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

by Raven Dark

  Her face paled when I mentioned what I’d seen, and I almost regretted my words. My mother sometimes said a woman shouldn’t hear the darker side of Mafia life. Fuck that. If she was going to spend six months with me, she was going to hear worse. If my father had his way and I became a Don, I’d have to do worse. She might as well get used to it now.

  At least she looked more reassured now. “So, which part did you enjoy, then? You said…in the car…”

  “I know what I said. There are lines I wouldn’t cross with you.”

  “Well, tell me. I want to understand what goes on in that head of yours.”

  I gave a forced laugh. “No, you don’t. Trust me, you don’t.” I slapped the elevator button again, and when it reached the penthouse floor, I led her to the suite.

  She opened her mouth, then closed it again until we got in the hotel room. Once we were alone, she spoke. “You said before that what’s going on between you and Gala isn’t what it looks like. Is Gavini making you marry her? Is that it?”

  “No.” I tossed my keys on the bar that ran along the wall by the door.

  It would have been so easy to just tell her the truth about Gala right then. It would have made things so much easier not to have to lie. Unfortunately, Gala’s secrets weren’t mine to tell. Even if I was the type of guy to open myself up to a woman, I couldn’t open up about this without violating a friend’s trust and revealing something that could get Gala killed.

  Before she could press for more, I turned and nodded to the bedroom. “No more talk of Gala. Bed. Ten minutes. I’ll be in shortly.”

  Instead of following orders, she bent to take off her shoes.

  “Leave them. In the bedroom, now.”

  “What is it with guys and shoes?” She smirked. When I said nothing, she crossed her arms. “And if I don’t want to sleep with you now?”

  It didn’t go unnoticed that she kept her voice down. Hushed, aware the other patrons in the hotel shouldn’t hear her talking about business, or my faux relationship, or hear her sounding like she wasn’t pleasing her man. My girl was learning.

  “Trust me, what we’re doing won’t have anything to do with sleeping.” I pulled off my shirt, tossed it aside, kicked off my shoes, and pulled my belt out of my pants. Already my cock was turning thick and hard, ready for her. The flash of desire in her eyes only made me harder.

  “Are you going to whip me again?” She nodded to my belt as I wound it around one fist.

  The action was meant as a warning against disobedience, but now that I could hear the hunger lacing her voice….

  “Is that what you want, Anika?” I stalked closer, letting a smirk take some of the threat out of the way I held the belt. “You want me to whip you before I fuck you?”

  The ownership that oozed from my voice must have really got to her, because she squeezed her thighs together. I fought the urge to grab her, jerk them apart, and eat her to release.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel? For me to mark your sweet ass before I pound you into my bed.”

  “Will you force yourself on me, Kane?” She walked slowly toward me, her voice as sexy as the fierce look in her eyes.

  My brows climbed. I’d hang myself before I raped a woman, and she knew that, or her eyes wouldn’t be swirls of hunger. She liked to imply I was some kind of evil brute, but she got off on the darkness in me, and tonight, I’d prove it once and for all.

  I pushed her up against the hotel door and pinned her there. With one knee, I spread hers and rubbed against her sex, making sure my almost painfully hard cock glided between her folds. I could smell a hint of her desire, musky and needy. My cock pressed against my slacks and I rubbed harder.

  Her eyes rolled back and she closed them. “Kane, fuck.”

  “You’d like it if I tied you to my bed and spent the night making you scream. I bet you’d put up a nice fight.”

  She bit her lip, so far from telling me to stop, I could practically hear her trying not to beg me to take her. Slinging the belt over my shoulder, I slid my hand under the folds of her trench coat, spreading it to expose her nakedness. She didn’t seem to be aware she’d spread her knees wider, angling herself toward me.

  “How wet are you, Anika?” Slowly, I slid my hand around her hip over her ass, cupping one generous cheek hard.

  “You didn’t answer me, Kane. Would you force me?”

  The implication in her voice, the familiar taunt, riled me too much to be ignored. “Don’t push me, girl. You don’t want to see what I’m capable of.”

  “Yes, I do. Show me how bad you are.”

  I growled and spun her so she faced away from me, then shoved her chest to the door. I rasped into her ear. “Trust me. I don’t need to force you, or any woman, into my bed.” I raked my nails up the back of her thigh, feeling her quiver with pleasure, and shoved the coat aside, baring her ass. “You want me to be a brute, I’ll play the bad man for you, but you’ll always want what I give you.”

  “God, you’re so arrogant.” She chuckled, voice laced with lust.

  I slapped her ass hard so that she cried out, then I undid my pants. “Spread your legs.”

  “Make me.”

  “Fuck.” I kicked her legs apart and shoved my hand between her legs. Wetness coated my hand, while she groaned in defeat.

  “Yeah. Just like I thought. Your cunt is soaked for me.” I took out my lividly hard cock and pumped it a few times. The ache in my balls heightened with the thought of hammering into her, and the loathing in her voice only made me want it more.

  “You know what it is I liked tonight?” I kept my voice full of malice. Now it was about intimidating, not about soothing her.

  “Just get it over with.”

  Fuck, wow. She was really going there. The disgust there made it impossible not to prove to her how easily I could make her beg for me. I grabbed her hair in my fist.

  “Just for that...” I released her and shoved her towards the bedroom. “We’re going to have a nice long night, you and I. Get in there.”

  In the bedroom doorway, she looked over her shoulder at me. “How bad does it get, Kane? How dark is the monster in you?”

  I took the belt off my shoulder and wrapped the leather around my fist. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

  Her mouth dropped open and she ran for the middle of the room, toward the bed. I chased her, but stopped at the door. At the foot of the bed, she turned to me, visibly waiting to see what I would do.

  I followed her in and locked the door. Making sure she saw the belt wrapped around my wrist, I grabbed hers, hauling her to me. Anika, stared up at me, gaze a wild mix of need, anger, and disdain. Damn, that look made me hard. “I’m going to have fun with you, starting now.”

  The threatening, predatory sound of his voice should have scared me, but, as usual, along with a hint of fear, a thrill raced through me at the idea of what this man was capable of doing to me if I pushed him far enough. The ownership in his voice, even the promise of pain and punishment, made me want to fight him, but not because I didn’t want him. It made me want to fight just to feel him making me surrender to him.

  When I didn’t say anything, his grip on my wrist tightened. The imprisoning hold made my knees weak and the ache that had already started between my legs, intensified.

  “You’re hurting me, Kane.”

  “So?” Again he put the belt over his shoulder. Then his hand slid into my hair, slow at first. When I bit my lip around a nervous smile, he gripped my hair and yanked my head back.

  “Ow, fuck. Easy.”

  “Shut up.”

  “I thought you wanted me to talk.”

  A livid sort of smile showed his teeth. Kane grabbed my throat and rushed me across the room, shoving me hard against the window. The pane rattled. I opened my mouth with a well honed crack about his brutality but his head dove, mouth raking over mine. Silencing me, hard, bruising.

  Damn, I loved when he got like this, but I was still angry with him, still d
idn’t trust him, still didn’t want to want him. I wasn’t sure if I tried to pull my head aside just to piss him off, or because I wanted to retain some level of the control he so easily ripped away from me.

  A low growl of warning left him and his fist tightened in my hair, forcing my head to stay still. He bent, working his mouth over mine. I tried to press my lips closed, but his hand on my throat tightened a little, until I parted my lips for his assault. He shoved his tongue in, devouring everything I had. Letting me know who was boss, that I was his to do with as he wished.

  Everything in me wanted to push him away, but instead, my damn hands grabbed at his hair, and my tongue met his possessive thrusts.

  This time the sound he made was all triumph. It fueled my rage and I raked my nails over his bare back. He lifted his head with a chuckle. “I like when you’re angry with me. I can’t wait to get inside you.”

  His cock pressed against my stomach, and I forced myself not to stroke it, or better yet, drop to my knees and suck him off. He had to work for it.

  “Shouldn’t I be taking my clothes off now? You’re the one who likes to keep your clothing on. I’m supposed to be naked.”

  A grin pulled across his lips, but he made no move to strip me. Why? From the first day, Kane had this thing where he liked to stay mostly dressed when he fucked, making a point of stripping me bare. I was revealing more than I liked, I knew. The truth was, it was fucking hot when he did that.

  “Next time.” He pulled the shoulder of the coat aside, opening it enough to expose my shoulder, then my breast. “I like this look on you.” He raked his teeth over my shoulder, making me shiver, then took my nipple into his mouth.

  Groaning before I could stop it, I put my head back and closed my eyes, preparing for the inevitable pain and pleasure that came whenever Kane got his mouth on my tits. As usual, he sucked, pulling hard, biting so that the hint of pain made me whimper and writhe against him.

  “Ah…ah, Kane. That hurts.”

  Again, nothing. He only switched to the other one, ripping the coat down off my shoulders. One hand cupping my bare ass, his mouth and teeth worked my nipple hard until the intensity became almost too much. My pussy dripped for him knowing that anyone in the buildings across the street who looked over would see me being owned like this. I dripped for his pain, his pleasure. Fuck, I needed him.

  “Do you ever do anything nice, Kane?”

  “Excuse me?” He stroked my sopping sex, reveling in the need he wouldn’t let me hide from him. “What do you call me when we fuck, girl?”

  “I mean, Sir.”

  His thumb caressed the front of my throat, like a warning. “When you learn how to behave, you’ll get nice things.”

  “Can you do that? Can you be nice, Sir?”

  A muscle twitched in his jaw. “You can’t just make this easy on yourself, can you?” He stepped back, then the belt was in his hand once more. He snapped it between his fists. “Turn around.”

  My knees nearly collapsed with a mixture of dread and desire. The last time I’d tasted a whipping from him, it had been almost too much to take. That he would do it again now, when he knew I needed to hate him, only made me crave the pain more.

  “Why are you going to whip me? What did I do wrong?” I had the feeling there was more to this than my mouthing off.

  “You keep implying I’m such an evil man. You asked how bad it gets. Turn your ass around.”

  With that look on his face, so possessive and harsh, there was no way I would fight him now. Head buzzing with adrenaline, I bit my lip and turned around. Would he whip me as hard as last time? As many times? Harder?

  “Hold the coat away from your ass.”

  I drew a deep breath and pulled the coat up to my waist, then bent over like last time, one hand on the window. Ass out for him.

  Slowly, he pressed himself to me, and then yanked my head back. His cock slid up and down between my ass cheeks, and I clenched with the need to feel him taking my back door hard, just like he had in the alley yesterday. I looked down at the street. No one could see us from here even if they looked up, but the feel of being displayed made my blood race hot in my veins.

  “I’m going to whip you six times. How many?”

  I wanted to hate him for what he was doing, but the sheer ownership in his every action drove my lust to a dizzying height. “Six…”

  “And you will count. Miss a count, and what happens?”

  I closed my eyes, nails scraping the window. “I get another.”

  “Good girl.” Kane stroked his hand over my ass, first one cheek, then the other, warming the skin. Ramping up my anticipation. My heartbeat thumped in my head.

  “Sir, please, just get it over with. I can’t stand it.”

  “Just for that, you’ll get it harder in the ass when I’m done.”

  The belt whipped back loudly and then cracked across my left cheek. Harsh, painful, but not brutal. The sting made me whimper, part pleasure, part pain.

  “One.”

  Another lash. I bit back a curse.

  “Two. Is that all you got, Davros?” I rasped.

  He paused, a deadly stillness. The belt snapped as it hit something and I jumped. Then it whipped across both cheeks, a sudden crack that sent pure fire across my skin. I cried out, eyes watering.

  “Ah. Three. Okay, I get the message.”

  “Do you?” He pulled my head back and his mouth was at my ear. “Do you want to know what I liked about tonight at the club? Hmm?”

  “Yes.”

  He bit my ear and shoved his hand between us, stroking my sex until I writhed. “I’m not the evil one in this game, Anika, but I’m not your fucking white knight, either. I’m the guy that kills him for touching you.”

  I bit my lip to keep from crying out in need and anger. “What did you like, Kane?”

  This time when the belt cracked down, it was brutal. I screamed. When I didn’t say the count right away, he squeezed my throat, possessive, threatening.

  “Four…”

  “I was never a good man, girl. This life has made me do some ugly shit. In this life, you play a part. You have to be ruthless. Mean. Deadly, or men like my father, like Dominic, kill you. If you don’t embrace the darkness, it destroys you. It eats you up and spits you out. I’ve learned to play the bad man, angel.”

  He lashed my ass twice more. I sobbed and counted both swats.

  Kane dropped the belt with a thud. I let the coat drop over my ass, sniffling. Then he pressed himself to me, arm sliding around my waist. “Fuck, you’re so hot like this. Bent over and ready for me.”

  White hot lust and hatred for him swirled through me in a storm. Kane shoved the coat back up and slid his fingers inside me, a long, hot, wet stroke. I wanted to get away from him, wanted to hate his words, what he was, but instead I clenched around him, greedy, even while I tried to pull away.

  He smoothed my hair back with an insidious sort of gentleness and licked my shoulder. “The problem with playing the bad guy too long is that after a while, you start to like it. You live in the darkness too long, and you start to need it more than light.”

  “Kane, don’t. Just make me come and go away.”

  He slid his fingers out, then in, then out. Pleasure ripped through me and I groaned in defeat.

  “See, that’s what I like. I like knowing that you want what I give you, even when you shouldn’t. I like knowing that I can make you as twisted and broken as me. I like that you want the bad guy. Because the bad guy is me.”

  “No, you’re not.” Why the hell was I crying? For him, or for me? Was I crying for the goodness he’d lost, or the man I missed in him? “You’re not bad, Kane. You can be good. I’ve seen it.”

  “We’ll see if you think that by the end of the night.” He stepped away for a moment and foil crinkled. A condom. I turned to look over my shoulder. “Don’t move. Stay there and wait for my cock.”

  I got the feeling he was doing this now, fucking me after whipping me, jus
t to prove he wasn’t good, just to show me he took what he wanted and that was that. He was dangerous, not to be wanted. Worthless. I shouldn’t have wanted him, but I did.

  His cock rubbed against my ass and I pointed it out toward him before I’d considered it. “Give me your hands.”

  Whole body rushing with heat and lust, I let him put my hands above me on the window. He wound the belt around my wrists, binding them. “We’ll see how good you think I am while I use your fucking body the way it’s meant to be used.”

  “Oh, fuck. I hate you.”

  “I know you do.” He let out the sexiest groan, slipping his fingers up and down my wet pussy. Then he slid one up through my ass crack, and dipped it into my back door. He sucked my neck hard, and when he stopped, his voice was a dark rasp.

  “I told you once I would do anything to protect you, Anika.” His finger worked every nerve in my ass, sending delicious frissons of pain and pleasure through me. “If that alarm hadn’t gone off, yes, I would have used the prod on you. If I had to, I would have made you scream. And then I would have fucked you until we both came for all to see. That kingpin would have known you were mine once and for all.”

  Holy shit. The words should have terrified me. They did scare me with their intensity, the lengths he’d go to protect me, but they also did something else. The roughness in him made me crave every wicked, twisted thing he could do to me. I clawed at the window, and he tightened the belt at my wrists, while his one finger slid in and out of my ass. I rocked into him.

  For one agonizing moment, he stopped, and I almost collapsed. A drawer opened and then he came back to me. He slicked my ass, and then smooth metal pressed against my hole. Before I could question him, he pushed something small and bullet-shaped into my ass. Pain zinged along my passage, along with bolts of pleasure, and I groaned. He settled the plug inside me.