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

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Juliette POV

I didn’t know how long I stood there staring at him. The dress was the last remaining barrier between us. I could feel his heat rolling off of his body in waves. The tension in the air was so thick I could taste it.

If I crossed this line with this man, then there would be no coming back from here. It would shift the entire dynamic of the arrangement. The logic inside of me screamed to tell him to leave. But the woman in me who had not felt the touch of a man in what seemed like a millennium screamed louder.

Just for tonight. I would allow myself this one, reckless decision just for tonight.

Fuck it.

I held his gaze, his brown eyes darkened with lust as the dress slipped from my chest and pooled at my feet.

Manuel’s eyes darkened. “You are breathtaking, Juliette Ballard.”

His words stroked the lips of pussy. The blood filled them as my mind hyper-focused on his presence. This man was every dark fantasy I had ever had.

“Last chance to back out, amor .” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. The black of his pupils expanded. “Once I start, I will not stop.”

“Fuck me like you hate me, Manuel.”

I didn’t even know where those words came from. The desire had completely overtaken my body. All I could feel was his scorching touch, and the only thing on my mind was feeling him everywhere.

“Shit,” he hissed before he crashed his lips down onto mine.

His body touched me and my body reacted like it was feeling the touch of a man for the first time. And maybe it was. All the men before Manuel paled in comparison to him, even now. Even if I still didn’t know what it felt like to have him inside me.

My hands moved up his chest and made light work of his buttons. Everything in me wanted to rip away the last remaining barriers between us, but I wanted to take my time. I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to commit every single curve and line to memory. If this was only to be for one night, then I wanted it to be burned in my mind for the rest of my days.

Layer by layer, I carefully pulled his clothes off his body until he stood in front of me as bare as the day he was born.

My God .

This man was the epitome of perfection.

My eyes moved from his hard chest to the molten whiskey eyes that had captivated me from the very first moment I had stared into them. The heat in them screamed at me with so much power that I felt my pussy purr.

Manuel reached in between us, still holding my gaze, and cupped my throbbing core in his hands. He moved his fingers against my wetness, igniting a new level of fire inside of my body.

I pushed my body into him, and my entire skin caught on fire.

He pressed his lips onto mine. At first, his touch was gentle, but then the hunger took over. Our mouths battled for dominance, neither one of us wanting to give in to the other.

He ripped his lips from mine and breathed against my skin, “So fucking sweet.”

His voice was sweet, coated in thick lust and desire.

I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him back down to me. This time there was no moment of sweetness to our kiss. It was angry, rough, and scorching. All things I associated with this man, but there was also something else, there. Something deeper than I would ever allow myself to delve too much into.

I ground my aching pussy into him, his hard length poking me, his tip kissing my lips with the smallest of touches.

“Oh…” I moaned against his lips. “I want you.”

He didn’t need me to beg or plead with him. He had waited just as long as I had.

He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. I thought he would throw me down onto the mattress, but instead, he lowered me to my feet and turned me so my back was toward him.

He pressed his hand into my lower back and forced me to place my hands on the mattress. His large palm came down onto my ass with a loud smack. The sound vibrated through the room the same way the sweet sensation rippled through my entire body.

This man was going to be my undoing.

He moved his length up and down my slickness.

“Don't tease me.” The anger that left my lips was unlike me, but it mirrored the frustration he was placing me under. “Just fuck me, Manuel.”

Another smack bounced off my cheek. The pleasure tore through me like a tidal wave.

“Quiet.”

He plunged inside me with one swift thrust.

“ Oh my God .”

He filled me up completely.

He waited for a moment for me to get accustomed to his size.

His fingernails dug into my skin. His body strained as he fought the natural instinct to move.

“It’s okay,” I panted. “Move.”

He pulled out of me and then slammed back into me with viscous force. His movement ripped me apart in ways that I could not explain in words.

He repeated his motions, each thrust burrowing himself deeper into my pussy.

I pushed back on him, meeting him every time and giving back as much as he was giving. He pressed his back to mine and used his one hand to cup my breast and massage the soft flesh.

“Your pussy holds me well, amor .” He grazed his teeth against my shoulder. “So. Fucking. Well.”

His assaults were calloused, and there was no gentleness in any of his movements. He was fucking me just as I had wanted. But not only that, he was claiming me, branding my body as his.

Normally, that would turn me off, but with him, it only increased the heat throughout my body.

“Oh, Manuel…”

He raised his top half and took me along with him. He locked arms behind my back and plunged into me with a rapid rhythm that left me screaming.

It was so good. I had never felt cock quite like his.

I could feel myself drawing closer to the edge of that cliff.

I was right on the edge, drawing closer and closer until…

Manuel ripped himself from my pussy. But before I could even let my complaints be vocal, he flipped me and threw me onto the bed.

I didn’t get much time to react before he was between my legs. His cock found its way back inside of me with little effort. Our gazes locked as he found my sweet spot once more.

It amazed me just how well we fit.

We moaned in unison when he hit the back of my walls.

Manuel moved upward a little so we could both watch him move in and out of me in slow, fluid motions, at first.

“So perfect…” he muttered lowly, I didn’t think it was meant for my ears.

He lifted my hips, my leg rested on his shoulder as he continued to assault my pussy in the best way possible. This was the kind of torturous pain that I could get used to. This man was taking me to new heights I had never even felt before.

He ground his cock into me, completely shattering me from the inside out. A deep kind of pleasure that could only be felt in the dark crevasses of my soul.

“Oh my God…” I arched into him feeling my entire being come to light. “Yes, please.”

Manuel grabbed my throat and choked me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, his calloused fingers heating my skin he touched.

He was glorious.

“You’re perfect, amor .” He released my hold on my neck. “So fucking perfect.”

He increased his pace. He dropped my leg from his shoulder and lifted my hips further. He dug his nails into my hips and pounded into me relentlessly.

“Ah!” we moaned in unison.

Thrust after thrust, we met each other with wet slaps.

“I’m going to…” I arched my back, feeling the orgasm making its way into my body. My core vibrated with heat and tingles. “Manuel!”

“I’m right here with you, amor . Come for me.”

And just like that, the orgasm ripped through my body violently. My entire body came undone under him, and all I could think, feel or fathom was how perfectly we fit together.

We rode out our orgasms until we were left in a mushy puddle of lust and bliss. The protective bubble we had created kept my moment of happiness and peace in place.

Manuel hovered over me with his elbows on either side of my legs. His molten eyes penetrated my body, reaching around the barbed wire that I had around myself.

Why did my heart feel so… fluttery? I didn’t know if that was the word to describe what I was feeling, but it was the closest thing that came to mind.

The feeling was strange, and teetered the fine, red line that should not be crossed.

Manuel rolled off of me, pulling his length out of me. He collapsed beside my body before he pulled me into his chest. I placed my legs over his and laid my head over his chest.

I could hear the escalated beating slowly coming down from its high.

Manuel traced his finger up and down the length of my spine. The tips of his fingers caused a frenzy in my nervous system. Little tiny sparks of electricity moved from one vertebra to another.

I knew that what had just been done could not be undone. And I knew that the consequences of tomorrow would find me once the sun rose. But I wanted to enjoy this moment. To pretend that, for only a second, I could have this man in the way I wanted.

“You were incredible, amor .” His thick voice filled the silence. “All I had imagined and more.”

My head snapped up from his chest, I stared into his eyes, expecting to see humor and laughter in them. But all that stared back at me were these sparkling caramel eyes that had my heart melting.

I felt my heart come to a clattering halt the longer I stared into his eyes. The shining caramel liquified further.

“I…” I had no response for him. Like every other time I had been around this man, I was rendered speechless.

“What’s wrong, amor ? Cat got your tongue?” His brilliant smile shined my way, and I thought that my heart was only seconds away from combusting.

“Has anyone ever told you that you speak too much?” Finally, I had found my voice.

“Only a handful of times.” His smile widened. Our gazes deepened, and the mood shifted yet again, the smile slipping from his lips to give way to the heat and desire that had kissed every inch of his face.

“What?”

“You are remarkable, Juliette Ballard.”

I had been called many things in life, but remarkable had never been one of them. To hear that word uttered from his lips and directed at me meant more than he would ever know. I leaned upward and pressed my lips to his. The kiss could not have lasted more than a few measly seconds, but the power and fire behind it were encapsulating.

It moved something within me, in the deepest parts of my foundation. I could feel the protective wall around myself creating hairline fractures. Too tiny to be seen at first, but once they lengthened and deepened in size, they could bring my entire barrier down.

I needed to be careful.

But those worries were completely disregarded when this man deepened our kiss. He stole all the sense from my mind.

He pulled away only enough to mutter one single sentence that made the consequences of tomorrow far less of a threat.

“I’m not done with you yet, Juliette.” He rolled us so I could lay beneath him before he slid between my legs.

I didn’t think I could take any more of him. I had reached my capacity, or so I had thought. My pussy purred with anticipation of feeling him inside me all over again.

Oh, this man… He was soon going to be the very death of me.

“I’m only getting started with you, Manuel.”

This was likely going to haunt me for the rest of my life. But for now, I would enjoy the delusional bliss I had found myself in.

The dryness of my throat stirred me from my sleep. I blinked my eyes open and immediately, I was hit by the throbbing pain in my head. I groaned, the ache in my head only increasing.

This was why I didn’t drink. Granted, I had been guzzling the liquor like water. But that didn’t mean that my actions were justified.

When my mind finally brought me back to reality, it was then that I felt the heavy arm that was draped over my bare waist.

Oh. My. God .

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will my current situation away.

Memories of what I’d done the night before rammed into my mind, assaulting my brain with the recklessness I had vowed to never let myself get lost into.

I had slept with the Chicago Drug Lord.

I dared to look over my shoulder at the man who had himself pressed against my back. His long eyelashes kissed the top of his cheeks. His features were completely relaxed and free from any tension. He looked at ease for the first time since I had met him.

My eyes traced the sharp lines of his face, drinking him in. The man was gorgeous, there was no denying that. It was a lethal kind of beauty that easily made you forget the blood that stained his hands.

And yet, those same hands that had taken lives had touched me gently and caressed the lines of my body in ways that made my heart flutter.

I turned away from him. Even in his sleep, he was hypnotic.

The gentle ache of my center only confirmed all that I was seeing in my mind. My pussy had taken a pounding from him, but my God had this man taken me to heaven and back again.

No. No, Juliette . There was no time for that.

I needed to get out of here before he woke up. I couldn’t bear the idea of him waking up and seeing me.

I made the first move to slip out from under his arm. I made sure to move inch by inch, as slowly as I possibly could.

For a man who had many enemies after him, he sure was a heavy sleeper. I thought that the first movement that I made would have woken him from his slumber.

I slipped out from under his arm and scootched to the end of my bed. I pressed my feet on the cold wooden floor and sat up. I heard him stir behind me and I froze.

I waited for his voice to move through the air and ask me where I was going, but it never came. I looked over my shoulder to find him turned away from me.

I breathed a sigh of relief and continued on my escape attempt.

The floor was littered with his clothes and my dress.

Vivid memories of the night before passed through my mind, but I tried not to hold onto those thoughts.

I tiptoed across the room, getting into the large walk-in closet to retrieve my scrubs. I wasn’t on shift today, but I needed somewhere to go that wasn’t here. I couldn’t face, Manuel, at least not yet. I made quick work of getting them on and then I shuffled my way out of the room without waking him.

I hurried to the living room to pick up my bag and made my way out of the penthouse. It was only when I was in the elevator that I allowed myself to breathe. I pressed my back against the mirror and looked to the ceiling.

The last 48 hours had been nothing short of a whirlwind. It had been bad decision after bad decision.

He was the leader of one of the most notorious gangs in Chicago. He spilled blood for a living and contributed to the wounds I repaired. We didn’t make sense in any way. The smart thing to do would be to stay away from him and keep those boundaries I had set from the very beginning.

The only issue was that my heart craved him. I couldn’t explain it.

It was more than just a carnal desire; it was an emotional one, too. I craved his presence and his touch.

Sex was easy to navigate. It was animalistic and could be chalked down to simple human desire. But issues of the heart? That was a whole other battlefield that I was not sure I would survive.