Bound to the Crime Lord (Dark Mafia Tales #2)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Manuel POV

I drew in a large breath taking in the toxic vapor from my cigarette. I tilted my head back and blew out a puff of smoke.

I rarely smoked, and when I did it usually meant that I was on edge. Things had been going as stellar as dog shit, and my head was turning in several directions. I not only had to worry about the damn Capullos… They had started as a nuisance a year ago, but now they were testing my patience. Adrian nearly died had it not been for her .

Juliette.

A fine name for a temptress like her. She lived up to her namesake, drawing in lovers and driving them to suicide from the sheer thought of not having her.

Now I had to worry about her, too.

The door to the small playroom opened and in walked Linda.

“You called for me?”

“Clothes off,” I ordered and gestured to the bed.

Linda was one of the girls from the brothels I ran. I had my pick of the crop, occasionally, when they weren’t busy with one of our high-end clients.

I sat in the armchair and watched her slowly undress. Though what she was wearing could hardly be called clothes.

Her body was all woman, just the way I liked it. I didn’t like when they were too thin. They seemed breakable, and I liked to play rough with my toys. They needed a little resistance to them.

“Lay on the bed.” I stubbed out my cigarette and rose from my chair. I watched her do as she was told. The hunger in her eyes only increased the lust within me. Her green eyes moved up and down the length of my body, drinking my tall stature in.

A flash of blue crossed my mind and I cursed. Those eyes… they were hypnotic. They were like a siren’s call that drew the sailors into the waters to meet their demise.

Fortunately, I was no sailor, and demise was a language I spoke fluently with others, never with myself.

I came to the edge of the bed and stared her down. The beast within me stirred, my cock lengthening as blood rushed to it.

“What do you want me to do?” She whispered the question in a seductive tone. She stared up at me through her eyelashes and smiled. “I am at your disposal.”

Of course you are, little one . I owned her, and not in the monetary sense.

I grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to meet my gaze. Her long porcelain neck extended, revealing a few bite marks from our last encounter.

Oh, looks like I had gotten a little carried away there.

“Take it out.” My voice was low and assertive. “Then I want you to turn around so I can fuck you like a dog.”

Her green eyes darkened. “Of course.”

I let go of her chin and allowed her to free me from my trousers. Her tongue darted out and she licked my length up and down. She sucked on the top, applying just the right amount of pressure. Her tongue massaged my tip as her mouth closed around me, taking me in deeper.

“Yes,” I growled. I grabbed the back of her head and forced her to take in more of me. I hit the back of her mouth and she gagged, but she didn’t stop. I thrusted into her mouth, hitting her base with every forceful movement forward.

“Mmm,” she moaned in satisfaction.

“Fuck,” I groaned. My movements got harder, and I became more and more aggressive with it.

This was all I needed. A good fuck so I could get her out my system. Thrust after thrust, I allowed myself to be drawn closer to the edge.

A flash of chestnut brown hair and ocean eyes penetrated my thick haze of lust.

I ripped myself from Linda’s mouth, the movement making a pop sound. She looked up at me confused, but her confusion was quickly wiped away when I turned her around. I pressed her back down so she was on all fours. Then I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards my length.

The greedy little thing was already pressing her ass up against me, trying to find my cock. I slapped her left cheek for her eagerness and then slapped her right for good measure.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, “fuck me harder, please.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” I aligned myself with her entrance and pushed all the way through. She was soaking wet for me. “Down.”

She pressed her entire front onto the mattress, popping her ass up even higher, allowing for a better angle.

I ripped into her, unleashing all the pent-up frustrations into her tight little pussy.

“Ah, Manuel!” she screamed my name. “Please! I’m going to come.”

Something raw and wild unlocked within me as I dig into her hips with my nails. I drew her ass onto me, slamming my body into hers. Sweat beaded my forehead as I worked myself and her toward the edge.

Thrust for thrust, we met each other with so much aggression until…

“Fuck!”

“Yes!”

We found our release. The orgasms cascaded over us, throwing us off the cliff’s edge where we had been hanging. I emptied myself into her until there was nothing left.

There was a soft hum that echoed throughout the room. Every corner of the small space was covered in the thick mist of lust and wildness.

I needed that.

Once the high had calmed, I removed my cock from her pussy. I placed myself back in my trousers, and walked back to the chair to pick up my phone.

Linda left wordlessly as she always did after one of our sessions. She was one of my favorites from the brothel. She understood her position and didn’t try to press me for more. Not that they could.

I was a drug boss. I didn’t do love or relationships.

I had two duties in the Brotherhood. One, lead them into greater success. And two, give them an heir who will carry on my work. There was no room for love there. It was a feeble and fleeting emotion that had no business in the industry I was in. Love was a weakness that I could not afford. It was a weakness my father had made sure to eradicate within me.

A knock came at the door, bringing my awareness back to the room.

“Come in,” I muttered as I scrolled through my phone.

“Boss?” Rodrigo, my second in command, entered. “I have that file that you wanted.”

I turned and grabbed the white folder from him. I flipped through the papers, taking all the information written down.

Juliette Rose Ballard. Half American and half French. It made sense she had a certain je ne sais quoi to her.

Most women, when they met me, wanted to jump my bones almost immediately. But not her. No. She looked like she wanted to bury me alive and then set my grave on fire. There was a spark inside of her that I wanted to snub out.

“Boss,” Rodrigo cleared his throat, gaining my attention. “What do you want with this one?”

“Do I pay you to question me, Rodrigo, or do I pay you to do as I ask?”

“Forgive me, Boss.”

I turned a page and read over the lines again before I asked, “She has a brother?”

“Yes, a step one. They share the same mother but different fathers. He is currently undergoing treatment for a blood disorder he has. But from the information I could get, his prognosis isn’t good.”

“Interesting. Any other living relatives?”

“No, her brother is her only one.”

Hmm… So, the little firecracker was all alone in this big, bad world.

I flipped the page again and came to her picture. She wore her dark blue scrubs and her stethoscope around her neck. Her wavy hair was in a tight ponytail and her arms were crossed over her chest.

There was this shine in her eyes that made the blue in them much lighter than they were.

“Get Leo and Willard to watch her. I want her every move followed, am I understood?”

The perplexed look on his face was valid, but I didn’t like to be questioned, and he knew that. So, instead of asking stupid questions, he nodded.

“Of course, Boss.”

“And, Rigo?”

“Yes?”

“I would like to make a sizable donation to Grace Memorial. I’m feeling rather charitable today.”

Juliette Ballard intrigued me. She had this stubbornness to her that I wanted to very much break apart.

Ready or not Juliette, here I come .