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

by Raven Dark

“Good?”

  I panted, nodding. Not trusting myself to speak. Kane’s huge hands cupped my ass, and I loved the way his palms almost covered the generous globes. Until him, I always felt my ass was too large, too wide, but he made it feel just right. He spread my cheeks and his cockhead spread my pussy opening, heightening the ache there.

  If I was hoping for a moment of gentleness, I was wrong. Kane didn’t slide into me, he hammered himself home, hard and deep. I whimpered, loving his brutality, needing the pain and pleasure of having both my holes filled so perfectly.

  “Fuck, you feel damn good, girl.”

  I moaned, unable to form words inside the maelstrom of pleasure. I expected him to pound me to his own hungry release, but that would have been too easy. Instead, kneading my breasts with both hands and biting my shoulder almost too hard, he thrust into me a few times, just long enough to claim me. Then he stopped, spun me to face him, and lifted me onto his hips.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m gonna have you every which way, Anika. All over this fucking room. Every way I want, and you’ll take all of it.” He spread my legs and drove in again. I threw my head back.

  “God, Kane.”

  “And you know what I’m gonna do when I’m done?” He slid in and out. “When I’m done, I’m gonna make you suck me off, and then we’ll start all over again.”

  Oh hell. I almost came from his words alone. I wanted to shove him away and crawl into a corner, as far from him as possible, refusing to acknowledge his ownership any way I could. Instead, my pussy clenched madly around his cock, and I buried my head in his shoulder. Letting him take me. Letting him have all of me.

  Kane’s pace quickened and I put my arms around him, my bound wrists making them a ring around his neck. He held me on his hips easily, taking his fill fast and hard. The plug in my ass only intensified the sensations. My climax rushed toward me, but moments before I came, he pulled out and whipped me onto the bed on my back.

  “Fuck, let me come.”

  “Shut your fucking mouth. You come when I say.” He straddled my chest.

  “This again?” I grinned up at him, watching his cock bob in front of me.

  He wasn’t smiling. “Yes. Come on, open.”

  I did, but he barely let me drop my mouth open before he grabbed my head and shoved inside. He would never know it, but I loved when he took my mouth like this. I sucked hard and fast, hoping he’d think I just wanted it over with. Resisting the urge to lick at him, take my time.

  “What did I tell you last time? Don’t rush me.” He stilled my head. I slowed down, lapping at his cockhead the way he liked. His musk mingled with my own taste making my need spike.

  “Better. That’s it. Be a good girl and let me enjoy this.” He growled when I rode my mouth up and down, and his hands gripped the bed to either side of my head while he rode my mouth. He was almost crushing me into the mattress and I didn’t care. Once again, I really was just a hole for his pleasure, and I loved it. I loved it, and I hated that about him, that he could make me like what he did to me.

  A moment later, Kane grunted and his juices shot down my throat, making my stomach roil a little. I forced a gag down and licked him off like he commanded. He pulled back and I stared.

  “You’re still fucking hard.”

  “I’m always hard for you. Roll over.”

  He didn’t give me a chance to obey. One moment I was staring up at him, and the next, he’d spun me on my stomach. His knees spread my legs apart and he flicked the coat aside, still not bothering to take it off.

  Every time Kane took me like this, there was something so nasty, so dirty about it, I nearly came before he even took out the plug and entered my ass.

  I heard the plug hit the floor and he slid into my ass, slow at first. When I groaned in pleasure, rubbing my ass into him, he gripped my thigh and growled his pleasure, thrusting in and out.

  “Fuck, yeah.” He took me deeper, spreading my legs wider, gripping my thigh until his nails dug in. When he rubbed against me, it heightened the stinging on my ass until I whimpered.

  “Kane, you’re so demented.” I lifted my head and he shoved it down, his powerful hand pinning me to the mattress while he fucked me. I screamed in pleasure. He pounded me faster. “Ah! Shit, I hate you!”

  “Good. You hold onto that hatred real tight.”

  Pleasure clawed at me, release rushing toward me fast.

  “Fuck….” Kane grunted in release, then pulled out before my own climax swept me into the undertow. When he spun me around, I clawed at him.

  “Ugh. You bastard.”

  He devoured my mouth and laughed when I bit him.

  The rest of the night was a blur. He showered with quick efficiency, then washed me down, rubbing that cool, soothing ointment on my ass. He did it with an almost alarming coldness, as if his odd way of opening up to me made it necessary for him to counteract that with pure master-like ownership. As soon as he had me cleaned, he pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me face down into a chair and took my pussy again. I groaned and clawed at the chair’s backrest, riding the wave of my orgasm, knowing he’d only rip it away again.

  “Is this nice, Anika? You still think I’m a nice man? That I can be saved?” His voice was a frightening growl.

  “Yes,” I whispered. God, I loathed him. He was trying to scare me, trying to prove he was just a monster. I wasn’t sure if it was working or not.

  He quickened a few strokes, then pulled out. Turned me around and pushed me to the floor. “Open.”

  Oh, Christ. From a few nights ago, I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue. I hated when he did this, when he pumped onto my tongue, letting his thick juices coat it. The flavor was too intense this way, and yet, the ownership in his actions, the obvious degradation, made me wet all over again. I was all his. His hole. His not-slave.

  Kane came in my mouth and then painted my lips with his come. “Swallow, Anika. All of it.”

  I forced down a gag and swallowed all of him. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. Then he tied me to his bed with his belt and rode my ass until I came with blinding fury.

  Well, he did promise to take me all night.

  * * * * *

  It was going on 3AM by the time Kane pulled me into his arms and covered us with the blankets. Laid out with my back to his chest so we were half on our backs, half on our sides, we’d ended up with the sheets twisted around us, as if the bed itself sought to keep us together.

  “Were you supposed to go to California tonight?”

  “Nope.” He settled more comfortably under me. “Dinner with my father on Thursday, remember? There’s no point in flying all the way to Cali for a day. We’ll go Friday or Saturday.”

  “We?” I smiled, unable to help the warmth that spread through me that he wanted me with him beyond his time here.

  “Mm. Don’t make a fuss out of it. I have meetings all weekend. I want you there to tend to my needs.”

  Irritation bit at me, even while my muscles tightened at the possession in his tone. Except, did I imagine the affection in it when he kissed his way along my cheek to my ear.

  “Where will we be staying?

  “I have a nice house in Bel Air.”

  “Ohh.” I gave a mocking gasp. “Bel Air.”

  He smiled into my hair, picking up on my annoyance with his wealth, the way he flaunted it. “I won’t be there much, except to please myself with you. You’ll stay there while I’m on business.”

  “With mobsters in fancy suits.”

  “Some of them are, yeah.”

  Unsure what to say next, I snuggled into him and looked at the ceiling. More than once, he’d made it clear, he didn’t do the whole morning after thing. My stomach did a flip flop. He’d spent the night hammering home that I was his property, that there would never be anything between us but this wild, twisted sex fest, and yet, here he was with his arms around me like some loving boyfriend. It riled me, the way he made
me want more. More of what he couldn’t give.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be gone now?” I lifted his hand and nipped his finger.

  He slapped my thigh just hard enough to sting. “Go to sleep, Anika.” His voice was so sexy, throaty with fatigue.

  “No, answer me first. Shouldn’t you be spending time with the little woman? I mean, Gala’s here, right? She’s not in Cali?”

  He rumbled in annoyance and his arms slid away. “Why do you have to do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Every time we have a moment, you have to bring up my fiancée.”

  “Is that what this is? A moment? Do we have those?”

  He bit my ear, hard. “Stop it.

  Fresh desire heated my pussy in spite of the soreness there. He’d used me like his toy, and I wanted it all over again. Why the thought of him with another woman only made me want him more, I didn’t know. I wanted him all for myself and it stung knowing I didn’t have him. Not really.

  “You said it’s not what it looks like. If you want me to accept you marrying another woman, you’ll have to do better than that.”

  He sighed and slid out from under me, grabbing his pants. Just like that, he shut me out. I watched his muscles tense, his face mask over. Before he’d even done up his expensive Armani slacks, he’d already donned that infernal distance, that Mafioso coldness, like a cloak. Women accepted what their men did, other women and all, and that was that.

  I sat up, smirking at him, covering my loneliness with sarcasm. “So that’s it? I ask one uncomfortable question, and you’re going to stomp off in a huff?”

  “I—” He cut off with an angry rumble. I’d deliberately made his actions emasculating and I grinned, knowing he’d be furious now.

  Instead, he only smiled and snatched a clean shirt out of his huge closet. “We’re not doing this. Not now.”

  “Kane, just tell me. If I’m not the other woman, then what am I?”

  He spun around. “Damn it.” Crossed the room to me. “You are what ever I say you are!”

  I covered my intimidation and sprang up from the bed. “Is it so bad that—” I caught myself almost yelling when he glared, and lowered my voice. I was pissed, but he’d warned me about the dangers of speaking out where others could hear. I wouldn’t endanger either of us by being more vocal than a woman in my position should be. Whatever my position was. “Is it so bad that I hate the thought of you with someone else? Does commitment make you that uncomfortable?”

  “Be quiet, girl.”

  “No. What if I decided to have another man? Would you like that?” No way in hell would I ever cheat on him, but I knew it would rile him to hear me say it.

  He let out a slow, dangerous noise and put his finger in my face. “Don’t. Don’t you even joke about that, or I’ll make tonight’s whipping look like a fucking cakewalk.”

  When I widened my eyes in anger, he shoved me back against the wall. His huge hand dominated my chest, while he pushed his other hand between my legs, gripping my pussy.

  “This is mine. Any man ever touches what’s mine, and you’ll see what a monster I am, ’cause I’ll kill him.”

  His words sent a mix of wild hunger and thrilling fear through me. No man had ever sounded so possessive over me. Not trusting myself to speak, I said nothing, only waited for him to back off.

  When he finally straightened, his face was all stone. He put on his belt, just like that, getting ready to leave again.

  It was absurd, but painful abandonment twisted in my heart, and with it, a healthy dose of feeling used. “So you’re leaving then? That’s it? You used me for your pleasure, and you’re gone?”

  “Yes. I told you that part of being with me means you have to accept certain things.”

  “Where the hell are you going?”

  I expected him to say he was going to see Gala. Instead, he snatched his blazer out of his closet and threw it on.

  “Kane. Where the hell are you going at 3AM?”

  “Out.” He marched to the drawer of the stand beside me and opened it, took out the grey Glock I’d seen there before. I stared at the large silvery pistol, surprised this time he was being so brazen about it. He loaded a magazine in and slammed it home.

  My heart pounded. “What are you going to do, Kane? You’re not going to kill anyone, are you?”

  “Stay here.”

  “Ugh. You’re an asshole.”

  “Deal with it.”

  Not that there was anything I could have done or any place I could have gone at this hour, but with the way he was behaving, the command somehow felt like a lock turning on a barred door. He’d never made me feel like a prisoner, but I felt like one now. A chill passed over me with the thought of what shit he’d get up to with that pistol.

  Without another word, he turned and stalked out of the suite, gun in a cold, hard grip.

  Furious and needing to feel like I still had some semblance of control, I waited until he was gone, then threw a shoe at the doorway, at the space where his back had been. I wished I had the guts to throw it at his head, but I was too sore to stand another whipping.

  Before, he’d said his relationship with Gala Rossi wasn’t what it looked like, but I was no closer to knowing what that even meant. Somehow, I’d find out what was going on between them. He’d sucked me into this life of his, made me want him, made me want so much more than whatever the hell it was we had. I wasn’t going to accept his being with someone else like this, because I couldn’t imagine how the hell there could ever be a good reason to play around with a woman’s heart. No, I’d get to the bottom of their relationship, and to hell with the consequences.

  If only I’d known how wrong I was.

  3

  I stalked to the elevator and stabbed the button, shaking my head. The trouble was, I wasn’t sure if I was shaking it at myself, or at Anika’s behavior. I knew she was still struggling to fit into my world, trying to find her place in it, but did she have to make things so difficult all the time? She couldn’t just accept anything for what it was.

  Then again, nothing was ever what it looked like in my world, and the truth was, I couldn’t have wanted her as much as I did if she didn’t always question, always try to make things better. She wanted to save me, and while that sentiment made her naïve, it also made her so much harder to let go of. She had to be the only one who didn’t think I was just a lost cause, a monster who was evil and beyond saving simply by being my father’s son. I knew how hard this was for her, and here I was making her think I was out doing something criminal just to get on her nerves.

  I leaned against the elevator wall and put my head back. I was exhausted and needed sleep, but I couldn’t be with her now. She couldn’t think I felt for her, and there was no way I could hide what I did feel if I stayed.

  Instead of heading to one of the other two hotels I owned to sleep, I drove around New York in my favorite old black corvette, tearing up the streets and traffic laws as I went. David hated when I did this, almost as much as my father did. My father, because he was convinced that if left to my own devices I would crash the car and kill his only legitimate heir. David, because the man insisted I needed the protection he always gave when with me.

  Gripping the steering wheel, I clenched my teeth. “She’ll have to accept things sooner or later,” I muttered. I wasn’t sure if I meant my Mafia connections, or Gala, or both.

  Going on 4AM, just as I was returning to the Lion’s Head’s underground parking lot, my phone buzzed. David, probably, having gotten up to start his day, and realizing I was gone.

  But the caller wasn’t David. I scrunched my brows at the number on the screen, and the name. Reginald? Then I remembered. The waiter at the hotel who’d delivered Anika and I a late night snack a couple of nights ago, only he’d put rats under the tray lids, stabbed with knives for toothpicks, and drizzled with blood. Courtesy of Dominic Gavini.

  “Hello, Reginald.” I let the appropriate menace fill my voice.


  “Uh…Mr. Davros. Sorry to bother you. I…I…”

  “What do you want?”

  He cleared his throat nervously. “You wanted me to tell you when Gavini had something going down, right?”

  Adrenaline spiked in me. A fight with Anika always made me want to get my hands dirty, and she and I had been looking for something to use against him for too long. “What’s going on?”

  “One of his men just showed up here. He just beat the shit out of Audrey. He’s still in the dining room, eating, making her serve him coffee.”

  Audrey, my sweet, pretty head cook, who’s two boys would be able to go to college because of her job with my hotel. I clenched the wheel so hard I don’t know how it didn’t come off. “Where are you?”

  “In the pantry.”

  “Stay there.” I hung up before he could answer and threw the gearshift down, speeding to my parking spot in the owner’s area.

  In minutes I’d raced through the hotel to the almost deserted kitchen area. At this hour, only a skeleton crew worked, two waiters and two cooks. In an hour, when business patrons woke for their morning coffees before work, the shift would double, and when the tourists and families started coming down, it would quadruple. Perfect. Only a man and woman sat in a corner whispering to each other over coffee, and a couple of business men talked in another corner. Not a lot of people would see what I was about to do.

  It didn’t take long for me to figure out which one of the men was Audrey’s attacker. One of the business men was laughing and making sexist jokes, his meaty fist all split with bloody knuckles.

  “Hey, Mister Dravros,” one of the other men said when I marched over to the table. “Nice establishm—” He cut off when I grabbed the man with the bloody knuckles by the shoulders and easily pulled him up to his feet.

  “Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing Davros?” he yelled.

  “Teaching you a lesson, apparently.” I gripped the back of his neck, ignoring his struggles, and tossed him through the swinging door that led to the kitchen.

  “You fucking animal, get off me!”

  Without a word, I shoved him toward the back counter, where most of the tools I wanted for this “lesson” were.