Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) (119 page)

His bulging cock pressed through his denim against my swollen lips. He rubbed up hard against me, making me raw. Breath burst out of my throat in a grating sigh.

I shook and wriggled, awkward on one foot, one unsteady heel as I felt Luka pop the rivet buttons on his jeans, one by one. Slowly. He was cruelly methodical. I banged my pelvis against him as hard as I could. But that hardly discouraged him.

At last I felt his hot, hard flesh slide along my wet furrow. My knees shuddered and my stomach rolled. Fireworks exploded and burst inside of me as a loud squawk filled the car, like the sound of a crow trapped in a cardboard box.

I was lost in the sensation of Luka’s massive cock beginning to push apart my petals when I realized that the noise was a voice, coming from the elevator control panel.

“This is the building superintendent. There is no emergency on the elevator. Please flip the emergency switch back down so that I can restart the car.”

Luka’s cock scraped against me and I leaned on my elbows against the door.

The control panel crackled again. “Okay, you know that I can restart the car from here. I have to fill in a lot of forms if I do that. You might not want me to do that.”

I sighed as Luka shoved his huge bulb into my wings and the whole of my body shuddered as he engaged at my opening.

The speaker crackled, “You know there’s a camera in there, right?”

Luka growled in a fury and he pulled out as he searched in the roof for the camera. When he found it, he reached into his jacket. The voice said, “Everything is recorded, naturally.”

Luka was furious and momentarily still. The car jolted, and then it started downwards.

When the door opened, we were in the basement. A large man in coveralls stood with a clipboard. He had a badge that said, “Norman. Super.” Super Norman was about to speak when Luka grabbed the board from him and slung it backwards onto the elevator floor.

He loomed over Norman who, to his credit, did not appear to be intimidated in any way. That probably showed more of a lack of comprehension than bravery on his part, but I liked him for it all the same. Luka said, “Take us to your office, Super Norman.”

He led us past the parking area, way down to the back of the basement by the boilers. As soon as the three of us were crammed into his tiny, hot cage, Luka said, “Now give me the recordings.”

That was when Norman appeared to realize that he was being menaced by a very much bigger man would have no qualms about beating him to a gel. A look of surprised panic came into his eyes. “I can’t give it to you, man. It’s on a hard disk.”

“Where’s the hard disk?”

“It’s in the server cabinet.”

“Where’s the server cabinet?”

In the corner of the cage was another cage, and in that was a pile of dark gray boxes with red, green, and orange lights on the front.

Luka looked around and found a big, lidded bucket marked “Fire.” He lifted the lid and slung the whole bucket of water into the cabinet. The cabinet sparked and crackled. Some fizzes and a few wreaths of smoke came out.

Then Luka hefted the fire extinguisher. He asked Norman, “Is this good for an electrical fire?” Norman’s face was red as he shook his head rapidly.

Luka said, “Good.” And let off the whole foaming content of the extinguisher at the pile of boxes in the smoking cage.
 

I said, “That might not do much to a flash drive. I had a USB stick go through two whole wash cycles. Dried it out, hadn’t lost a thing.”

Luka turned to me. “Yeah, you’re right. Those old racks weren’t using any flash drives, though. The boxes all sparked up pretty nicely on the insides as well as out before I hit them with the foam. They won’t be coming back online.”

Norman blustered, “You’ve just disabled all of the control systems and security for the whole building.”

Luka said, “You going to tell anyone who did it?”

Norman told him, “I don’t tell nobody nothing about no one that comes out of Tony’s apartment.”

“Good. So, none of the cameras are working on the parking level now?”

He waved at his little nest of dark screens. “None of the cameras or security anywhere in the building.”

“Great.” Luka turned. “Have a nice day.”

I stayed to tell Norman, “Look, somebody’s going to ask what happened here. Tell them the truth, okay? Only say it was guests from another apartment.” I watched him nod quickly. I leaned a little closer to his face. Let my eyelids droop as I asked him, “You got one in mind? Is there an apartment that trouble usually comes from?”

Luka was impatient outside the cage. Just like a man, wanting to leave the scene of the damage as fast as he could. My hand told him to wait, that I’d be along soon.

Norman said, “Sure. There’s a place that’s rented by a couple of young finance guys on the top floor. Real assholes. They must have met every officer in the local precinct. The manager will believe anything of them.”

I asked him, “Will there be any comeback?”

He shook his head. “I don’t say nothing about what goes in or comes out of Tony’s apartment. I know Tony,” He looked up at me, appealing.

I told him, “We’ll get you something nice for Easter.”

He frowned. “I’m not a Christian.”

“Norman.” I narrowed my eyes and said firmly, “Haven’t we argued enough for this morning?” I put my hand on his shoulder and he brightened. He nodded energetically.

I followed Luka back toward the parking lot, hating his disapproval. Not because I couldn’t stand him to think badly of me, although for sure that did sting. More because he was being dumb and it annoyed me to see him that way.

“Luka, what would have happened if someone came and put Norman through it because he let the building’s IT get toasted? Supposing he hadn’t known what to say?”

Luka was surly. “His problem.”

“Look, I know you’re an ass but you don’t have to be a dumbass with it.” I stopped walking. He turned to face me with his grin.

He said, “That sounds like something I would say.”
 

I ignored it, “Don’t you have any idea how dumb that is? You leave a little guy like Norman with a problem, he doesn’t know how to deal with it. Doesn’t know what to say. What’s going to happen?”

Luka shrugged. I slapped his face. “He’s liable to say the wrong thing.” His eyes blazed. “Imagine someone asks him about it. Suppose he thinks his job’s on the line and he lets slip something with the door number of the apartment.”

Luka shrugged again and looked down like a schoolboy getting told off. I slapped his cheek again. I tried not to enjoy it, but that didn’t work out. This time I connected harder. His jaw was like stone. My palm stung.

Still, I kept my voice flat and stern. “Maybe someone comes to the apartment, or slips a note under the door. A note that Bruto opens. Now, instead of us having a little problem with Norman, we could be walking into a big problem with Bruto.”

He was quiet. “It’s likely to come back and find you. Find me,” I said. “It would find
us
.”

“I’d deal with it,” Luka mumbled.

“Better to deal with it the easy way. Now.” I shook my head. “Now we’re a team, Norman and me, we’re a gang.” Was the angry flash in Luka’s eye a shard of jealousy? “You know why?” Luka’s head hung lower as he shook it. “He and I are a gang because we have a secret. Like I’m sure he had with Tony. Why would you make an enemy when you can stop and make an ally?”

We walked across the parking garage to his car. I felt his anger, and I was angry, too. This wasn’t how I had wanted the morning to go. The struggle in the elevator, that was thrilling.

Seeing him act so brutal and alpha with Norman had kept me hot. My thoughts had been on finishing what we started in the elevator. What he began when he busted open the door to my room last night. Was that really only last night?
 

It angered me to see him make such a stupid call. Leaving a man in a position to hurt us, to do us damage, when it was so easy to just show him we could be on the same side. Now Norman would be my friend, the way I was sure that he had been Tony’s.
 

Remembering the elevator, I was shocked at how wet I had been and how suddenly. Thinking about it now, I realized that, angry as I was, I was pretty wet right now. Luka was leading me to a black Grand Cherokee. A surge of my scent hit my nose.

Luka turned fast. “What’s your safe word?”

 
He lifted me. With the heels of my hands I clawed against his strong arms. My hips twisted as they were ground against the hard ridges of his stomach. His breath was hot and hard on my heaving breasts and I heard him say again, “Safe word?”

I shook my head fast.

I said, “Don’t need one.” At the same time I kicked my heels against the hard globes of his ass while he hoisted me in the air and bent me back.
 

The sides of my fists beat down on his shoulders. He held me with one hand as with his other hand he pulled up my jersey and deftly snapped open the front clasp on my bra. I groaned as the cool air hit my bare breasts, and immediately his lips, his mouth, his strong, wet tongue, greedily devoured my sore, hardening nipples.

Grabbing his hair, I tried to pull him off me. A rage boiled inside me. I wanted him to take me, to consume me, but first I wanted him to overcome me. Completely. This felt so dangerous, and here in the open space of the parking lot.

I squeezed my legs against the hard strength of his trunk. He was like a tree. My thighs and my ass cheeks clenched and I gasped as his big hand took a hold of my mound. His thumb pressed without mercy on the base of my clit and I bucked against him.

Pulling his hair did me no good, so I slapped his face again, over and over, but he just leered at me as he parted my folds with his fingers. The charge from watching the dark light in his cruel eyes was almost as great as the welling currents that his fingers set flashing and gushing through me.
 

Luka plucked me off him and spun me in the air like I weighed no more than a glove. Then he dropped me forward and my arms hit the slope of the Jeep’s hood. I kicked back at him and struggled as he pulled my thighs apart.

My voice grated in groans, but I didn’t dare to make words. I would have said
no
and
stop,
and those were the last things I wanted him to do. I would have died if he had stopped, even for a moment.

With all the force I could muster, I kicked back at him again, but I just felt the scrape of denim up my inner thighs as his legs came between mine. The back of his hand was against my wet panties as he yanked open his belt and popped open the rivet fly buttons.

His hand and his cock were against me. His fingers toyed roughly with my lips and my hood. At the same time, the head of his cock shoved at the wet fabric, which was all the separated us. All that prevented him from piercing me.

His fist pulled the gusset of my panties and they made a loud rip. The air shocked me, made my hips leap. Then I howled as he stretched me wide, impossibly wide, as he impaled me. I beat on the hood of the car and struggled. He grabbed me by the hair with one hand and slapped my ass hard with the other.

“Now, ride my fucking cock,” he growled. “You’ve been begging for this since I saw you in the bar.” And he poleaxed me with it. He stretched me so wide my mouth opened and my eyes felt ready to pop.

As I flailed on the hood of the car, the massive trunk of him reamed into my sore, swollen wetness. The walls of my pussy hugged and sucked on him, rolling to milk him. His thighs slammed into my bouncing ass.

My quivering mound felt the slap of his balls as he buried his enormous cock right up to the hilt in me. The hard, wide underside scraped my soft spot and he pumped hard and fast.

Luka locked his arm around my leg to pull me even harder against him, to get his cock ever farther up me. My face was hot and wet, and I drooled and panted as the cauldron of sensation inside me bubbled and brimmed over. As I groaned and strained, his hot bolts of creamy fire pulsed into me.

My thighs and my fingers clenched, my toes and my back arched, and as we slammed and locked together, a white flash of sensation flooded me, making me gasp and cry out. Still he didn’t stop, and he beat me more and more as his hot fountain filled me up.

As I went over the last time I caught the flash of that supernova smile and I lost it and shouted his name.

He pounded me as I lay sprawled across the hood of the car, whimpering and helpless, barely able to grip his cock with my weeping pussy.

Good for practically nothing else, my moans and tremors shook and vibrated all the way through me. My breaths sounded like sobs. The groans in Luka’s throat grated as he leaned over me with his hands either side of my trembling ass.

The way her little pussy hugged and sucked on my cock, I couldn’t help myself from getting as far and as hard up her luscious, wet walls as I could and banging my rod as deep as it would go. It was a shock how fast she made me come, and I never had an orgasm quite like it.

My balls had ached non-stop since the time in the hotel room the night before, I couldn’t get her out of my head for some reason, and then being interrupted in the damned elevator, I guess that I’d been wound up beyond normal endurance. Still, I gotta say—hot
damn,
that was something.

I grasped at her neck, her waist, and her breasts. Alexa wanted me to treat her rough and I did. When she slapped me, it was kind of wonderful. Like a light went on somewhere. It fired me up, and I couldn’t get enough of her as my cock plowed into her and filled her.

Now, hot and still swollen inside her, leaning over her and breathing hard, the low bong of the elevator from the far side of the concrete garage brought me back to earth. I had forgotten that we were completely exposed and in what was actually a public place.

My phone sounded at almost the exact same moment.

“Fuck!” I grated.

“Mmm.” Her shaking voice was as dreamy as her gorgeous, peachy ass pressed back against my hips. I knew the call would be from Bruto. And I knew that I would have to pick the damned thing up. I pulled the warbling phone out of my pocket and scowled at his name on the screen.