Sweet Release (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (24 page)

He moved his head down towards my breast, kissing every inch of skin on the way until he reached the edge of my bra. I gasped as his fingers moved behind me and unclipped it, letting the only fabric still covering my breasts fall to the ground.

The cool air of the room made my nipples harden immediately, but before I had a chance to react Inferno’s mouth was on them, sucking. I gasped and arched my back as a jolt of pleasure shot through my body. This was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I mean, I wasn’t a virgin or anything, but this. This was pleasure on a whole new level.

“Oh my God,” I gasped as Inferno’s fingers found my thighs. I was wearing a knee-length skirt, and he hoisted it up to my waist, then moved his fingers down to my panties.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled into my ear. “I’m going to make you mine.”

A force was building in my stomach, the fire inside of me was kindled. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me, right then and there.

“Oh God, fuck me!” I begged, and he grabbed the thin fabric of my panties. A tearing sound cut through the room as he ripped them off me, eliciting a gasp of surprise from me.

Inferno carried me across the room, setting me down on the professor’s desk at the front of the class. He dropped his pants, revealing the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Hard, and at attention, I couldn’t help but stare. Was that really supposed to fit inside of me?

He walked over in between my legs and began to rub his cock in my juices, the feeling of his shaft against my most sensitive skin driving me insane. I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted it now.

A minute later, I got my wish.

For a moment he held his tip against my slit, teasing me, tantalizing me, driving me insane.

Then, he drove it in, hard. I gasped as my walls stretched to accommodate his girth. He was definitely bigger than any other man I’d ever had. No question there.

I clutched at Inferno’s shoulders as I sat against the edge of the desk, my legs wrapped around him, while he began to piston in and out of me. I was going to be sore tomorrow. I didn’t care.

He pounded me hard, balls deep with every thrust, our bodies moving in unison as the pressure in my stomach began to build, coming closer and closer to the tipping point.

“I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before,” Inferno told me, his voice husky and hoarse. He pushed me down, so I was lying on the desk, and grabbed my legs from around his torso and brought them up against him, my ankles resting on his shoulders.

I was looking up at him now, as he looked down, watching his manhood slide in and out of me. He slowed his pace and rubbed a finger in the juices that were leaking out of me, bringing it to my clit.

His movements were soft, but deliberate, and as soon as he began to rub my nub I felt a whole new level of pleasure coursing through me.

“Ohhhhh,” I muttered, my body beginning to tremble at the feeling of his touch.

I was close. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. Inferno began to pound me harder and harder again, each thrust matched with a flick of my clit that took the pleasure I was feeling to a whole new level.

I was going to have to come soon. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. My back arched against the table as I invited him into my body. Harder. Deeper. Faster. I wanted more of everything.

“Oh fuck me!” I begged, just as my body couldn’t take any more.

Waves of pleasure, like nothing I’d ever felt before, racked my body as I came. Moans of pleasure escaped my body as every muscle in my body tensed, waiting for the next wave of pure pleasure to come crashing over. I clutched at the edge of the desk as the orgasm ripped through me, before I finally came down to earth, my breathing laboured, my walls clenching slowly over his cock.

Inferno began to thrust inside of me again, hard, and a few seconds later he came with a grunt, his seed shooting deep inside of me as he grabbed my ankles and thrust in a few final times, as hard as he could.

When he was finished he stayed inside of me, his shaft staying hard for a while longer than I would have expected. We didn’t speak; the only sound was that of our breaths, our sweat mingling as much as our bodies.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just done.

Oh my God.

As time passed, the stark reality of what I’d just done became clear, and I started to panic.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD.

I wasn’t supposed to do this. This wasn’t supposed to happen at all. I was just supposed to patch him together, not fuck him! What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I control myself?

Shame flooded my body as I realized what had just happened. What I’d allowed to happen. I looked down at my ruined panties as Inferno’s seed began to leak out of me and I hoisted my skirt back down.

He was just sitting on the edge of the desk, where a few minutes ago he’d been pounding his cock in and out of me, grinning at my obvious discomfort.

“You know, it’s not the 50s anymore. You’re allowed to enjoy random sex with a virtual stranger these days,” he told me, and I glared at him in response. He didn’t understand. I wasn’t like him. I was a good girl. I pretty much belonged on an advertisement for The Gap. I didn’t do these sorts of things.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it? It’s not like you didn’t enjoy yourself,” he added with a wink, and my face flushed red.

“You wouldn’t understand,” I replied. “Anyway, I’ve patched you up. I’m going home,” I told him.

“See you next time, doc,” he replied with a grin, and I left without another look.

As I took did the Walk of Shame home for the first time in a very, very long time, I couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into me. This wasn’t the sort of thing I did.

I had to admit though, it felt
good
. Hell, it felt a lot more than good. It was amazing. I’d never, ever felt anything like that before, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, my body wanted more.

There was something really wrong with me.

Lying on the couch about four nights later watching TV, eating some Chinese take-out I’d ordered from the place down the street, I started to smile as I thought about fucking Valerie.

Holy shit was she ever sexy. Lying there below me, her breasts heaving up and down as I thrust my cock deep into her… I was getting a semi just from thinking about it.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I forced the thoughts of Valerie out of my head and got up off the couch to see who it was. When I opened the door, Keith was standing there.

“What do you want?” I asked. I was glad to see he looked pretty bad. His nose was crooked, his cheek was bruised and he had a bad burn down the side of his face. Though to be fair, I wasn’t exactly supermodel material right now either.

He shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Look, can I come in?”

I paused for a second, then figured why the hell not. I could kick his ass anytime, anywhere. I opened the door and stood to the side as he walked past and threw himself down on the couch. A few months ago he would have reached over and commandeered whatever egg rolls I had left. This time he just stared at them for a minute before moving his eyes back to me.

“Fuck, just take an egg roll dude,” I told him, motioning at the plate, and he grinned and helped himself. Ok, so he probably wasn’t here to kick my ass. That was good.

I sat down across from him and waited for him to start talking.

“So,” he finally started through bites of egg roll, “Things are getting pretty fucking ridiculous.”

“I agree.” I didn’t add that it was all his and Sam’s fault. After all, I wasn’t the one that had tried roasting a bunch of families alive.

“That shit that happened today, it wasn’t supposed to go down like that.”

I didn’t say anything, just waited for him to keep talking.

“We were hitting another jewellery store. Sam said she had good info that there was over ten million bucks worth of diamonds in there. We went in, but the diamonds were in a safe. It was a father and son type place. So we start to threaten the father, tell him we’re going to kill his son in front of him, but before we know it the kid’s grabbed some pain thinner and dumped it on the ground and sets it on fire.”

He paused to take a breath. I had automatically assumed that Keith and Sam set the fire.

“So fuck, we’re not like you, we can’t do anything against that shit. Right away it takes. We had to get out of there. Basically the four of us all get out, but the fire spread so fucking fast. It was unbelievable. And then the cops were there; we think one of them must have set off a silent alarm somewhere when we first came in. And then you showed up.”

Keith paused again, taking another bite of egg roll, looking like he was trying to think about what he was going to say next.

“And then you showed up. And I know it looked bad. And I know we made some bad decisions. Honestly? I’m sick of the fighting. Sam doesn’t know I’m here. She disagrees. But fuck, man, the money is so good. I came here to make a deal. You let us run around and steal shit for like, a year. Then whatever we come up with, we go into retirement with. No one will see us flying around again, or shooting acid at anything, or throwing rocks around. What do you say?”

I had to admit, I wasn’t expecting this.

But my answer was immediate.

“No way, man.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because way too much is going wrong and you’re fucking psychos. Sam tried to drop a kid to his death.”

“You’re calling me a psycho, but I didn’t see it since you set me on fucking fire, in case you forgot.”

“Yeah, to stop you from attacking me so I could save a family from the fire you caused.”

“We didn’t set that fire.”

“And that kid wouldn’t have either if you hadn’t tried to rob his family.”

“Fucking hell man, I’m here to extend an olive branch, ok?”

“Well I’m not going to come back and join you. And for fuck’s sake, if you’re going to go around hurting people then yeah, I’m going to stop you.”

“Man, we used to be so tight,” Keith told me, standing up. I shook my head.

“Yeah, we were. Before you decided money was more important than human fucking lives.”

He looked at me sadly for a moment, as though he wanted to say something, then thought best against it and headed towards the door. He stopped just before leaving.

“Sam wants you back, you know.”

“I don’t date fucking psychos anymore.”

Keith left without another word and I made my way to the kitchen where I kept a bottle of Jack. I brought it back to the couch with me. I had some demons to slay tonight.

No, this wasn’t the way to do it, I thought, and threw the bottle into the sink where it shattered, sending the amber liquid inside down the drain.

Still, I couldn’t stay here.

I put on my costume, looked out the window to make sure no one was watching, then flew off into the night. The warm air from the summer night on my face had a bit of a calming effect. This was definitely a better choice than drinking away the pain, something I’d chosen to do far too often in the past.

Why had Keith come past asking me to look the other way? Didn’t he realize
why
I couldn’t just sit back and watch innocent people get hurt?

I wasn’t a good person. I knew that. I was maybe the worst person on the planet suited to be Inferno. Valerie would be much better at it. But I had to try. For
her
.

Wandering around aimlessly, I eventually found myself heading to where the fight with Keith had taken place a few days earlier. I could see the building, the sides now blackened with flame and police tape still cordoned around the outside.

Then I saw something that didn’t belong. On the roof, where Valerie had come to wait for me… she was there, again.

What the hell?

I flew down and landed twenty feet away from her. She was sitting on a camping chair, one of those fold-out ones that lets you lean back a bit, reading a book. In the cupholder was a red solo cup filled with red wine, the rest of the bottle sitting on the ground next to her.

“Valerie?” I asked, and she jumped a tiny bit as she looked up.

“Oh, good, you came,” she replied, closing her book.

“What on earth are you doing here?” I asked, motioning at the chair, the wine, everything.

“Well, I wanted to see how you were doing. Plus your bandages would need changing, and I’m going to have to take your stitches out in a few days. Believe me, the scar will look better if you let me do it. But, since I had no way to contact you, and I figured that blowing something up to get your attention might be a little bit of overkill, I had to improvise. I thought you might come here, and it’s been really nice out, so I’ve been coming up here every few days to finish Gone with the Wind. There’s enough light from the city that even though it’s dark, I can still read. If you showed up, well, awesome. If not, then I’ve got a bottle of wine and a good book, it’s not like I’ve wasted the evening.”

I had to laugh. Damn, this girl wasn’t like anyone else I knew. She must have gotten over her embarrassment of having had sex with me in the empty classroom.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” she retorted, thinking I was making fun of her.

“No, no, I’m not laughing
at
you. I just think… you’re something else. That was clever. And thank you. For thinking about how good my face is going to look in photoshoots.”

She smiled a bit.

“Well I can’t help you tonight. I don’t have anything to clean or dress your wounds, or scissors for the stitches. But come back tomorrow, same time. Say, ten?”

“It’s a date,” I teased, and saw her face going that cute shade of deep red that I loved to see. She was fun to embarrass.

“It’s not a date,” she hissed, and I laughed.

“So I guess if I were to suggest we have a repeat of the last time you took care of me?” I trailed off, and she looked like she was going to throw the wine bottle at me.

“That was a mistake. It can never happen again.”

“I dunno, I enjoyed myself. I wouldn’t call it a mistake.”

“Well it was a mistake for me,” she hissed. “Now get out of here before I change my mind.”

“Alright then, sweet cheeks. I’ll see you tomorrow for our sexy date where you change my bandages and take out my stitches.” I flew off before she had a chance to reply. Being the good guy had its perks; Keith certainly didn’t look like he had a medical student taking care of him. And if he did, his definitely wasn’t this hot.