Sniping Her Mafia King
Chapter 16

"I can't believe she pulled a gun on you," Santino was still laughing at Addy. Enrico's laugh echoed their friend's.

"I can't believe she disabled Felix with a couple of smacks," Addy chuckled as he sipped his drink.

They were in an upscale bar in Manhattan where rich people came to buy overpriced cocktails and to be seen. His plan had been to come, have a few drinks and get Arwen Beddoe, the maniac, out of his head for the night. He had already had one angry call from his cousin who had insisted Arwen was pissed she'd had to pull a gun to make him leave her house. He hoped to get drunk and forget the shitty day he'd had.

"Poor Felix. He's back in his room eating ice cream because his throat is so sore."

Addy chuckled at Enrico's words. "She hit him square on. She wasn't holding back either."

"Still going to marry her?" Santino clapped his shoulder with a laugh.

"Marry her, raise kids with her, live happily ever after," he laughed back. "I'll give her some space for a couple of weeks."

"Does she know you're relocating to New York for good?"

"Nope."

"It might change her mind."

"She jumped out of thirty story building because I told her she had be respectful in front of other people. I don't think my residential status is going to be our biggest barrier." Addy laughed again. "I'm calmer now but holy f**k she could have died."

"Hey, isn't he the guy who supplies all the linen for your hotel chains?" Enrico jutted his chin in the direction of the far side of the bar. "Wonder what he's doing here. Think the feds asked him to come here?"

Santino quickly grabbed a server, "that guy over there. Is he a regular?"

"Henry? He sure is. Loves to come in with different arm candy, occasionally he brings the same girl multiple times. He's what we call a silver-fox. He's very handsome for an older man." She looked at Santino with a smirk. Santino chuckled, "I wouldn't know."

"I prefer them younger myself," the server winked at Santino who winked back.

Addy ignored the flirting and eyed the man critically. "At least we know he's not just here because we are."

"Yup."

"Or is he?" Enrico was chuckling as he looked towards the entrance.

The other two men turned their gaze to the door and Addy let out a furious hiss at the blonde woman waving exuberantly in the direction of Henry. He gripped his drink tight in his hand as she beelined for him and then hugged him tight. "They have definitely f****d," Santino threw out, "also, she wasn't bluffing when she said she had a date."

"I'm going to f*****g kill them both." Addy looked away and turned his back to the couple. "What the f**k is she doing with an old fucker like him? How was he not in the list you got me of her past lovers?" He glared at Santino.

The approaching of the couple to take a table near them made his spine stiffen.

"I'm so glad you called today, Henry. I've had a s**t couple of days."

"Arwen, you know I don't like when you swear."

"I'm sorry," her voice was placid and almost sulking. "I will do better."

"Good girl."

Addy looked to Santino who was smiling broadly at him from across the table. "What?"

"He f*****g dominates the hell out of her, and she likes it. I bet she even calls him daddy."

"f**k you," Addy tossed his drink back and waved at the server for another. Clearly Arwen hadn't seen him and the guys in their booth as they took the seats in the booth immediately next to them.

"Do you want to tell me about your day, princess?"

Addy felt his skin crawl with the way the man was talking to Arwen. It was patronizing. He continued to openly eavesdrop and noted both of his friends were listening as attentively if for no other reason than to torment the f**k out of him later. "No. We will just say it was awful and I'm glad it's coming to an end. Why don't you tell me about your day? Did you do anything exciting today?"

"I went to our special shop after you agreed to see me tonight."

"You did?" her clapping her hands excitedly made Addy frown furiously.

"I did, baby girl. You know what I got?"

"Tell me, tell me." Her voice was breathy and excited.

The man's exaggerated whispering made Addy want to smash Henry's face into the tabletop and leave it indented with his features. Arwen's shout of glee made him close his eyes against the raw fury he was feeling.

"Oh Henry, its your favorite!" Arwen gushed loudly.

Enrico leaned over and whispered, "I don't know what he bought but I can't help but wonder if maybe it's not a s*x toy."

Santino roared with laughter and Addy shot him a look which should have withered the man to the spot, but they'd been friends since before they were in school. Both men knew how to push his buttons and they were having far too much fun at his expense. He shrugged under his jacket and felt the tightness around his shoulders stifling. He wanted to throw Arwen over his shoulder and take her home.

"The old fucker needs it in order to keep it up for her," he hissed back. "His d**k is probably only able to function with a blue pill."

The server approaching to drop off Addy's drink made them pause and Addy was listening again as the server moved to the couple to their right and asked if she could get them anything. He wanted to punch Henry's face off when the man ordered for Arwen without asking what she wanted.

"A Manhattan for the lady and a whisky neat for me please."

"You always know just what I need," Arwen's voice was husky and soft.

"I'm going to give you everything you need, want and more, princess. I promise."

Four hands gripped Addy's shoulder and shoved him back into his seat at the older man's blatant s****l innuendo. The men shook their heads warningly at him and he took a long deep breath and then lifted his drink to his mouth and swallowing a large gulp. He let the fire of the bourbon burn his gullet as he meticulously began planning the other man's demise.

"Maybe we should go," Enrico said suddenly no longer laughing as he took in Addy's furious face.

"No. Nobody leaves this f*****g table," he gave them both pointed looks. "As long as she is here, we are here."

"Stalking now?" Santino mocked him as he leaned back and took a sip of his drink. "Sure."

Arwen telling Henry she was just going to go to the powder room made Addy grin and both men groan. His eyes were almost black with unbridled glee. He was going to get his girl back. His smile was predatory as he finished his drink in one gulp slamming the glass back on the table. His friends were both shaking their head at him in complete disagreement with what he was going to do. "No," they said in unison.

"Get rid of him." He pointed to the two of them. "I'm going to go crash a date."

"Stronzo," Santino shook his head as he grimaced and rose from his seat. Enrico tossed the rest of his drink back as he rose.

Addy followed Arwen's shapely a*s in her micro mini dress across the bar towards the toilets. As she pushed the door open another woman came out and Arwen side-stepped to let her pass, causing her to half-turn in his direction. He ducked his head and grinned when she didn't appear to see him.

As the door closed behind her, he stopped the woman just exiting. "I'm looking for my girlfriend. Did you see a brunette in there?"

"No, I was the only one in there and then a blonde just went in. Nobody else in there."

"Damn, I wonder where she went?" He scratched his head and then looked around. The woman walked away, and he gave a wide smirk in Santino's direction as the man took a seat at Henry's table with a deadly expression on his face.

He pushed the door open to the bathroom and then leaned against the door watching the woman at the sink who was staring at her reflection as if in pain. She hadn't immediately noticed him and as she lowered her head away from the mirror, she looked miserable as f**k. He had a momentary pang of regret knowing he had made her this way. Then he remembered she was here to f**k someone else. Not on his watch.

"Not feeling it with Henry tonight?" He watched her spine grow rigid as her eyes came up to meet his in the mirror.

Arwen turned to glare at him furiously, "are you f*****g kidding me? What are you doing here?"

"I'm out with the boys for a few drinks. Imagine my surprise when you show up and kiss the old guy who sells cotton sheets. I know you have daddy issues but maybe they're granddaddy issues. Does he spank you with his cane while you scoot around on his Zimmer cart?" "You're an a*****e."

"I am." He lifted his hands up apologetically. "It's a genetic curse."

"Bullshit. Get out. This is the girl's bathroom."

He grabbed a chair near a little vanity in the room and shoved it under the door handle after locking it in good measure. "You look sad, Arwen. Is Henry not cutting it for you tonight? Worried his old man d**k is going to be too limp for you? I heard him say he had to buy you a present tonight. Did he have to get a dildo so you could get off?"

"No," she shook her head, her eyes glittering furiously, "he bought me a new outfit. Black latex cat suit. He likes to role play and we are in the middle of it." Her eyes were distant as if she was hating her admission.

"You don't seem keen to go try it on. Almost as soon as he told you, you were running to the bathroom to hide and look at yourself sadly in the mirror."

"What the f**k do you want from me?" She moved to slap him, and he caught her wrist just before it connected with his cheek. "Let me go."

"No."

"Admit it, you were going to f**k him to get me out of your head but now you're here with him, you know you can't go through with it. You want a man younger and more robust." He pulled her closer to him his hand sliding down her bare arm. His other hand clenching her hip.

"f**k you."

"I'll let you. You only need to admit it's what you want. You want my c**k, not his."

"You're an a*****e."

"We've already established I agree with you."

She gave an impatient shriek as she struggled in his strong arms.

He knew she wasn't really struggling. With the way he'd seen her fight, she could easily go round for round with him. The way her chest rose and fell he could tell she was excited by his chase.

"This is a hell of a dress." He looked straight down her cleavage of the black patent minidress. "Did you have to lube up to put it on?"

"Maybe," she huffed as she felt the strain of his erection against his fly where he kept her pinned to him. She couldn't look away from the way his eyes traveled her body, and he knew it. He felt cocky as hell as he knew she was as aroused as he was.

He ran his hand from her hip to her breast and squeezed the mound beside him. "I don't like the idea of him putting his c**k in you."

"You declined to f**k me. I need to get laid." She whispered

"Need?"

"Desperately so. He'll have to do short notice."

"You want to f**k?"

She nodded as if it hurt to admit.

He whispered in her ear. "I can f**k you. Just say the word." He watched the wheels spin in her head, looking to the door as if dreading going back out there. "You just want a f**k?" "That's it, that's all."

"I will f**k you, right here, right now." He watched her contemplate her options before giving in.

"Please."

He barely heard the word from the quiet of the whisper. She was in desperate need of release. He wanted to be the one giving it to her. He let go of her hand and let his hand skim down to the hemline of her skirt where is just cupped her a*s, "oh cara, you're not wearing underwear?"

She shook her head as she held his gaze.

"You pulled a gun on me today." He clicked his tongue. "Naughty girl." She sucked in a breath as his fingers slid under her a*s to touch her bare skin. "You need to be punished for what you did."

"Punish me," she begged suddenly.

He spun her hard and fast, yanked her dress up and forced her to sit bare a*s on the chair. He tore the top two buttons of his shirt open and yanked his tie down. He got on his knees and forced her legs apart. "You don't c*m. You don't make a noise. You don't get to talk. You don't whimper. You don't cry. You don't cum." He repeated the command. "Capisce?"

When she nodded her entire body shivering at his rough treatment, he drew his tongue straight up her middle and she whimpered with his touch. He slapped her thigh in a warning. She shivered at his tap.

"Hands on the chair. Don't touch me," he warned when she reached for his shoulders. His breath was hot on her p***y just before he slid his tongue along her again.

She bit back another moan and he slapped her thigh again, this time harder, knowing his handprint was on her athletic muscles. It was if she made noise just to get the slaps. Her legs fell further apart, and he nuzzled her core. He swirled his tongue inside her, tasting the tangy sweetness of her and almost groaning himself as she grew increasingly wet with his actions. His tongue f****d her sliding inside her slick entrance as he sucked deep on the juice falling to his tongue. He added a finger, and she lifted her a*s off the chair as if begging for more. He sucked on her clit while his fingers curled inside her, pumping and thrumming her core while she trembled silently against his punishment. He could feel her walls tightening around him and he slapped her thigh again. She'd have bright red thighs at this rate. His d**k hardened with it.

Outside, a patron of the bar turned the door handle replaceing it locked and then knocked on the door. Arwen responded by bouncing her head against the door in frustration. He loved she was turned on with the risk of getting caught. His dangerous little bird. She could fly. He had watched her do it the night before. Now he was going to set her free.

"You don't f*****g cum." Now two fingers were inside her and he f****d her with his fingers mercilessly while his lips and tongue tormented her sensitive nub. When his free hand reached up and squeezed her n*****s she gasped, and he pulled away, standing to tap her face. At her disappointed glance he shook his finger and his head in a reprimand. He took his jacket off and tossed it aside. "You don't know how to listen, Arwen." He chided softly. "I said to keep quiet. Get up."

She stood up, wetness coating the inside of her thighs and he knew the same wetness was all over his jaw and chin. She was soaked and his c**k twitched for it. When he undid his belt, she moaned. He pulled it completely off his pants. "Hands behind your back." She turned and did as he instructed silently. He made a figure eight with the belt to hold her arms behind her and then he pushed her towards the counter. She bent forward as he hiked her skirt up past her hips now to her waist. "I've been thinking of this a*s since you showed it to me last night climbing on my balcony," he slapped it, watching the red imprint of his hand rise immediately, "oh cara, your skin is so sensitive to my touch." He bent and kissed the spot before rubbing it softly with his hand. "I'm going to love putting my mark on you. For now, though, you are in trouble with me. You pulled a gun on me. Me. The only man you want to f**k. Say it Arwen. Who is you want f*****g you? Do you want Henry in here or do you want me?" She held his gaze in the mirror in front of them.

"Speak Arwen. Whose c**k do you want?"

"Yours," she admitted, not breaking eye contact from him in their reflection.

"Good girl. Now keep your mouth shut. I'm going to f**k you hard, and you're not allowed to c*m until I say so. Nod if you understand." She nodded. "Remember your word?" She nodded again. "Good. If it hurts, you know what to say." He kicked her legs open. The crinkle of foil being torn open had her shuddering. Someone knocked on the door. He hollered out, "f**k off!"

Without warning he shoved into her hard. There was nothing gentle. No mercy. No foreplay beyond the few minutes on the chair. He simply began pounding into her, holding her arms behind her back as he f****d her, all the while never breaking eye contact with her in the mirror.

When she started to look away, he knew she was close, and he reached with his hand and yanked her hair forcing her to meet his eyes in the mirror. "Don't you f*****g dare," he cursed quietly at her as he continued to slam in and out of her, yanking her arms painfully. "Look at me Arwen. You don't f*****g c*m until I say you can cum." His words were hushed but there was no doubting the sincerity in his voice. He was in command of her. She reveled in it and he could see it.

She bit her lip and flicked her eyes back to his as commanded. He slapped her a*s hard, and he knew she was struggling to keep from spiraling out of control. Her hair was slipping out of the braid it was in, little sweaty wet tendrils curling around her forehead and cheeks as he continued battering her p***y with his c**k. Her cheeks were pink and flushed, her dimples deep in her cheeks as she sucked the inside of her mouth as she struggled to maintain control as his d**k stroked her sensitive spot inside. She was making him crazy. "Whose c**k do you want Arwen? Say it now. Say my name, cara"

"Yours, Addy. Just yours." The look on her face at her admission made him feel slightly guilty for making her feel sad about them.

"Good girl. I'm getting close." He dragged her wetness up over her a*s and shoved his thumb into her anus. She trembled violently at the harsh intrusion, and he knew he was doing everything she loved, and she was barely in control. Her beautiful blue eyes were glassy, and her blinks were becoming longer and longer. The smell of s*x floated around them, sweaty and hot. Squelching from the amount of liquid weeping from her body echoed around them punctuated with his grunts as he filled her tight hole with his thick c**k. He hadn't let her see it. Had only filled her up brusquely from behind and he knew she'd feel all of this fullness for days. One day soon he'd let her suck his c**k. For now, she wasn't going to see it. Just feel it.

He was close. "c*m Arwen. c*m now." As she let herself go, he had to hold her upright. The tightness of her squeezed at him as her legs collapsed from the intensity of her o****m. Silently she fell backwards against him as he continued to push in and out of her while her body excreted liquid until it ran down her legs and all over the inside of his pulled down trousers. She shuddered and quivered as he almost lifted her off the floor with his thrusting and then he was there and he bit down hard on her shoulder as he came, his body stiff and taut as she squeezed him tight inside. They stood staring at each other in the mirror panting heavily as they floated back down off their cloud.

He turned her head and kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue along hers and she kissed him back hungrily. He undid the belt holding her wrists captive as he continued kissing her gently and sweetly. "Mia cara, you are so f*****g beautiful. Look at you all undone for me." He slipped his hand between her legs and captured the wetness still spilling from her. "So, f*****g wet." He stuck his fingers into her mouth forcing her to taste herself and then his tongue joined hers. She moaned against his tongue, and he swallowed her cries. It was all filthy and dirty, and he couldn't get enough. He slowly extricated himself from her and with his back to her removed the condom, throwing it into the garbage bin. He fixed his clothes and then turned back to her after putting his belt back into place and shrugging into his jacket. He noted her legs must still be shaky as she leaned against the wall silently watching him through guarded eyes. He grabbed paper towel from the dispenser and then wet it.

This might not have been how she thought her night was going to go, but she was his now. She knew it. He knew it. Whether she liked the rules or not. He moved to her, kneeling between her legs and gently wiped her clean before gingerly lowering her dress back down over her a*s. He naughtily shoved a finger back up inside her and she jumped at the intrusion. He sucked his finger dry and then kissed her mouth again. "Go home."

She blinked at his words. "What?"

"Go home."

"Go home?"

He knew she had thought he was going to take her back to his hotel and finish this.

"Yes. Go home." He cupped her p***y under the dress. "If you so much as touch yourself your punishment will be worse." "Punishment?"

"Your punishment Arwen. Did you think you could pull a gun on me, in front of my men, and not be punished?" She appeared confused and he clicked his tongue. "My love, did you think this was your punishment? A f**k in a bathroom? No, this was me telling you, teaching you, the only c**k you will ever want in you again is mine. Your punishment is, you get to go home and wait for me to come to you. You thought you were going to be able to get another to give you what only I can? Uh-uh, cara. Go home. Wait for me to come fill you up. Do not touch yourself. I will know. I will be there soon."

He leaned forward and kissed her mouth again before turning from her and yanking the chair away from the door. He unlocked it and then stepped out, leaving her standing in the bathroom confused.

He found Santino and Enrico at the bar. They both shook their heads at him.

Santino grinned, "I just paid the bar manager a grand for you violating her bathroom."

"What? Do you want me to e-transfer it to you?" he laughed at his friend. "Henry?"

"He decided he had a headache and needed to go home. We told him we'd pay him a visit later to make sure his illness wasn't being assisted by a pretty blonde."

"Good," he waved at the bartender for another drink.

"You're not taking the girl and leaving?" Santino said in confusion.

"No. Not yet. I'm going to have a drink. I will go to her later when I want."

The two men chuckled. "She's not going to like that."

"Tough. She thought she could go for geriatric c**k, and I'd be okay with it? Sometimes lessons are in order."

He kept his eyes on the door to the hallway of the bathroom and waited for her to come out and walk past him. When after ten minutes she didn't pass by he shook his head. "Little bitch." He stalked back to the bathroom and found she was nowhere to be seen. She had snuck out another way. He gave a chuckle. She was enjoying the chase as much as he was. Good. He was going to give her the thrill of a lifetime.