of the stair.  I looked back at him and he dug into his pocket again.  I saw a shimmer of metal and pressed the cigarette between my lips as I leaned towards him.

Chapter 6:  Braden

I wasn’t supposed to feel anything; I never felt anything when I fucked outside of the dim pleasure the moment brought.  I lifted the switchblade in my pocket.  All I had to do was remove it, flick my wrist, and her crimson lipstick smear would be covered with blood.  Her father would see his daughter, naked, lying in a pool of blood.  I knew it would be enough to break him and make him feel the same grief I felt when my father was murdered.  I sighed as I dropped the switchblade and instead withdrew my lighter, bringing the tip of the flame to her cigarette.  I wasn’t the type to cuddle or linger.  She fell back onto her dress and smoked as I started to put my clothes back on.  When my pants were around my waist again, I felt the switchblade pressing against my leg.  No, I couldn’t do that.  The footsteps on the stairs had gotten too close.  The next set might not stop before they reached the top.

“Will I ever see you again?”  She asked as she watched me flip my tie into place.

“Yes.”  I stared at her for a moment.  “I’m not done with you yet.”

I exited the Grand Ballroom and motioned for my driver.  He opened my door and I slid into the backseat, immediately opening the console in the middle to find my bottle of whiskey.  I cracked the window a lit a cigar after I took a large gulp of whiskey.  Why didn’t I kill her?  The plan was to watch her bleed, not to fuck her.  I drank and smoked in silence until we got back to the house.  Stefano was standing on the front porch, and he tilted his head to look past me as I approached, checking to see if I was alone.  I walked up the stairs and slumped down into one of the chairs as my driver headed towards the garage area.  Stefano studied me for a moment and then sat down in the chair beside me.  He must have sensed the tension inside of me, because he didn’t say anything.  He simply took my bottle and downed a swig before passing it back.