Reluctant to Share: (A Mafia Love Story) (4 page)

His hand went to the
zipper of his pants, and within seconds, his pants and boxers were down by his
ankles.

His cock was bare for
me to see, and I gasped as soon as I saw the length and girth of it. The
thought of him shoving his manhood inside my never been touched body had me
both wet and frightful at the same time.

He pushed me down onto
the chair, then wrapped his fingers around my hair while his other hand guided
his cock towards my mouth. He pried my lips apart with the tip of his cock and
shoved his way inside.

I sputtered as he
jammed his cock in further, his pelvis smashed against my face, making it hard
for me to even breathe.

He tightened his grip
on my hair, turning himself into a puppeteer and me into a puppet whose head
was fully controlled by him.

My eyes watered as I
gagged on his cock, yet I was becoming slick with arousal down below. I was
getting turned on by him manhandling me. What was wrong with me? Why was I
enjoying his rough treatment like this?

Over and over again he
jostled his way into my mouth while maintaining a tight grip on my hair. I
stared up at him then and saw fire in his eyes. Was it due to lust or anger? Or
was it a combination of both?

After everything he had
told me earlier, I wouldn't be surprised if he was now taking out all of his
hurt and anger on me. And even though he was my captor, someone I shouldn't
care about, I wanted so badly to rid him of all his pain. I didn't mind him
taking out his aggression on me with his cock. If being rough with me could
help heal him in some way, then I was more than happy to help. Besides, my body
had a mind of its own and was rather enjoying the harsh and rigorous thrusting
of his cock.

Faster and faster he
bashed into my mouth. His breathing became heavier as his grunts got louder. The
expression on his face changed, and I wasn't sure why. Then he exploded into my
mouth, helping me to realize that the change in his expression earlier was the
result of him being right on the edge of cumming.

I never thought I would
be the type of woman to swallow a man's cum. But given the circumstances, I
didn't have much of a choice.

His cream slid down my
throat. There was so much cum that it easily filled my entire belly.

Spent from his climax,
Tyler slid out of my mouth. He zipped his pants back up but then stripped out
of his shirt.

"Here, you can
wear my shirt since I accidentally ripped yours earlier," he said, handing
me the shirt he was wearing before. Then he grabbed the empty food tray and
made his way up the stairs.

I slid the shirt over my
head to cover up my naked upper body. The shirt smelled like him, and I
automatically did a sharp intake of breath to whiff in even more of his
masculine scent. What was going on with me? Was I falling for the man who was
holding me captive against my will?

Chapter 5

Tyler

I didn't plan to shove
my cock down her throat; it just sort of happened. She was deluding herself,
thinking I was a decent human being worthy of love. I had to put her in her
place. Because even though I wanted her to be my submissive pet, I didn't want
her falling in love with me or anything resembling that.

I brought the worst of
luck to those who care about me. My mother was the prime example. But a close
second would be my best childhood friend, Garett.

Like me, Garett grew up
knowing the Alpha Outlaws as his one and only family. Being a few years younger
than me, I saw him as my younger brother. I always made sure I had his back
covered whenever we went on our gang missions together.

Then one day, we
suffered a surprise attack from a rival gang. Garett and I were walking along
talking about some random shit when he got shot right in front of me.

I managed to kill the
son of a bitch who pulled the trigger on Garett and quickly brought Garett in
to see the Alpha Outlaw's person physician. But it was too late. He was
pronounced dead on the spot.

His death made it clear
to me that I should never care about anyone or allow anyone to care about me.
Because I was certain nothing good could ever come of it. To cross path with me
was a thousand times worse than crossing path with a black cat. Vivian being
stuck down in the basement after running into me in the alley was further proof
of that.

Last night, when I
kissed her lips and feminine curves, I wasn't surprised by her body's physical
response. I had enough notches on my belt to know how to make a woman beg and
whimper for more.

What did surprise me,
though, was how she responded to our conversation earlier. I brought her here
against her will, and even tied her to a chair for hours last night, yet she
somehow sympathized with the pain of my childhood. And the look in her eyes
told me she didn't just pity the fact that my mother died at my birth. She
seemed genuinely concerned as if I was a friend or lover to her. And I couldn't
have her feeling that way about me.

I thought ramming my
cock down her throat would put some sense into her. She would wake up from her
fantasy of me being some broken guy she could fix and realize I was only
keeping her around for my own sexual pleasures.

She was my little fuck
toy, an orifice for me to cum into. That was the message I had hope to pound
into her, and it was what I had tried to remind myself of as I drove my cock in
and out of her mouth. But it was of no use. Because even though she devoured my
hot seed, I knew within my heart that she was so much more than just a cum
receptacle. She might have acted the part of a cumslut, but she wasn't a slut
at all. She was only now learning about pleasures of the flesh, and I so wanted
to teach her more. But if I continue to do so, I might end up losing her to the
rest of the men in the gang.

Vivian

I once watched a TV
show about kidnappings, and one of the things I learned from it was that the
longer a person went missing, the greater the odds of them never being found. So
as the hours ticked by, you'd think I'd be mostly worried about being stuck in
this house for the rest of my life. But I had two other things at the forefront
of my mind instead.

The first of which was
Tyler and how much I was starting to care about him as a person. The second was
that I desperately needed a shower.

There was a time when I
had considered pretending to fall in love with Tyler so he would release me
from this place. But right now, there wasn't much of a need to pretend. Because
even though I wasn't quite in love with him yet, I could definitely see myself
reaching that point one day.

Tyler's face and body
had attracted me since the first moment I laid eyes on him. His passionate
kisses made me breathless, and his touch made me tingle between my legs. But it
wasn't just the physical aspects that had me drawn to him like a moth to a
burning flame.

Tyler might have been
what society considered a bad guy, but he had shown me more care and affection
than anyone else had in years.

My parents were too
busy with their own lives to pour much attention on me. In fact, the only time
they ever even talk to me anymore was to tell me what I should or shouldn't do.
 Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that they relied on me to do most of the house
chores, it would probably take them months before even realizing I had been
abducted by someone.

Friends and distant
relatives were more like acquaintances to me. Professors at school barely even
knew I existed. I was pretty much invisible to the world.

But ever since Tyler
captured me in the dark alley, I had become visible in his world. I mattered
enough for him to take the time to bring me food and feed me with his very own
hands. And that conversation we had earlier, that was the realest conversation
I ever had with anyone.

For a moment there, he
had exposed his vulnerability to me. That was no easy task for any man. But for
a tough rebel like Tyler, it must have been especially hard.

I just wished he had
continued talking to me earlier instead of getting all macho on me. Not that I
didn't enjoy him dominating me, because I most certainly did, but I would have
preferred for him to reveal even more of himself.

I wanted to hear about
all of his pain and sufferings while growing up. I wanted him to vent and rant about
everything that had made him into the man he was today. And once he was done
telling me about all that had impacted him over the years, I wanted to soothe
and comfort him in any way I could.

I had thought letting
him take out his pent-up feelings on me would help to serve him well. But he
didn't bother to stay with me after cumming inside my mouth.

Was he embarrassed for
having bare his vulnerabilities? Or did he feel bad about being so rough with
me while shoving his cock down my throat? I had no idea. I was just glad he had
left me with his shirt to wear.

With his shirt covering
up my body, it almost felt like he was there embracing me in his strong arms. The
scent from his shirt made it impossible for me not to remember his warm breath
on my body.

Now I knew why all the
jocks in school would give their girlfriends their varsity jackets. Not only
was it an easy way for a guy to mark a girl as his own, but it was also an
effective way to have the girl thinking and fantasizing about the guy as she
sat in class listening to a boring lecture from the professor. It also explained
why the girls wearing their boyfriend's jacket would sit in class
absentmindedly biting on either a pen or a pencil.

As for me right now,
not only could I smell Tyler's masculine scent from his shirt, but I could also
still taste him in my mouth. Both of which combined together was causing my
body to ache for him more and more.

But I couldn't have him
right now. My display of affection earlier had scared him away. He had gotten
accustomed to having those who cared about him slip away from his life in an
instant. So if anything, the fact that I had shown signs of sympathy towards
him only made him want to flee away in a hurry.

Because of that, I was
now all alone in the basement with my body full of wanton need. I was desperate
for a shower, and it wasn't just because it had been a while since I last
bathed.

The bathroom I had
access to in the basement was actually a half bath. There were a sink and
toilet but no shower or bath tub for me to properly clean myself in. So I
improvised and took the shirt Tyler had ripped off of my body earlier to use as
a washcloth while bathing in the sink.

After I finished
bathing in the sink, I felt cleaner than before, but I still longed for a real
shower. Funny how it was so easy to take little things like a nice warm shower
for granted until the option for taking one was taken away.

Using that train of
thought, I briefly wondered whether my parents appreciated me more now that I
was gone. Because as much as I loved my parents, and believed that they felt
the same way about me, I couldn't help but sometimes feel like I didn't really
matter to them.

Sure, they worked hard
to feed me and clothe me. But whenever they had a day off from work, I was the
last person they ever seem to want to spend any time with. My father would spend
his entire day on the golf course without ever bothering to invite me along.
And my mother would visit with either her sisters or girlfriends to discuss the
latest gossip news.

A part of me honestly
believed that my parents only had me in order to cross yet another item off
their to-do list. They wanted to become parents like all of their friends and
relatives, but I highly doubt they were actually looking for a lifelong bonding
experience when they decided to conceive me.

I was the child they
could brag to their friends about, and I was the one who offered them
assistance in any way I could. But I was definitely not the one they doted
their time and affection on.

Maybe they just didn't
like being with people who weren't in the same age range as them. Maybe
something happened in their own upbringing that made it difficult for them to
express their love to me. Or maybe they thought they had an entire lifetime to
spend with me and weren't in any hurry to take action now.

What were they thinking
now that I was officially a missing person? Did they regret the time they lost
due to ignoring me? Did they wish they had held me and told me they loved me
more often? Or were they only concerned about what people around them had to
say about my disappearance?

Did they wish they
could go back in time to spoil me? Or were they only upset that they no longer
had anyone around to take care of all the little mundane tasks and household
chores? Were they genuinely concerned about my sudden disappearance? Or were
they out there pretending to be hurt in order to gain sympathy from friends and
family?

I didn't know the
answers to any of these questions, and not knowing was what was bothering me
more than anything else. But then again, maybe it was better that I didn't know
the answers. Maybe knowing the truth would just hurt me to my core. Maybe that
was why I hadn't been in any kind of rush to get out of here. Because even
though I didn't know exactly how Tyler and I felt about each other right now, I
at least knew that there was profound chemistry between us and that he liked
being with me in some ways.

Tyler

I felt so conflicted
about what had happened earlier with Vivian that I tried to avoid her for a
while. I left the house to take care of some of the Alpha Outlaws' businesses
and instructed Chris to bring down her lunch and dinner while I was away.

I thought being away
from the house and focusing on something else would help me to cool down the
intense feelings and desires I was developing for Vivian, but the plan
completely backfired on me. Being away from her made me think about her and her
soft curves even more.

Prior to meeting
Vivian, one of my greatest joys in life was riding my motorcycle at full speed.
But today, even the wind on my back wasn't enough to make me forget about the
sweet taste of Vivian's lips and the sensual way her body grinds against my
hand when I have my fingers inside of her.

To make matters worse,
the moment I got back to the house, Chris approached me with a shit-eating grin
on his face. "Man, Tyler, the captive you brought home sure looks like a
fine piece of ass. She got me so fucking hard the moment I got downstairs and
saw her in a t-shirt with no bra on underneath. I can't wait until we all share
her for a fucking good time together."

My pulse elevated as an
edgy, twitchy feeling overcame me. My eyes widened, showing their whites, as I
threatened Chris with my words and body language. "Don't you fucking dare
talk about her like that again, you hear me?"

"Okay, man, relax.
I know you've got a major thing for her and all. But don't you forget that
since we're both a part of the Alpha Outlaws, we're brothers for life. Don't
let some woman get between us now."

I didn't bother to
continue the conversation with Chris. I needed to see Vivian then to make sure
Chris didn't try anything on her while I was away.

I walked down the
basement and was instantly relieved to see her sitting on the mattress. She
didn't look disheveled or traumatized in any way, helping to ease some of my
concerns.

"Did Chris do
anything to you earlier?" I asked as I sat down next to her on the
mattress.

"He brought me my
food since you were off somewhere else."

"So he didn't try
to touch you in any way?"

"No. But why do
you care? I thought you were too busy avoiding me."

I ignored her snarky
tone because I was just glad that Chris hadn't tried to lay his hands on her
while I was away.

"So did you eat
your meals earlier today?" I asked, trying to change the focus of the
conversation.