Mafia Light Box Set

by S. C. Daiko

  I keep going until I reach a field on the other side of the woods. There aren’t any sheep grazing, so I unclip Toby’s leash. He races around, sniffing the grass, looking for rabbits. I find a small mound and sit, stretching out my legs. It’s chilly and I wrap my arms around myself, hugging my coat to my body.

  Footsteps pound behind me, and I almost jump out of my skin. I turn and stare at Daniel, his tight t-shirt clinging to his hot body. He comes to a halt and gives me one of his glowering looks. “Good afternoon.”

  I return his greeting, wiping my clammy hands on my jeans. “Alright?” Jesus, I sound so Welsh. “I mean, is everything okay?”

  “Sure,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

  I scuff my boots on the grass. “Have I done something to offend you?”

  A frown darkens his face, and he sits on the mound next to me. “What are you talking about?”

  I look him directly in the eye. “We were getting on so well, then it’s like I’ve developed an infectious disease or something. You’ve gone back to being horrible.”

  He gazes into the distance. “I apologize.” His voice cracks. “You should keep away from me, Cat. I’ve told you before that I’m toxic.”

  I stare at my feet. Like a bolt from the blue, it occurs to me that I can’t keep away from him. There’s something about Daniel Collins. Something deep and dark and compelling. I’ve never met anyone like him, and he fascinates me. It’s not just his physicality, it’s more. I want to explore whatever it is; I want to know him better.

  I think about what I’d really like, and my cheeks burn. It’s been too long since I felt the hardness of a man’s body against my softness.

  Fantasy, that’s all.

  It will never happen.

  And it shouldn’t happen.

  A shiver wracks my body.

  “Are you cold?” he asks politely.

  Sudden tears fill my eyes, and I knuckle them away.

  “What’s the matter?” His brows furrow.

  I release a slow breath. “When you kissed me last week.” I think about what to say next. “It shocked me. Josh was my one and only. I’m over his loss, but I never thought about being with another man.”

  “And now?” His eyes meet mine, smouldering with something unidentifiable.

  I look away, suddenly embarrassed. Oh, God. My skin is burning, and I’m sure I’ve gone bright red. My tummy lurches, but I decide to come right out with it. “I think you’re still angry about losing your wife. I remember feeling that way. I wanted to help you. But I was wrong.”

  “I wish things could be different,” he says, putting an arm around me and drawing me into the warmth of his taut chest. The spice of his sweat fills my nostrils. I glance upward and find myself falling into the depths of his dark eyes.

  My heart thuds.

  His hold tightens, and I lift my hand to run my fingers through his beard. His gaze is hot, hungry. I touch his full soft lips and then his high cheekbones. He closes his eyes, and a groan escapes his throat. “I said you should stay away from me, and I meant it.” His breathing is fast, ragged.

  “I… I can’t.” The words come out strangled. There’s an ache between my legs and deep inside me. I run my hand down Daniel’s corded neck, and then up his strong arms, stroking the beautiful tats on his bulging biceps. God, I must be out of my mind. Daniel exudes sex, but he also exudes a potent danger. He warned me off him; I should do as he says.

  Except, my need for him is so fierce I can’t keep my head straight.

  “Are you sure?” He arches a black brow.

  My heartbeats quicken. “I’ve tried to stay away from you. Believe me. You’re a brute most of the time.” I stroke the hair from his forehead and gaze into his troubled eyes. “I see your pain, though.”

  “Jesus, Cat. You tempt me beyond measure.” With a groan, he crashes his mouth down on mine, his tongue pushing roughly between my lips. He tastes of sweat and tears.

  Every nerve in my body is on fire. I press my pebbled nipples against his powerful pecs. He pulls me into his lap, and I wrap my legs around his hips. He grips my waist and grinds his hardness against me.

  “I’ve got to touch you,” he growls, unzipping my jeans.

  “Someone might see us.”

  He gives a gruff laugh. “There’s no one here. We’re completely alone except for your dog.”

  He kisses the doubt from my mouth, his tongue delving deep as he sucks all the air from my lungs. His fingers fist my hair, pulling at it. I shouldn’t like his roughness, except I freaking love it. He bites my lower lip, and I let out a needy whimper.

  The ache between my legs is throbbing now. “Please,” I beg.

  “Please, what?” he chuckles.

  “Please touch me.”

  “With pleasure.” His smile is wicked.

  His fingers trail down from my hair to my back, stroking, going lower until he cups my ass. I rub my crotch against his hard-on; I can’t help myself. The insanity of this situation is way beyond my control. I want him so badly.

  He bends and spreads my coat open, then he nuzzles my breasts, nipping at my nipples through my sweater. Pleasure shoots down my body.

  Oh, God…

  “Please,” I beg once more.

  He raises his face. “Be patient.”

  He pulls at my hair again, exposing my throat. His mouth is hot as he sucks on my skin. His teeth are sharp as he nips and bites. I push into him, loving the intoxicating sensations, breathing in the spice of his scent… a mixture of perspiration and oil paint.

  I run my hands up his back under his t-shirt and dig my nails into his firm flesh. The heat within me is building, building. If he doesn’t give me release soon I’ll self-combust and crumble into ash.

  Finally, his fingers are where I want them to be, pushing aside my thong, cupping my pussy while his thumb circles my clit. I rock against him, all caution thrown to the winds. He inserts first one, then two fingers, stroking my inner walls. He captures my moans with a fierce, possessive kiss.

  I grip his biceps as I hump his hand. I’m so close to coming it’s unreal. Our eyes lock, our mouths slack with lust. I let out a hiss. He increases the pace of his thrusting fingers, adding a third. I’m shaking now, clawing at his arms. He curls his fingers, finding my spot, his nostrils flaring. “Does that feel good, Cat?”

  “Yes. Oh, yes. Don’t stop.”

  Waves of pleasure rock through me, and I let myself go with a sharp cry. “Ah…”

  Suddenly, I’m shivering; my teeth chatter and my entire body starts to shake. In a beat, Daniel wraps his arms around me. “I’ve got you, Catrin. You’re so beautiful and sweet. I shouldn’t have lost control of myself like that.”

  “I wanted it. More than anything.” I smile against his warm shoulder. “I was only feeling a little bit cold.” I can feel his erection pressing against the softness of my tummy. I lean back and look him in the eye. “What about you?” Daringly, I reach down to run my fingers up his length.

  He groans and presses into my hand.

  My hand twists to unbutton his fly. Except, Toby bounds up to us, barking. Damn! We swivel around. Shit, there’s someone walking across the other side of the field.

  Daniel helps me to my feet. I quickly zip up my jeans and fasten the leash to Toby’s collar. “I get it that you’re reclusive.” I shoot Daniel a look. “But I don’t get why you wanted me to stay away from you.”

  I hold my breath while I wait for his answer. He shoves his hands into his pockets. “I wouldn’t be able to offer you anything more than friendship.”

  “Friends with benefits, you mean?” I come right out and ask.

  His laugh is sardonic. “Your directness is refreshing.” He cups my cheek. “Everything about you is refreshing.”

  It’s my turn to shake my head. “I’m not looking for something permanent, Daniel. After losing Josh, I’ve learnt nothing in this life can ever be permanent. I still think I can help you�
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  He smiles and then sighs. “It will have to be a secret. No one must know.”

  I pretend to ponder my answer, although I don’t need to. I stare at him, drinking him in like bitter coffee. An involuntary tremor shakes my body. I must be crazy... completely and utterly crazy. “That’s fine by me.”

  Chapter Ten

  Daniel

  I’m in my studio, working on a canvas. It’s unlike anything I’ve painted before. I’m using green and blue hues instead of red and black. The shapes are soft, and there’s a sadness to the work… a hint of regret. Images of Catrin invade my mind. Despite my earlier resolve, she’s wriggled her way past my defences and into my life, evoking emotions within me that I thought I’d never feel again. To make matters worse, I’m fucking conflicted… one moment asking myself what the fuck have I done and the next moment desperate to see her again, to hear her lilting voice, to touch her soft warm body.

  I close my eyes, remembering the tightness of her hot pussy as it sucked on my fingers, her moans of pleasure, how her mouth fell open and her tits heaved. The way she gave herself up to me was so damn erotic as her body shuddered and she threw her head back. I could smell her on my hand afterwards, her scent musky and sweet. My balls tighten at the memory.

  With a groan, I wipe my paintbrush on a cloth and put it to soak in a jar of turpentine. Then I head into the kitchen, my thoughts chasing each other like greyhounds after a hare.

  When Catrin said nothing in this life can ever be permanent, her words pierced me to the core. But how can we live in the present and not worry about the future? Even if we’re discreet and she sticks to her promise that no one will ever know, the truth has a sneaky way of coming out. Just one slip and my cover will be blown, catapulting us all into danger. It would be irresponsible of me to start a relationship with her.

  I glance at my watch. There’s time for me to talk before we pick up the kids from school. I wolf down a sandwich and grab my keys.

  Within minutes, I’m in her living room sitting next to her on the chintzy sofa, sipping from a mug of steaming hot coffee. I don’t beat about the bush but come straight out with it. “If we are going to have a relationship, it’s absolutely vital we keep it behind closed doors.”

  She puts down her cup and flashes me a defiant look. “I told you yesterday I agreed to that.”

  I scrub a hand across my forehead. Feelings roll through me, feelings I’ve only ever felt for one other woman. There’s a sense that I know Catrin in the deepest recesses of my subconscious. It’s not just the urge to bend her to my will, sink into her body and fuck her senseless. I want to protect her, keep her safe.

  “Why do we have to keep it secret?” She asks bluntly, twisting her fingers together.

  I exhale a long slow breath and reach for her hand. “You’ll just have to trust me. It’s better this way.” I pause, collect my thoughts. “If you accept that I’m not ready to tell the world I have another woman in my life, then we can continue. If you’re unable to do that, then we should call it a day.”

  She’s silent. Her beautiful green eyes wander over my face, seeming to see into the darkest parts of me. I was trying to capture the hues of her stunning irises in the painting I was working on earlier. The emeralds and blues…

  She pulls her hand from mine and lifts it, tracing a line from my forehead, down the side of my beard, to my mouth. She slips a finger past my lips, and I suck on it, groaning. My dick is hard as steel and my skin prickles all over.

  I bend and kiss her soft plump lips. My mouth moves over hers, my tongue demanding entrance. With a sweet, gentle moan she opens for me and the sound goes straight to my dick. Her tits press into me as I put my arms around her. I stroke my hand up her neck and then squeeze her throat. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop me. “You like that?”

  She catches her lip with her teeth and nods, her eyes glowing. “Uh huh.”

  I thread my fingers into her hair. “I’m a dominant, Cat. It’s a game I like to play. Do you understand what I mean?”

  “I’m not sure.” Her brows draw together. “Isn’t that BDSM?”

  I laugh. “I prefer to think of it as having certain desires. If we carry on a relationship, I’d need you to trust me without question.”

  She scrunches up her forehead, and then nods. “I do trust you.”

  “I need proof of that. I’m going to punish you, Cat. Spank your ass. But only if you agree.”

  She gasps. “Will it hurt?”

  “In a nice way, I hope. If you don’t enjoy it, just tell me to stop and I will.”

  “Um… I’ve never been spanked before.” She tips her head to the side. “I’m not sure I’ll like it.”

  “I think you will. But, as I said, tell me to stop if you don’t.”

  I flip her over so she’s lying face-down across my lap. I pull down her leggings and panties, then stroke her rounded buttocks. Fuck, they’re so peachy perfect. I clamp one arm around her waist and bring the other hand down with a gentle swat. She yelps but doesn’t say anything. I spank her again, harder this time, and she pushes back at me, leaning into my strength with a whimper. I cup her ass cheeks and feel the heat of her skin.

  “More,” she moans. “I want more.”

  “Ah. Ah. Ah. I’m the one to call the shots. Not you.” I slip my fingers lower to encounter her wetness.

  Fuck, she’s loving this.

  I bring down another spank, more heavy-handed this time, and she writhes against me. I land another sharp blow, and a red bloom spreads across her buttocks. “Enough.” I stroke and squeeze her heated flesh before cradling her in my arms. “You did well, Cat. I’m proud of you.” I slip my hand down to her pussy. Jesus, she’s soaking wet. I’d fuck her now if I had a condom. She needs release. Deserves it, in fact.

  I slip a finger into her slippery softness. Adding another finger, I thumb the hard nub of her clit. A mewling sound escapes her, and she bucks her hips. “Oh, God,” she moans, her tits heaving and her pussy clenching.

  I insert a third finger and keep stroking. She gasps for air. Her head falls back, and she lets out a sharp cry as her body spasms and jerks against my hand.

  She collapses onto to me, nuzzling my neck, and I hold her close.

  “Thank you,” she sighs. “That was amazing.”

  I kiss her, biting down on her lower lip. I stroke her cheek and grind my hardness into her soft belly. “I want you down on your knees, Catrin.” I point to the floor. “There, between my legs.”

  She stiffens, staring at me silently. Then, slowly, she shuffles herself into position.

  I take her hand and place it between my legs. “Take my cock out.”

  With dithery fingers, she does as I command.

  My blood rushes and pre-cum coats the head. “Lick it.”

  She blinks, once.

  “Do it. Prove that you trust me.”

  She lowers her gaze and sticks out her pink tongue. Then she laps at my fluid, looking up at me with shining, hungry eyes. I suck in a breath as liquid drips down my shaft. “Lick it all.”

  She gives a long, soft swipe of her tongue, making my cock weep for her. Then she laps without pause. “That’s good. Now suck it from the top.”

  Smiling, she obeys and swathes her warm wet mouth around my tip. My pulse drums in my ears, and my climax starts building. I close my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations before opening them again so I can focus on her face.

  Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy with her pretty lips wrapped around my dick like she’s sucking on a lollipop. She makes slurping sounds and her eyes water as I thrust deep; drool dribbles down her chin. The muscles in my thighs twitch and my abs tense. “I’m coming,” I warn. And I do. My orgasm is a ball of fire, burning from the base of my spine, to my balls, to my dick. With a bellow, I spurt onto the back of her tongue; my cock keeps shooting, wringing me dry.

  I bend and touch her jaw. “Swallow.”

  She does as I ask, keeping her lips firmly pressed aro
und my dick, swallowing my cum like it’s a treat she’s been longing to savour; her throat moves against my lowered fingers.

  “Well done.” I stroke her hair back from her face as I withdraw, then lift her up and pull her into my lap again. I press a quick kiss to her lips. “You’re so beautiful when you submit to me, Cat.”

  She squirms in my arms. “Am I?”

  I laugh. She has no idea…

  Shame this might have to end one day.

  She cuddles against me and the minutes tick by while we breathe each other in like oxygen.

  Suddenly, I notice the time. “We’d better go and pick up the kids from school.” I help her to her feet. “But first I’ll fetch a washcloth from the bathroom.”

  She waits for me and then stands, silently submissive while I pat her ass cheeks with the cold cloth. “That feels nice.” Her voice is husky. “Except, I don’t think I’ll be able to sit down for a while.” She glances at me. “Would you do me a favour and fetch Becca from school?”

  I give her a smile. “I don’t see why not. We’re neighbours. No one will be surprised.” I drop my face and our mouths come together, my nose brushing her cheek as my tongue thrusts between her lips. Fuck, she tastes good. A mixture of sweet milky coffee and sex. She runs her fingers through my beard and I deepen the kiss. God, how I want to fuck her. But I force myself to step back. “Got to run, Catrin. I’ll return as soon as possible.”

  I break the speed limit driving down the road to the village. There’s no one about, so I take the risk and only slow down as I approach the school. I’m late by about ten minutes, and the yard is empty. Where the fuck are Ben and Becca? My pulse hammers in my throat.

  I push open the car door and race into the entrance foyer, down the corridor to their classroom. Miss Simkins, their teacher, looks up from her desk as I storm into the room. “Have you seen my son?”