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

by Raven Dark

  “Anika. I told you, it won’t be that severe.” Impatience lined his tone. “You won’t be a slave.”

  “A prostitute, then.”

  He scowled. “That’s not a very classy way of putting it.”

  “Well? It is what it is. Besides, you said you don’t do pretense. Let’s not dress this up. You want me to sign a contract allowing you to treat me like a whore.”

  The flash of anger in his eyes was the only warning I had. His hand seized my wrist and he jerked me to him so hard I felt every muscle in his powerful frame like steel against mine.

  “Don’t talk like that, angel. Not about yourself. I told you, if you like being insulted, I’ll do that for you. If you want me to treat you like a whore, I can, but only when I want inside you. I would rather just think of you as a mine.”

  When I pulled to get free, his grip tightened and I winced. His fingers bit into my skin, unyielding as steel. It made no sense, but even while his hold infuriated me, the trapped feeling also sent my blood racing.

  His heated gaze flickered to mine, and then away again, over my head, and I wondered if I imagined the regret there. I had to have, because a moment later, his expression was all ice and determined possession.

  “Let go of me, Davros.”

  For some reason, I swore I saw the corners of his mouth turn up. He released me and I wondered why. As soon as he did, I balled my fist and tossed it, hard, at his face. The strike connected with his jaw, not unlike his fist had with my dad’s. Pain radiated through my hand, but I shook it out. How I’d managed to hit him, I didn’t know. The last time I’d tried that, he’d stopped me easily. A slight bruise colored his otherwise perfect cheek, and an alarmingly fierce satisfaction burned through me.

  “That’s for hitting my dad,” I snapped.

  Whatever emotion had been in his face before, it was gone now. He shook his head, triumphant light filling his eyes. “What did I tell you last night about hitting me, Anika?”

  “I don’t care. You manipulative—”

  “Be quiet.” His voice was deadly soft.

  “Why? What are you going to do to me?”

  “Exactly what I said I would if you hit me.” He nodded to David, who opened the back door of the car. The implications of his words hit me in a wave of heat. He’d said he would take it out on my ass. I hadn’t thought he was serious, but the look in his eyes now said he was. My ass cheeks clenched in anticipation. “As soon as we’re a respectable distance from the farm, get out of the car, David.”

  “Yes, sir.” David’s voice was as casual as his expression as he waited for Kane to push me inside the car and then climb in after me. Something in his cool expression said he knew what was going to happen to me. Until now, I’d felt a certain respect for David for his loyalty to Kane, but now something close to the loathing I felt for his charge hit me. He knew, and he didn’t bat an eye. In fact, he looked like this was all par for the course!

  “Kane, you wouldn’t,” I snarled, trying to press as far away from him in the back seat of the limo as I could. “You promised we’d discuss everything first.”

  “No.” He straightened his blazer, the coolness of his tone unsettling. “What I said was, we’d discuss everything I want from you before you sign anything. And we will. But I also promised you there would be repercussions if you hit me. You did. You need to learn what happens when you cross boundaries. I have a thing about being hit, Anika. Consider what happens now as a sample of what’s ahead of you, if a mild one.”

  I scrunched my brows at him, trying to process several things at once, aside from the obvious, that someone had hurt him, violently so. For one thing, I couldn’t understand why I found comfort in the calm way he talked of disciplining me, but for another, it baffled me, the way my body flooded with heat at the thought. Heat, and something else.

  I needed his discipline. Everything in me needed him to assert his authority over me, to show me he was in control. More than that, I longed to finally taste a sample of the possession, the ownership his offer promised. I still felt like he’d turned things around on me, trying to exact punishment before we’d discussed his rules, but somehow that didn’t matter. I still needed it.

  No, it was more than that. I craved his dominance, like a drug. Something in his words told me he meant to cause more pain than pleasure, but my pussy clenched as if they were the same damn thing. Fuck, what was he turning me into? I crossed my legs, but it did nothing to stop the pressure building between them.

  “Fine. That’s logical. You don’t like being hit, so you hit me. That makes sense.”

  David made a turn off a dirt road. Kane flashed me a disgusted look. “I would never hit you, Anika. I don’t do that to women.”

  “Then I don’t understand.”

  “Spanking is not hitting. You enjoyed when I did it before. Did it feel like I was violent with you?”

  “No. But something tells me I won’t like what you’ll do to me today.”

  He was right, I had enjoyed his palm reddening my ass the other night. The memory made me weak even now. Kane’s mouth pulled at the side and he sighed. One of his hands lifted and he ran his palm under my curls, cupping my nape. The assurance, the warmth there confused me, so at odds with what he meant to do with that same hand on my ass.

  “I promise you this, angel. I will never hurt you. Not like you mean. But you will learn how to handle pain when you forget the rules. You’ll have to.”

  Throat suddenly dry, I swallowed. Why didn’t the threat of pain scare me? I mean, it sent my heart galloping a little too fast, but it also made my whole body weak, and my clit hum.

  “And exactly what are these rules?”

  “We’ll get into those later. But for a start.” He ran his palm over my knee, heating it with the hint of possession. “Uncross your legs, girl.”

  Girl. Fuck, this was the first time he’d called me that since last time he’d seen me. The familiar need pounded through me, fusing my blood. I wanted to keep my legs crossed, but I found myself uncrossing them anyway.

  “Nice.” He didn’t look at me, keeping his eyes straight ahead, but he also slowly slid his hand between my legs, running his fingers up and down the seam of my jeans. Pressing it to my clit.

  “Kane—” I licked my lips, unsure if I was trying to squirm into his touch or away from him. “Kane, stop—”

  “No more of these, either, angel.”

  “What….?” His fingers ran up and down my center and I panted, half pulling back into the seat, half pressing into him.

  “No more pants, and especially not these tight things. If you agree to my terms, you’ll be tossing all your jeans, because you won’t be wearing them for a long time. I want access to you, anytime I choose.”

  “I…Kane, don’t do this. Not here, where your driver can watch.”

  “David doesn’t watch.” He removed his hand though, at the same time David pulled over to the side of a dirt road. David got out without a word and shut the door, then walked over to an overgrown corn field. He crossed his muscled arms, his back to the car, waiting. I got the feeling he’d stand there for hours if Kane wanted him to. Fuck, why did the fact that Kane allowed him to be aware of my humiliation only make me hotter?

  Kane’s hand stroked my nape again, palm cradling it. There was something both arousing and threatening about that touch as he moved over and pressed against me, his voice soft in my ear.

  “David is good at becoming the fixture in the background, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. Although, I have to admit, the idea of making you submit to me while he watches me fuck you makes me hard as steel.” His tongue traced the shell of my ear, then his teeth grazed it.

  I bit my lip, holding back a moan at the wave of pure fire racing through me. Voyeurism had always seemed so wrong, so dirty to me, but with the ownership in Kane’s words, the idea of him taking his pleasure from me while another man watched took on a highly erotic feel.

  “You really are twisted, Davros.”<
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  His finger traced my cheek. “Maybe so, but you like it, and you know it.” His hands slid sway from me and I heard him move back across the seat. “Now come here.”

  One deep breath, then another, and I turned to him. The plainly expectant, commanding look in his eyes made me wetter. His giant hands looked incredibly strong now. I moved to sit closer to him, not sure what I was supposed to do.

  “No. Lay across my lap. With your ass facing up.”

  “Seriously?” I glared at him. What I’d been expecting I don’t know, but the way he described what he wanted, demanding I display my ass to him for punishment sounded so humiliating. So sinful. So hot. My cheeks flamed with as much anger as excitement.

  “Yes, seriously. And if you don’t, I’ll make it worse on you.”

  I growled, but leaned over, meaning to lie across his big lap, ass in the air.

  “Nope.”

  I rolled my eyes. “What?”

  His mouth flattened to a blade-like line. “Don’t take that insolent tone with me, girl. You tried to knock my teeth out. Pull your pants down, Anika.”

  Shaking my head, I jerked my hips up, snapped open my jeans and yanked them and my underwear down. I’d worn plain white panties, not the frilly lace ones I wore the night I slept with him, some attempt to thumb my nose at his deal, I suppose. He’d have to live with their ugliness if he wanted my ass.

  I threw myself over his lap with mocking compliance, bare ass up, trying to ignore the self consciousness at the idea that David was just outside the car.

  “Happy, Sir?” I looked up at him.

  “You’re still mouthing off, so no.”

  Kane pulled me a little further over his lap, adjusting my ass for better access. The matter of fact way he did it fascinated me even while it disturbed me a little. He took control, arranged me with a practiced ease that had me wondering exactly how often he’d disciplined women like this before.

  Jealousy twisted my gut, but it was short lived. An instant later, his big palm roamed over my ass, first one generous cheek, then the other. Heating the skin, sensitizing me to his touch. My breathing caught, anticipation quickening my heart to a staccato beat in my ears. My whole pussy started to ache.

  “You have such a gorgeous ass, girl. Love to see it blush nice and red from my hand.”

  “Kane…” I swallowed. Why couldn’t I get a handle on my breathing? The excitement of the first slap thrilled me now far more than it had when we’d been in his bed. Why? Because this was punishment? “Just…just get it over with. Please.”

  A low rumble of pure desire left him and it went through my blood like a hit of some powerful drug. His palm made circles on my ass cheek. “Not a chance. I want you to feel every sting of pain, every second of what I do to you. It’s the only way you’ll learn.”

  God, lust, enjoyment, and dare I say it, excitement oozed from his voice. It made my nipples bunch, and cream coated my thighs. Damn him.

  “If this becomes too much for you, you’ll tell me. You do exactly as I say, is that clear?”

  “Yes…” I nodded, privately feeling some of the tension leave me with his words, knowing he wouldn’t push me further than I could take.

  “You don’t want me to rush this either, do you, angel?” He ran his fingers between my legs, coating them in my slickness. “So wet. I bet if I fucked you right now, right here, you’d come within seconds, so violently you’d scare every farmer for miles.”

  “Don’t you dare!” I shouted the words before I thought about it. “Not with David out there you—ow!”

  He probably didn’t even smack that hard, but with no warning, when his palm cracked down on my left cheek, the sting spread hard and hot and I squealed. He’d spanked me harder while fucking me, but this one seemed to go deeper.

  “You’ll learn this fast, Anika. You don’t shoot your mouth off or give me orders. You take them. I like your brattiness, but I have my limits. If I choose to fuck you right here, you’ll take it exactly how I want it.”

  Holy shit. His words sent white hot lust racing through me. Damn it, I wanted him to pound me right then and there, David be damned.

  His palm stroked over my other cheek and I bit my lip to keep from whimpering with anticipation.

  “I’m going to spank you five times, girl, and you’ll count them. You miss one, you get another. How many?”

  I closed my eyes, a torrent of humiliation and arousal washing over me. His hand slowed and I gripped the car door handle, burying my face in his leg at an odd angle to muffle the cries I knew I’d be letting out. “Five times.” My voice sounded so small, I hated how weak it was.

  “Good girl.”

  Crack.

  Fire spread over the skin, a sharp sting that stroked my clit like an eager tongue. I groaned into the seat. “One…”

  His palm stroked over the other cheek. “Why are you being punished, Anika?”

  I licked my lips. Because you’re an asshole. I wanted to say that so bad, just to piss him off. “Because I punched you, Sir.”

  Again, his hand made warming circles, then disappeared. Another crack as his palm collided with my flesh. I whimpered. “Two…”

  “Fuck, you should see your ass. So pretty like this.”

  “Please…” What was I even asking for?

  His palm rained down two more slaps, one on each cheek, and I nearly came, squirming against his lap. I rasped out the counts. “Three. Four.”

  “Perfect, angel. You’re taking this well.”

  I rubbed myself into him, and he stilled my hips. “You come, and I’ll add another three slaps. You want that?”

  I froze. “No, Sir.”

  It made no sense to me, but there was something incredibly intimate about being spanked like this, about letting him take control, the emotions that swirled through me went well beyond arousal. Humiliation washed over me for feeling those emotions. I shouldn’t want this. Not from him.

  A final, hard slap echoed in the limo like a thunderclap, and sent white hot fire across my skin. I cried out, clutching the car door handle so hard I don’t know how I didn’t tear if off. My eyes watered and yet the pure possession, the raw discipline of his actions buzzed through my blood, intoxicating me.

  “Five…”

  As soon as his hand left my ass, the other one stroked my hair and he bent, kissing the mass of curls. “Such a good girl when you want to be.” He pulled me up to a sitting position. I moved to pull up my pants, but he stopped me.

  “No. Sit on my lap.” He undid his own pants and took out that fabulous cock. It was already hard and pointing straight up, but he stroked it, long and slow with his huge grip.

  “You have to be kidding. Right here?”

  “Yes. Get over here, now.”

  Fresh wetness coated my thighs and my pussy throbbed. Hyperawareness of David’s presence made part of me want to push Kane away, but I moved awkwardly onto his lap, sitting so that my back was pressed to his chest. “You are so twisted. You want me to moan a little, get his attention?” I nodded to David and grinned, leaning back and looking up at Kane.

  A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Is that what you want, Anika? You want to be watched while I fuck you?”

  I opened my mouth to speak, unsure if I meant to agree or not, but I didn’t get the chance. His mouth devoured mine. He ate at my mouth, lips prying mine apart hard. I made an angry sound. He lifted his head.

  “Spread your legs.”

  “No.” I grinned.

  His fingers bruised my thighs as he jerked them apart, setting my knees on either side of his. Opening me wide for him.

  I heard a wrapper crinkle, felt him roll a condom on as his cock bumped my back. Eyes burning with pure passion, he shifted me further up on his lap. Then, one hand grabbing my jaw, he slid the head of his cock up and down my sex. I bit my lip and he drove up into me. Hard, brutal. I thrashed under the wave of pleasure and screamed.

  “Sit up.” When I didn’t react fast enough, he shoved
me forward and grabbed my hips, one hand rocking them fast back and forth, the other clamping onto my shoulder. His pace turned vicious, giving me no time to acclimate. The waves of pleasure came so intense all thought of David went out of my head. I screamed and bucked while Kane pumped into me. This wasn’t romance or seduction, this was pure, animal fucking, and I loved it.

  “Oh…oh, God, fuck, ah!” I slammed my hand onto the window beside us, clawing at the seat with the other. The ownership, the wicked possession in his brutal taking drove me over the edge so hard white lights slashed across my vision. The car rattled.

  “Fuck, girl…” Kane cut off, grabbing my face and savaging my mouth. He thrust up two or three times and then growled in release. I lay back against him and he smiled. “That was nice, angel.”

  My eyes caught sight of David in the window. He didn’t look any different, like he’d heard us both get off like fiends, but he must have. How could he be so indifferent?

  “Are you pleased with yourself now, Sir?”

  He said nothing, only helped me pull my pants up and climb off him into the seat beside him. My ass stung, and sitting on it made me wince. I tried to squirm into a better position, but there wasn’t one that didn’t sting.

  “Sore?” He smirked—smirked!—and took off the condom. Tied the end in a knot, and opened a small compartment in the door, a trash receptacle, I had a chance to see, and then closed it. How often did he use that thing to dispose of condoms? The thought did cruel things to my insides.

  “Am I sore. Really? You’re kind of a dick.” And that I liked that he took pleasure in owning me only made me hate him more. He had no right to make me feel this way, like I’d give anything to have him inside me all over again after what he just did. He was a Davros. A manipulative, twisted ass who did whatever he had to in order to get what he wanted, and he didn’t care who he hurt in the process. Fuck him, I’d never wear a skirt again, just because he wanted me to.