Owned by the Mafia Bad Boy (Books 1 - 4)

by Raven Dark

  “Holy fuck. Don’t stop.”

  He did, and as soon as I saw the hardened look on his face, I realized my mistake. Damn, I was in trouble, and the thought made my pussy wetter.

  Without warning, he shoved me back against the couch cushions until I lay across them and his hand gripped my jaw, like before, a firm hold. I thought he was going to kiss me, some kind of mean, punishing kiss, but instead, he jerked my head to the side, pinning it there while the other hand tangled in my hair. I winced at the faint sting of pain on my scalp that made my muscles turn to jelly. His breath heated my ear.

  “I told you when we came in here, you don’t tell me what to do, girl. You take what I give you, and nothing more. Is that clear?”

  The low, growled sound of his voice had me panting with the urge to beg him to take me, while the menacing hold he had on me sent my blood racing. My nipples bunched, begging to be sucked.

  “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

  He nipped my ear, almost too hard, then licked away the sting and I squirmed, whimpering in desperation. I’d never needed to be fucked so badly in my wildest dreams.

  Not daring to move, I waited, trying to relax and just let him do what he wanted. If I begged or tried to change what happened in the smallest way, he’d drag my torment out.

  Slowly, he released my chin and his hot palms slid down my front, across my stomach to the waist of my pants, all while his mouth left a trail of fire along my neck to my bare shoulder. His shadow of a beard scraped my skin, and he angled his head the other way, leaving the same hot trail along my other shoulder to my throat.

  Hands sliding through his silky hair, I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from begging for something much more than kisses. He took my wrists and shoved them into the arm rest behind my head.

  “Keep your hands there.”

  I grinned, but left them lying on the rest. He ignored my aching breasts entirely and licked and sucked his way down the line between them, along my stomach and lower. At some point he’d undone my jeans, because now he tugged them and my underwear down.

  The way he was looking at my pussy, taking in the trimmed cherry hair that covered my sex, made self consciousness flood me in a wave. I stiffened, reaching for him without thinking. “Wait…”

  He lifted his head. The gentleness in his eyes surprised me. “What did I say about your hands?”

  “I just…are you going to…”

  “What? Eat you? Yes. I want to taste every inch of you. Just relax, girl. I’ll make you come real nice.”

  “Oh, shit.” I chuckled nervously, but obeyed, lying back. Why was it so hard to trust him just then? To just let go and put my pleasure in his hands? I didn’t know, but I’d never felt so vulnerable and exposed before.

  Whoever this beautiful man was, he tossed my pants and underwear aside, stripping me bare. Then he spread my legs to either side of him and settled between my thighs with practiced ease that both unsettled and fascinated me. I hated the idea of him tasting another woman like this, and yet that same experience made me needier for him. He would master my pleasure in a way only a man with knowledge of a woman’s body would do.

  Self-consciousness mounted as his head lowered, but with the first hot, wet flick of his tongue, all my anxiety fled on a bolt of pure pleasure. I arched my back, gripping the arm rest. “Oh, wow.”

  A triumphant growl rumbled from him and he put that magical tongue to work, lapping at my clit, exploring my already soaked center. Eating every inch of it like he owned it. Waves of pleasure rocked through me, putting any of the rapture I’d felt at my own touch easily to shame. Soon I was spreading my legs wider and bucking against his mouth, greedy for more.

  “Stay still.” His hands seized my hips and pinned them while he slowed his torment, tongue swirling around my clit and stroking through my folds. I gripped the armrest with both hands, whimpering. Lifted my head, watching him devour me. So hot, watching him get me off.

  “God, I can’t take anymore.” I put my head back.

  “You take what I tell you to take.” He barely stopped long enough to speak, and then lapped up more of my juices.

  “Fuck, you’re making me crazy. Please, don’t tease me anymore.”

  Slowly, he lifted his head and the menace in his eyes made my pussy weep. He straightened and undid his belt, unzipped his pants. “Since you like to use that mouth of yours so much, we’ll put it to better use.”

  I bit my lip, every ounce of my blood on fire, the intense need to come rooting deep. My mouth watered with the need to taste him, to feel him controlling what I did to him. “You’re a bastard, Sir.”

  “Keep mouthing off and I’ll make it worse.” He sat back on the couch, knees spread, pants undone. “Get on your knees in front of me.”

  Knees weak with need, I slowly got up and walked in front of him. Apparently he didn’t like my dragging this out, because he grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my knees.

  “Impatient much?” All right, so I liked riling him. Especially when his eyes hardened every time I sassed him.

  He leaned forward a moment and closed a fist around my hair. “Unless you want me to tan that sweet ass of yours, don’t play with me, girl.”

  The thought of those huge palms stinging my ass nearly made me groan, except if he spanked me, it would mean putting off getting fucked. I nodded, lowering my eyes. Waiting for his demands. Hoping he’d order me to suck him, dreading that I might do it wrong and embarrass myself.

  “Take my cock out and suck it.”

  “I…” I let my eyes lift to the ceiling, cheeks flaming. His fingers stroked my nape, surprisingly gentle.

  “What is it?”

  “I don’t know how to do this.”

  “I know. I’ll show you.”

  Again, I pushed myself to trust him, to allow myself to be vulnerable to him. Hands shaking, I reached into his pants and closed my hand around his hard length. The feel of it intrigued me; it felt so hard, it was like steel, yet the skin was smooth and soft, like silk. I slid it out, noticing the slight curve to the length, the thick vein that ran up the side. My hand barely closed around it’s girth, and at six feet, my hands weren’t small.

  “I don’t know if I can take you. You’re big.”

  “You can.” He smirked. “You will. First with your mouth, and then every other way I want.”

  He guided my head down until my mouth was inches from the head of his cock, then stopped. Waiting for me to take him in. I drew in a breath and took him into my mouth, sliding my lips down a few inches of his length. His taste inundated me, hot, masculine musk that coated my tongue and filled my nostrils, intoxicating me. My nipples hardened to points and I groaned, bobbed my head, slid my mouth up and down. I loved the feel of him, hard and needy.

  An incredibly sexy moan left him, masculine and carnal. He leaned back on the couch and I stopped, watching him put his head back, listening to the long breath he let out, as if he was letting go of something.

  “Don’t even think about stopping, girl.” His hand on my nape moved to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair and pushing my head down toward him again.

  Eagerly, I slid my mouth around him again, sucking in the cockhead. Letting my tongue swirl experimentally around his heat.

  “Jesus, you feel amazing. Do that again.”

  I did.

  He pushed my head down further, making me take more of him. “That’s so good. Suck on it. Harder. Take the whole thing.”

  The hardness in my nipples turned almost painful and my neglected pussy clenched. I slid my mouth up and down slowly, savoring every stroke. He continued to direct me, taking what he wanted, his every demand heightening my need. I let go, allowing him total control.

  There was a certain intoxicating freedom in being able to just put myself in his hands and let him take the reins, simply existing to please him and trusting him to take care of my needs, too. There was no room for worry or self-consciousness or doubt. Only him.

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p; He filled my mouth, stretching my lips until my jaw ached a little, and when I stopped, dragging it out, he shoved my head down, pushing himself almost to the back of my throat.

  “You stop when I tell you to. Come on, you can do it.”

  The mix of command and encouragement made me smile around his dick. Amazing how he could be so unyielding and reassuring at the same time.

  I sucked hard like he wanted. He cursed. One hand holding my head in place, his hips bucked. I let go again, relaxing as he fucked my mouth, loving how he took his pleasure as if he owned me. His other hand gripped the base of his cock, keeping him from going too deep and giving me more than I was ready for.

  Once or twice I’d heard about deep-throating from guys at school, and I wanted to try it, wanted to feel him going as deep as he could, as hard as he wanted, but I appreciated his giving me that chance to acclimate to him. It made me profoundly sad there wouldn’t be another time, that I wouldn’t get to give him more than what he chose to take tonight.

  Realizing I wouldn’t have another opportunity to enjoy him, I angled my head for his fucking and savored the taste of him on my tongue.

  “Oh, yeah. Good girl. Let me fuck your mouth.” He sped up, fast hungry strokes and his fist tightened in my hair. “Oh, fuck, come here.”

  Next instant the world was a blur as he pulled me up to the couch and shoved me across it, then yanked my legs apart. He took a condom from somewhere, ripped open the package with his teeth and slid it on in one deft stroke.

  He was over me in an instant, crushing me to the cushions, rough hands pushing my knees up and out while the huge head of his cock spread my soaked pussy lips. He leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear.

  “You should not have come here, girl. You shouldn’t have showed up on that street corner. The things I’ve done… I’m not a good guy, Anika.”

  At his words, my heartbeat sped up, and doubts leaked in, cooling the fire he’d ignited in my blood. Had I made a mistake, or was he just playing the bad boy? For all I knew, he could be a criminal. I closed my eyes, blocking out the thoughts that threatened to ruin my one and only chance to just be with someone and not worry about my screwed up life or the choices I was making. After tonight, I wouldn’t see him again, so what did it matter what he was, or what he’d done in his past?

  I reached up and cradled his face in my hands, loving the strength in it, the roughness of his cheeks and jaw. The dark shadow of a beard gave him just the right aura of danger, but when I stroked his cheeks with my thumbs, smoothing out the fine lines there, his features softened. Emotion I couldn’t quite name filled his eyes. Regret? Sadness? Loneliness? All of the above?

  “It doesn’t matter.” I brushed away the thick blue-black wave of hair that fell over his tanned forehead. “It’s only us here tonight. Just you and me.”

  A low sigh left him and he turned his head, kissing my palm, then the other, a tender brush of his warm lips. “My perfect angel.” He kissed his way up one palm to my fingertips. “You deserve better than me.”

  I was about to scold him for insulting himself the way he had done to me, but I didn’t get the chance. He pushed my hands into the armrest again. For an instant, I felt the broad head of his cock brush my aching entrance.

  He paused. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I shook my head, wordlessly trying to tell him it was ok, I wanted him. He must have got the message, because he slid into me, slow and careful. Just a few inches at first, then when I winced and nodded, bracing myself on his shoulders, he pushed in a little further. His hands released mine and he propped himself up above me. I cursed and bit the back of my knuckles. The sting was intense, but I wanted what would follow it, wanted to give us both what we needed.

  “You okay?” He stilled and turned my face up to his. “Look at me.”

  I locked my eyes on his. The concern in them melted my heart. Whether or not he was a good man didn’t matter, he was good to me. “Yes, Sir. Please, I want this. Take what you need from me.”

  He groaned and his mouth crushed mine as he slid into me balls deep. The sudden tearing sensation hurt more than I expected and I whimpered against the kiss, raking my nails across his shoulders. He froze and lifted his head.

  “Anika?”

  I cupped his ass and pulled him deeper. “Don’t stop.”

  He slowly slid out, then back in. His lips trailed off mine, leaving hot kisses everywhere, on my neck, my cheeks, my shoulders, my throat. Pleasure mingled with the pain and I bit my lip to hold in another curse over his shoulder. I clawed at his back, and the muscles there bunched and flexed.

  “Fuck.” The desire in his voice made me wetter, made me claw deeper, which seemed to make him harder. He moaned and found his rhythm, taking me with long, masterful strokes.

  “You still have your clothes on, Sir.” I panted the words, grinning.

  “So? What are you going to do about it, girl?” He slowed a little and his tongue flicked between my lips.

  The implications in his words, that he could keep the dignity of remaining covered while my body had to be stripped and bared for his pleasure drove me wild.

  “Nothing, Sir. Absolutely nothing.”

  “That’s right.” He started up again, quickening his pace, making sure he buried himself deep every time. He grunted and seized my hair in his fist, devouring my mouth like it was made for him.

  The pain had since dissipated and pleasure shot through me with every thrust until I lay with my legs spread up and open, letting him fuck me at his leisure. His maddening kiss only heightened my arousal, and I clenched tighter around him, groaning into his mouth. I clawed at the front of his shirt, loving the feel of the silk under my fingers. Then I ran my hands down his back, to his bare ass, the only part of him that was exposed, feeling it bunch and flex with his thrusts. He quickened, thrusting harder, faster, breathing turning ragged, but made no move to control my hands.

  It surprised me he let me touch him. I imagined what we must look like, me splayed out across this billionaire’s fancy couch stripped naked, my legs spread wide while he pounded me. Shit, now I understood why some people liked to watch themselves fuck. I could live to watch this man take his fill.

  “Damn, you drive me crazy, girl.” He growled and savaged my mouth. “I could get lost in you.”

  “Oh, God, yes! Fuck!” I bucked my hips, meeting his thrusts, losing myself in our need until my climax rolled in, fast and hot.

  In a moment our hips were smashing together in a frenzy of grunts and curses. I clawed at the arm rest behind me with one hand, at his back with the other, head tossing back as my orgasm crashed over me. He sat up, grabbed my hips and slammed into me a few more times, and then his muscles flexed as he roared in release.

  When he stopped, he looked down at me, his lips twisting in a smirk as I panted, skin hot and beaded with sweat.

  “Good?” He ran his hands up and down my legs. I hoped there wasn’t the hint of stubble there, since I hadn’t shaved in two days.

  “God, yes.” I chuckled at the unfamiliar lethargy washing over me. Then I sat up as worry crept in. “For you too?”

  “Oh yeah. You were perfect. As I knew you’d be.” He dropped a kiss on my knee. “I could have done that all night, but something about you drove me crazy.”

  He stood up and quickly did up his pants and I grinned. He made the act of righting himself so carnal, so dirty, while I lay there stretched out and naked before him. Then a stab of doubt and regret rolled in. So that was it? He’d gotten what he wanted and he was done with me? Would he tell me to leave? The notion crushed me and I sat up.

  “Sir, please—”

  “Come here.” He grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet. Before I could protest the idea of standing on my shaky legs, he scooped me up and strode down the hall to the bedroom with me curled up against his chest. I couldn’t help but smile as unwilling warmth spread through me. I’d have a little longer with him. Not much, likely, but it was all either of us
would allow.

  I tried not to think about it, to just live in the now, but the question loomed too large to be ignored. I’d given myself to him, knowing there could never be anything more, but what would happen now? Things would never be the same for me. That thought settled heavily over my heart. He’d said he wasn’t a good guy. What did that mean for me? And would I be able to handle what tomorrow would bring?

  4

  As soon as we finished, I knew I should have left her. I should have done the right thing by her, walking out of the room and never looking back. It’s what I did with every other woman I’d been with, and it would have been what was best for her, for so many reasons.

  Isn’t that what a good man did, protect his woman? Yeah, but I told her I wasn’t a good man. A good man would never have gotten involved with a woman knowing she would only be in danger by being with him, and not just from said man.

  My father never hesitated to use anyone I cared about against me. He sought out their weaknesses and systematically tore their lives apart simply because they dared to distract me from whatever purpose he believed I served at the time. He never threatened Gala, but only because her father would make him disappear into the Pacific with a cement brick tied around his ankles. Besides that, there was my habitual habit of sabotaging relationships when they became too intense. Breaking a woman’s heart was the only way to protect one foolish enough to fall for me.

  I knew the right thing to do was to leave, and yet, here I was laying this sweet, perfect angel across my massive king-sized bed, tucking her into the silk sheets and thick quilt like the caring Dom. As if I could offer anything but destruction for her. I needed to pretend she was mine for just a little longer. The thought of my father discovering how fast I’d fallen for this girl made me want to cut such weakness out of me before he could capitalize on it. I’d already been too nice to her, too soft. That had to end, or she had to go.