Married to the Bad Boy

By: Vanessa Waltz

 (A Mafia Romance Novel)

No one in their right mind marries a bad boy…



I’m a player. A man whore. Whatever the hell you want to call it, I get around.

During the day I crack heads and extort businesses. At night I find girls to fuck. I live to hear them moan for me, but one night is all they get. No one ever made me want more.

Until her.

Elena.

The moment her lips wrapped around me, I was done. All day I think about running my tongue all over those curves.

Too bad those curves are off limits. She’s running from a man who will kill me for touching her.

Well, she’s tired of running and needs my help.

She thinks I’m doing it for money.

I’m doing it to make her mine.



Note: This 82,000-word standalone mafia romance novel contains mature themes and situations that might make some readers uncomfortable. This is the first book in the Cravotta Crime Family saga, but it is a standalone novel.



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TONY



“C’moooooon, Tony.”

Blondie sighs into my ear, her vermouth and gin breath gusting over my nose as she tries to shimmy over my legs, a feat that sends a lot of raised eyebrows my way, considering this chick’s dress is practically hiked up to her panties.

It makes my cock stand to attention when her little ass rubs my lap. She’s wearing the same panties as yesterday. Dirty. Sexy.

But if I thought for a second that I had a good chance of running into yesterday’s one-night stand, I would’ve never come to this bar. I fucked her last night, and the needy bitch wants seconds.

Of course she does.

She grips my waist with surprising strength and lands a sloppy kiss on my cheek. I sweep a hand over her bare shoulders and a row of goose bumps sprouts over her skin.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” I smile, painfully.

“No.”

She pouts her small lips for a moment and then erupts into giggles.

“No? What the fuck do you mean, no?”

“I don’t wanna listen. I wanna fuck.”

My cock wants to fuck her, too. It swells in my slacks despite how much I want it to calm down. I don’t fuck girls twice. Ever. Whatsherface is making it extremely hard for me to turn her away.

Blondie slides her manicured hand over my thigh and grabs the bulge between my legs. It twitches in response and I groan out loud, embarrassed for my cock. Blood roars through my veins, pounding through my head: Shut up and fuck the girl.

It’s hard to ignore that fucking voice when it’s hissing in your ear, over and over.

Goddamn her. I grab a fistful of her hair and bend my mouth to her ear. “Fucking listen to me or I’ll spank you in front of this whole bar.”

That captures her attention. Finally.

She shuts up and her doe-like eyes find mine, but they drop away almost immediately, focusing on my chest and arms. She places her hands on me and feels me up. I don’t want her, but it’s hard for my cock not to get excited when I’ve a half-naked chick bouncing on my lap.

It’s hard to keep her eyes locked on mine. She has the attention span of a goldfish and is just about as bright. I tap her cheek lightly and she turns her head toward mine again.

“We had fun last night, but it’s over. I don’t go out with girls more than once.”

I’m distracted by her nipple, which slips out of that thing she calls a dress, and my cock jumps in my slacks.

“It feels like you want me again.”

Then her hand tightens around my stiffening cock and I am less and less aware of the fact that there are people gawking at us.

Jesus.

Blonde hair tickles my neck as she leans in, smiling drunkenly. “I’ll leave you alone if you fuck me one more time.”

One more time?

I blow air out from my cheeks and consider it. She’s a lusty broad, and willing—and I could easily bring her to the back and fuck her in one of the VIP booths. Or the storeroom. I can just imagine her slick, pink pussy wrapping around my cock like a glove, just like it did last night. I could fuck her cunt nice and fast, and as long as she didn’t spread out word that Tony Vidal could be persuaded into a second fuck, I’d be all right.

“You’re the best I ever had, baby.”

You’re not the best I ever had.

Still, she was a good, hot fuck and she came real nice for me. Sometimes they come in the bar looking for me because they know who I’m connected with, and they think that if they flash their tits at me I’ll loan them money or beat the shit out of their boyfriends—no. Other times they’re danger whores looking for a hot piece of action. They know I’m a bad boy, and they’ll fuck me if I pretend to tell them some secrets about the mob. It gets me off to see them hot for my cock. I stick my fingers in their cunts and make them scream for me. They twist and writhe, and I make them come before I get my dick wet. I’ve got a real reputation for scoring pussy. Tony—the great fuck. Hey, it’s not a bad one.

Her fingers splay over my chest and they coil around my cock. It thickens in her hand and she gives me this coy little smile, because she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“You just want me balls deep inside your cunt, don’t you?”

She doesn’t bat an eye. “Yes.”

All right. Fuck it.

“I’ll bang the shit out of you—again. But that’s it. No more. You know the rules.”

She nods drunkenly. “Yeah, I know the—the rules.”

We slide off the stool and her tits practically pop out as she stumbles next to me. The guys in the bar wheel their heads around like sharks smelling blood, but she’s my meal for tonight. Actually, only a snack, really, because I’m interested in the piece of ass I briefly spotted. If I see anyone else talking to her when I get back, I’ll tell him to fuck off right before smashing his fucking face into the wall.

I drag her bony ass behind the bar, looking for Tommy before I open the door to his storeroom. It’s a small, dusty room with boxes of liquor. There’s nothing really important, but he’d bust a nut if he knew I was fucking in here.

“Tony.”

I turn around after closing the door, and the crazy bitch stands there, already naked. Her pink dress pools at her feet. My eyes follow her bare, slim legs to her trim waist—not an ounce of fat—and then her small, firm tits. Seeing them now reminds me how I nailed her tight little cunt, how her tits almost seemed to fit in my mouth, and how she squealed when I sucked on her perfect skin. She opens her mouth, but all I want from her lips is to have them wrapped around my cock. Her shaved pussy gleams as I approach her, slapping her inner thigh. She spreads her legs apart and I run my fingers over her swollen clit.

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