Captive of the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance Novel

by Alexis Abbott

  He retracts his hand from my clit, and a rough slap cracks across my ass cheek.

  “Mmm, I love watching this ass of yours ripple and shake like that,” he growls at me, the stinging in my red ass cheeks at least distracting from the intensity of his dick straining my ass.

  And his words, his spoken desire... It’s like the mess I got myself into last night is finally melting away, and we’re back to normal with one another. Back to where we should be. That’s worth more than the pain, more than the punishment.

  “You’re too big,” I gasp, my head dizzy with the intoxication of our sex.

  He smacks my ass again to remind me of who is in charge; of what matters here. I narrowly avoided death, and compared to that, I suppose having Dimitri’s thick, throbbing cock up my ass isn’t so bad.

  Though maybe I should rethink that, because he’s thrusting back in now, faster than before and my eyes are rolling back into my head with the intensity of it. A low, guttural sound escaping my throat as he’s holding my hips and ass, and making me his.

  “Take it,” he hisses, sliding his hand back around to pet my aching pussy, to soothe my straining ass. “Be a good little girl for once,” he growls as his hips begin to see-saw back and forth, pumping my rear full of his meaty shaft.

  The dam breaks, and all the pain and exhaustion is swept away by wave after wave of intense pleasure. I scream into the blanket, my entire body igniting with sensation. I writhe, try to escape him, the ecstasy growing too much, too fast, but it’s useless. He’s too strong, holding me right where he needs me as my body pulses and clenches his cock.

  That tight milking of his shaft makes him moan, and I know he’s close. I had him close when he was inside my pussy still. But even as his dick tenses, throbs, he pushes on, building up his pace just a little more, those heavy, cum-laden balls of his smacking against my pussy and clit as he starts to abandon caution. Starts to fuck my ass rougher.

  My scream intensifies, as does all the sensations in my body. I almost feel ready to cry, not because it hurts, but just because it is the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced. Spying on the mob, getting caught, being spanked and fucked by a man that I love?

  It’s enough to nearly blow my mind.

  Or maybe it already has, because as he’s pounding my ass, making those cheeks jiggle with each impact, I’m only realizing that I’m already mid-scream, crying out as he’s fucking me like a banshee gone wild. All the while he’s moaning and tightening that steely grip upon my body, making me his. Completely his.

  He pants, gasps, and his leanly muscled body is coated in a sheen of perspiration as he grows closer to his own finale. To the point of no return. Unable to hold it off any longer I can feel him swell within me, straining the narrow little canal of my ass as he’s about to blow.

  “Take it.” He tweaks my clit one final time, pinching that sensitive bundle. “Take it!” he exclaims a mere moment before his balls finish tightening, and he unloads. Thick, creamy streams of his seed blasting into my ass, filling up my rear as I cry out and lose my mind with the blend of sensations, all extreme.

  The minutes blur together, his body weight dropped atop mine, both of us spent and exhausted. The sun is high in the sky, and neither of us have slept a wink.

  But still, he has enough control over himself to pull back, disappearing to the bathroom and returning with the washcloth. Even after all that, he still cares. He still pampers me.

  Cruel, brutal, ruthless. Dimitri’s all those things, but he’s tender and caring as he uses that warm cloth to clean up the creamy white seed that drools from my gaping hole. He strokes my hair with one hand, leaning in and kissing my temple, all as he tidies away the mess he’d made of my abused little pucker.

  “You did very well,” he says in a low husky. “When you were not disobeying, that is.”

  It makes me laugh, and I’m so grateful that the tension between us has faded, at least for now. He leaves for another moment, coming back with a small little ointment bottle, opening it and putting some of the clear jelly on his finger before rubbing it on the fleshy part of my ass where he’d struck.

  His powerful hand makes careful little swirls to rub the soothing balm into my flesh, dulling the sting and ache of his punishment. Chasing away the rough edge of its hurt to leave only the twinge of its memory.

  Moments later and he’s pulling the pillows from beneath me, throwing them back to the head of the bed before he closes the blinds, blocking out the burning sun.

  “For now, we sleep. We’ll talk about what we’re going to do next tonight,” he says as he returns to bed with me, tugging my half-conscious body into his. He’s so strong and warm, and in seconds, I’m asleep.

  20

  When I finally wake up, it’s already getting dark, and Dimitri’s not in bed with me but I can smell something amazing. I grab one of Dimitri’s shirts, my butt still smarting from my earlier punishment. I glance at it in the mirror and see angry red streaks across it, but instead of feeling embarrassed or upset, they bring me a sense of strange calm that I’ve never felt before.

  I pad out to the kitchen where there’s takeout bags littered along the table and a banquet atop the fine wood.

  “Ah, I figured you’d be waking soon,” he says, and his smile is... sweet. That dangerous edge, that anger that I know he felt, has disappeared, replaced with the Dimitri I knew. The sweet, seductive, rebellious Dimitri.

  I’m not scared, and that fact is the only thing that bothers me.

  “I ordered from Chinar.” I recognize it as a Russian restaurant we went to once or twice with our parents.

  “I didn’t know they delivered.”

  He shrugs.

  “I sent someone.”

  I raise my brow but don’t push it. Instead, I look at the feast before me.

  “Dimitri, I can’t eat all this.”

  He shakes his head as he joins me at the table. It hurts to sit, but it’s just a reminder of what we’ve done, what he’s done to me, and it sends a thrill to my loins. My nipples stiffen against my shirt, and I pray he doesn’t notice.

  “You need to eat. To heal up.” He begins to point out the dishes to me, making sure I know the difference between the Venison and the rack of lamb, the salmon spring rolls and the smoked duck breast with berries. In the center lay a small tray of what looks like French pastries, and my mouth is watering like mad. I’ve not eaten in almost a day, and I’m starving.

  He pours up two glasses of wine, waiting for me to take my first few bites and moan my appreciation before his expression darkens.

  “How long did you stay at the charity ball?”

  I can’t say I didn’t anticipate the interrogation.

  “An hour, maybe longer. I ran into Samantha, you remember her?”

  He nods, and my gaze falls towards the food.

  “Dimitri, did you know my father left me a trust?”

  “I had assumed he’d have left you something, da.”

  “She said dad was worth 1.1 billion dollars.”

  He nods again, as if this were common knowledge. And I guess it is, I’d just never wanted to know. After I lost everything, I tried to cut that part of my life completely out so that I wouldn’t miss the money or the ease of living. I told myself it made me stronger to be poor and embrace it, and that lamenting it would just be me living in the past.

  “I’m supposed to get it when I turn 21, I guess. And with Rebecca’s passing, I guess you’re going to get something as well.”

  He leans back in the chair, looking at me with a calm expression on his face.

  “Then we will go see the lawyer in the morning. We’ve been putting her off for long enough.”

  My shoulders relax and I take in a deep breath.

  “Thanks, Dimitri.”

  “Sure. We will go in the afternoon, after making an appearance at the office.”

  The office. I haven’t even thought about going back to work. Not that I even really have a job anymore, t
hat I know of. After Rebecca died, after all, my reason for working there disappeared.

  The fact that I haven’t even wondered about where my rent would come from this month, though, tells me that maybe I didn’t distance myself from being wealthy as much as I thought. I’d just assumed Dimitri would take care of me.

  My eyes lift to his, and there’s so many questions between us, but instead, we continue to eat in silence.

  21

  “I’m sorry, Ms. Fairfax, but all that remains in your trust today is five hundred and seventeen thousand dollars. It seems that, without oversight, the trustee withdrew the rest and it is... unaccounted for in her will.”

  The lawyer’s words become fuzzy and I lean back in my chair. Dimitri’s hand rests atop of mine in a supportive manner, but I can feel the tension bristling through him.

  “That said, she did have numerous business holdings, as well as her investment account which houses six-hundred-million dollars, all of which is left to her sole remaining child, Mr. Brokov.”

  Dimitri’s jaw tenses, and if he could, I’m sure he’d breathe fire.

  “I am not her sole remaining child,” he sneers, and the mousy lawyer gives me an apologetic smile.

  “I’m only reciting what’s in her last will and testament. Along with her business holdings and investments, you are also to inherit her Long Island home, and her Cyprus vacation home.”

  “When will the arrangements be made?”

  “Well, Ms. Fairfax will receive the balance of her trust upon her twenty-first birthday, as previously agreed. Unfortunately, if you want the full balance of your original trust, you would traditionally have to have to contest the will, stating that she wasn’t allowed to bequeath the money to Mr. Brokov as it was part of your trust.”

  Dimitri tightens his hand on mine. “It’s fine. We can work it out without that,” he says, looking at me for my agreement, but it’s all too much of a haze. I don’t understand.

  “Unfortunately, I also have on file a legal contract, signed by you, stating that you will not sue for more money upon being paid the five hundred and seventeen thousand in your trust, and that contract extends to her estate.”

  The document Rebecca had me sign. I had no idea...

  “How much was originally in my trust when my father passed?”

  “Eight hundred million. He intended for you to get nearly everything aside from his properties.”

  I sit back, taking in a deep breath.

  “Eight hundred million. She’s leaving Dimitri six hundred million, and there’s half a million left in my trust. Where did the rest of the money go?”

  The lawyer gives an apologetic, though tight, smile.

  “Business investments aren’t guaranteed Ms. Fairfax. I’m sure when Mr. Brokov is sent the documents, he will find most of the money is tied up in her businesses and properties. Now, if you’ll just sign these documents, I can start the process.”

  Dimitri looks at me, standing up. Anger darkens his eyes, his entire body seeming coiled like a snake, waiting for his chance to strike.

  “Send the documents to my office. I’ll review them with my lawyer before signing.”

  22

  “Did you know about this?” I ask, my anger bubbling to the surface despite seeing how pissed off Dimitri is.

  He looks offended as he drives us towards his condo, his body still tense.

  “Of course I didn’t know. I figured your trust was safe and sound.”

  I sneer out the window, my hand pounding down on the armrest.

  “Damn it! It’s not even the money, it’s that she lied to me! And then she fucking hires me to go work in your company with a promise of a big payoff when that payoff is just my trust. A fraction of my trust.”

  He sighs, his grip still tight on the wheel.

  “She must’ve been embezzling it through her companies and that damned goombah. Though embezzling through my own company... She must’ve been desperate.”

  “Wait, what?” Rebecca embezzling through Dimitri’s company? She’d hired me to look into his books, but I figured he was skimming off the top. That he was laundering dirty money through his company.

  He looks at me with a furrowed brow, seeming just as confused as me.

  “Sarah... that’s why she hired you, isn’t it? To get a look at my books, to find loopholes?”

  “She never told me why, but I just... I figured you were taking some off the top.”

  “Bozhe moi,” he curses under his breath. “Of course I was taking some off the top. That’s what I was hired to do. The company is set up to be a legal front. But I was starting to get suspicious after she put me in charge, looking into things too closely. It wasn’t adding up, what we were giving to the bosses and what we were bringing in.”

  “Then why would Rebecca want me looking into it?”

  “Because she was skimming off their percent, Da? Sending it to those damned Italians. But that money wasn’t in her will. It’s missing.”

  I lean back in the passenger seat, watching as the streets of Brooklyn whip by.

  “You were hired to spy on me, Sarah?”

  “Oh come on, don’t be so surprised I’d do that, Dimitri. Especially after how you abandoned me when Rebecca kicked me out.”

  A brief hint of sorrow crosses his face, and he pulls over into an alleyway, turning off the vehicle and facing me.

  “Sarah, you know why I did that now, right?”

  I shake my head. I have ideas, but none that make me feel better about it.

  He licks his lips, choosing his words carefully.

  “When I got home that night, a few hours after you, mom was up and in the kitchen. She called me in. She asked where I’d been and I lied. I told her I was with my friends, but she saw right through me. I still don’t know how, whether she was having me tailed or not, but she knew I was with you. She knew that when I lied, it was because I had something to hide.”

  I cringe with embarrassment. I had no idea about any of this. Rebecca kicked me out the next morning, and that was the last I ever heard from Dimitri.

  “Oh.”

  “That... that’s not all. We got into a fight. I told her that I was leaving the life, the Bratva. She’d have none of it. She brought up my father, all the sacrifices he’d made for the family. All the sacrifices she’d made to ensure we would bring more value to the Bratva, so that they’d promote me young.”

  I can’t meet his eyes anymore. I know where the story is going. All the pieces are falling into place, and I don’t want to hear the rest, but I can’t bring myself to interrupt him. His hand goes to my leg, squeezing it in a comforting manner.

  “She told me that if I ever contacted you again that she would have you killed. That you’re too soft, like your mother, and couldn’t handle this life. I guess that’s why she wanted to offer you a lump sum payout before your trust matured, so that she could get your signature that said you’d never sue or try to get any more money from her. She wanted you out of our lives forever, Sarah. And I thought... I tried to believe it’d be so easy.”

  Tears are threatening to spill from my eyes and I try to hold them back. I hate being so emotional, but I can’t help it. Not when he’s telling me all the reasons why he left me that had nothing to do with me not being good enough. It’s such an intense rush of pain and joy, and my breath catches.

  “Sarah, I’ve not been with anyone else since. Sure I flirt, or go to dinner parties, but I never connected with anyone. Not like with you. And when you came back, I hoped it meant that you had Rebecca’s blessing. I found out she’d met with you before I saw you in the coffee shop, so I hoped it was safe, even though I knew that with me, you’d never be safe. It’s not just Rebecca that’d love to hurt me.”

  I sob and he squeezes my leg harder, moving in towards me. It’s awkward in the car, but he manages to pull me closer.

  “Sarah, I’ve loved you since you were seventeen and you got that tattoo. I’ve loved you every day since, and it ki
lled me to have to cut you out. But you’re still not safe with me.”

  “I should have a choice about that,” I manage out in a soft, uncertain voice. “You can’t make it for me.”

  “I know. I’ve... I’ve tried, Sarah, to push you away, but at every turn you’re one step ahead. You’re smarter than me, and stupider all at once.”

  It makes me laugh, and his thumb brushes along my cheek.

  “I need you, but if you’re really smart, you’ll walk away. I don’t need all that money, and it’s rightfully yours. You can take it and start a new life for yourself, find someone safe. Boring, even,” he says and I wonder if that’s his attempt to dissuade me from listening to him. Some subconscious effort to make me turn away from tedium and run into his dangerous arms.

  “Dimitri, I couldn’t even stay at the party for an evening. That life isn’t for me.”

  “So? Go, do your own thing. Travel, see the world. Hide your wealth and just do whatever you please. Work as an accountant for the C.I.A. if you want a real rush. Somewhere where you won’t get hurt.”

  I shake my head, and all the tears I’ve tried to contain start to fall.

  “Dimitri, I’ve missed you so bad. I can’t leave you now.”

  His thumb wipes away a tear as it rolls down my cheek.

  “I’ve gotten you in too deep because I’ve been selfish. I’ve wanted you close. But last night... If Viktor had spotted you, there’d be no way to talk him out of it.”

  “Then I’ll stop. I won’t follow you.”

  “You’ve promised me that before.”

  “But now I know, right? I know everything, and... I know there’s things I’m better off not knowing.”

  “You are.”

  “Please don’t make me leave, Dimitri.”

  He sighs, his large chest rising and falling.

  “I can’t make you leave this time, Sarah. I can’t bring myself to want that. But I want you to leave me for your own good.”

  “My own good is being with the man I love.”