Ruthless: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Piper Stone

  “You will never talk to anyone who enters this house, including Mrs. Saltori. She’s off limits.”

  “Are you afraid I’ll say something to discredit you or perhaps finally manage to persecute you and what’s left of your demented family?”

  I’d had enough. I knew exactly what she was doing, pushing every button and she’d succeeded in ruining our first dinner together. After wiping my mouth on the napkin, I tossed it and shoved everything away, one of the dishes shattering on the floor. Growling, I jerked out of my chair and within three strides, wrenched her onto her feet. “You will learn manners, young lady. You will learn to obey me and by God, you will not make fun of my life or my world.”

  “I have no intention of following your orders. You are nothing to me except a corrupt self-imposed king of the underworld pretending to be a man, you twisted fuck.”

  My fingers wrapped around her lovely throat and her pulse of life was firmly placed in my hand. There wasn’t a portion of me longing to hurt her in any permanent fashion. She was far too important to me. However, I would tame her, use her in the most vile, immoral manners. I held her, tilting my head back and forth. I’d never experienced such extreme disobedience. “You’re correct in that I’m everything nightmares are created from, Dr. Mason. I have no conscience. I have no fear. I may seem demented in your mind since your life has been about compassion and kindness, far from the real world, but I assure you that I’m cold and calculating. That alone has kept me alive. Your instinct was to run from me and you were right, only it’s too late. I am the only man who can eradicate the real monsters hell bent on destroying you. An attempt has already been made on my life. It will happen again. What do you think will happen to you when it does?”

  Veridi shuddered visibly, her eyes glistening as tears formed, but she refused to give in, setting her jaw in a clench as if daring me to wipe it off. A soft blush formed over her cheeks, heat not only from humiliation but a peeling away of her many layers. I was close to unearthing the true woman inside. “You’re a bigger fool than I thought if you believe my life has been about unicorns and rainbows. We all have difficulties, Giovanni. We all have worries, the kind that keep us awake at night. And we all have a past we’d like to run from. It’s what you do with the rest of your life that matters. You wouldn’t know how to be compassionate if your life depended on it.”

  The words were sharp-tongued, cutting through me in a manner I hadn’t anticipated.

  “Forget everything you learned about relationships, Veridi. Valiant knights on massive white steeds no longer exist. The only thing left in this bleak and worthless world is the predator and his prey. You were hunted. You were captured. Now, you belong to me. You feel ashamed? Well, the sooner you release what pride you still have left, the easier it will be for you. I will not let you go, nor will I tolerate anything but your absolute submission.”

  Her blatant insolence remained, burning a hole in my tolerance.

  I dragged her over my knees, yanking up the dress in the process. She’d chosen not to wear any panties, another tactic of seduction that had failed.

  Veridi undulated across my lap, shoving her already wet pussy against my legs. I was almost blinded by desire, ready to ravage every inch of her body. First things first. She would learn about harsh discipline. I didn’t waste any time, smacking her bottom from right to left with solid, harsh strokes.

  “I hate you, you mother fucking asshole!”

  I didn’t bother answering, continuing to spank her like the bad child she’d become. I could continue this all night if necessary. My hand stung as I peppered her bottom, moving from one ass cheek to the other, as well as smacking her upper thighs.

  Yet the sensations made me feel that much more alive.

  She wiggled constantly, the table thwarting her attempt to throw back her arm for protection. “Stop! You horrible monster!”

  “This is what you’ll receive ten times a day if necessary and trust me, the punishment I dole out you’ll remember for days to come.” I pushed back my anger, rationalizing what I was doing. She needed this. She deserved this.

  Perhaps we both knew this was the only answer. She would obey if she wanted to stay alive.

  After another twenty, I paused, taking a deep breath. Spots formed in front of my eyes, creating a haze that troubled me. I couldn’t continue, at least not now. Her bottom had gone from a warm blush to a vivid red, my guess the very reason for the foggy vision. I gathered her into my arms, holding her on my lap and controlling my breathing.

  Shaking, her skin glowed, shimmering in the candlelight. “I. Hate. You.”

  I brushed hair from her eyes, hissing as she flinched. “Hate me all you want but I will take care of you, Veridi. That is my promise to you and whether or not you like the concept, I am the only person who can keep you alive.”

  Her reactions were quick but not nearly as much as mine. I snagged her hand a split second before she struck, clamping down on her fingers until she moaned.

  “You can’t keep me locked away my entire life. Someone will come looking for me. I have friends. I do have people who care about me, Gio. I’m not your toy.”

  She had parents she’d never mentioned and there wasn’t a single photograph of them in her house. There were no pets, an ex-boyfriend who’d already been on two other dates, and no other living relatives that I’d been able to find. While hospital representatives would eventually contact the local Columbus police, they would find no evidence of a kidnapping of any kind. “Will you abide by my rules knowing that I will keep you alive at all costs?”

  She laughed bitterly, glaring at the hold I had on her hand. “How can I deny such a generous deal? Besides, where can I possibly go that you won’t find me?”

  Perhaps she fully understood. “Nowhere.”

  Chapter Ten

  Veridi

  Rules. The asshole had spit the barrage of bullshit out of his mouth as if he’d practiced it. Did he really think I was going to do as he asked? He was in his element, far more dominating than he’d been at my house. I didn’t want to admit defeat, but knowing I was back in Chicago left me cold and anxious. I hated the city almost as much as I loathed the man who sat stroking me like I was a prized pet, purring at his feet.

  That was never going to happen.

  And he had the audacity to cut a deal.

  I was repulsed, anxiety tipping the scales. His heated gaze lingered, much like it had before, making my skin tingle, white-hot heat searing every inch. Even his breathing was far too intimate. I could feel him losing control, his eyes more like liquid pools of fire. God, I hated him.

  Then why was I still so attracted to Gio, his sexual innuendos keeping my nipples erect and aching? I just noticed the five o’clock shadow as he’d had before, adding to his dark and dangerous appearance. I thought of him as being perfect and immaculate, every hair in place, his expensive suits no doubt tailor made for his near perfect physique. Tonight he was mussed, unshaven and his thick hair unruly, his casual shirt clinging to his broad, sculpted chest in the most provocative manner. Fuck, my mouth was dry, a tickle in my throat threatening to give me away.

  He slid his finger along the side of my face, flicking the tip back and forth across my earlobe. Exhaling, he continued the trail, gently tracing my jaw then down my neck, encircling the bones in my shoulder. My skin seemed extra sensitive, much like my emotions.

  “Don’t,” I dared whisper. There was no more saying no to this man. I’d accepted the deal.

  “Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you now?”

  “No,” I managed, taking several deep breaths as he moved his finger between my cleavage, allowing more pressure. My legs dangled to the side, my bare feet barely touching the floor. Instead of being uncomfortable, I was content in the position.

  Shameful girl. Sinful girl.

  The chastising words did little to stop my body’s reactions.

  “Pleasure and pain.”

  I was drawn into the
intense memory inside the bathroom, the experience still leaving quivers. I envisioned the rope wound around my small wrists, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

  His cologne was intoxicating, filling my nostrils until my mouth finally watered. In his black jeans and tight midnight Henley, he had the same rugged handsomeness as before, only the recent assassination attempt had hardened him even more. His once dancing green eyes were black as coal, full of the need for revenge as well as his profound lust for me.

  Carnal lust, the kind predicated by an unhealthy obsession.

  This man I feared the most.

  Gio kept me on his lap, allowing me to fully understand his continued desire as his cock pressed between my naked thighs, the dress remaining bunched at my hips. His words haunted me, a less than poignant reminder of just how dangerous he truly was. Was there an actual contract on my life? I would never know, but in just saying the words, I had a better understanding of my position.

  I’d gotten into bed with the Mafia.

  “You really are a beautiful woman.” Sliding his hand underneath the bodice of my dress, he rubbed three fingers back and forth across my nipple.

  I shuddered, hearing my own heart beating.

  “And very special to me.” Gio pinched, twisting as he lifted his gaze, his nostrils flaring.

  The pain was delicious. “Yes, sir.”

  He lifted a single eyebrow as he tugged first one strap of the dress down then the other, taking his time before exposing my breasts. “A woman as gorgeous as you should never be allowed to wear clothing. Spectacular.”

  And I felt more gorgeous than I ever had before.

  He eased his hand behind my neck, his strong fingers spreading open as he leaned me back, issuing a series of savage and very guttural sounds. His hot breath was like molten lava, the heat skittering across my skin.

  I closed my eyes, pretending that this was any other man, but the feel of his throbbing cock pressing into me was the kind of powerful draw that had pulled me into him before. Even through the thickness of the denim, I felt every pulse. I was so wet, my pussy clenching, and I felt the longing to ride him like a wild stallion. I was mortified as my own desires, the shame branding a scar into my chest. Even the wafting of my feminine wiles was another admittance of my body’s acquiescence. I wasn’t the same woman from a week before, already broken into something else. He’d captured me long before he took me from my home, mesmerizing me with his control.

  I was his toy. His obsession.

  Another growl was followed by his tongue slicing back and forth across my hardened bud. He cupped my breast, squeezing as he licked, the husky sounds erupting from his throat feral in nature. Moving his mouth to my other breast, he engulfed my nipple, taking the tender flesh between his teeth and biting down.

  “Oh!” The strangled sound left my mouth before I could stop myself, tingling sensations like bottle rockets rushing throughout every cell. I was entrenched in his masterful hands once again, unable to stop my body’s reaction.

  He pinched my aureole with enough pressure I yelped, chuckling darkly as he eased back. “You respond to my every touch.”

  “Yes, I...”

  Yanking me up, our lips were just touching, our heavy breaths cascading across each other. I slid my arms around his shoulders, craving more of his touch. Nothing about this was right, but everything was exactly what I craved. He intertwined his fingers in my hair as he held me, darting his tongue around my lips. “I want you.”

  There was nothing left to say, no words that would stop the madness. He crushed his lips over mine and pulled me in closer, the kiss becoming a passionate roar. The moment he thrust his tongue inside, I quivered uncontrollably, my muscles tensing. How could a simple kiss become such an act of ownership? But with every passing second, there was no doubt what he wanted.

  Every inch of me, body and soul.

  I clung to him, running my fingers through his thick mane of hair as our tongues entwined, dancing back and forth in the sweetest rhapsody. I could feel his heart beating as ragged as mine as I pressed my hand against his chest, clutching his shirt. My legs were straddled around him and I began to rock, moving forward and backward until the friction lit me on fire.

  The intimate moment became more savage, his muscles tensing as he held me. A sudden yank brought my head to an awkward angle as he nipped my bottom lip and chin, moving to suck on my neck right at my pulse of life. Whether the action was a reminder or merely a threat of his capabilities, I had no idea, but with every trace of his tongue and every touch of his fingers, I lost the ability to focus.

  You can’t like this. You can’t want this.

  I thought the mantra over and over again, hating myself for not shutting down.

  I realized his hands had moved to the hem of my dress, breaking the kiss long enough to tug then yank the material over my head, tossing it all the way across the room. I was naked in his arms, a wafting chill sweeping over my body.

  His expression carnal, he rubbed his palms down the length of my spine. “I need to be inside of you.” The command wasn’t to be questioned.

  He rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lips, painting them with his own body’s stain.

  I couldn’t speak, stars floating in front of my eyes.

  “Undress me.”

  Easing off his lap, I kept my eyes locked onto his as I unfastened his belt, chills continuing to trickle down my arms and legs from the feel of the leather stroking against my fingers. He would use this again, spanking me at will for the slightest infraction.

  Like a bad little girl.

  Gio leaned back in the chair, his chest rising and falling. His expression was dangerously sullen, darkness sweeping over him leaving shadows flittered around his face. The effect was ominous. The man was going to devour me. When I jerked the button, struggling with the zipper, he chuckled again, allowing the sound to linger. He pinched and twisted my nipple before pointing to the space below him.

  I eased onto the floor, crawling between his legs and removing his boots. I ran my fingers up along the insides of his cloth-covered thighs, peeling apart the flaps and drinking in his scent. He was rugged yet refined, a dichotomy of the male species. I couldn’t take my eyes off his as I struggled to lower his jeans, tugging past his chiseled hips. The second I did, he yanked his shirt over his head, leaving me breathless with anticipation.

  As well as anxiety.

  For accepting this deal, one with the devil himself, I knew I’d lose what was left of my humanity.

  He leaned over, taking both sides of my face into his hands. “You will learn that submitting will set you free.” A curl on his upper lip, he slid his hands down my arms, guiding one of my hands to his thick cock. “Do you see what you do to me?”

  “Yes.” There was a part of my mind that would forever fight what I’d allowed to happen, another letting go because I simply didn’t have the choice. I twisted my hand around and around his shaft, pumping up and down. The thickness filled my hand, my skin sliding over the bulging veins as his cock throbbed. I slid my other hand between his legs, fondling his tight balls.

  “Mmmm...” His look intimidating, he took several deep breaths as I rolled his testicles between my fingers.

  The expression on his face darkening, he allowed my actions for a few seconds before reaching down and lifting me with ease. I felt small in his hands, frail even though I was considered tall. Every muscle teemed as he held me aloft, licking his lips in appreciation. When he thrust me all the way down, his cock filling me, he threw his head back and roared. “Fuck!”

  The fire had been ignited once again, explosive heat searing into every cell and muscle. I whimpered, my muscles stretching to accept the thick invasion. I was shaken to the core, every emotion shoved into overdrive. He kept his hands on my hips, forcing me to rock, to ride him hard and fast. I shifted, using my strong leg muscles, pretending I hated this, even as my body responded. So wet. So hot.

  He leaned back again, tilt
ing his head from side to side, watching my every move. A smile crossed his face mere seconds before he jerked up, forcing my legs around his hips, his throbbing cock still buried deep inside. A laugh bubbled to his lips, almost demonic in nature as he jutted his pelvis forward and backward, fucking me savagely. “Remember. You’re not in control.”

  Leaning over, he raked his hands across the table. I was shocked at the move, glasses and plates tumbling to the floor, shattering in hundreds of pieces. Gulping for air, a tremor of fear created goosebumps. He laid me down, lifting my legs and placing both feet on one shoulder. “Now, I fuck you.” He slammed his cock in and out, plunging in brutal actions. He rubbed my legs with one hand as his powerful motions drove in a crazed manner. Even his eyes appeared dilated, hypnotizing in ways I couldn’t understand.

  I was thrown into a wild ride of pure ecstasy, his forceful motions pushing me up and down on the table. I was nothing but a rag doll. He yanked me up, my bottom completely off the table and the switch in the angle drove me almost instantly into a ravaging climax.

  “Oh. Oh!” I tossed my head back and forth, taking deep breaths as my vision became blurred. Everything about this man was unbridled, his actions crazed and frenetic. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sensations, but they came fast and furious, my toes and legs tingling.

  “I want you to come. You need to come for me when I tell you and how often I command,” he demanded, powering his cock harder and faster.

  I wanted to scream out, to deny him anything that might allude to submission, but my body refused to comply. He brought me to a climax then pulled back, shifting the angle again.

  And waiting. The fucker was making me beg for it, pleading him to allow the pleasure.

  “I want to come.”

  “Will you do so when I say?” Gio smacked my bottom several times, sharp and crisp. He rubbed his fingers across my exposed pussy lips, dipping his finger beside his cock.

  “Yes. Yes!” I became the crazy one, moaning and clenching my pussy. As he began again, the rhythm picking up in speed, I slapped my hands over my head, struggling to hold on.