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

by Raven Dark

  “Kane? What are you doing?”

  I looked up. Anika moved across the room to me, draped in a thick terrycloth robe. The Lion’s Head logo gleamed red on the breast. Jesus, even with her curls rumbled in sleep and her eyes sleepy, she was six feet of perfection.

  “Go back to sleep, Anika, we have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

  She stopped beside me, sitting on the arm of the couch. One leg tucked under her, the robe caught under her knee so that it left her long legs exposed. I scowled up at her, then nodded to the arrangement of wine-colored plush couches and chairs.

  “There are six other places to sit in this room, girl. Get off the arm rest.”

  The corners of her mouth turned up, but she didn’t move. “What are you looking at?” She leaned over, studying my computer screen.

  I grinned, shaking my head at her. She’d never change, would she? Anika would need a hell of a lot of training to fit into my world. Part of me wanted to let her be her uncouth, backward self, as much to stick it to my father, as because I adored her irreverence, her casual indifference to social decorum. The last thing I wanted to do was turn her into some clone of every rich, perfectly cultured girl I knew. The other part, the OCD part that needed order and thrived off control, longed to cultivate her every behavior to fit the needs of my carefully ordered life.

  “Anika, get off the arm rest and sit properly.”

  When she didn’t move, I grabbed her arm, ignored her surprised cry and yanked her down across my lap.

  “What the hell are you doing?” She grunted when I put her over my knees with her ass facing up. “Oh, no way, you can’t spank me like that again, not when—”

  “I won’t.” I arranged her not unlike I had when I’d given her the first real, hard punishment spanking, and pulled the robe up to her waist. Baring her ass, I didn’t swat her. Not with the red belt marks crisscrossing her cheeks. “I won’t spank you when you still need to heal, but there are rules, and you’ll learn to follow them. Just stay there, and stop squirming.”

  She huffed and leaned on her elbow, sporting something between a bored, and an overly compliant, look. Knees bent, so her adorable feet poked up beside my head. I laughed and caressed her rump.

  “This is utterly humiliating. Ass in the air, like some disobedient child.”

  “That’s the idea.”

  “How long do I have to lie like this, Sir?”

  “As long as it takes.”

  She sighed and rubbed against me, and my cock jumped to life.

  “Stop squirming, or I’ll take your ass now.”

  She stilled. I smiled and grabbed my laptop, setting it on her back, as much for easier access, as for the obvious humiliation factor.

  She turned her head up. “Seriously?”

  “Seriously. The robe will keep you from getting burned.” I started typing, bringing up more pages.

  “What are you looking for?”

  “Something damaging to use against our friendly neighborhood kingpin.”

  She made a thoughtful noise and put her chin on her arms. Much as she fought it before, she looked comfortable now. A warm, cozy feeling settled on me before I could stop it. A feeling of belonging, like I was home with her. A dangerous feeling that I shouldn’t have.

  “Well, there has to be boatloads of crimes we can get him on. Something the cops don’t know about.”

  “That’s not gonna help. Dominic Gavini is like the new millennium John Ghatti. He’s this year’s Teflon Don. He’s got cops, judges, so many people on the take, any crime we find on him, he’ll just find a way to make disappear.”

  She looked over her shoulder at me, worried. “Then how do we get him?”

  “By finding something that will hurt him. We need to find evidence of a crime he committed against the family. Something that violates Mafia code.”

  “Oh.” She put her chin back down. “I wish I knew more about the Mafia. What sort of thing would work?”

  Irritation with Dominic’s slippery nature stabbed at me, and I stroked Anika’s ample ass cheeks, finding a shocking calm in her submission. She squirmed and I stilled her by grabbing her hip.

  “We need something like a secret in his past. Like, having an affair with the wrong type of person—a cop or a judge—or something that indicates he lied about his family background.”

  “You mean, like he isn’t really Italian.”

  “Yeah. I’ve looked at his family tree. He is, all the way back to the eighteen hundreds.”

  “Damn.” Worry tensed her muscles, and I stroked her hair.

  “We’ll find something. I won’t let anything happen to your father.”

  “Maybe if you had more sleep, you’d have better luck.” She smiled at me over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling in a way that told me what was on her mind had nothing to do with sleep.

  “Minx.”

  She bit her lip and squirmed. My cock raged.

  “Stop it. You’re not getting an orgasm.”

  “Did I say anything about an orgasm?”

  I gritted my teeth when she ground against my cock. Fuck, I wasn’t finding anything anyway, and it would serve her right to end up even more frustrated.

  “Get up,” I ordered, setting my laptop on the table.

  She didn’t move, and I grabbed her hair, yanking her out of my lap. She stood, and I pulled her so that she sat in my lap, then yanked the robe open.

  “Fuck, why are you such a brute?” Except her voice was laced with hunger.

  “Why are you such a pain in the ass? Hmm?” I spread her legs to either side of mine. Everything in me wanted to pound her into oblivion, but this wasn’t about my pleasure. This was about respect.

  I slid down a little on the couch to give her a better angle, and pinned her back to my chest with an arm around her shoulders. Then I slid my hand between her thighs, running my fingers through the folds of her pussy.

  Holy mother fucker, she was soaking. The knowledge sent searing triumph racing through my blood like a drug. She’d been like that all night, probably since I’d whipped her ass, and knowing that turned my cock into a steel rod against her ass.

  “God, Kane, I need to come.” She wriggled against my hand, spreading her knees wider.

  “Sir, Anika. And you come when I say.”

  “How long will you make me wait?” Pure lust dripped from her voice. Fuck, I wanted her. I almost felt sorry for her, until I reminded myself how much she needed to learn obedience.

  “As long as it takes for you to learn.” I flicked her clit, and she bucked. I stilled her hip, and she groaned, trying to ride my leg.

  “So, what are you going to do, tease me and then leave me wanting again?”

  I chuckled my affirmation, and devoured her ear, her neck, her shoulder, all the while teasing her entrance without dipping inside.

  “Please fuck me, Sir.”

  “No.”

  “You’re going to get frustrated, too.” The smugness in her voice made me want to whip her raw.

  “I know. That’s why when I choose to fuck you again, it’ll be face down, somewhere you won’t like, and I’ll make sure I pound the living shit out of you.”

  “Oh my god. I fucking hate you.”

  I’ll bet she did. My words made her wetter, I could feel it in the slickness of her sex, but her face also burned with humiliation against my cheek. Shame I wanted to eat up and stroke myself with. My frustration with Dominic, with having to fake things with Gala to keep my father from destroying everything, it all ate at me, screaming at me to regain the control I needed through her. I resisted the wild urge to pull her up and hammer her, instead, keeping her hips still with one hand, and slipping two fingers slowly into her.

  “Stop moving.”

  She wailed and tried to buck. I crushed her to me. Kissed along her cheek. She tried to turn her face away with a tortured cry, and I grabbed her chin, pinning it while I licked her soft skin.

  “Fuck, you make me so hot, you know tha
t?” I pulled her chin up, keeping her just where I wanted her.

  “Kane, please, don’t do this anymore. Just let me come, damn it.”

  “No.” I swirled her clit with my thumb, then shoved my fingers in, making sure my palm hit just right. She made a broken sound and I did it again.

  “You like that?”

  “No!” But she thrust up against me, fighting to get herself off, and I growled. My hand bruised her hip.

  “Stay still, or I’ll drag you to my bed, tie you there all night and fuck you over and over again until tomorrow night.”

  She whimpered and ran a hand down her sweaty face, clawing at my thigh with her other hand. I couldn’t resist ramping up her need just a hair more.

  “You know what I’m going to do to you later, Anika?” When she quivered with need, I went on in her ear. “I’m gonna find the most pubic place I can. A theater, I think. Packed full of people. We’ll be in the back, where there’s always a chance someone will look just the right way and see.”

  “Kane…”

  “Then I’m going to bend you over the seat…”

  “Oh, fuck!”

  “I’m going to rip off your panties, shove my cock up your tight little ass, and pound you until I fill you up with my come.”

  “Jesus Christ, Kane!” She panted and thrashed. Her muscles contracted wildly with a raging climax. I grinned wolfishly, slid my fingers out, and pushed her off me.

  Breathing heavily, she stumbled a little and I forced myself not to steady her. She leaned on the coffee table, giving me a close up view of her reddened, belt-marked ass. My palm itched to swat it and give her a new mark. She straightened, glaring at me.

  “Seriously?” she snarled.

  “Oh, hell yeah.”

  Eyes blazing with delicious rage, she just stared at me, like she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. Fists tight. She wanted to hit me, didn’t she? Yeah, but she didn’t dare, knowing the price for it.

  I leaned back, casual. “This is the part where you crawl back into bed now.”

  She made a low angry noise that was almost a growl and my cheeks hurt from the smile I gave her. When she turned, she swayed a little, and I knew her legs were jelly from her near orgasm.

  “Need some help, angel?”

  “Don’t you touch me.”

  I might have felt bad if her voice hadn’t sounded more sullen, than pissed. I watched her drag herself to my bed, and when the bed squeaked as she got in, I was still grinning.

  Only when I looked at the screen, plastered with websites filled with articles on Dominic’s latest shady business deals, did the triumph in me fade. I’d never admit it to her, but her old man’s spirit, so much like hers, made me like him more than I was comfortable with. They were definitely cut from the same cloth, even if they didn’t look anything alike. Protectiveness for both of them roared through me. I needed to find something on Dominic if it killed me.

  With every ounce of strength I had, I put Anika from my mind and started typing again.

  When light took over the city, I was still typing furiously, without much luck. My cock was also still rock fucking hard.

  * * * * *

  “This better be good, Kane.” My father hung up on whatever early morning call he’d been making in his office and regarded me from across the room. “It’s barely nine, and I have a shitload of things I would rather be doing.”

  I grunted and crossed the room to him, pulling out a chair at the long, expensive oak table that took up most of the room. “What’s the matter, can’t stomach some quality time with your son, Dad?”

  Ha, yeah, right. Neither of us had wanted to be in the same room with the other in years. I’d stopped wanting to sit within fifty feet of him the last time he threw a glass at my head when I was fifteen.

  “Spit it out. What do you want?”

  I grabbed a handful of mints from the bowl in the middle of the table, tossed them in my mouth ignoring his scowl, then turned the chair backwards and straddled it. His white brows winged down and I just stared at him blankly, knowing full well what it did to him when I sat like this.

  If I was OCD about neatness and order, a stickler for manners and decorum, my father made my need for control look like reckless abandon.

  “Sit properly, or I’ll knock you on your ass.”

  “Would you? When you know I could take you, Pops?”

  He didn’t say anything, and I wasn’t sure if it was because he knew I was right. My father had never been afraid to get into it with me.

  I wiped the smile away and got down to business. “Why are you fucking around with Dominic?”

  “What?” He looked genuinely caught off guard, and I almost believed him. He didn’t reprimand me for my language, making it look even more realistic.

  “You know what I’m talking about. Where’s his shipment?”

  He let out a forced laugh. “You honestly think I would put off a shipment to the head of a crime family, Kane?”

  “Would you?”

  He shook his head, but it looked more like disbelief than denial. Then he pushed up from his seat. I did the same out of reflex. I’d always had this thing about never giving my dad an advantage.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about. If there’s a shipment that’s late, it isn’t because of me.”

  I scrunched my brows. He was telling the truth. Victor Davros is a master of deception, always has been, but thirty-five years with him has allowed me to know things about him no one else does. Including that he has a tell. When he lies, my father looks away, always to the right, and twirls the gold signet ring on his right index finger. I’m so aware of this habit, I’ve trained myself not to do it, keeping my face as deadpan as any of David’s expression, and not touching my own identical signet ring. Dad didn’t look away, in fact, he stared right at me, and his fists remained tight at his sides. Huh.

  “Then who’s behind it? The shipping company always delivers on time, so someone must have stalled it before it was loaded.”

  “I don’t know, but it isn’t me. What was it?”

  “The lumber for the Cosman estates.”

  He sighed and paced to the window at the back of the room. “That’s one of his biggest projects. Did you fix it?” He glanced over his shoulder at me.

  I snorted at his accusing tone. Part of me wished I hadn’t rushed to set things right after the situation Dominic had put me in, forcing me to agree to kill Anika’s father. The last thing I needed was to give him a reason to come after Anika or her father. If my father hadn’t screwed up the shipment on purpose, then someone was trying to mess up a major project for Dominic. Why? And who? There weren’t a lot of people I knew who would dare try that.

  “Yes, I fixed it. Everything is on its way to him now. I’ll have to find out what happened there.” I turned and went to the doors to leave.

  “Hold it.” When I turned back to him, he nodded to the chair I’d vacated a moment ago. I ignored the command and waited.

  “Dominic told me what you did with Montrose and his daughter. Daniella, is it?”

  Shit. I’d known he was going to bring this up eventually. I don’t know why I’d bothered hoping it would be later, after Anika and I had better learned to handle questions about us. I kept my face cool. “What about it?”

  “Why would you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Don’t play games with me, boy. Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money to spend on pussy, and you have no interest in a half dilapidated farm.”

  Well, I’d expected that. I was going to have to be careful, here. I wanted badly to tell him I was cleaning up his mess. He’d robbed poor Lance Montrose out of his business, stole a video game he invented—when he had no interest in games—betraying his longtime friendship. He’d left the man and his daughter destitute, while he got fat off the interest from the game. The problem was, I couldn’t tell him that without him knowing I’d been trying to help them.

  I shrugged,
giving the answer I had always planned on giving him. “Have you actually seen Montrose’s daughter? Perfection, Dad.” I balled my fist, not having to fake the fierce look on my face. “I had to have her. She needed an incentive to bind herself to me.”

  “So you bought her.”

  “Yes.”

  For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to buy it. He’d figured out Anika wasn’t just an object I’d coveted. But then a slight smile pulled at his wrinkled mouth and his eyes twinkled. The pride in them made me sick.

  “Well. You’re harder than I gave you credit for. You’re learning.”

  Not knowing what to say, I kept silent.

  “And Gala? How is the bride to be handling the situation? I assume you told her.”

  I didn’t miss the implication in his tone, that giving full disclosure about Anika would be a sign of weakness. “She handled it fine, Dad. The perfect woman, just like Rossi taught her to be.”

  He smiled. “Put them in the same room. See how well they handle it.”

  I almost balled my fists, knowing what he was thinking. My father thrived off strife, but also on pain. He’d have loved it if I put Gala and Anika in the same room, set them on each other, and then whipped Anika bloody if she spoke against me. That was exactly why I knew what I needed to do. I needed to make sure Anika behaved perfectly at all times when her actions could get back to my father. I’d never allow either of us to feed his need for chaos, and I couldn’t let him think I cared for her.

  “I’m not discussing my relationships with you. Goodbye, Dad.”

  “Ah. One more thing.” When I turned back to him one more time with a bored look, he stopped in the middle of dialing another call. “I’d like to see this perfection for myself. Bring the Montrose girl to the house for dinner.”

  It took effort to keep my face cool, to hide the chill stabbing through me. It had to happen sooner or later. “Sure. Sometime.”

  “No. This Thursday. Your mother is coming by. It’ll be good for her to see you following the old traditions.”