by Bianca Cole
I feel the swollen head of his cock nudge against my entrance, filling me with anticipation that makes me tremble. He kneads my ass cheeks with his hands, pulling them open and spreading me wide for him.
This is my punishment. A rough fuck that will make me scream the place down. Who knew punishment could feel so good?
I groan as Rick holds still, teasing me with the tip of his cock so it is barely pushing through my wet lips. “Please, sir, give it to me.”
He groans behind me and slaps my ass with his hand. “You are so, fucking filthy, begging me for my cock like a good little girl.”
I moan at the way he talks to me. He barely lets me catch my breath as he slams into me with one hard, forceful thrust. His cock buried as far as it can go. He holds still, throbbing inside of me as his balls rest against my aching clit.
“Fuck,” I breathe, loving the way it feels to be so full.
He moves out slowly, letting me feel every thick, long inch of him, before slamming back inside of me hard.
I cry out, arching my back toward him. The need to feel him taking me harder, faster, rougher drives me crazy. My hand slips to my clit, and I circle it.
Rick slaps my ass and stills inside of me. “No touching yourself, I’m the only one that makes you orgasm, princess.”
I whimper, removing my hand and slowly placing it back on the bed. Rick is so dominant and controlling, and I love it. He grasps my hips hard, digging his fingers in so hard I’m sure he’ll leave red marks. I gasp as he pulls his huge, thick length from me. Before I can figure out what’s happening, I’m on my back.
Rick’s heavyweight pins me to the bed, his length pressed against my entrance. “Do you understand me? I’m in control of your orgasms from now on.”
I nod my head, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.
“Let me hear you say it,” he snarls.
I swallow hard. “You’re in control of my orgasms.”
He bites my bottom lip and sucks on it, making the heat pulse through my veins. His hand quickly finds the sensitive spot between my thighs, rubbing in a way that builds and stokes the fire inside of me.
“Rick,” I moan his name, drawing his fiery eyes back to mine.
His lips crash into mine hard as he moves in and out of me more slowly. Each stroke filled with such passion it makes my heartache. A meeting of two souls connecting as we fuck so tenderly, I’d almost call it making love if I hadn’t only known this man for six days.
His tongue searches my mouth with deliberate, slow strokes.
He turns me to a molten puddle beneath him, sending a hot inferno blazing through me. Each stroke edges me closer and closer to the cliff edge.
I clamp my eyes shut, unable to process all the sensations and emotions flooding my body.
“Eyes open, princess, I want to look into them when I make you come.”
I moan, forcing my eyelids to flicker open against their will. The intensity between us makes me ache and shiver. It’s so intimate. He kisses me again, slow and soft, and I ache for release.
This moment differs from the night before. He’s treating me gently, but dominating me all at the same time. Bringing me to the edge only to back off at the last minute. “Please, Rick,” I moan.
He dips his tongue into my mouth and tangles it with my own, increasing the intensity between us. I hum into his mouth, losing my mind with the way he makes me feel. The rush he ignites inside of me is insane, and I never want it to stop.
“Naughty girls don’t get to come,” he utters, teasing his lips against my throat.
I groan as he fucks me slowly still. Moving his mouth to my collarbone and biting down on it hard enough to make me cry out. It increases the pleasure building deep inside of me, lingering on the edge of the explosion.
He slides his arms around my waist and lifts me up, still inside of me. He shifts to sit on the bed with his legs outstretched, forcing me to sit in his lap. The position drives him deeper than I believed possible, as he kisses me frantically.
It is so intimate and soft, the opposite of the way he has treated me up to now. It’s crazy how good he can make me feel no matter the way he treats me. He can be so dominant one minute and then so tender the next.
“Rick,” I moan his name, letting my head fall back as I rise and fall in his lap.
He presses a kiss against my throat, nipping at my pulse. It speeds up beneath his lips. “You are my queen,” he groans.
I meet his gaze, and his dark brown eyes appear lighter, flecked with a deep amber that makes them almost glow in the dim light.
“My king,” I breathe, pressing my lips to his and kiss him with all the emotion I feel at that moment.
I could almost cry from the mix of emotions flooding me. My orgasm is building so gradually, closing in closer to me with each slow stroke. “Fuck,” I say, feeling myself unravel.
“That’s it, baby, come on my cock,” he groans.
His permission only intensifies the pleasure, as my muscles flutter around his shaft. “Rick, oh God,” I moan, keeping my arms around his neck.
He sucks on my nipples, intensifying the explosive climax rocking through me. The tension coils through my muscles as I explode, leaking all over him.
He groans, “That’s it, baby.” He slaps my ass gently, making me moan again.
His cock thickens and hardens inside of me, and he growls. I feel him explode deep inside of me, spilling every drop as deep as he can go. My lips remain sealed to his tightly as he keeps thrusting in and out of me, ensuring a part of him is embedded deeply.
I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of getting pregnant until this moment. I wonder whether Rick has considered it. Not once has he suggested using protection. The desperate need for this man out ruling my senses. Every time he kisses me, I forget about anything else.
He shifts and lifts me off his lap as if I weigh nothing, lying down with me tucked into his side. The air fills with our ragged breath, and his heart races beneath my head. I’m unsure what to say.
Instead, I keep quiet out of fear of tainting such a tender moment between us. Enjoying being held by this man. A man who I shouldn’t be falling for, but can’t seem to stop myself.
13
Rick
It’s been four weeks since we snatched Alicia and just over three weeks since I claimed her as my own. Nick Juliano finally broke his silence on the fact we’ve got his daughter, and stopped trying to blackmail us back with images of Austin.
He has requested a meeting tomorrow to form a truce between our families. He has been dealing directly with Leo, as we’re unsure who we can trust in our own crime operation anymore.
We are taking a jet down to neutral turf in California. It’s under the control of a different mob group, one which has accepted that we intend to meet peacefully there. Every mob wants to avoid war, as once one breaks out, it pulls all of them into it, forcing them to choose sides.
My brothers think I’ve lost my mind, seducing the woman I kidnapped. I didn’t plan for this. Alicia was brought into my office, and I knew I was screwed. There is no doubt in my mind she’s my soul mate, even though if you’d asked me a month ago if I believed in soul mates, I would have said no.
I haven’t been this happy for as long as I can remember. Alicia completes me, and I can’t even contemplate letting her go. The woman who completes my life and makes it all worth it.
My brothers are everything to me, but it’s not the same as the love for a woman. She is everything I’ve been missing in my life.
Kane walks into my office without knocking. “It is time to go, Rick.”
He shouldn’t be going anywhere, but I’m not stupid enough to try and persuade him to sit this one out. When Kane wants to do something, he will do it.
“Are you sure you should come?” I nod my head toward his arm still in a sling.
The glare he gives me could make most men shit themselves. “I’m going. End of story.”
Leo laughs, walking
passed him and toward me. “I thought you were supposed to be the boss, Riccardo.”
I am the boss of this mob, but it has always been an odd setup. My bigger brother being second in command to me, didn’t make much sense, but he never wanted this job. He never wanted this life.
“I am.” I give my younger brother a warning glance, especially since he’s using my full name, which I hate. “Let’s get on with it. Where is Alicia?”
“Here,” her voice is quiet but confident behind my brothers.
We all turn to look at her. She’s wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a tight t-shirt that hugs her curves perfectly. My heart rate speeds up the instant I set eyes on her.
“Let’s get the fuck on the road,” Leo says, walking passed her and giving her a friendly tap on the shoulder.
I can’t understand why when anyone touches her, even my brother, it sets my nerves on fire.
Kane turns to glance at me and gives me a stern look. He doesn’t even have to say a word. I know he’s telling me this is a bad idea. Alicia and I together is a bad fucking idea, and I know it. We could start a war over this.
He walks out of the room, leaving me alone with the woman who has taken my heart captive.
I give her a half-smile, despite my stomach twisting with nerves. What we’re about to do is dangerous, not only for my family but for her. The thought of taking her anywhere she could be harmed makes me sick to the stomach.
“You’re worried, aren’t you?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
I nod my head, holding out my hand for her to take.
She walks toward me and takes it, sighing as I pull her into my embrace. Her vanilla, feminine scent washes over me as I hold her close, wishing we didn’t have to go through with this.
“This will get dangerous,” I say, pulling her from my chest and gazing into her stunning blue eyes.
Her black hair is curling in wild, untamed waves around her face. “I know.” There’s no fear in her eyes as she stares back at me. “I have to be there, though.”
Even though the protective part of me longs to tell her she can’t, I know she’s right. If we turn up at this meeting without her, Nick Juliano won’t be happy. He expects her to be there. “I know,” I mutter, brushing a dark strand of hair away from her eyes. “I just don’t enjoy putting you in danger.”
She sets her hands on her hips. “I can take care of myself. I’ve been brought up in this world like you.”
I chuckle at her feisty attitude. It’s one reason I love her so much. The thought crosses my mind, and I tense. It’s true. Alicia is the love of my life. A woman I’d do anything for and protect with my life if it came to it.
I’d always protect my brothers with my life. We’re fiercely protective of each other and close, but this is on another level. With Alicia, the thought of losing her tears me apart. I wouldn’t be able to carry on without her.
I pull her close and kiss her slowly. This may be the last time we’re here together. If everything goes wrong, she could be taken from me by Nick, or worse…
As we part, she gazes up at me with dazed eyes. “What was that for?”
“I needed to kiss you.” I shrug. “We best leave now before I change my mind and lock you in my room.”
Her eyes flash with fire. “I’d like to see you try.” She turns and dashes out of my office, goading me to chase her.
It is insane that I even consider running after her here, but I can’t. I’d love to act like a child and have a bit of fun, but I’m expected to remain calm and collected at all times. Our men are crawling the halls of our mansion, and I can’t let anyone think I’ve gone soft over a woman.
Instead, I check myself in the mirror on the wall. My eyes fall on my scotch bottle and crystal tumbler. In this situation, before I met her, I’d pour myself a glass and down it. Ever since I met Alicia, I’ve hardly touched a drink. She’s my new drug. Once satisfied, I leave the room and walk calmly toward the exit.
Alicia is already standing by our SUV. She meets my gaze and smirks at me as if she’s won the race. I will give her a real race, and we’ll see who wins. It will be me, and she will be on her hands and knees quicker than she can catch her breath.
I walk toward her calmly and grab her wrist. “No running from me in the future,” I mutter into her ear in a warning.
She pulls back and gives me a defiant look, one that makes me want to spank her until she has learnt her lesson. “I was having fun.” She flicks her hair and moves to get into the car, but I stop her.
“This is no time for playing about.” I glare into her beautiful blue eyes, trying to instill some kind of fear in her. Instead, she glares back at me. It’s clear her father never disciplined her, and that’s why she acts so defiant. “We’re heading into danger, and I need you to understand that while we are away, you have to obey me.”
She sets her hands on her hips. “I may like you being all dominant in bed,” she mutters, eyeing a man standing close by. “But, not in day-to-day life. I’m not some slave who can be told what to do.” With that, she gets into the car and slams the door in my face.
Fuck.
I can’t understand why her defiance fuels my lust for her. The beautiful, bratty young woman gets my pulse racing like no other woman ever has. Perhaps she calls to my desire to punish and discipline, or maybe she’s just special.
I’ve got a feeling it’s probably a bit of both. Adjusting my tie, I step around the other side and slide in next to her.
She doesn’t look at me as I do, staring out of the window like a child having a strop. She gasps as I grab her and lift her toward me, forcing her into the seat next to me. Her big blue eyes staring up at me with a mix of irritation and desire. “What do you think you—”
I press my lips to hers, silencing her question before she gets it out. I’m doing what the fuck I want because she’s mine, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.
Sure, I don’t want a slave who does everything I say, but this is different. We will both be in danger, and I need to know that she will do as I say if there is a threat.
I nip her lip, hard enough to draw blood.
She moans and then pulls away, pressing her hand to her lip. “Why the fuck did you bite me that hard?”
I set my hand around her throat, squeezing gently. “Listen to me.”
Her eyes widen at my tone before bowing her head slightly.
“I don’t want you to be a slave who I tell what to do in day-to-day life, but this isn’t a standard situation. We will be in serious fucking danger, and I will need you to obey me if there is a threat.” I hold her gaze, keeping my voice stern. “I can’t have you acting like a brat because you don’t enjoy being told what to do. Do you understand?”
A few beats of silence follow before she nods her head.
“Say it out loud.”
She licks her bottom lip, smearing the blood over it. “I understand.”
I let my hand rest around her throat a moment, before letting her go. “Good.” I can’t help but feel guilty at the way she looks at me. It’s the first time I’ve been so hard on her, but the thought of anything happening to her drives me insane. “I couldn’t stand it if you were to get hurt, Alicia,” I breathe.
Her brilliant blue eyes soften. “Nothing will happen to me. My father would never hurt me.”
I hope that’s true, but if things go south, she could easily get caught in the crossfire. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. “I’m protective of you.” My lips meet hers in a tender kiss. Luckily, the blacked-out windows make it impossible for my men to see what we are doing.
They would think I’ve lost my damn mind, as we’ve kept the truth of our relationship only between me, Kane and Leo. Alicia wraps her arms around my neck, relaxing in my grasp. She tries to shift closer to me, moaning as my tongue glides around her mouth.
The click of the driver’s door opening breaks me from my lust-filled daze, and I pull away from her. “Sorry,” I mu
tter, squeezing her hand.
She pulls away from me, shifting back into her seat and putting her seat belt on. “Sir, would you like me to put the privacy screen up today?” Dan asks, turning over the engine.
I glare at him for a beat, wondering if he saw us. “No.”
Alicia looks disappointed at my answer, turning to gaze out of the window. We won’t be in the car long. We’re on our way to the airport to take our private jet down to California.
I’m sure we can both keep our hands to ourselves for half an hour. Well, pretty sure…
14
Alicia
There’s one thing I hate in life, and that is heights. Flying isn’t exactly my favorite pastime. As the SUV pulls onto the runway next to the jet, terror coils through me. It’s smaller than a commercial plane, and somehow that makes it worse.
Rick grabs my hand and squeezes it. “Are you okay?”
I swallow hard. “I’m a nervous flyer.” I shake my head. “My dad loves flying, though. He flies everywhere.”
“Look at me.”
I glance at him, staring into those gorgeous chestnut eyes of his. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
Somehow, his presence makes this better. Before I fly, I have to take anxiety meds. Rick’s man opens the door for me and holds it open. I step out of the vehicle and wrap my arms around myself.
My stomach is a mess as I stare at the jet.
Rick’s hand slips onto the small of my back, guiding me to it. The masculine, pine scent of him eases my anxiety. We take our seats near the back of the plane, and Rick keeps his hand on my thigh.
“We’ll be there before you know it.” He winks. “Have you flown much before?”
I shake my head. “Too many times.”
He smiles. “You should get used to it the more you do it.”
“I’m not sure that’s true.” I grab my belt and fasten it across my waist tightly.
