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

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Manuel POV

“ C rawl,” I ordered Linda, who had been kissing Michelle.

Linda ripped her lips from Michelle’s and got on all fours onto the bed, crawling to me. All the while, Michelle began to work on herself. She circled her finger against her clit, soft moans leaving her lips as she pushed a finger inside.

Linda crawled up until she was straddling me. My hard cock pressed against her bare center, ready and waiting to enter.

“What would you like?” She traced her nails up and down my bare chest, her trail leaving hot white passion where it touched. “Do you want my hands?”

She lowered her neck and started kissing up and down the side of my neck. Her teeth grazed my skin, giving me the perfect amount of pain and passion.

She knew my body well. And I knew hers even better.

With my eyes still trained on Michelle, I kneaded and smacked Linda’s perky little ass. She shivered against me, her kisses trailing lower and lower until she came to my trousers. She didn’t waste time; she already knew what to do. She freed me from my pants and began to work my length in the exact way I liked it.

I watched Michelle work her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. The woman was so hot that I could see the slickness dripping down her leg.

I grabbed the back of Linda’s head and forced her to take more of me in until I had her gagging.

Fuck, yes .

After a not-so-great week, I told Linda that I needed a little attention. It was her idea to bring in Michelle. I never cared for group activities. I was never one to share my toys. But Linda and Michelle were very pleasing to watch.

Linda worked with me until I had had enough. I drew her head back, my cock falling out of her mouth with a pop.

“On your hands.” I got up to my knees and waited for her to angle herself. Then I looked at Michelle, who had prepped herself well enough. “I want to watch Linda eat up wet pussy.”

Michelle came to lay in front of Linda and spread her legs wide. Linda lowered herself, making sure to arch her back to bring her ass closer to my length. She covered her mouth over Michelle and started lapping up the wetness. I pushed into Linda, filling her to the brim.

“Oh,” she muttered against Michelle’s pussy.

My rhythm was slow and controlled. But with every thrust, a pair of blue eyes flashed across my mind, only making me slam into Linda harder.

No, I would not think about her today. I already had enough on my hands.

I grabbed onto Linda’s hips and slammed into her harder. I worked her with my hard cock until she was practically screaming.

My phone buzzed again, only adding to my annoyance. Whoever the fuck this was, they better have a good reason for interrupting me like this.

I pushed in harder, my balls smacking against her ass. Linda lifted her mouth from Michelle’s pussy and moaned.

“Yes!” she screamed into the thick silence of the room. “Harder! More!”

“Argh!” I groaned. My thrusts became more forceful, and my body dampened from the sweat that leaked from my pores. “Fuck her with your mouth.”

Linda did as I told her. She covered Michelle's clit with her mouth and sucked her hard. Michelle joined the chorus of moans before she grabbed onto the back of Linda’s head.

My phone buzzed again, and this time instead of ignoring it, I reached for it while I was still fucking Linda from behind. I made sure not to break my rhythm. The end was almost in sight, and the cliff’s edge drew closer and closer.

I opened my phone, and just like that, all desire to fuck Linda until she screamed faded. My movements stopped and I pulled out of her pussy with lightning speed.

“What the hell?” Linda whined but I was already putting on my trousers. “Manuel?”

Her voice was nothing but background noise. Rodrigo’s message was the only thing at the forefront of my mind. Before I was even out of the door, I was already calling him.

Rodrigo: There was a shootout. Juliette is alright, but she’s shaken up .

He answered me after one ring.

“Where is she?”

“The compound, Boss. We have the doctor looking at her now.”

“Stay with her and find out who the fuck is behind this.” I cut the call and made my way out of the brothel towards my car.

I had a thrust for blood and whoever was behind this was going to lay dearly with their life.

Between getting into my car and then coming to the gates of my compound a good twenty minutes from the city, I could not remember it clearly. All I kept thinking was whether she was okay or not.

A fucking shootout.

I walked through the large double doors that led into the foyer. Rigo was already in the center, waiting to greet me.

“Where is she?”

“She’s in the kitchen, Boss. The doctor looked her over and?—”

I was already storming toward the kitchen. My strides were so large and quick that Rigo had to jog a little to catch up with me.

“She has no concussion, but she is still in shock from all that happened.”

I came to a pause by the archway that opened up to the kitchen. My eyes found her almost instantly.

The tightness in my chest eased when I saw her sitting by the kitchen island with a cup of tea in hand. She had a blanket thrown over her shoulders and her eyes were hard set on the marble in front of her.

I closed the distance between us and grabbed her face, forcing her to look me in the eyes. The usual rainstorm she carried in them was no longer there. Instead, all I could see was this blank stare in her eyes. Her cheeks were pale, and her entire face looked like she had pushed herself through hell and back.

“Juliette,” I called her name, but she just stared up at me with that blank look of hers. It was as if her body were here but her mind was elsewhere. “Hey, Juliette, I need you to say something so I know you’re okay.”

I had grown up to the sound of gunfire and blood. The moment I took my first breath I had more enemies than I could count on two hands. Being shot at was nothing new to me. I had a gun pointed at me more times in one month than a politician had scandals in a whole year.

But she was not me. She didn’t grow up in this kind of life. Where I caused blood to spill, she mopped it up. What she had witnessed tonight had likely rocked her to the core.

“Juliette.” I brushed my thumb against her cheek. “Can you hear me?”

She blinked, her eyes connecting with mine slowly. Awareness came back to those depth-filled eyes of hers. She blinked again.

“Manuel?” Her voice was only but a faint whisper.

“Yes, amor . Are you okay?”

She blinked again, her eyes moving over every inch of my face as if to check if what she was seeing was really in front of her.

“You’re fine now, Juliette. No one is going to hurt you here, okay? You’re okay.”

She closed her eyes and then opened them again. This time there was a shine in her eyes as the tears built up inside of them. Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to control her emotions.

I took the cup from her hand and set it to the side. She didn’t fight me when I pulled her to my chest and held her against my heart. I cradled the back of her head in my hand and pressed into me. I didn’t know if it was more for her account or mine.

I looked over my shoulder at Rodrigo and gave him a nod. He inclined his neck in my direction and left us in the kitchen.

The first shaky cry left her lips followed by small little shudders in her spine. Her hands clutched onto my shirt for dear life, her tears soaking the expensive cotton.

I was not a compassionate man by any means, and I didn’t have a single ‘soft’ bone in my body. But I held onto this woman like she was the most delicate of china. I allowed her to cry and release her sadness and shock, all the while I held her and plotted the murder of whoever was behind all of this.