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

by Raven Dark

  I was being sarcastic, but privately, the thought made my pussy heat.

  “Is that what you want, Anika?” He caught my chin with his hand and turned it up. I froze in the middle of going through the contents of the bag, hands trembling. His voice was low, insidious with possessive desire.

  Fuck, everything in me wanted to say no. Wanted to hate him, push him away, even while my toes almost curled at the raw hunger that darkened his grey eyes. I closed my eyes and formed the image of Gala in my mind, the garish, glitzy supermodel he’d be marrying in six months. My dislike for him went up like a bonfire. I gave him a pointed look.

  “Are you going to be doing the same thing to Gala as you are to me, Sir?”

  “I don’t want to talk about Gala now.”

  “Does she know you’re fucking me on the side?”

  He dropped his arm and sighed. “Anika, you’re trying my patience.”

  “Answer me. Kane, I won’t sneak around with you and help you lie. I won’t break a woman’s heart.” The way you broke mine. “Does she know about us?” God, the infidelity in those words made me nauseous.

  “Do you really think I’m that much of an ass? Yes, she knows.”

  “Well. That’s something.”

  He grabbed my chin. “Mention Gala while I’m anywhere near a bed with you again, and I’ll make your ass feel like it’s on fire.”

  I stared at him, every inch of my skin blazing with the need to feel his palm burning my ass. I rolled over and leaned up on my elbows, looking up at him. “Are you going to take me or not?”

  Kane’s eyes danced, but instead of touching me, he lowered himself onto the bed beside me, then reached into his blazer. He handed me a folded series of papers, took out a fancy pen, and clicked it.

  “Something to tend to, first.”

  I sighed, closing my eyes as I took the papers. The contract, signing me over as his submissive. His not-slave. For six months, at which point he’d marry… No. I cut that thought off. I had to accept my fate to protect my dad. Make the best of it. But why did it have to feel like I was signing over my damn soul?

  Heart quickening at that thought, I unfolded the pages, but stopped as the memory of what Vince and Derik had said flashed back to me. I looked up.

  “Kane, I almost forgot.”

  “What?”

  “Something those two mooks at my dad’s farm said. They knew, Kane.”

  He knitted his brows together. “What are you talking about?”

  I swallowed. “They knew I refused you. At the restaurant.”

  His face remained almost masked, but for the barest hint of a scowl. “Interesting.”

  “That’s all? ‘Interesting’?’ How the hell did they know?” It bothered me that he didn’t seem to care the mob was aware of things only Kane and I should know.

  “I don’t know.” He framed my face with his palms, and I hated how comforting the feeling was. “It doesn’t matter, it’s done now. Once you sign that contract, Dominic and his men won’t be able to touch you. You have my word.”

  Wishing he didn’t have the soothing affect on me he did, I sighed and looked over the pages. Slowly taking in every word, flipping to the next page, and doing the same with that.

  My eyebrows raised at some of the things he wanted to do to me. What the hell were nipple clamps? And why would he want me to do tasks like clean or cook naked? Other than that, most of it looked like exactly what he said at the restaurant.

  I don’t know what I expected from Kane while I read the contract over. Impatience? Annoyance? Whatever the case, it wasn’t what I got. Instead, he got up on the bed behind me and moved my hair out of the way, then started kissing the back of my neck. His lips left a hot trail down my nape, then down the line toward my shoulder, fingers moving my shirt aside as he went.

  “Kane…”

  “Excuse me?” He flicked his tongue over my shoulder, then bit it. A shiver raced through me at the possession in his voice.

  “Sir. Can you not do that while I read? I can’t focus.”

  “Good.” I felt him smile against my skin before he angled his head the other way and started kissing the other shoulder, and up and down the side of my neck.

  “Kane, I’m serious.” But I bit my lip to keep from groaning. No wonder he had such a reputation with women. I could see why women flocked to this man, even knowing who and what he was. Every touch he knew how to use to drive a woman wild.

  “What’s your safeword, Anika?”

  Opening my mouth to tell him to knock it off turned into an incoherent rasp and I put my head back, giving him better access. “You’re evil. I know what you’re doing.”

  “What am I doing?” He licked my ear.

  “Trying to distract me so I’ll sign without thinking about what I’m signing.”

  “Would I do that?”

  “You know you would.”

  “It wouldn’t matter. You already agreed. You’re already mine. This is just a formality.”

  Oh, fucking Christ. How did he make me so raging hot? My pulse pounded in my head, every touch from making my pussy ache more intensely.

  “So if you own me now, why aren’t you fucking me?”

  A low rumble left him. He swept the papers and my suitcase off the bed, sending everything scattering across the floor. Then he spun me around and threw me across the bed. “I wanted to do this properly, like a good business man, but.”

  “A good business man? You bought me, Sir. Is that what good business men are doing these days, buying women like slaves at auction?”

  His grin was wolfish. On his knees and towering over me, he slowly undid his dark blazer and peeled it off. The muscles in his shoulders rippled beneath his silky white shirt. “You keep talking about yourself as a slave. I’m beginning to think that’s what you want.”

  “I didn’t say that.” But I bit my lip, trying to shut out the images of him ordering me to my knees, naked in the middle of his suite, perhaps the way I’d been all day, making me suck his cock after his hard day at the office. Existing for his pleasure. What the fuck was wrong with me? I wasn’t supposed to want this.

  “No, you didn’t. But you want it. You want me to own you. Don’t you?” Face a mask of pure lust, he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, then took out his already hard cock.

  I stared, mouth watering, remembering the heady taste of his musk from when I’d sucked him, the feel of his hardness stretching my lips as he used my mouth for his pleasure. Need slicked my sex.

  “You want me to own you.” He stroked himself, slow, long slides of his huge hand that made me wish it was my mouth. “All the time. Every perfect inch of you.”

  I nearly said it. I nearly blurted my agreement, consigning myself to his complete and constant control. Offering a kind of submission that went beyond what we discussed, and one I wasn’t ready for.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Davros?” I leaned up, close. “Controlling every inch of me.”

  His mouth tightened. “What did I tell you about saying my name like that?”

  Eyes widening, I laughed behind my hand. “I’m sorry. I just forgot.”

  I’ll bet you did.” He seized my wrist and spun me onto my back. Then he fisted the back of my hair and yanked my head up. I winced at the bite of pain, while my nipples hardened painfully. “What did I say would happen to you?”

  “That you’d spank me.” I smiled around my knuckles. Fuck, why was he so hot when he was pissed? I wanted his palm to destroy my ass.

  “What’s your safeword, girl?”

  “What?”

  “Choose. Now,” he growled.

  “Fine. Pinky.”

  His grip on my hair loosened a little. “What?” I could hear him grin.

  I shrugged.

  “All right. Pinky it is.” Then just like that, he undid my jeans and yanked them down, along with my underwear. His palm stroked over my bare cheeks, each in turn, warming the skin. I tensed in anticipation, somehow knowing
I wouldn’t like this one as much as I did the earlier punishment.

  “Why are you being punished, Anika?”

  “Because I called you by your name.” I bit my lip around a giggle.

  His hand left my ass and when it came back down, it rained down slap after slap, hard cracks that quickly had my eyes watering.

  “Owie, fuck, that hurts!”

  “You brought this on yourself, girl. I expect to be spoken to with respect, Anika, unless I say different. Why are you being punished?”

  “Because I was disrespectful, Sir.” I couldn’t believe how small my voice sounded.

  A few more slaps, and I had to bite my arm to keep from crying out. I squeezed my eyes shut. Wave after wave of humiliation rolled over me as I lay there with this giant of a man swatting my ass like I was a misbehaving child. Why in the hell did I feel a strange sense of protection, of security with every strike, right along with my anger? And from a Davros. I had to be beyond sick.

  Two more stinging slaps, and when he drew his hand away at last, I lay there, breathing hard, tears streaming down my face. Fuck, I was crying. Why, though? It wasn’t from the pain.

  “Are you done now, Sir?” I tried to hide the choke in my voice. He stroked my ass a few more times and then spun me over.

  He wiped my cheeks and I jerked away, hating that he saw my tears. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you too much?”

  I shook my head, unable to articulate what I felt. I wasn’t supposed to like this, to want him. I met his gaze. “Please don’t be nice to me, Sir. I want you to own me. Control me. Please.”

  His brows knitted together. Then understanding seeped into his eyes. His face masked over again. Then he shoved my shirt up and whipped it off. “Take off your bra.”

  I obeyed, slipping out of the bra and tossing it aside, my eyes never leaving his. He got up on his knees again, one hand stroking his cock slowly. Eyes fixated on my nipples, a cool mask slid into place. My nipples bunched, turning to painful points under that gaze. One at a time, he thumbed the needy buds, making them even harder. I arched my back for him and he groaned and bent, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then biting the other, almost too hard. I whimpered.

  “Like that?”

  “Kane.”

  He shoved me down across the bed and switched slowly from nipple to nipple, nipping and pitching at them with his teeth, then licking away the sting. I whimpered and mewled, wriggling helplessly as he sucked harder.

  “You’re hurting me, Sir.” But I raked my hands through his hair, arching further for him.

  “So?” He bit my ear hard and I yelped.

  He was hurting me, and he loved it, and so did I.

  At long last, when I was ready to explode with need, he reared up. He slid his hand around my nape and pulled me up to a sitting position, his other fist around his cock, angled to take him.

  Part of me hated taking him like this after he’d made me cry, but another part needed to have him master me like I needed to breathe. I needed to hate him, and for that I needed him to be cold, demeaning.

  Everything he was supposed to be.

  Angling my head, I let him feed me, let him slip his hardness between my lips, and licked eagerly at the tip the way he liked. His musk coated my tongue and I groaned, loving the taste of him. Loathing it, because he made me want what I shouldn’t.

  A deep groan shook from him and he tightened his grip on my nape, pushing himself deeper. “You like mouthing off, I’ll keep that mouth so busy you won’t be able to talk back to me.”

  I chuckled, lapping at him.

  “Eat it, Anika. Take it all.”

  I obeyed, sliding my mouth up and down, making sure to give him full use of my lips, my tongue. He was so thick, so hot and hard. No way would I admit it with a Davros, but I loved sucking Kane’s cock, and I was too turned on to hate myself for it. My nipples were so hard they hurt, my pussy so wet it throbbed.

  “Take it nice and deep. Open wide and let me fuck your mouth.”

  “Yes, Sir. Abuse my mouth, just like this.”

  His eyes blazed and he gripped my hair. “Shut up.” He shoved himself deep, almost too deep, pushing into my throat. “Just shut up.”

  I half groaned, half whimpered and took him, letting the tip of him hit the back of my throat, sex flaming with heat that fanned my anger with him. He pushed deeper and I gagged, shoving the reflex back.

  “Breathe through your nose, girl. Relax your throat and use your nose to breathe.”

  I clawed at his ass, forcing myself to breathe through my nose, shoving my over-active gag reflex back while Kane gripped my head in his hands, controlling how I took him. He slid in and out with a growl, found his rhythm, and tightened one hand behind my head so that I had to take all of him.

  “See? That’s nice, isn’t it? Is this what you wanted?”

  I groaned my anger, my hunger, clawing at his back.

  “Make me come, girl. Eat it up, before I fuck you.” His control seemed to break and he fucked my mouth hard and fast, grunting his pleasure.

  It was almost too much. The arousal, my anger, my shame, all swirling through me in a storm. I nearly came, almost screaming around him at the intensity of his fucking.

  “Oh yeah.” He thrust in and out a few more times and then his hot seed flooded my throat, a fireball in my gut that made my stomach roil even while it made me wetter.

  Barely pulling out and still rock hard, he spun me onto my stomach again. He crushed me into the mattress with his weight, shoved my legs apart with his knees, yanked my head up hard, and thrust into my pussy so sharply, his hips slapped mine.

  “Ah! Shit!”

  Mouth at my ear, he stopped.

  “Why are you stopping, Sir?”

  I felt his smile, probably at my adding just enough respect to my tone to pass muster.

  “Because I want you to take this in. I want you to think about how completely I own you. You are mine, Anika, and you’re not getting off easy.”

  “I gathered that.” He bit my ear and I grinned. “I’ll accept whatever you do to me, and I might even like it. But I won’t ever stop hating you.”

  He pulled on my hair a little harder and I whimpered. “You like being a little bitch, don’t you?”

  The crudity, the insult shocked me, but it also went straight to my clit. “For you? Yes.”

  He chuckled, a low, menacing sound. Fuck, he was right, hearing him say that kind of thing when he had me this riled up was hot. There was a possession in it, an ownership that didn’t come from loving words and warmth, but from pain and degradation.

  Kane slid out slowly, and then rammed himself back in hard and deep. I screamed in pleasure. “I changed my mind, girl.”

  “What?” I panted.

  “About you hating me.” He pushed a lock of hair behind my ear, the tenderness at odds with the way he’d fucked me. “You hold onto that hatred. Cause I like it when you fight, and you’re hot when you’re mad at me.”

  He banged into me a few times and I cried out with each one. Gripped the side of the bed as he hammered me into it. When I could breath during a break in his thrusts, I huffed.

  “You’re a monster, Kane. I know you are, no matter what you pretend to be.”

  He released my hair and the same hand slid around my jaw to my mouth, clamping it sudden and hard, enough that my heart rate doubled.

  ‘You keep telling yourself that, angel.” He sounded as mean and dangerous as I’d implied and when he spoke again, his voice was insidiously soft. “I’m not a monster, Anika. I’m the thing that makes the monsters afraid to sleep.”

  I widened my eyes, unsure if his words scared me or turned me the fuck on. Maybe both. But before I could decide, his hand tightened over my mouth, and then he pounded me for a long, long time.

  When he was done, he stood and did himself up. I grabbed the contract and his pen from the floor. Looked at him, then at it, then at him again. Kane crossed his huge arms, making the muscles bulge insi
de the sleeves of his white silk shirt. When I paused with the pen poised above the signature line, his brow quirked.

  I looked down. One deep breath. Two. Again, the feeling like I was signing away my soul tugged at me. God help me, what have I done?

  With one final breath, I scribbled my legal name, Daniella Montrose, on the line. As soon as I was done, Kane took the paper slowly and spun it around. Signed his name swiftly. Then his eyes met mine and he lifted my chin, searching my face. For what? And did I imagine that he was looking me over the way a buyer does with a brood mare?

  After a second, his lips quirked up and he leaned over, pressing a slow, heated kiss on my forehead. I couldn’t tell what was in that kiss, if I liked it or not. Suddenly he was impossible to read.

  Slowly, I closed my eyes and tried to calm the erratic racing of my heart. I really was his now. Oh God, what did I just do?

  5

  “You can’t be serious.” As soon as Anika saw what I wanted her to wear, she spun from the rack the stylist had brought into the hotel suite and gave me that fiery glare I was coming to love and hate so much. “I am not wearing that.”

  Crossing my arms, I leaned against the dressing room door with a grin, imagining the outfit Min, my stylist, had chosen on that luscious body. My cock twitched. Her refusal made me wish we had time for me to drag her back into my room and give her a repeat of the pounding I’d delivered to her moments ago. “Yes, you will. And you’ll look delicious in it.”

  I wouldn’t pretend I didn’t understand her anger. I knew nothing of women’s styles—that’s why I had Min brought in to dress the women who ended up on my arm—but I’d known this outfit wouldn’t go over well. The ensemble was a sheer drape of a dress, every inch of it designed to show off a woman’s curves, leaving nothing hidden. Paired with a barely there set of panties and bra, it would cover only her tits and pussy, things meant only for me. The back of the panties would even leave her ass exposed.

  “You’re sick, Kane.”

  I chuckled. Don’t I know it.

  “That dress is a Si Valour design, Miss. It’s a gorgeous piece.” Sounding scandalized, Min ran his dark hands over the sheer, silky material as if it were made of glass.