Forget-Me-Not Bombshell (Mafia Wars, #5)

by Caroline Peckham

I’d replace the memory of that pain he’d inflicted upon her with so much pleasure that she’d be coming apart at the seams from it.

I planned on worshipping her body with everything but my dick, learning every inch of it and finding out all the ways she best liked to come for me as many times as I could convince her to let me. As much and as often as I could, I’d make her fall apart for me until it was enough, until she forgot that hatred she felt and the need for me outweighed it. Until she begged me to use my cock as well as my hands and mouth to destroy her and I could see in those deep, dark eyes of hers that she desired that more than anything.

“Hit me if it makes you feel something,”

“I won’t stop you. I won’t hit you back.” “Why?”

“Maybe I want to feel some...

“I’m your chains, Cash. Danny might own you, but I’m the one thing stopping you from escaping. I’m the metal links locking you to this place, to your fate. And I’m never letting you go.”

“Do you love your boss, Church?”

“And are you loyal to him?”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’d go to hell for that man, walk right through the fiery gates and let the Devil ram a hot poker straight through my blackened heart.”

“So tell me…” She tugged the t-shirt dress off and tossed it aside, standing there in nothing but those little lacy black knickers with her nipples like diamond points and her chest heaving with lust. “Why did you fuck his wife?”

see life in your eyes and taste freedom on your lips. So make sure I feel it when you fuck me. I’m not some English rose you need to be careful with. I was born in fire and hellstone and I want every piece of you when you claim me.”

“I’ve never been religious, but I think I just found a Church I want to pay service to over and over again,”

I turned the knife in my grip, returning the blade to her skin and trailing it over her exposed body, watching the way she shivered beneath me as the

threat of the cut hung in the space between this moment and the next.

“Now you can take yourself to my bedroom and fuck your own hand while thinking about a man who ain’t your husband. When you’re done, find yourself some trousers and get back out here sharpish because we’ve got our orders and they need to be followed.”

She left the door ajar as she went and I found myself staring at the small gap, my hands fisting at my sides as she moved onto my bed out of sight.

I’d been aiming to torture a Volkov in payment for what her brother had done to me. But I’d found myself at the mercy of her bloodline once again as she turned the tables on me and made me fucking burn for her.

“It’s like the crack of dawn in here,” Dylan whispered to me. “Cocks everywhere. If you ever need a break from the testosterone, you’re always welcome at my place, honey. I’ve got the testosterone levels of a My Little Pony, it’s a safe space, I swear it.”

“It’s funny, isn’t it? The years tick by but all it takes is the right scent, the right song, or a silly little crown to bring them back to you.”

The Butcher King bows for no one, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He dropped to his

knees and my hand lowered with him, keeping the poker under his chin as I absorbed his words.

“Hurt me, bombshell,” he commanded, his voice dropping an octave. “Take your pound of flesh from me.”

I took the candle from between my teeth, twisting it in my grip until the rounded base of it was against my soaking core.

I slid the candle inside me, never breaking his gaze as I fucked myself with the item that was causing him pain, showing him how much I loved making him hurt, how much I wanted to punish him with every piece of me. But how much he turned me on too.

“I always liked danger, Church,” I purred. “What would life be without it?”

A few of them got mouthy with me but I just pulled the gun from the back of my jeans and waved it around a little to make them scarper. Anya laughed at my brazenness and I shoved her through the door, kissing her hard and vaguely pointing the weapon at the women who were reapplying lipstick and taking selfies in the mirror until they all fucked off too. “Jesus, Church,” Anya gasped against my lips and I couldn’t help but grin at the way she said my name, like I owned some piece of her and she wasn’t ever gonna try and take it away.

By way of further explanation, I lifted the fingers which had just been deep inside her and pressed them to his lips. “You want a taste?” I challenged and his eyes widened in surprise for the briefest of moments before he opened his mouth and took my fingers into it, sucking hard to taste her as Anya stared on in a mixture of surprise and what was undoubtably lust. “I think your pussy is my favourite flavour, bombshell,” he growled as he released my fingers. “I’m gonna have to eat it more often.”

“He’s just gonna watch, isn’t that right, Butch?” I glanced over my shoulder at him as his jaw gritted before he nodded and put his gun away again. “Yeah bombshell, I’m gonna fucking watch.”

“Make him shut up, beautiful,” I begged. “Show him who’s really in charge in this little party.”

“He needs to remember where the real power lies,” I said and the wicked thrill that sparkled in her eyes said she agreed with that wholeheartedly.

Benny arched a brow in surprise as Anya turned back to him and I pushed her head down a little more so that she could take him into her mouth. “Fucking hell,” Benny growled as she started sucking on his dick and I couldn’t help but groan at how fucking hot that was as I began to up my pace once more.

Fuck, it had been something else having these two villains dominate me like that, and it had been so goddamn hot to watch the lust in Danny’s eyes as Church fucked me to ecstasy.

“Your touch makes me feel like I could die in your hands. But it would be the most beautiful death in the world.”

“What were you thinking about anyway?”

“I was thinking that I’d enjoy you walking those sexy fucking shoes down the length of my spine when

we get home later, if you’re up for inflicting pain on your undeserving wretch of a husband tonight.”

“You’re the king of this world,” she murmured. “The best I can ever be is a pretty queen to hang from your arm. A Russian trophy you took for a peace deal. I could have been anyone and you still would have had to have me.”

“That’s true,” I admitted and she stiffened a little, but I didn’t relax my hold. “You could have been anyone. But you’re not just anyone, Anya, are you? You’re a force of fucking nature. And I don’t think you would ever be satisfied as some pretty queen to hang from my arm.”

“What am I then?” she asked, looking up at me like she hoped I truly had an answer for that as we approached the door to The Czar’s box. “You, Anya Butcher, are the fire that burns in my chest every time I look at you. You’re the passion which opens my eyes every time I want to blinker myself from the truth. You’re the breath of fresh air in my lungs which shook up a life which was always g...

“So what are you now?” she asked, the two of us falling still as she turned to look up at me and my other hand moved to take a possessive hold of her jaw, my thumb tracing the full curve of her lips. ...

“You’re my temptation, Anya Butcher. Sent to torture me ever more.”

“All warriors have scars, bombshell,” I said roughly, leaning down to speak into her ear as I shifted to kneel with one of my legs between her thighs. “There’s true beauty in that.”

The sound of the oven timer interrupted our moment of bliss and Anya looked up in confusion. “What’s cooking?” she asked sleepily.

“Your chips,” I replied, knocking my knuckles against her jaw gently. “Why would you cook chips?” she frowned. “Well you wouldn’t wanna eat them frozen would ya?” “She thinks you mean crisps, idiot,” Frank muttered, punching me in the bicep way harder than was necessary. “Why the fuck would I cook crisps?” I asked and Anya groaned. “You made me fries didn’t you?” she asked. “Fries, chips, whatever the fuck you wanna call them, they’re ready. So are we eating or what? I for one have worked up one hell of an appetite.” Anya looked ready to protest further but then she just shrugged. “Yeah, fuck it, I could eat some fries.” “Good.” I lifted her from my lap and deposited her in Frank’s, grabbing my clothes from the floor as I

“I am the boss, mark my words, love. When I crow at dawn, the world stirs to life because they sense their true king is fuckin’ home.” “I always knew you were a cock.”

“No fucking my wife during business meetings,” Benny announced. “I left the business meeting,” I said with a shrug. “I’m off duty.”

“But so help him, if he lays a single fucking finger on you, wife,” Benny growled in my ear. “I’ll come in swinging like an executioner and cut his head from his shoulders before mounting it at my gates.”

“The Czar is gone and it’s time for us to fuck off too. I dunno who told the rest of those pricks to yell Interpol so fucking much, but I think every arsehole in a ten mile vicinity got the damn message. What did they think this was, a game of Marco Inter-Polo or some shit?”

“What the fuck are these lock picker knickers? How do I get in?”

“I do beg your pardon,” the old man said in shock. “Pardon permitted,” Church said, tipping an imaginary hat to him and sliding an arm around my shoulders, guiding me from the shop.