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

by Raven Dark

  “That is not a dress. It’s a scrap of cloth, designed to humiliate. Pick something else.”

  I nodded to Min, smirking. “Have her ready in an hour.”

  “Of course, sir.”

  Anika shook her head. “That is a G-string, Kane.” She gestured to the bikini-like top and bottom set. “You want Gavini to see my ass?”

  At the genuine worry in her eyes, I strongly considered explaining the set of bizarre rules that still governed my family when it came to the sort of arrangement such as Anika and I had. Then I took in the loathing in her eyes, the look that said I was just being a typical Davros, and I shoved the need to explain down. Much as I wanted to rectify it, that hatred was necessary. Besides, those same rules dictated explaining things like this to a woman was a sign of weakness.

  “You’ll wear what I tell you to wear Anika, or would you rather meet Dominic naked?”

  “You wouldn’t.” Her angelic face took on a livid, sharpened look that made me want to slam her against a wall and tear every stitch she wore off that to-die-for body.

  “Wouldn’t I?”

  “That’s illegal.”

  “Is it?”

  “Ugh.” She snatched the dress off the rack and Min took it from her, laying it over the scanty top and bottom set.

  I nodded my satisfaction and went to her, touching her under her chin, delighting in the way her eyes blazed with desire even as she jerked her face away. “Good choice.”

  She made an angry sound and her fists clenched, no doubt with her effort not to hit me. I allowed a soft laugh as I turned and left her alone with Min. I took way too much delight in that woman’s anger.

  I had thought the outfit Kane put me in would be humiliating, and on some level, it was. The progressive, modern woman in me, the one that insisted a woman wasn’t an object to be ogled, hated the dress. She hated the dark eye shadow Min had used to make my eyes look darker and bigger, the open-toed, high heels. To say nothing of the fact that he put so much gold and diamonds on me, I swore I’d blind someone if they looked at me too long. This kind of display of power was obnoxious and arrogant, and that Kane had found a way to use me to show off his power pissed me off. Of course, Min chose to pile my red curls on the top of my head, adding both height and class, but also making me feel even more self conscious than the way my bubble butt was exposed, my too wide hips impossible to miss. Then I walked out into the main room and Kane saw me, and everything changed.

  “Mr. Davros, your lady,” Min said.

  When I’d come out, Kane had been at the bar, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. He looked up and his eyes instantly filled with golden-silver heat. His Adam’s apple worked, and he sat the glass on the bar slowly as if he thought he might drop it.

  “Anika.” His voice sounded so strained, it was almost unrecognizable.

  Holy shit. No man had ever looked at me like that. That look sent every ounce of my blood blazing hot. His eyes drank in the way the panties barely covered my pussy, the scraps of cloth that covered my generous breasts, as if he would rather rip them both off. I wanted to feel self conscious, livid at this objectification. Instead, I felt desired and incredibly powerful. I had to press my thighs together at the ache that started between them with the hunger in his gaze.

  He made you sign a contract, selling your body to him. You don’t want him. My desire cooled as if I’d been thrown in a lake of ice, especially when I was still sure there was some sick, hidden clause in that contract that made whatever this was between us into something much more insidious than it seemed.

  “Yeah, Princess Leia’s got nothin’ on me.” I tried for a smile and walked as coolly as I could across the room to him. I tried a saunter, though I know I must have looked like an ostrich on stilts.

  His brow quirked at my reference to the Star Wars’ scene. “Another crack about slavery.”

  I smirked. He’d caught me. “It’s a joke, sir. You know, those things you tell where people laugh.”

  That hot mix of pissed off annoyance and lust filled his eyes and he flicked his gaze behind me. “Min.”

  “Sir?”

  “Get out.”

  I didn’t hear the stylist move across the room, but the door to the adjoining room David used opened and then closed. My muscles tightened deliciously with the promise of what he meant to do to me now that we were alone. I swore the sting on my ass from his hand intensified, as if in anticipation of another punishment.

  “You really don’t ask anyone for anything, do you, Sir? You just bark orders and expect to be obeyed.”

  “Come here.”

  Case in point. The burning look in his eyes left no doubt as to his intentions. “Why are you bothering to send Min out? You didn’t mind David seeing us before.”

  “Come. Here. Now.”

  As badly as I wanted to stay where I was, if only to make him work for it, his magnetism pulled me to him as easily as it had that first day on the street. I stopped in front of him, beside the bar.

  “See? The dress isn’t so bad, is it?”

  “It’s repulsive,” I lied.

  “Liar.”

  “Will you make Gala dress like this, too?”

  “No.”

  “Because she’ll be your wife, and I won’t.” Because she isn’t a slave.

  An odd light flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before I could read it. “I told you not to mention her.” He grabbed my wrist and hauled me against him. My breath caught and as his eyes fixated on my lips, I tamped down the urge to lift my face to his and meet his impending kiss.

  “You said not to mention her when we’re near a bed. There’s no bed here, Sir.”

  “Keep pushing me, girl. See where it gets you.” The grip on my wrist was almost painful. I was pushing him, I know, but something about him made me want to.

  “I’m not an object, Sir.”

  He pressed his lips together, and for a moment it looked like he wanted to tell me something. A hint of regret darkened his eyes as he lifted one hand and traced my cheek with his fingers.

  “I wish I could give you so much more, Anika. I never should have taken you that first time.”

  Somehow I knew that wasn’t what he wanted to say. “I don’t understand. Why would I have to dress like this to see Gavini? Just because I belong to you doesn’t mean I have to look like I’m your property.”

  “Yes, it does.”

  “I find this whole thing offensive, Sir.” I wished my voice hadn’t shaken with desire when I said it.

  His smile was wolfish. “Do you now?”

  “Yes.”

  A muscle in his jaw twitched. Then he turned and swept every bottle of liquor on the bar off it. The bottles shattered to the floor in a spray of glass and a rainbow of liquid color. Kane grabbed my waist and spun me, lifted me like nothing onto the bar, and shoved me across it so that I lay on my back.

  “You’ll mess up all of Min’s beautiful work. We only have an hour before we have to leave.” My heart hammered wildly at the hard, cold look on his face.

  He said nothing for a long time, only unzipped himself roughly, yanked the dress up to my waist, and pulled the panties down. Then he pulled my legs up onto his shoulders so my heels stuck up over them.

  “Is this offensive, Anika?” Voice barely a rasp, as he ran his fingers through my sex, reveling in the wetness there.

  Everything in me screamed yes, but I wanted him to offend me, own me, completely possess me. At this moment, I wanted to be his slave. He might be marrying Gala in six months, but here and now, he was mine. In this moment, he was all mine. I clenched my jaw, glaring at him, clawing at his hips to bring him into me.

  Kane slipped his hand under my jaw and pushed it up, pinning me the way I loved. The wide head of his cock pressed against my aching sex and I wriggled against him, eager to feel him stretching me, filling me.

  “Answer me, girl. Are you still offended?”

  “Just fuck me, Sir. Please.”

  He tightened
his grip on my throat just enough to imply control and thrust himself inside me. My eyes rolled back on a moan. He slowed, but the way he made circles with his hips, hitting every nerve inside me, told me he was only dragging out my need. A sexy growl left him.

  “You like that?”

  No way would I give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he pleased me without him working for it. I said nothing, and he thrust into me hard, sending pleasure rippling through every inch of me.

  “Answer me.”

  “Fuck. Yes.”

  Eyes almost black with need, he let go of my throat only to slip his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them the way I knew he liked, laving them like I would his cock and watching his expression fill with lust.

  “Fuck, you make me crazy.” He quickened suddenly, his pace wild, driving every wicked inch of his cock in and out of me, deep, possessive. I tossed my head and cried out, loving every sensation, hating that I did. Hating him, and loving how my hate made his fucking hotter.

  He bent and claimed my mouth, licking at it greedily, like it was all his. “Mm, fuck, yes.” He angled his head this way and that, growling into my mouth while he pounded me.

  “Jesus, Davros…” The word slipped out and I widened my eyes, but his reaction wasn’t what I expected.

  He reared up. “Say that again.”

  “Davros.” I grinned, laying as much loathing on it as I could.

  He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. “Tell me you hate me, Anika.”

  I chuckled shakily, and groaned at his vicious thrusts. “I hate you.”

  I meant it.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you.” I meant that, too.

  “Good girl.” He cursed and went crazy, banging me so hard the bar table shook, and I had to slap my hands to the wall behind me to keep from hitting my head. My climax rolled over me, wickedly violent and I screamed, bucking my hips, tits bouncing. Kane bent and his teeth grazed my neck. He grunted and filled me with his juices. I clawed at his back, his neck, pulled his hair. His cock jerked inside me and he spurted again. Jesus Christ.

  When he lifted his head, his smile was pure evil. “How’s that for offensive?”

  I gritted my teeth. No way should I like being owned this much. God, what was he turning me into? I wanted to snap at him to get off me, but the burning on my ass from his spanking earlier kept the words at bay. Instead, I said nothing, letting him see the loathing in my eyes.

  His smirk twisted my insides. “That’s what I thought.”

  Dominic Gavini’s house was a work of art, if an obnoxious one. Three floors of white towered behind a wide, wrought iron gate, at the end of a long cobblestone drive. Sprawling gardens surrounded the mansion, and a large fountain spouted water that trickled down three tiers of stone. Everything about it trumpeted his power, connections, and the kind of money that made hiding from such a man impossible. This was the man who’d been hunting my father for my entire life, the wolf always snarling at our heels, and here we were, waltzing up to his estate. Cold, hard fear snaked its way through me, coiling in my gut.

  When we got out of the car, David pulled a heavy looking silver suitcase from the passenger’s side and shut the door. The case looked like the same one Kane had brought to my dad’s farm, filled with money to pay Gavini. David handed the keys to the valet, and followed us up to the door.

  “Jesus Christ.” I hid my anxiety at confronting Gavini with a glance at the six shining Rolls Royces, the huge double doors at the front of the house, the lace-fine widow’s walk that ran along the third floor roof.

  Kane slid his arm in mine and walked me up the grand front steps of the mansion. He smirked and leaned over to me. “Are you impressed, Anika?” His words harkened back to my mix of fascination and revulsion when I’d seen his hotel room at The Lion’s Head.

  “How much money do you have to make to afford a place like this?” I wanted to ask how many villages had to starve, but I didn’t dare. It had been difficult finding a comfortable way to sit in the limo with my ass still stinging from his last punishment.

  Kane leaned in closer. “A lot. And, just so you know, mine’s bigger.”

  I wanted to chastise him, but instead I suppressed a laugh. He slid his hand over the small of my back, and I hated how easily his presence soothed me, how easily his touch calmed the fear that twisted through me. I couldn’t let myself trust him, damn it.

  “See? I knew I could get a smile out of you. So beautiful.”

  “You’re an asshole, you know.”

  “I know. And you’re fucking hot.”

  I kept my eyes straight ahead, wishing I could ignore his words, but my damn cheeks heated at his praise.

  “Anika, if you don’t learn to stop calling me names, that ass of yours is always going to sting.”

  “So be it. I look like a street walker.”

  “Maybe, but a classy one.”

  I growled under my breath. Well, at least he’d let me wear a long dark trench coat that covered me while walking to and from the car. Too bad he’d made it clear I’d have to take it off when we were in the kingpin’s house.

  Gavini’s butler answered the door and led us down a marble hall to a magnificent back garden. Two large men in suits with rifles stood to either side of a set of French doors, and Dominic Gavini sat at a small table on a patio, a long legged woman pouring him wine into a crystal glass.

  “Here.” Kane helped me take off the coat and handed it to David, who looked ready to draw his own piece at a moment’s notice, even while he somehow moved as casually as though he were just a driver.

  “Mr. Gavini, Mr. Davros is here to see you.” As soon as the mob boss nodded, the butler scurried off. I didn’t miss that he made no mention of me.

  “Kane.” Gavini stood and came around the table, clapping his shoulders. Kane nodded, smiling, but the smile didn’t touch his eyes, anymore than Gavini’s did. When Gavini pulled back, he turned his smile on me. “And you must be Anika. Or should I say, Daniella.”

  My heart sped up, hearing him actually say my real name. I knew he’d know it, but hearing it coming from the man who’d been hunting my father and I for so long was a chilling reminder of the danger I was in. I decided to play it cool and let him kiss my hand. “Mr. Gavini.”

  Strange. I’d expected a monster, a large, oafish man who relied more on strength than speech, but he was nothing of the sort. In a much different way than Kane, he was handsome, all dark hair and eyes, with tanned skin that looked natural. His velvety black suit was clearly custom made to fit his long legs, wide chest, and broad shoulders. Tasteful gold necklaces covered his neck, and a chain encircled his wrist in a classic Italian look.

  When he sat at the table and watched me, a strange familiarity ate away at my thoughts. I didn’t understand how when I was sure I’d never seen him before. Damn, I knew him, but from where?

  “Now I understand,” Gavini said, gesturing for Kane and I to take the other two seats at the table. “When my men reported the deal Davros offered you, I couldn’t understand why a man would spend fifty thousand dollars to keep a slip of a farm girl and her daddy alive. No pussy is worth that much. Now I get it. You’re gorgeous, Daniella.”

  Kane’s shoulders tensed, possession and anger pounding off him, but his face stayed utterly neutral.

  “You want a glass of wine, Kane?”

  “From you, no.” Utterly casual, unreadable.

  “Afraid I’ll poison you?” Gavini laughed as if it were a joke, but there was something icy in his eyes. “I always looked on you like a son I never had. Life with that father of yours has made you paranoid, boy.”

  “Not paranoid, just smart.”

  “Maybe.” He nodded toward me. “You had her dress in the old ways. You really are a Davros. Victor Davros’ son through and through.”

  I tried to keep my face as neutral as Kane’s, showing none of the confusion I felt. He spoke of the way I’d been dressed like some sort of
rite, or code. An old one that marked me as Kane’s.

  Without replying to the mob boss’s comment, Kane gestured to David, who brought the silver suitcase forward and set it on the table. David opened it. Gavini glanced inside with an impressed smile.

  “You really are serious, aren’t you, Kane?” He looked at him. “You’re buying her.”

  “I never joke about money, Dominic.”

  “Yeah, you’re like your father that way. Only he would think of buying a woman for a debt.”

  Kane shrugged. His cold nonchalance was disturbing. When he’d fucked me earlier, I swore I’d felt more than possession in him, and I’d seen his compassion the first time we’d been together. Now he looked like I was nothing more than an object in a business deal. Profound loss and sadness bit into me.

  The mob boss leaned back in his chair and twirled a gold ring on his finger. “How is your father, Daniella? Did he make it out of surgery?”

  I swallowed. Somehow I had a feeling he not only knew my dad had been shot, but that would heal in a few months. “I’m not going to answer that, since you likely know exactly what his doc said to me.”

  Gavini raised a brow, mouth quirking. “Wow. She’s going to be a handful, Kane. I hope you can train her better on how to speak in a man’s presence.”

  Kane didn’t say anything, but he gripped my arm, a silent command as effective as if he’d ordered me to shut up. His fingers pinched, like a corrective cue.

  Amusement dancing in his eyes, Gavini snapped his fingers and a man stepped forward from somewhere, set a rifle on the table, and leafed through the bills in the case. He took a stack out from near the bottom and inspected it, flipping through the paper. For counterfeit, I guessed. He put the stack back down with a nod.

  “It’s real, boss.”

  Gavini gestured for him to shut the case. He did. David stepped back, but when I looked behind me, I noticed he was only half a pace back from me. It was hard to tell, but was he staying in reach of me? His face was deadpan, void of emotion, but there was an unmistakable protectiveness in the tension of his big frame. Appreciation for him washed over me, especially with the armed guards about.