1930s Chicago. Notorious gangster Tom "Tommy Gun" Holland has been storming his way through Cook County, robbing banks and breaking hearts. One day you find yourself in the wrong place, at the wrong time when he makes a hit on your bank. There's...
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"Are you going to take me home, Tommy?" you asked from the back seat. You were finally going to change out of your red dress.
Tommy watched you in the mirror, his eyes flitted quickly back and forth from the road to you, as you slowly and deliberately undressed. At one point his eyes remained on you a little longer than they should, and you heard a loud curse and the car swerve as Tommy righted your ride back on the road. Guess it's hard to concentrate on drivin' when you got a bona fide goddess in the back seat.
"Do you wanna go home, doll?" Tommy asked, throwing a randy glance your way.
"No," you stated with a little tilt of your head. You slipped the dress off your shoulders and worked on wiggling out of it in the tight space.
"Where do you want to go then?" Tommy asked with a lick of his lips. His eyebrows were raised in question.
"Wherever you're going, Handsome," you smirked.
"Aren't your bags of clothes still in the boot?" he asked with a sly smile as you carefully folded your dress and set it next to you. You lifted your eyes to his in the mirror and gave a little shrug of your shoulder. The strap of your slip slid down in an invitation.
"Oops," you smiled.
Tommy's face broke out into a grin and he made a sharp turn off the road, wheels spinning up dust. He sped up for a mile or so, yanking his tie off as he went. Your undergarments made their way off during that time, as did your slip. His eyes grew wide with a rascally glint when he saw you were completely naked. He skidded to an abrupt stop and crawled over the seats with ferocious determination. His lips were on you immediately, devouring you with undeniable want. Your hands pulled him closer, desperate to be rid of his clothes.
"Careful," he murmured when you tore at his shirt. He didn't have a change of clothes in the trunk.
"You don't strike me as the careful type, Tommy," you whispered then leaned in to nip and suck on his neck. He moaned at that. Looks like you found a special something there. You moved your mouth along his jawline, stopping right where it was the sharpest and bit. He gave a guttural groan and pressed himself against you. What was that about a snake charmer again?
You maneuvered him into a seated position and climbed on top. He fumbled to get his pants unfastened while you went to town on his neck again. That seemed to drive him wild and made the haste to get that viper out all the more dire. You clawed at him in an attempt to lend a hand.
"Darling, watch your nails," Tommy said with a hiss. He shoved your hands away and released himself from his trousers.
"What? These nails?" you asked innocently and dragged your nails down his bare torso. You got a good look too. He was as fit as a fiddle. Is this the kind of physique one gets from robbing banks? Must be from lifting that iron and lugging those big bags of money.
Tommy winced at your nails and flashed you a heated look. Oh boy, you were in trouble!
"Do that again and you'll be riding home in a meat wagon," he growled. You didn't believe him.
"I'm so scared," you smirked and grabbed his throbbing member with your fist. He jerked and smashed his lips against yours. You steered his serpent to your entrance and shoved yourself down on him. He bit your lip hard and you yelped. The metallic, bitter taste of blood trickled across your tongue. You licked your lips and laughed at him. He grinned with a devilish delight and smacked your behind with more strength than expected. You gasped and shuddered at the pain. There was a fleeting look that passed across his maddening eyes. He thought he took it too far, that maybe you weren't as tough a woman as he hoped. You soon squashed that.
"Is that all you got, Handsome?" you moaned as you kissed him again. The taste of his saliva and your blood sent a reckless desire through your veins. He seemed to relish it just as much. You picked up the pace, riding him harder than the latest Cadillac off the assembly line.
Tommy had no problem keeping up. He thrust against you with each bang of your hips. His mouth moved to your nipple and clamped down hard. You gasped again and slapped him across the cheek. He shook his head as if in a daze. He seemed to be testing your limits. Maybe you weren't one for schooling, but you knew how to be teacher's pet.
You grabbed his chin with your hand and scolded him. "Don't go leaving any marks, now," you pouted and he snatched your lips once more and pushed himself into you with so much fury, your back slammed against the front seat. He pounded you with all his might until you were a whimpering mess, cursing him for how good he made you feel.
He peaked nearly the same time, sinking his fingers into your flesh and his face against your neck. His breath was rapid and scorching against your skin. You held onto him as you both sank into the backseat. He wrapped his arms around you for a moment but soon started pinching you to keep you from dozing off.
"No rest for the wicked, dollface," he breathed into your hair.
You pulled away and looked at him with a wrinkled nose.
"Who's wicked? I'm an absolute angel!" you said mockingly.
"Dollface, if angels did that, I would have gone to church long ago."
