Owned by the Mob Boss

by Ashley Hall

  "You enjoying the show?" she asked, coming closer to me, putting her hands on my hands as I gripped the bed.

  Her tits were dangling right in front of me, and I leaned forward to kiss them.

  As she pulled back, she slapped my cheek. Not hard, but enough to make it burn a little, clearly telling me she wasn’t done.

  That was it, I jerked to my feet. Her shirt tumbled off my lap, and my cock jutted forth through my unzipped jeans. The pre-cum was visible, glistening on the tip of the head, and I watched as she licked her lips. "I want to touch you," I said through gritted teeth. My balls were on burning with the ache of desire. If she didn't hurry up, I'd have to take matters into my own hands.

  "Sit back down," she ordered.

  Reluctantly, I did.

  Sky sauntered back over, hips swaying from side to side. She sashayed towards me until ours knees touched and then she turned around and lowered herself onto my lap. She rubbed her panty-clad ass against my hardened cock, slowly sliding back and forth a few times before standing back up again. Turning, this time, she faced me as she straddled my lap. Her hands going behind her unhooking her bra. As the straps slid down her shoulders, the desire to touch her smooth skin, to claim her body, was overwhelming, but I refused to give in. This was her striptease and I'd play by her rules.

  For now.

  She slid up and down, rubbing the fabric of her panties on my cock, her tits swaying up and down as she moved. Her nipples were hardened peaks, just begging to be sucked and bitten. My cock grew even harder as she ground down on me.

  Suddenly, she leaned forward, just enough for her nipples to brush against my shirt. Fuck. I had forgotten I was still fully dressed. This was taking far too long, but I knew that allowing this sexy little dance to play out, I'd be enjoying the orgasm all the more.

  As soon as her nipples touched me, she pulled back.

  "Fucking tease," I muttered, eyes half lidded.

  "I'm just getting started," she said with a wink. She slid off my lap—damn her—turned around so I had a clear view of her fine ass, bent over, and slowly slid her panties down and stepped out of them.

  Overcome with desire, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back onto my lap, onto my cock, filling her in one deep thrust. She jerked in my arms, crying out, and I stilled.

  "Did I hurt you?"

  "N-no…" She glanced over her shoulder to look at me. "Just not yet." Her chest was heaving, her breasts in my hands, my fingers twisting and teasing her nipples. "Not yet," she repeated, pushing my hands away.

  Once again, she stood up and turned around to face me. She pushed hard on my chest, and I allowed her to lay me back on the bed. Sky straddled me and lifted my shirt up from the bottom just enough to expose my stomach. She kissed the exposed skin, lifting the shirt as she went, continuing to kiss her way up to my chest. I squirmed as I felt her tongue linger to lick and taste me. She continued her seduction as she began to take off my clothes.

  After a long, agonizing minute, she removed my shirt completely and lowered her mouth to mine. The kiss was hot. Her lips and tongue frantic and harsh against mine. I wondered if it was possible to bruise lips, because mine felt swollen, as she pulled away.

  "Getting there," she murmured as she ran her fingernails over my chest, paying special attention to my nipples.

  "You're evil," I muttered, closing my eyes.

  Her laugh was soft, and it stirred my cock even more. A groan tore out of me.

  "Don't like being tortured, do you?" Her fingers wrapped around my cock and squeezed.

  More pre-cum leaked out, but already she had removed her hand.

  "I'm not going to lay back and take this for much longer," I warned.

  "Oh, you will if you want me."

  My eyes flew open. "That's not how this works," I protested.

  "Just this once," she pleaded.

  How could I deny her anything? I was so crazy with desire, I would let her do just about anything to me.

  "Just… just don't take too long about it," I grumbled.

  "Isn't that the point?" she asked innocently. "Rushing this would take away some of the pleasure." She licked her lips.

  I groaned. "Torture."

  Her hand reached around behind her to grab my cock again. "You're so hard and big. I can't wait to ride you."

  "Well then." I thrust my hips upward. "Get on."

  "Not with your jeans on."

  She shimmied down the length of my body, so she wasn't straddling my chest anymore, and slowly eased off my jeans. Finally, we were both naked. She could ride me all night long if she wanted to.

  Again, I closed my eyes, wanting to relish in her soft touches. Her lips, her tongue, her mouth were licking and sucking the tip of my cock. Just the tip, not the rest of him. Teasing me with the possibilities. I wanted to rip out my hair. This really was torture, and the wait was agonizing.

  Her mouth released the tip of my cock, and I moaned in frustration. But then she rubbed her slick folds against me. Letting the tip of my cock, glide against her entrance. Every time I thought she would finally take me inside of her, she moved away.

  I gripped her shoulders and pulled her down to kiss her. It felt so hot to taste myself on her lips. Lifting my hips, I tried to force her down onto me.

  She wiggled and tried to fight me, but when I reached a hand between us and stroked her clit, she let out a gasp and slid down onto me.

  "Like that?" I asked, applying more pressure, thrusting upward with my hips.

  "You do know what I like…" She closed her eyes, head back. So fucking erotic. So fucking hot.

  She continued her slow, tortuous pace even when I began to stroke her clit faster and harder with my fingers. She continued to torture me. Her deep, heavy breathing told me she was close, though, and I pulled my hand away.

  Her eyes opened, and she glowered at me. "Why did you stop?"

  "You were torturing me…all’s fair right," I said with a smirk.

  "You loved it," she protested, but began riding me a little harder and faster.

  "And you don't?"

  "I just want… oh!"

  I had lifted my hips high just when she had brought herself down, and I buried myself deep inside of her. Again, I thrust deep into her until I felt her walls collapse and pulse around my cock, so tight and warm and wet.

  She screamed my name then, and it was almost my undoing. But I didn't allow myself to release just yet. I refused to give her the satisfaction just yet.

  "Where do you think you're going?" I asked when she lifted herself off my shaft.

  "Relax." She reached behind her and played with my balls. Oh, fucking hell. Sky was a vixen. She was going to kill me. Death by near orgasm.

  Well, there were a lot of other worse ways to go, but I would prefer death while actually orgasming.

  Sky winked at me. I winked back, waiting for her to make her next move. As enjoyable as this torture was, she was on a short leash. She just didn't know it yet. Eventually, I was going to take over, and then she'd realize that torture wasn't just for me.

  One long, lean leg crossed over so both were on the right side of me. Then the other leg crossed to be on the left. She'd turned around, so now her back faced me. I rubbed my hands on her smooth back, enjoying the view of her round ass. Her fingers secured my cock, and she guided me into her. She straddled me again, and I couldn't tell who was enjoying it more, her or me.

  Each time she lifted up, I squeezed her ass. God, what a view. What a fucking incredible view.

  I tried to reach around to touch her clit, to force another orgasm out of her, but I couldn't quite reach, not with me lying down. Her movements were becoming more frantic, and while I loved that she was controlling the action, her grunts were becoming more and more frustrated. If she was going to come again, she needed my help.

  The next time she went up, I quickly made my move and sat up.

  "Oh," she gasped, falling forward.

  My han
ds cupped her tits, pulling her back up so she was sitting on my lap backward.

  "I can't…" she muttered.

  "You can. You will."

  She shifted her legs slightly and resumed her frantic pace. I kept my hands on her tits, squeezing them, tugging on her nipples. Her moans were growing louder and louder, and my grin was growing wider and wider to match. As soon as I touched her clit, she screamed. Another few thrusts and she was coming again.

  Sky sagged against me, but I started to chuckle. "Oh, we're not done yet."

  Over her shoulder, she glanced at me. "You haven't…"

  "Not yet." I picked her up and, moving carefully so that I stayed inside of her, laid her on the bed so that she was on all fours. One of my favorite positions—doggie style. I could go in so deep and touch her wherever I wanted…

  Now that I was in control—finally—I thrust into her deep, hard, and fast. She threw her head back, her long hair splaying across her back. Holding onto her hip with one hand, I pushed her hair aside with the other and kissed her neck. Her giggle quickly turned into a moan when I slammed into her again.

  "Do you like that?" I asked, thrusting deeper.

  "Oh… y-yes…"

  "How about this?" I pulled all the way out of her and then plunged all the way back in.

  Her scream echoed off the walls. So loud. Sky was a screamer, just like Allie had been.

  "You like it, huh? I know what you like." My hands cupped her breasts again, using them as leverage as I thrust deep into her. I so wanted to come, and I was so close, but I also wanted to savor this moment. This was incredible. Having her again was incredible. I never thought I would ever have her again—not after she broke my heart, not after I left again this morning.

  But then she had come back to me. She'd returned. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. We belonged together.

  First and foremost, we belonged together in bed.

  "You… do…"

  I couldn't touch her enough—her breasts, her nipples, her flat stomach, her shoulders, her neck, her back, her ass… everywhere. Her body was a canvas, and I wanted to paint on her, to leave marks. I wanted everyone to know she belonged to me.

  I began to massage her back with my fingers, leaving light kisses on her shoulders and upper back. She sighed beneath my touches.

  But I couldn't be gentle for long. Wanting to claim her as my own, with my next kiss, I sucked hard, and then bit down on her neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. My mark. She was mine.

  I licked, kissed, and nipped my way across her body. On her shoulders, the back of her neck, around toward the front of it, even by her hip.

  I moved to flip her over, but as soon as I did, she wrapped her legs around me and shoved my shoulder so that I was knocked over onto my back. She straddled me once more and kissed me so passionately we were both left breathless. Then she moved her lips to my cheeks and then my neck, sucking hard. Each time her lips pressed against my skin, a shot of pleasure flooded throughout my body, heading straight to my cock.

  I should've known I couldn't mark and claim her body without her doing the same. She was mine, but I was also hers.

  Oh, God, her soft hands on my body, her lips, her tongue… I wasn't sure just how much longer I could hold out for.

  "Your stamina is impressive," she murmured. She licked her way up my abs to my neck before kissing me. "Amazing. Are you always like this?"

  "Believe me, we had our shares of quickies."

  "Mmm." She smiled. "I like when we can take our time."

  "You and me both, babe, you and me both. But…" I shifted to be on my arms. "If I don't come soon, my balls are going to explode."

  "We can't have that now, can we?"

  "No way."

  She shifted to sit beside me, her eye twinkling, and hell, she'd never looked more beautiful. Her hair wild with passion, her face flushed, and her lips swollen. The marks on her neck were almost like a necklace, and all I could think was mine, mine, mine.

  My cock was so hard it was throbbing, painfully with need. I got up, kneeling, and motioned her over. She started to hook her ankles together behind my back, but I pushed her legs apart and hoisted her legs onto my shoulders.

  "That all right?" I asked as I lined myself up to the folds of her pussy.

  She nodded, breathing heavily, her tits bouncing.

  I drove into her, in one hard thrust, waiting to allow her body to take me all in I was enjoying myself, but my pleasure was contingent on hers.

  At one point, she lifted her hips slightly.

  "Am I not going fast enough?" I asked.

  "No," she moaned.

  "No?" I went even slower. "Hard enough?"

  "No." She shook her head frantically.

  I went even softer. "What about deep enough?"

  "N—"

  Without warning, I drove into her deep and hard, over and over again. Harder and faster with each thrust. Our breathing grew frantic, and our moans louder, and soon, I couldn't hold back any longer. With one more deep thrust, I spilled my cum deep inside of her, my cock pulsating as she screamed, "Sha… dow!"

  "That's it, baby," I grunted.

  "Oh… yes! Yes!" Her legs slid down off my shoulders and she lay quietly on the bed, eyes closed, a contented smile on her lips.

  I laid next to her, pulling her close. Her body fit so perfectly in the crook of my arm, her head nestled against my neck.

  This was what I was missing, what my life was been missing. A feeling I didn’t recognize at first, washed over me, and it took me a moment to realize what it was.

  Happiness. I was happy.

  With Sky.

  But even as I felt this happiness, the doubt creeped in. I knew just how tenuous it was. At any moment, it could all go away. Sky could decide my flaws outweighed any positives. She could break my heart again, and I had a feeling that if she did, I would never recover. Or I could get caught by the police. A mission could go wrong, and I could be the one who ends up dead. Fuck, I could be hit by a car like Sky had been. So many things could go wrong, could ruin everything.

  So, yes, I was happy, but for how long?

  Chapter Eleven

  Sky

  The sun shone through the window, and I stirred. My eyes opened, and I winced at the brightness. A groan escaped as I stretched my arms high above my head. A smile crossed my face and a welcome, and familiar soreness filled my body. Sex with Shadow was beyond amazing and last night the bar, he had definitely set the bar high. Almost too high. How could he top that? And what was amazing to me, was that he enjoyed what I did to him. I might not have my memories, but some things came naturally, and sex was one of them.

  Shadow still slept, peaceful now. At times during the night, he had been a little restless… until I would touch his back or rub his shoulder. Then he would settle down immediately. It made me feel powerful like we were connected on another level and I needed that. After the terrible things that had happened to me recently, and what had happened to him in the past, we both needed each other.

  We were two broken people; Shadow and I. He had one hell of a past and I couldn’t remember mine. I doubted that I knew everything that had happened to him. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I wanted to know all of the explicit details anyway. His past had molded him into the sexy badass biker he was today… But he was also a man who killed pedophiles. However deserving of it they may be, that was a part of him I could never accept.

  As for me, a car accident left me with no memories of who I was. To make matters worse, after I was discharged from the hospital, two guys tried to abduct me. Luckily, Shadow had witnessed the abduction attempt and rescued me. We had dated before, apparently, but I had broken his heart and left him after learning that he was a killer. But, fate had brought us together again, and now I was hoping to rescue him from the darkness raging within, while also struggling to learn more about my past and forge a new life for myself, post-accident.

  With a yawn, I
sat up and stretched some more. We hadn't gotten much sleep last night and I had a feeling that was going to be the case for us for a long while. No way was I going to complain about that! There was just something about Shadow. I just couldn't tell him no. In the bedroom at least, there wasn't anything I wasn't willing to try, so long as it was with him.

  Content to just sit there, I looked out the window. The day was ready, waiting for us and I had no idea what to expect. There was something so exciting about everyday being a new adventure… but I needed routine too, and I did have responsibilities I couldn't ignore for long, namely my hospital and therapy bills. Without a job, I had no way to pay them and without my memory, what place of employment would hire a girl who had no experience?