Sold to the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance Novel (13 page)

He cries out as I pump his shaft with both hands while my mouth sucks him in as deeply as I can manage, moving up and down with a quickening rhythm. I am surprised at how good I am at this, especially considering the fact that a month ago I would have gone pale with offense at the mere mention of this sex act. I can hardly believe how impetuous I’m being right now. How dirty I am. But… though I should be ashamed to admit it, I love this feeling.

I love knowing that I can bring such bliss to my handsome, powerful husband, causing such a strong and imposing man to tremble with the magic of my touch.

“Ohhh,
malyshka
, I’m almost there,” Andrei moans. His hand starts to press more urgently at the back of my head, yanking my braid slightly in the process. This causes a minimal shock of pain which, instead of deterring me, only adds to my fervor. I am discovering that sometimes pain exists on a plane very, very near to pleasure.

I groan as my mouth sucks his shaft harder and faster, relaxing my throat to allow the head of his member to brush against the back of my throat. Even though my eyes water and I start to feel like I might gag, I refuse to relent — not when my husband is moaning and rocking into me with such authentic bliss. I can’t stop now. I need to taste his seed on my tongue…

And with that, Andrei cries out and presses both hands against the back of my head, forcing me down on his shaft, hard. Just as I start to choke, I feel a hot, bitter spurt of come spill down my throat and I am forced to swallow it. He thrusts into my mouth a few times, his hands clawing at my hair, stroking the side of my face while he calls my name.

“Cassie! Oh,
printsessa
!”

When he finally releases me I stand up and look at him with rosy cheeks, hoping he will tell me how good I was, how well I performed.

He kisses me on the forehead and caresses my face fondly, peering into my eyes with genuine surprise and awe. “You are… a natural.”

“I did good?”

Andrei nods and pulls me in for a kiss, and I wonder if he can taste himself in my mouth.

“I apologize for being a little rough toward the end. I lost control.”

“I — I don’t mind,” I tell him, and it isn’t a lie. Not in the least. I’m finding that I rather like being pushed to the limits. It makes me feel alive.

“Well, I hope you’ll let me return the favor,” Andrei says, reaching down between my legs to rub my slit. I gasp and collapse into his touch, letting him stroke me in his arms, bringing me to climax again and again, while the hot water slowly ran out.

L
ater that day
, Andrei surprises me yet again, this time with tickets to a ballet.

We have spent the day in bed, exploring each other’s bodies, drifting in and out of pleasurable, delicious sleep. We only took a break to eat a late brunch of pancakes and bacon, supplemented by homemade mimosas, which we brought back to bed with us. It’s been another glorious day in my newfound marital paradise.

And now we are going to a
ballet
! I can hardly contain my excitement as we dress for the evening, both of us trying to look sharp and sophisticated for the kind of high-class crowd that attends such performances. He dresses in a navy blue suit and dark red tie, his black hair artfully tousled. I wear a sapphire-blue, satin dress that falls to my mid-calves. It has an embellished Peter Pan collar and pearly trim. I pair it with sparkling white tights and scarlet kitten heels, then twist my hair back into a fairly elaborate French braid.

Daring to be brave, I put on a small amount of mascara I picked out on a whim at a department store last week with Andrei, and find that I actually like the way it looks. My eyelashes are naturally quite thick, but since I am blonde, the tips of my lashes are nearly invisible unless you look closely. But with the pitch-black mascara, the entire length of my lashes is visible, and it gives me a glamorous, dramatic look befitting the ballet.

We head out to the show, find our seats, and when the curtain lifts, I immediately feel grateful that my mascara is waterproof. I am utterly, completely amazed by the beauty of the show. The costumes, the lighting, the orchestral music, the elegant and graceful movements of the dancers — all of it is entrancing and bewitching in a way I’ve never experienced.

I find myself longing to dance that way, to feel my limbs flex and stretch into beautiful curves and lines. I want to be lifted and carried by the music, to become a moving, living embodiment of art and grace. I cannot believe that my parents, my doctrine, ever insisted to me that something so beautiful could be sinful.

Tears streak down my face throughout the entire four-hour performance, and unlike at the opera, Andrei remains at my side the entire time, holding my hand. After the final curtain closes and we head back out into the cold New York City night, he turns to me and asks what I think.

“It was beautiful,” I gush, leaning on him and wiping at my eye gingerly.

“You were crying. Are you alright?” he asks, stroking my hair. His face remains hard, but his voice is tinged with just the sweetest hint of softness.

“I just… I have never seen something so amazing in my whole life, Andrei. I never knew how moving it could be to see something like that. I can only imagine how much more wonderful it must be to dance the way they do. I wish I could.”

Andrei stops suddenly, causing me to look up at him quizzically.

“What is it?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

“I think I know someone who can teach you.”

“
Y
ou just hold
your shoulders like so, keep all the tension away — it will only hold you back. There, that’s good, lovely! You’ll be sliding across the dance floor like water in no time.”

Sonya stands back and lets Cassie go through the short routine she’s been practicing all week once again. Both of them are happier than I’ve seen them in a long time.

I made sure that Sonya had a place of her own to start teaching ballet on her own terms. It’s a quaint but very classy place in SoHo, downstairs from her new apartment. I used the money her mother paid for the hit to pay for it, calling it a favor for an old friend. There was a little publicity in the high culture community over her late coach’s murder, but that only seems to have helped her get her studio up and running successfully.

Cassie, meanwhile, has been flourishing beyond her expectations. Her moves are still unrefined, but she has the natural grace of a bird, her body becoming more used to the fluid motions with every passing day she trains.

And the look on her face when she moves so freely makes it worth all the work that’s brought us to this point.

I sit near the door as I watch her finish her lessons to the gentle, elegant music. The two of them are totally enraptured in the activity; I made sure to pay Sonya for private sessions.

As the lesson comes to an end, Cassie turns her attention to me, and her face brightens up even more than it was before. With the grace of a gazelle, she bounds over to me and throws her arms around me, and I lift her up to a delighted giggle.

“I didn’t even realize you were there, you’re too sneaky!” she said as I planted a kiss on her cheek. “Sonya says I’m making leaps and bounds! I mean, I am literally, but you know what I mean.”

“Of course,” I laugh back as I set her down. “You seem like you were born to do this, the way I see it. I can’t wait to see you in a performance of your own, before long.”

Cassie’s cheeks go pink, and she beams up at me, embarrassed. “I don’t know about
that
, I’m only just getting my body used to the kind of flexibility this stuff takes. I can’t imagine how Sonya’s gotten as talented as she is.”

Cassie’s instructor gives me a wave from across the room on her way into the office, and I return it with a smile. We haven’t spoken much since her getting set up here, but I hear about her appreciation through Cassie.

Sometimes I wonder whether she suspects anything about my involvement in everything that’s changed in her life over the past few weeks, but I try not to think too far into it. I’m already following up on one person linked to a past target; I can’t keep up a network of them.

“A lot of training,” I say simply, “but she will be the first to tell you that a well-deserved rest is just as important. Come on,” I say, suddenly reaching down and sweeping her off her feet. She yelps and throws her arms around my neck, curling up into my embrace as I head out the door and start walking towards my car. “Your legs must be awfully tired, so it’s only right that I give you a lift home, don’t you think?”

B
ack at home
, I push open the door to our room as Cassie’s lips press into mine, and my hand squeezes her ass as I draw her closer into me, my manhood hard against her as she grinds up against me needfully.

I lift her up and toss her onto the bed, and she lands gracefully, rolling onto the sheets and spreading her limbs with a satisfying stretch as she rubs her body into the soft mattress.

All around the walls of our room are pieces of Cassie’s artwork, hung up on display. Canvases large and small adorn nearly every corner of the room, and the ones hanging up are only the ones Cassie was really happy with. She’s been incredibly prolific, using nearly every hour she isn’t dancing at the easel.

I don’t pretend to have an eye for art, but to my perspective, she seems to be getting better every day.

Having lived so minimalistically for so long, the jolt of color in the room is something I’m still getting used to, but the more time I spend around it, the more I think I appreciate it. There’s something to be admired in surrounding yourself in the work of your own hands — or those of someone close to you, in my case.

I step closer to the bed, stripping my shirt and shoes off before putting a knee beside her and looming over her with a hungry smile. She flutters her eyes back up to me, biting her lip as she twirls a lock of her hair around a finger. There’s something in her eyes I can’t quite read, but my lust is getting the better of me as she toys with her bra strap, the gentle, subtle motions of her body on the bed just begging me to rip her clothes off her.

So my hands go to her dress, nearly tearing the fabric as I rip it off her, exposing her lithe and limber body, her breathing getting faster as she turns her neck up to me. I dive in for her as if on instinct, sucking at the sensitive flesh with abandon.

“Please,
solnyshko moyo
,” I hear her whisper, “please, I want to feel you all over me!”

I pause, moving my face up to hers as a grin spreads across my face unbidden. I take her chin in my thumb and forefinger and raise an eyebrow at her as her hands run up and down my hardened abs.

“
Solnyshko moyo
? I never thought myself very much like ‘sunshine,’ but I’ll take it. Where did you learn that one?”

Cassie turns her head into her shoulder bashfully. “Well, I asked Sonya to teach me a little Russian in our downtime, and that one was, well, I don’t know, I like the way it sounds.”

My grin widens, and I lean forward to kiss her, the warmth of our lips pressing together making my heart beat faster, and my strong hands grip her sides lovingly as I press the bulge of my manhood up against her before rolling onto the bed beside her.

“The two of you seem to be getting along rather well, no?”

“She’s nice,” Cassie answers, her eyes sparkling as she smiles at me, her face framed by the cascade of her blonde hair. “We’ve gone out into town a few times together, and we text some. I don’t think she’s very used to having people to hang out with, but I don’t either, besides you, and I think that kind of makes it easier for the two of us to feel comfortable around each other, you know?”

“It’s good to have someone to relate to,” I agree.

“It’s funny,” Cassie adds with a smile, “she’s almost a whole year younger than me, but the way she acts, she comes off almost like an older sister. I like her.”

“I’m glad,” I say, wrapping my arms around her and bringing her in close, pressing my lips to her forehead. “There doesn’t seem to be anything you can’t adapt to,
printsessa
.”

“Mmhmm,” she murmurs, and as she does, something seems a little ‘off’ about the look in her eyes. I pause and tilt my head, peering at her searchingly.

“What’s the matter? Something seems to be on your mind.”

Cassie opens her mouth and closes it again almost immediately, her face getting some color to it, and within a few seconds, she’s blushing furiously as she struggles to find her words.

“I don’t think anything’s wrong, it’s just…”

I sit up in the bed, looking a little concerned now. “Are you wanting for anything? Don’t be afraid to speak your mind, Cassie, you know that by now.”

“It isn’t that,” she says, twirling some bedsheet around her finger. “It’s just... I’m...I’m a few weeks late, Andrei.”

I feel my heart skip a beat, and my eyes widen as I look into hers. “Cassie…”

“I didn’t think much of it at first,” she goes on, biting her lip. I can tell that every word is riddled with fear, and I reach out to take her hand, reassuringly. “But the other day when I was out with Sonya, I...I asked to stop by a corner store and pick up a test. You know, just to be safe.”

I’m hanging on to every word now, leaning in and holding Cassie’s hand close to me. There’s a long, terribly long pause as she stares down before she lifts her eyes to meet mine, a small, hopeful smile appearing on her lips.

“Andrei, I’m pregnant.”

The feeling welling up in my chest is completely and utterly new and overwhelming.

Joy.

Without another moment, I wrap my hands around Cassie’s back and lift her up into a deep kiss, and then another, and another, peppering her face and neck with kisses until she giggles and squirms under me.

I can feel her relief like a lead weight off her shoulder, and she throws her arms around my neck to return my kisses as we roll on the bed together.

“Cassie, that’s — that’s wonderful!”

“Oh god, Andrei,” she breathes as she buries her face into my chest, and her eyelashes tickle my pecs, “I’ve never been so happy!”

I lick my lips as I stare at her, something stirring in me I was unfamiliar with before today — a new passion that seems to make Cassie glow like more radiant an angel than the first day I saw her. “Cassie, I don’t know what to do with how I feel,” I nearly lose my grasp of English as I find myself laughing, giddy, “but there’s nobody else in the world I’d rather share this indescribable feeling with. This is amazing, Cassie.”

Her beautiful mouth spreads into a grin, and the new passion within me drives me down onto her, gently, pressing my lips to hers and delving my tongue into her mouth, reveling in her while our bodies grind together on the bed.

“I’ve never been prepared to handle this kind of thing,” Cassie whispers, “I mean, I’ve always known it would happen, but I never learned…”

“There will be time for that,” I answer, wrapping her in my arms and squeezing her tight, “for now, we should just be happy. Something that’s
yours
is growing inside you. Something that’s
ours
. Something we made as one.”

A short, hot breath escapes Cassie as I press my manhood against her, and my hands around her back unhook her bra, tossing it aside and letting her breasts spill out.

I bring my hands up her back and massage the tense, exhausted muscles bound up behind her, and she rolls her neck around as I manipulate her as if she were a ragdoll. My hands work her muscles deftly, wanting her relaxed and open for when I take her.

“You,” she breathes as she turns her neck up to me, exposing herself as my victim, my prey, “you put this in me. You gave me part of you. We made all this,” she says as she strokes my sides, rippling with abs, and her doe eyes stare up into mine with utterly helpless desire. “I’m all yours.”

“I know.”

My mouth goes to her exposed, stiff nipple as my fingers go to her cunt, slipping under the elastic of her underwear and finding that slick slit as if it were made for my hand. As my tongue lashes out to stroke the surface of the areola, torturing the needful, swollen tip, my fingers stroke at the swollen nub between her legs, wasting no time with idle play.

Cassie is mine, and I’m going to make her feel so.

“Aaah!” Cassie yelps as my fingers move aggressively down into her needy pussy, and my fingers start moving further and harder into her, stroking the inner walls of her pussy while my thumb rubs at her clit. I can feel her body squirming under me as I take her in three different spots. She doesn’t know how to react to such an overwhelming sensation.

My teeth graze her nipples as I suck at her tits, and she starts to turn her body as if to recoil, but then I give a long, hard stroke of my fingers along the upper walls of her womanhood, and her stomach clenches and her hands grasp at the sheets. But then her clit also feels my onslaught, and with my fingers controlling her from her depths, it has even less means of escape. She’s totally and utterly mine.

“Oh, Andrei,” she whimpers. “Oh! Ohhh!”

The rhythm of my fingers is unrelenting, and it isn’t long before I feel her orgasm cresting. “Andrei, Andrei it’s so much, I can’t…” she manages, her eyes unfocused as the sensation overwhelms her. Then I feel her stomach start to clench as she nears the point of no return.

Just when I see her eyes shut tight, and I can feel her start to climax, I withdraw my fingers and raise my head, kissing her deeply as I feel her whole body shake under me in protest, trembling at being denied what it was so close to, so desperate to have.

“You carry our child,
printsessa
,” I say to her as I break our kiss, “you will experience my body in its entirety.”

As I finish the sentence, I’m already helping her nearly-limp body out of her underwear, and my own soon follows, freeing my cock and letting its girth present itself before Cassie.

She’s nearly panting, desperate with desire for my body, for a taste of all of me, and almost immediately, she crawls on her knees towards me, her hands going to my cock to bring her hungry lips to my crown.

“No, darling, not tonight,” I say as I hold her, running a hand through her golden hair as her watery eyes look up at me. “Tonight, you get only the best of me — only more of what I’ve already given you.”

I guide her up as I sit back, my shaft standing straight up and erect like a terrible spear, and I guide Cassie up as she readies her womanhood to be impaled by it.

“Do you want to give yourself to me?” I ask her as she bites her lip, cautiously but eagerly bringing her pussy to my bulging crown. It stiffens even more as the two organs make contact, and the shudder that escapes Cassie’s lips gives me my answer.

“Yes, Andrei, please,” I hear her pronounce carefully in breathy, needy Russian, “I want to give my all.”

A grin spreads across my face, and I reach up to her hips, giving them a gentle tug to start to lower her body onto my spear. “Then come to me,
printsessa
.”

Her eyes widen in anticipation and fear as I start to pull her further onto my shaft, and I see her eyes watching it, knowing that I’m going to stuff all of it up into her. Her narrow hips look almost unable to hold it all, even as one of her delicate fingers toys with her clit as I hold her up there atop my scepter.

I give her another tug, and she bites her lip, uncertain. “Are you sure it will…?”

“I’ll be right here with you, Cassie,” I whisper back, and with a cautious nod, she lets herself relax, and I pull her all the way down my shaft.

Immediately, her sharp cry pierces the room as she falls upon my hardened cock down to the hilt, warming her insides as my rod swells and throbs within her.