Taken: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Piper Stone

  Winter added another layer of pressure to my swelling testicles, forcing a scattered moan from my throat.

  “As I told you, do not tease me.” I heard my words although they echoed, the harshness lingering. I had no control with her. None. I could ravage her for days, taking her anywhere I desired. I could keep her naked and waiting for me, bound to the bed.

  And I could hold her in a beautiful cage, unable to get away, to use as I pleased.

  I’d shifted into the kind of man I no longer knew, my hunger knowing no bounds. “Suck me.” My command was dark, not to be denied. I could barely see straight as I peered down at her, the sadistic side of me breaking through the last of the barriers.

  The smile on her face remaining demure, she peeled away the two sides of my pants, sliding them ever so slowly past my hips until she freed my cock and balls. Every cell alive and on fire, when she blew across my shaft, I issued a series of growls.

  “Fuck,” I managed, entangling my fingers in her hair. “You want this, don’t you?”

  Her eyes shimmered with burning desire, but she remained silent, a willing accomplice to the filthy sin we were about to engage in. This was entirely different than before. She longed for a taste of the darkness she’d seen only a glimpse of before. Yet she burned from deep within in the same way I did.

  We both craved the explosion we’d only begun to explore.

  I reached down, pinching the tender area just under her nipple, digging my nails into her soft flesh.

  She squealed, her lower lip quivering. “Oh.”

  “You long for the pain, for the exquisite sensations only a slice of anguish can provide. Don’t you?”

  “Mmm...”

  I moved my fingers to her taut and fully aroused bud, swirling it with the tip of my finger. Watching her lovely face, I twisted her nipples. “Tell me. Do not lie to me.”

  “Yes.” She dragged her tongue across her lips, her eyes only half open.

  “Yes?” I asked in a low-slung voice, pinching even harder.

  “Yes... Sir.” Her breathing scattered, she gazed up at me. Still uncertain. Still fearful of who and what I was.

  “You want my cock inside of you.”

  “Yes, sir.” This time there was no hesitation, the purr she issued floating into my ears. The lilting sound was far too enticing.

  She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, bringing the tip to her lips and rubbing it back and forth across the seam of her mouth. When she dragged her tongue down the underside, blowing hot breath, I threw my head back, allowing several growls to escape.

  My hand was shaking as I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding her firmly, a flood of emotions and thoughts racing into my mind. It was the first time I’d wanted nothing more than to share every aspect of my life with someone. The thought was crazy, even dangerous for her, but I longed to have her close in every aspect of my world.

  When she fingered my balls, I allowed the sensations to sweep through me, the already lit fire turning into a raging firestorm. My breaths shallow, I couldn’t get the vile and nasty thoughts about what I wanted to do with her out of my mind.

  As she lowered her head, I relaxed my hold, every breath labored. The moment she took my sac into her mouth, using her strong jaw muscles to suck, every portion of my body tensed.

  “Suck, baby girl.”

  She mewled as she rolled her mouth back and forth across my testicles, sliding her tongue around in lazy circles. Laughing softly, she twisted her hand around my shaft, creating enough friction to force a moan. Very slowly she licked up to my cockhead, taking just the tip inside.

  “That’s it,” I managed, jutting my hips forward.

  Her eyes drifted in my direction as she took me down an inch at a time, pumping the base as she sucked.

  The feel of her hot, wet mouth was almost too much, the adrenaline rush mixing with the heat searing every nerve ending. I pushed her head, forcing her to take the rest of me, my chest heaving as I attempted to catch my breath. Even the slight gagging sound rolling up from her throat was nothing more than a powerful aphrodisiac.

  As she slipped her hands to my thighs, caressing both, I took over full control. I continued jutting my hips forward, face fucking her hot little mouth. Every sound seemed magnified, every heartbeat like a solid powerful hammer. The way the tip slammed against the back of her throat was a glorious feeling. I became crazed, wanting desperately to empty my load, to fill her luscious mouth with my seed.

  But I also wanted more.

  I thrust in a brutal manner, barely able to focus on the way she was looking at me. Such beautiful eyes, such glistening skin. There wasn’t a single inch of me that wasn’t shaking, my blood pumping wildly. I knew if I didn’t stop, I would lose all sense of control, spewing every drop down her throat.

  When I could take no more, my balls filling with cum, I pushed her away, stumbling backwards as I rubbed my mouth.

  There was such mischief in her eyes, as if she was winning this game. “Lie on the bed,” I instructed, pointing to it.

  Very slowly, she rose to her feet, taking her time as she walked around to the side. She sat down on the edge, keeping her legs together. As she eased onto her back, she took several shallow breaths.

  I removed the rest of my clothes, but not before easing the belt from the loops. She said nothing, but I could almost tell what she was thinking, the strangeness of craving what only a strap could do mixed with apprehension. She was truly vulnerable, a beautiful flower waiting to be cared for, given the right amount of attention.

  I walked closer, leaning over and peering down at her, allowing her to examine the way I folded the strap, snapping it against my hand twice. “Do you want my cock inside your sweet pussy?”

  Everything about her remained enticing, including the way she chewed on the inside of her jaw. “Yes, sir.”

  Exhaling, I bent over, allowing the belt to rest against her arm as I lowered my head, pressing my lips only once against hers. “Not until you’re punished for running away from me. That was egregious and you deserve a harsh spanking.”

  Water came to her eyes although she blinked it away furiously. I could tell she was fighting her inner demons, trying to be a good girl when all she wanted to do was scratch out my eyes. “Yes. Sir.”

  I eased away, running the strap along her arm then across her tummy, finishing with sliding the tip down the middle of her closed legs. I yanked her until her bottom was on the very edge, drinking in her musky scent. She was even more excited than before. “Lift your legs for me, Winter.”

  She was shaking as she attempted to obey me, curling her knees and planting her feet on the bed. I grabbed her ankles, lifting them high into the air until her legs were straight, pressing my hand against her calves.

  “Oh,” she moaned, immediately crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Arms above your head and keep them there.” I peered down, lifting a single eyebrow when she hesitated. “You are going to learn to obey me.”

  While she didn’t answer, she shifted her arms over her head, intertwining her fingers together.

  I ran the belt down the back of her leg, studying the trail before once again gazing into her eyes. “With every misdeed there is a consequence. I’m certain you can understand that.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You could have gotten yourself killed. Imagine if I couldn’t have saved you. That’s not acceptable behavior.”

  Frowning, she twisted her lips before answering. “No. Sir.”

  The rebellion refused to leave her, a hint of animosity forming in her eyes. “I’m going to give you twenty-five strikes of the belt. I think that will go a long way in helping you remember.” I pushed back her legs until her buttocks were lifted off the comforter, holding my breath as her glistening pussy drew my attention.

  Damn, the woman was so wet, my mouth watering all over again. Her skin remained rosy from the earlier spanking, but I now wanted her to wear the marks of my discipline. I
bit back a series of guttural sounds from the delicious if not sadistic thought. As I cracked the belt against her bottom, the sound alone sent a shower of current, tightening every muscle.

  Winter made no noise although she clamped her eyes shut.

  I snapped my wrist again, allowing the strike to land on her sit spot, savoring the redness already blossoming. She pushed her legs against my hand in an attempt to bend her knees, her chest rising and falling. I kept my grip firm as I smacked her twice more.

  “Oh. That hurts,” she finally said in an almost inaudible voice.

  “Punishments are supposed to hurt, Winter, and they will continue do so if you can’t learn to follow the rules.”

  As she tossed her head several times, her mouth opening and closing, I could tell she wanted to spout off once again. Damn, I adored her spunk, the way she refused to back down. I rubbed her bottom, the heat filtering into my fingers, then took a deep breath.

  “Why, yes, sir,” she finally said, her face flushing.

  Unable to resist, I slipped my pinky up and down her swollen folds, studying her change in expression. “But sinful things come to those who learn to obey.”

  She opened her eyes, peering at me mischievously. Even then, she believed she could take back control.

  With a single growl, I smacked her several times, the last crossing over her upper thighs.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh...” She jerked up from the bed, her hands slapping down on the comforter.

  I simply gave her a single look before she thumped down on the bed, lifting her arms once again.

  As I continued the spanking, my pulse increased. I found it difficult to keep count of the number of strikes. Concentration was difficult around her. I was unable to focus on anything but the vile and filthy things I wanted to do.

  She moaned, wiggling on the bed as I issued the final four strikes. I’d never had any patience and today I wasn’t going to learn how to start. While the discipline had been needed, I was no longer interested in penance.

  This was more about the unbridled passion that sweltered every time we were near each other. I wanted to hunger for no one else, to accept her place by my side.

  Fuck.

  I closed my eyes briefly before sliding to my knees, opening her legs until they rested against the comforter. Everything I’d told her about accepting who we were had felt like something I could control, but I was wrong. We were both nothing more than a product of our upbringing, a sickening understanding that we’d been the one manipulated our entire lives.

  First by desire for a better life.

  Then by a thirst for even more.

  Finally, by a lust for power.

  I was no better, touting the benefits of the sect the majority of my years, a man who’d obviously had too much of the Kool-Aid. Who the hell had I been attempting to fool these last seven months? I was a part of the system and the ancient ways. There was no mistaking the past, but could there ever be a different future?

  Maybe this was the time to find out the truth. Could we survive without the connections and influence, the money that had jaded all of us within the community?

  Or was the enemy far too close, prepared and capable of destroying everything that had been accomplished?

  Hissing, I rolled my knuckles across her delicate skin, sliding them up and down her thighs. When she opened her legs even wider in a blatant invitation, I brushed my fingers over her tummy, flexing them open.

  Winter kept her lips parted and her eyes closed as I caressed her. The way the waning sun highlighted the rosiness of her pert nipples was scintillating. Whether or not I was the man who sent the fear of God into her remained to be seen. Whether I could be the man Winter needed in her life was something worth fighting for.

  I blew across her pussy, smiling as several prickles appeared on her skin. She curled her toes, her breasts jiggling as her breathing became exaggerated. I took a deep whiff, holding it deep inside before expelling, once again allowing it to float across her swollen lips. “Are you hungry for me?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  The scent of her became a drug, the need for it desperate. “Are you wet for me?” I shifted my gaze toward her half-closed eyes, making certain she heard the single snarl.

  Moaning once, she bopped her head as she dragged her tongue across her lips.

  “Then I’m going to feast on you.” The moment I dropped my head, allowing the tip of my tongue to flick back and forth across her clit, she tilted back her head, her shoulders lifting.

  “Oh, God. Please.”

  “Please?” I asked, repeating the action.

  “Lick me. Suck me. Eat me.”

  The words were unexpected and far too inviting to pass up. I growled savagely before sliding my tongue all the way inside her sweet pussy. Her muscles immediately wrapped around the invasion, clamping then releasing several times.

  She tossed her head back and forth, ragged purrs pushing past her lips. “Yes. Yes.”

  I drew my tongue back to her clit, swirling it around the tender tissue before biting down. Instantly, her moans turned into screams as she fought to keep her arms over her head. Far too hungry, I buried my face into her wetness, devouring her cream as my finger replaced my tongue, keeping her swollen clit ripe and ready.

  She undulated her body, gasping for breath as the moans intensified. “Oh, yes. I...”

  I drove a single finger into her channel beside my tongue, allowing the orchestration of sensations to bring her close to an orgasm. Then I pulled away, smacking my fingers against her pussy several times.

  Shocked by the hard slaps, she could no longer hold her position, jerking up, her eyes wide open. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  I smacked her tender tissue several more times, allowing her to watch as I resumed licking.

  “Oh, God.” Easing back against the comforter, she pressed her arm over her eyes then snapped her arms back over her head. “I’m sorry. I’m just... So good.”

  After sliding in three fingers, thrusting long and hard while I sucked on her clit, I slapped her several additional times. She was exasperated after the round, juice trickling down both legs.

  “Please. Can I... come?” she managed, her eyes no longer focused.

  There was no way I could wait any longer, no possibility of holding back my needs. “Come for me, baby. I want to taste every drop of you.” I shifted my hands to her thighs, pinning them down as her body tensed.

  “Oh, yes. Oh. Oh. Oh!” Every inch of her began to shake, her entire body glistening from the exertion as well as the pleasure. I could watch her for hours as she reveled in the ecstasy, driven to new heights of bliss.

  I pumped all four fingers inside her tight channel, marveling in the strength of her pussy muscles as they gripped and released. When I shifted my hand, pressing my thumb against her darkened hole, she tensed once again. “Come again for me, my bad little girl.” My command was laced with darkness as I slipped my thumb all the way inside, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

  “Oh, God. I can’t...” Another orgasm rushed into her. She threw her arms down, clawing the comforter as she rose up from the bed. She was even more incredible when she was climaxing; her lower lip quivering, her eyes rolling back and forth.

  I held her tightly, lapping up every drop. When she finally stopped shaking, falling back against the comforter, only then did I loosen my grip. As I rose to my feet, she studied me with half open eyes, examining the man who was about to fuck her like I was nothing but a stranger.

  Only time would alter that, a luxury we didn’t have.

  My heart racing, I crawled onto the bed, leaning over her. As I wrapped my hand around her throat, she stared at me, uncertainty in her beautiful eyes. “Tell me what you want,” I whispered and nipped her earlobe.

  “You.”

  “Tell me how.” I kept my hand in position as I blew across her shoulder, brushing my fingers down the length of her arm.

  She pursed her lips, her nostrils flaring as s
he took my hand, guiding it to her breast, squeezing hers over mine. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Beautiful.

  Mischievous.

  Irresistible.

  The offer was exactly what I wanted to hear. When she moved her hand away, I pinched her nipple, twisting until she cried out in pain. “That’s exactly what I intend on doing.” I dragged my fingers to her other hardened bud, leaning over until I pulled the first into my mouth, the taste exploding over my tongue.

  She rubbed her leg against mine as she whimpered, tension easing from her body. Purring, she ran her fingers down my arm. Another invitation. Another layer peeling away. “Please.”

  I couldn’t deny her no longer, moving in between her legs and lifting both around my hips. As I leaned over, she pressed one hand against my chest, the other positioning my cockhead to her entrance. Her shy smile was all I could take. Very slowly I slid the tip past her slickened folds, taking great pleasure in the way her muscles gripped around the invasion within seconds.

  Drawing me in deeper.

  Creating a wave of scorching heat.

  Tugging on my heartstrings.

  I crushed my mouth over hers, taking my sweet time to slide my tongue past her lips. She clung to me as if I were a lifeline, pushing her knees against me with intense pressure. I could feel her body trembling underneath me as well as the hard hammering of her heart.

  She knew nothing about me, only that I took what I wanted.

  And tonight was no different.

  As our tongues entwined, I thrust the entire rest of my cock inside, shuddering from the series of vibrations. We were both electrified, every cell on fire. The moment was almost perfect; her body molding against mine, her fingers digging into my skin. I shifted her legs even higher, pulling almost all the way out.

  She moaned into the kiss, wiggling her body and arching her back. She was a beautiful brat still trying to grasp her moment of control, unable to acquiesce.

  The barbarian in me reared its ugly head, thrusting long and hard. Everything became a crazed moment, our bodies becoming one as I fucked her, driving in brutal plunges over and over again.

  Winter clamped her feet together, clenching her pussy muscles several times. The little vixen was teasing me.