The Mobster's Whore Ch. 07

"I'll give you a second to talk," Mona mumbles, then hurries out of the office to give my husband and I the space we need.

Edward holds me for a little while longer after she's left, then pulls back a bit to look down at me, his eyes warm with affection.

"I've really missed you, sweetheart."

I smile at him, my heart pounding in my chest at the possessive glint in his eyes.

"I've missed you too. It's been a long six months without you," I whisper, and he smiles at me in return, pleased at my admission.

"Is everything going according to plan?"

I nod, keeping my gaze locked with his. "He trusts me, to an extent. I have access to some of his most confidential information, and I know how to navigate through the new security measures he put in place."

"Yes, Mona told me about all of that. Fortunately, I was able to prepare well in advance so we could meet in private," he says. "I was going to just leave, but the thought of not seeing your lovely face was entirely too depressing. And I needed to see how you were holding up with everything you've had to endure."

He traces the large hickey on my collarbone, his eyes narrowing with anger at the bruise on my skin. Memories of Aldine's mouth on my neck flash through my mind and I reach up to cover the bruise with my hand.

"I'm fine, Edward, I promise. I'm just glad you're here now."

But he ignores me, pushing my hand away. "Did he do this to you?"

The last thing I wanted now was for Edward to get pissed off and start asking Mona questions about what Aldine and I actually got up to.

I didn't want him to know that side of me. I didn't want him to know how different I was with Aldine. Feral, insatiable, free...

Things I couldn't be with him.

Working this job had loosened me up in more ways than one, and I'd had to strip away my rigid inhibitions and give in to what my body wanted.

What it needed, in Aldine's case.

"Has he been hurting you? I should have never-"

"I'm fine, Edward. It's okay. It's just the one bruise."

That last part was a lie.

I had hickeys all over my body. Bruises from Aldine's rough handling adorned my skin. I liked them, but I knew Edward would probably lose his shit if he saw them.

I try for a smirk, and pull it off. My hands reach for the lapels of his jacket, and I run my fingers over the fine material, eyes widening with feigned curiosity.

"Are you jealous, darling?"

"Of course I'm jealous! Do you think this is easy for me?" he snaps, dropping his hands to his sides. "You're

wife, after all. You're mine. The idea of anyone else touching you drives me insane."

He shakes his head, getting his temper under control before he takes my hands in his.

"This will be over soon. Then you'll head back home to take care of things while I stay here and get settled."

I nod, familiar with the plan. He leans in closer, kissing each hand softly, his eyes warming with affection and love.

"I know you've probably had to do things you're uncomfortable with, but I need your help tonight. You have to keep him busy for me while I make a few arrangements."

"What arrangements? I thought we'd already discussed what would happen after your arrival."

I was nervous, because I wasn't sure I could look at Aldine and not immediately betray myself to him. He had this way of looking at me that made me want to bare myself to him. Or maybe, there was a part of me that genuinely wanted to tell him the truth.

Edward leans in closer to kiss the bridge of my nose, then my forehead. His pale blue eyes have that familiar spark of excitement, and I just know he's about to tell me something I'm not going to like. I frowned at that, and he smiled softly at me, as if trying to ease my concerns.

"I had to... adjust a few things. I won't bore you with the details now, since it won't change anything you have to do. Which is a good thing, since I don't want you around Aldine longer than necessary."

There's a tinge of jealousy and anger there, both emotions evident on his face for a bit before he schools his features.

"I don't want him near you after tonight. Even now, I'm anxious to get you as far away from him as possible, but you stalling him is very important," he explains.

I didn't understand why he was so upset, since this whole thing had been his idea to begin with. I hadn't wanted to be a part of it, but Edward had reminded me, very kindly, that I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. So I'd been forced to go along with it.

Mona was one of Edward's many spies, and had 'hired' me to work here, giving me clients that she knew I could handle, at Edward's insistence. The plan had been to infiltrate Aldine's security using my hacking skills, so Edward would have access to everything. Things had been going fairly well until the night Mona offered me up to Aldine on a silver platter, making the plan easier and harder all at once.

I needed to stay anonymous, unimportant, so that I could work without anyone paying me much attention. But after Aldine took an interest in me, I had to tell him about the breach in his security. It had been the only thing to come to mind at the time, and I was lucky to have escaped his wrath that night.

Who would've guessed that he'd end up trusting me enough to help set up an entirely new security system? And nobody could've predicted his sudden, unpredictable interest in me.

It might be fake, for all I knew. Maybe Aldine knew exactly who I was and what I was doing. Maybe he knew all about Edward and his plan too.

But there was absolutely no way he could fake that heat in his eyes, the lustful glare he fixed me with whenever I was in his presence. He couldn't fake the way he reacted to my touch, my body, my scent. He was just as addicted to me as I was to him, and I couldn't bear for Edward to find out just how intense our attraction was to each other.

It would ruin everything.

"I understand. I'll do whatever I can to keep him busy tonight," I agree, earning a wide grin from my husband.

He kisses me on the lips this time, his hands dropping mine to circle my waist and pull me closer towards him. I respond as expected, though this doesn't come close to the hot, passionate kisses I shared with Mr. Aldine.

Edward pulls away, spares me one last affectionate peck before he releases me entirely.

"Good. Mona will come up to your apartment in the morning to get you for your flight. Make sure you're ready by five, so you'll be wheels up before eight."

He turns away then, his large, powerful body moving quietly. Edward stops with his hand on the door, then turns back to look at me.

"Don't forget who you belong to, love."

He stares at me for a very long time, his pale blue eyes glaring into the depths of my soul, seeing past my defences and the lies.

"You are mine. Nobody else's."

I nod, the familiar feelings rushing back at his words at the same time that my gut clenches at the silent threat in his eyes. I blink a few times, force a small smile and respond with the only words Edward wants to hear.

"I am yours."

***

After he leaves, Mona comes back into the office to unpack the rest of my cash. She hands it to me in a bag with a neutral expression, and I mumble a thank you before leaving her office.

I'm grateful it's still relatively early. None of the girls are around and the guards on duty don't even look twice at me as I hurry to the elevator.

I push the loose strands of hair behind my ear, trying my best to get a hold of myself before pushing the button to call the elevator down. I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't even notice Hunter until he places a hand on my shoulder.

I flinch, and take an alarmed step away from him, eyes wide with sudden fear and apprehension. He frowns at me in concern, but doesn't say anything until we're both in the elevator.

"Are you... okay?"

I close my eyes, and wipe my sweaty palms on my sweats, inhaling deeply in an effort to get my emotions in order.

"Y-Yes... I'm fine."

But I'm not.

I feel the dread clutching at my gut just as my ears begin to ring, low at first, until it's literally all I can hear. My grip on the bag tightens, until the material crunches up in my hand.

I can no longer draw breath, no longer control the frantic pounding of my heart in my chest. My knees soon give way beneath me, and I almost collapse onto the floor of the elevator, but I'm caught by thick, muscular arms.

Hunter carefully holds me up, turning me so I'm looking at him. His green eyes stare at me with worry now, and he presses a large hand to my face even as his mouth moves.

Maybe he's speaking to me, I'm not sure.

I look away, blink, then refocus on trying to breathe.

Hunter, in his impatience, grabs both of my shoulders and shakes me furiously, until my teeth rattle and my brain is mush. But somehow, it works.

I inhale sharply, brought back to reality so harshly that it makes my stomach churn. I stand on unsteady legs, and push the button for my floor in a panic. I am fortunate to have the doors open a few seconds later, and I tear myself away from Hunter in a hurry to get to my apartment. I run to my door as fast as my legs will allow, bursting through with a hand over my mouth.

I run to the bathroom, and bend over the toilet just in time to empty the contents of my stomach.

I kneel on the floor for a few minutes, failing to fight off the nausea. It is only when my stomach has nothing to give that I lower the lid and flush. I stand on wobbly legs and freshen up as best I can with trembling hands and mild dizziness.

Hunter stands in the doorway, watching me curiously. He blinks down at me when I turn towards the door, but he doesn't say anything. He just steps aside to let me pass, then follows me out of the bathroom. I throw myself onto the couch, and bury my face in my hands.

"That answers my first question."

I ignore him.

Hunter walks towards me, pauses, then takes a seat beside me. I don't need to look at him to know that he's uncomfortable being this close to me. He reaches out, tentatively, to rub my back in awkward circles.

"Should I get Aldine-"

"No."

Silence.

Then, "You're not pregnant, are you?"

I freeze, then shake my head. "No. It was just an anxiety attack, I think."

He lets out a relieved breath, his hand moving more soothingly. It works, somehow, and I calm down in time. He removes his hand when I raise my head, and I push the hair away from my face.

"I'm assuming this has something to do with your past?" he asks, his tone betraying nothing.

My head snaps in his direction, and I blink up at him with fear, shocked that he knew about my past and the meeting with Edward. Maybe he-

"You're nervous about telling Aldine?" he offers, and the relief that rushes through me is enough to take my breath away.

"Yeah, I guess I am..."

Hunter is quiet for a bit, and I look away from his scrutinising glare, guilt eating me up on the inside.

"If it helps, I'm sure that whatever it is, he'll probably understand."

"Do you think so?" I ask suddenly, my eyes wide and teary with hope.

He rolls his eyes and moves away from me when he realises I'm about to start crying in front of him.

"Probably. It's actually gross how infatuated he is with you. I never thought he'd ever feel... anything."

The guilt in my gut grows, until I can barely speak.

"You have a choice to make here, Avery. What did you do that's so terrible you can't tell him? There's nothing on this planet that man hasn't done, so it's not like he has the moral high ground on anything. The longer you put this off-"

"I know," I sob, wiping at my cheeks. "But I'm scared, Hunter. This wasn't supposed to happen-"

I freeze when I remember who I'm talking to, and I take a slow, deep breath, fighting off the tears.

"It's fine. I'll tell him tonight, when I see him. He'll be here, won't he?"

Hunter nods. "There's a lot of work he needs to tackle, now that the feds are backing off."

"What?" I whisper, staring up at him in an effort to read his mind, but Hunter is a master at making his thoughts.

He smiles, but the gesture is a little twisted, and stands up with the ease of a man much, much smaller than his size.

"Just remember, you always have a choice. Whether you make the right one, is entirely up to you. Just remember I have several bullets with your name on them if you ever step out of line," he says, in a bone-chilling, sing-song voice.

With that, he leaves the apartment, closing the door firmly shut behind him.

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It's well past eight when we make it back, and the first thing I do is seek out Avery in her apartment. I missed her, I realised, and I wanted desperately to see her.

My relationship with women had always revolved around sex, not that this one was any different. I didn't have it in me to give them more than that. I didn't want to.

I was twisted and ugly on the inside.

Any time I dared show a fraction of how messed up I was, it either frightened them to death or they tried to 'fix' me. But I wasn't broken.

I was fine with the person I was. I didn't want to change, and Avery understood that. We shared the same characteristics, embraced the darkness that flowed through us with every beat of our hearts.

But she was also so different.

Her vulnerability, her relative innocence, made me want to protect her. I enjoyed her presence and wanted to spend my free time with her.

Disgusting, I know...

I enter without knocking, having become accustomed to just walking into her space without her even knowing.

I am disappointed to find it vacant, and after I realise she isn't home, I'm immediately pissed off and make my way upstairs.

Where she's waiting for me...

I have to assume Hunter let her in, since it looks as if she hasn't been here long. She's wearing a very short, strappy, blue dress and a pair of dangerously high heels.

She's made more effort with her makeup than usual, with the mascara, the eyeliner and bold red lip.

I let my gaze roam over her appreciatively before placing my guns, laptop, phone and coat on a small table by the door. Hunter had agreed to leave me alone until tomorrow morning, so I wouldn't need my phone until then. Besides, he could just come up to the penthouse if there was an emergency.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, pet?" I ask her, shrugging out of my jacket and tossing it on top of my things.

"I needed to see you. I haven't really been having the best day," she admits, her voice flat. The air around her was less vibrant, her eyes didn't spark with mischief or hunger at the sight of me.

She seemed tired, drained, as if she had been thinking a lot.

"Is there anything I can do to help make you feel better?"

Of course, my cock is already hard at the sight of her. So the second she begins walking towards me, steps hurried and eager, it turns to granite.

I am delightfully surprised when she falls to her knees in front of me, her slender fingers loosening my belt and lowering zip to pull my erection from my briefs.

I have to spread my legs a little wider to maintain my balance when she swallows the head whole without warning, and an elated groan escapes my lips when she grabs at my balls.

Last time, she wasn't very well acquainted with my cock, so she'd taken her time getting to know what I liked and how I liked it. Now, though, she just takes inch after inch of my length into her mouth until I'm pushing into her throat.

I throw my head back in contentment, and pull hers closer as my hips begin to thrust forward involuntarily, needing more.

Warm fingers massage my balls and rub against my taint. Avery swallows around me, moaning deep in her throat, which nearly brings me to my knees. I growl and dig my fingers into her scalp.

She's doing so much already that it would be a crime to stop her, especially since I'm so, so close to shooting my cum down her throat. She works for it, bobbing her head back and forth. Her plump, red lips sliding along my cock, a sight now burned into the deepest recesses of my brain.

I angle her head just right, and grab hold of her hair. She grunts around my girth, and I hiss out a breath when she chokes. By now, I'm panting, my groans long and deep in my throat.

I disregard her need to draw breath the closer I got to my release, and in seconds, I'm thrusting into her throat with abandon, fucking her face like a pussy.

She gags, chokes and sputters, her fingers still working my balls and taint, matching my rhythm effortlessly.

I erupt down her throat with a string of curses, spilling my seed into her ravenous mouth, and Avery swallows everything I give her without wasting a single drop.

A full minute later, I pull out with a satisfied sigh. I stare down at her for a while, brows knitted together in wonder.

"What brought this on?"

"I've been wanting to do that for a while now," she says, wiping at her chin with her hand. Some of her lipstick is smeared on the side of her face, and her eyes are glistening with tears from the lack of oxygen.

Beautiful.

"And I really enjoy pleasing you," she adds, lifting up on her knees, her hands clutching at my thighs.

Oh, fuck.

I am not a man who often gives into temptation. I mean, sure, I'll murder the occasional person and accept a cock sucking every now and then, but mostly, I could control myself.

But right now? Looking down at this gorgeous woman kneeling in front of me, with those enormous eyes and fuckable mouth, I wouldn't have been able to deny her even if I wanted to.

I gather her hair in a tight hold at the crown of her head, and without another word, I pull on her dark curls, dragging her with me as I make my way further into the apartment. She follows awkwardly, half-crawling, half-stumbling, trying very hard to keep up with my pace.

I've never had a woman in any of my bedrooms before. I didn't want their scent in my sheets, or their hair on my carpets. But it seemed apropos to bring Avery here tonight.

I push open the door, and step inside the spacious room, pulling Avery towards the black and gold, king-sized centrepiece. I drag her towards the dark blue, backless bench at the foot of the bed, and kneel her onto it so her top half is on the bed before releasing her.

"Do not move."

I let my hand run up her thigh, under her dress, hooking my fingers around her black panties and tearing them off her. I wonder why she still bothered to wear these, seeing as I just tore them off her anyway. But maybe she liked that...

I watch the lace bite into her skin before it rips at the hip and I gather the scraps in my hand, holding it so the crotch is on my palm, and bring the damp cotton to my face, inhaling as deeply as my lungs will allow. Something about the way her cunt smelled when she was turned on made me salivate, and I wanted desperately to bury my face in her pussy to eat her out again.

I ball up the panties and shove them into her mouth. Deep enough that she can't spit them out, but not so much that she can't breathe. The slight widening of her eyes is the only reaction I get from her. I loosen the tie around my neck and bind her hands at the small of her back.

Avery pulls at them for a bit, testing to see whether she can break free, but to no avail. She moans quietly in defeat, her body relaxing into the soft mattress.

I knelt on the floor behind her, my eyes eating up the sight of her ass and her pussy this close to my face. I lick my lips, eager to get started on her cunt and tap the inside of her thighs in a silent command for her to spread her legs.

She responds immediately and I open my mouth, breathing hot air onto her slit while eyeing the puckered hole above it with greed. I hold her open with my hands, then run my long, thick tongue from her clit, all the way past her slit, to that untouched hole.