Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(105)

He began to thrust into me, f*cking me with a savage strength that drove me insane.

“I love when you’re wild,” he said. “Your f*cking * drives me crazy. I’ll be nice and f*cking rough on you girl.”

He slapped my ass again, his hard body thrusting deep between me, filling me up with his thick cock. I took every inch of him, moaning wildly, pleasure moving blindly through me.

Any thoughts outside of him were completely gone. I wanted only his rough hands to slap my smooth ass, his thick cock to thrust deep inside me. I worked my hips back, taking him more, wanting more and more. He pulled my hair and whispered in my ear.

“This cunt is mine,” he said. “Your body is f*cking mine. I’m going to let you come, but only after I f*ck you raw.”

He thrust harder, deeper. I took him and moaned, needing it, as he slapped my ass again. That bastard, that *. He was so gloriously sexy and his cock felt so incredible, but I hated him, but I wanted him so badly. He f*cked me harder, rougher, and I backed my ass up, taking his thick cock.

“Vince,” I moaned. “Oh f*ck, Vince. You bastard. I’m so close.”

He held my hair, pulling me back toward him, and f*cked me savagely, like an animal. Our bodies were sweating and moving together in an intense rhythm, and I couldn’t think, not one bit.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Come for me, girl.”

“Oh keep going,” I moaned. “Vince, f*ck me, Vince.”

I felt the orgasm hit me just then. He slapped my ass as the orgasm rolled through my body, the slight pain making the pleasure so much more intense. It rolled through my body like a hurricane, and I just kept saying his name, over and over, loudly and deeply. He f*cked me harder, rocking his hips against me, his hands holding on to my hips.

I took his cock and felt him stiffen behind me, grunting. I knew he was coming deep inside my *, coming because he couldn’t help himself. My * made him wild, as wild as his cock made me.

Slowly our orgasms passed, and he stepped back, panting. I rolled over and stared at him, my mouth hanging open.

That had been so intense. One second I’d hated him, and the next I’d wanted him to f*ck me harder and harder.

He grinned. “Still think I’m a bastard?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “But a bastard with a great cock.”

He laughed. “I’ll take it.”

I shook my head. I was still angry at him, but much less so. I quickly got dressed again, trying to get myself together.

He tossed the condom in a trash can and just watched me, smirking.

“You can act all you want,” he said finally, once I was dressed, “but we both know what you want.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

He grinned larger. “Yeah, you do. You can’t help yourself. Even when you’re angry, you want this f*cking cock.”

I shook my head. “Just a stress relief.”

I started to walk by him, but he grabbed my hips and pulled my back against him. He pressed his lips against my ear.

“Don’t keep lying to yourself, girl,” he said. “You can’t get me out of your head.”

“Asshole,” I said, and pushed away from him.

He slapped my ass as I walked away, laughing.

I quickly went to the door, pulled it open, and got out of there.

As much as I hated to admit it to myself, he was right. God, he was so right, and I hated it.

I couldn’t get him out of my head. No matter what happened, I wanted him, his thick cock, his arrogant smile.

He drove me totally crazy, and I loved it.

I walked down the hall, finally going to find Alexei.





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Vince





The girl wanted me to back down from her family, but she didn’t really understand what that meant.

Even if I decided to stop fighting in the war, the other captains wouldn’t. I didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Nothing I did could prevent further bloodshed.

And I didn’t f*cking want that. The Russians had attacked me, had come after me first. I couldn’t let that stand, even if I wanted to.

My men would think I was weak if I backed down after the Russians had come after me.

She just didn’t understand what she was playing with. If we wanted our organization to stay safe, we had to deal in violence every once in a while. If we let the Russians push into our territories, they’d just start killing our families.

Which was why I found myself loading a rifle at midnight that night with a few other guys from my crew. We had eight guys, each loaded to the teeth.

We got into two cars, me and Rafa in the front car and four of my best guys in the other.

“So what’s the plan, boss?” Rafa asked.

“Nothing special,” I said. “Russians have an illegal poker game going every night at this little deli in a shit neighborhood. We’re kicking down the door and killing them all.”

He grinned wickedly. “Sounds good.”

It wasn’t just random violence. Kaley’s dad ran the poker tournament, and although he wouldn’t be there, some of his top guys might be. Plus, they always had a lot of cash on the premises.

I was sure they’d have some security, but not much. They didn’t know that we knew about it. One of the Russian guys, Vasili Vladikovich, was a spy for us, and he sold us information all the time. This little poker game was one of his last sales.