Owned by the Mob Boss

by Ashley Hall

  Ugh, I did not want to lose my good mood. I shifted to stare down at my hot biker stud and immediately felt better.

  As if realizing he was being watched Shadow rolled over. "Time to get up already?" he asked, opening his eyes and grinning recklessly at me.

  "Yes." I swatted his hand as he reached for my bare breast. Sleeping nude with him was already the standard. I wasn't sure who enjoyed the familiarity more, him or me.

  "Fun," he muttered. He closed his eyes again then popped one eye open and then the other. "Come on." Shadow sat up easily, and I enjoyed watching his abs flex. The man was all muscle and I so loved how it felt to be in his arms. He climbed out of bed and started to pull on jeans.

  "Someone's in a hurry," I commented, not wanting to get out of bed yet.

  His sly wink had my stomach doing flips that sent jolts of pleasure straight through me. "I have plans for us for today."

  "And they are?" My nipples hardened at his sexy tone.

  "Just get dressed and grab a quick bite to eat. We're leaving in ten." He pulled on a shirt and left the room and all I wished, at that moment, was that he would come back to bed with me, that our day could start as an encore of last night.

  As it turned out, it was actually fifteen minutes before we left the clubhouse, and the burnt pancakes I had eaten weren't sitting well in my stomach. Someone needed to teach those boys how to cook! But if Shadow was going to keep me up all hours of the night—which I wasn't going to deny either of us the pleasure of—that teacher was not going to be me.

  I climbed onto his bike behind him and wrapped my arms around his midsection, hugging him tight. It was always a rush to ride with him. It felt so freeing, it made me feel so alive and right now, I needed that in my life. I needed him. Life seemed manageable with him, despite everything.

  We zoomed along the Louisiana highway racing along the beach. The wind blew my hair back and I laughed, content. The day was glorious, sunny but not too hot, with fresh ocean breezes blowing our way. Already today seemed perfect, peaceful. Just the two of us. We could handle anything together.

  Eventually, Shadow turned off the highway and drove us down to the beach. He parked and we walked along the warm sand. His hand felt right in mine and I couldn't stop smiling. My sister might hate Shadow, and while I wouldn't say I was in love with him, maybe someday soon I would be again. If I could just convince him to stop killing pedophiles, everything would be right in the world. But that meant he would have to come to terms with his past, and no way would that be an easy feat for him. It would take time. I would have to be patient. Shadow was worth saving, regardless of what Marie thought. I had been given a second chance at life. He deserved one too.

  "If you had told me we were going to the beach, I would've…" I stopped and bit my lower lip. I didn't have a bathing suit. I didn't have much of anything. Shortly before the car accident, I had broken things off with Shadow. I didn't know where I moved to, where my clothes were, what my life had been like. Honestly, other than having a place to sleep and crappy food to eat, I didn't have much else in the world. Depression had clouded my life throughout my hospital stay and inpatient therapy sessions, and now that same dark fog was threatening to take over me again.

  "We're not going swimming." He had been walking a little faster than me, but he'd halted when I had. Now he turned around to give me that lopsided smile of his, the one that made me weak in the knees.

  "Where are we going?" I asked, squeezing his hand. We weren't exactly heading down the beach to the shore.

  "Just you wait and see." He winked, looking so incredibly sexy, and tugged me along.

  Shadow led me up a sand dune and into a little cove, mostly hidden from view from those down on the beach. As soon as shadows covered us from the midday sun, he pulled me into his arms, kissing me as if he might never have the chance to again. I pushed him back, trying to catch my breath, but he was already kissing me again. His hands fumbling with my shirt, rushing so he could touch my bare skin underneath it.

  I broke away again, suddenly nervous. "Shadow." I glanced outside of the cove. There were so many people around. Despite the shadows concealing us, all they had to do was look up, and we, and what we were doing, would be very obvious. "What if someone sees us?"

  "Trust me." His tongue trailed along my throat and my eyes fluttered close. "There's nothing like having sex in public. It's so dangerous…" His hands reached up beneath my shirt and unhooked my bra. "And erotic…" His hands now covered my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, making them so tight it almost hurt. The good kind of pain. "And un-fucking-believable."

  While I might be willing to believe that—sex with Shadow was always unbelievable—but in public? Was he crazy? I mean, yeah, I was getting wet just thinking about how naughty this was but still…

  "I don't think—"

  "Sh." He pressed a finger gently against my lips. "Now isn't the time for thinking." His fingers tugged on my nipples, and a shot of pure pleasure coursed through me. My panties were already soaked.

  I swallowed hard. "Maybe if we found another place, one that was less crowded, less exposed…"

  "Babe, the more chances of being watched, the better." His eyes twinkled in a dark, teasing way, and I knew then that I was lost. As it turned out, I couldn't just not say no to him in the bedroom. When it came to sex, anything with him was a go.

  Even so, I bit my lip and tried my best not to move or moan as his hands wandered over my body. I didn't want anyone to see. Our time was for us. No one else was invited.

  "You're so tense. Relax, babe," he whispered into my ear before licking my earlobe.

  I shivered. Just a flick of his tongue had my knees shaking. "I… I can't," I whispered.

  "Try. Focus on me. Don't worry about anyone else. We're two people enjoying each other's bodies. We just happen to be outside. That's all." He pulled me closer to him, stroking my back.

  Swallowing hard, I nodded. I could try. I would try.

  He stepped back so there was a little bit of space between us and slipped his hand down the front of my denim miniskirt. I spread my legs to give him better access. "Fuck, you're so wet."

  I was. And I was panting. Hot with desire. Okay, so maybe it was hot to think that someone might look our way. We were in the shadows, though, so what would they really see? Two faceless people sharing passion. No one would recognize us. What was the big deal?

  But when he curled two fingers inside of me, I couldn't help tensing up.

  "Relax, Sky," he whispered, his deep voice caressing my name. "Trust me."

  I shook my head then pressed my forehead to his chest. "It's just…"

  "If you let me, I can make this very enjoyable for you. But if you really want me to stop…" He removed his hand, pulling his fingers out of me.

  I gasped at the lack of contact between us. My body craved him. He was like a drug and I was craving my fix. My Shadow. My best choice or my worst mistake? At this point, I wasn't sure and I wasn't about to try and sort through that right now.

  With a slight grin, feeling a little better about the situation, I grabbed his hand. "You'll make me enjoy it?"

  He nodded, that wicked glint in his eye making me squirm with desire. "Oh, yeah, babe."

  "Go ahead," I dared him, desperately wanting him to make good on his word.

  His chuckle had me smiling shyly, but when one hand grabbed my ass and the other went back to stroking the heat between my thighs, my smile turned more sly than shy. I wiggled a hand between us—we were standing very close—grabbing his cock through his jeans. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. Every time I touched him, I couldn't get over how long, thick, and big he was. I didn't know if I had ever been with a man other than Shadow but right now, he was more than enough for me. Just him, me, and his big hard cock.

  I giggled uncontrollably.

  "What's so funny?" He kissed the hollow of my neck and I rubbed against his cock harder in response, loving how he seemed to grow in my hand.

>   "Your cock is all I need." I winked at him, feeling fun, flirty, and free.

  "Not me?" he asked. "Just my cock?"

  "Mm-hm." I nodded, loving that he seemed offended.

  "Should I just get you a dildo?" Before I could respond, he bent down slightly and took a nipple into his mouth through my shirt.

  A strangled gasp tore out of me, I wrapped my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. I wanted to feel all of him against me, needing his touch, craving it, yearning for it with everything I had.

  "Can a dildo do this?" he whispered as he bent down more, kneeling in front of me. He lifted my miniskirt enough to put his head between my legs and licked my swollen clit through my soaked undies. Oh, God, THAT felt amazing.

  "N-no…" I could hardly talk. Or stand.

  "Or this?" He shoved not one, not two, but three fingers past my panties and inside of me as he continued to work my clit through the fabric of my underwear. I rocked my hips forward, grinding against his face. When my orgasm rolled through me, all I could do was crumble down around him, my legs unable to support me. My body already spent and satisfied.

  "No," I whispered, my eyes closed, breathing heavily. "I guess I don't just need your cock."

  "What do you need?" he asked in that dangerous voice of his.

  I opened my eyes to see him staring up at me, an unreadable expression on his face. Shadows covered half his face, making him look dark and dangerous, and oh-so-sexy. Oh God, I was in trouble, so much trouble.

  My lips parted, but no sound came out. I couldn't talk. I couldn't vocalize just what I wanted because I didn't know exactly what I wanted. In this moment, I desired him, but would it last forever? Would we? With my past a blur, my future seemed just as hazy and unclear and that terrified me.

  He must have read something in my face, or maybe he just didn't care to have an answer—yet—but he pulled himself up to me again bringing my face to his. His lips consumed mine, our lips and tongues battled, fighting a war of the most erotic nature, one where there were no victors and no losers. All that mattered was how it felt, and it felt so damn good.

  After a moment, just kissing him wasn't enough for me. I had to touch him. Mindful to keep his clothes on in case anyone did happen to look our way, I reached beneath his shirt so my nails could run up and down the hard lines of his back. Shadow was so muscular, he made me feel so safe when he held me. He could protect me from the evils of the world.

  But who would protect me from him? Because with each kiss, I feared I was losing myself to him.

  I clung to him as he pulled me to a sitting position. Our hands and lips roving all over, kissing, tasting and touching, desperately trying to get our fill of each other's bodies. It would never be enough. We could attempt to satiate our thirsts of desire for each other, but we would never be satisfied, and somehow, it didn't seem like a crime to want to keep on going despite that. The trying was so fulfilling.

  Our hips gyrated against each other's, bumping and grinding, my body vibrating with need. I knew it wouldn't be long before I orgasmed again. He made my body come alive sexually. He fulfilled my every erotic desire, even the ones I didn't know I had. Or maybe I had. Maybe we had had sex in public before. I didn't know, nor did I care. The past didn't matter, only right here, right now.

  Oh, yeah, he definitely was making me enjoy having sex in public. I even glanced out of the opening of the cove, almost hoping someone was watching us pleasure each other, but no one was.

  "Are you ready?" he whispered in my ear, his breath warm.

  "For anything." I stared at him, breathing heavily. My breasts heaving against his large hands as he squeezed them.

  "I'm going to make you scream," he warned and promised at the same time.

  I laughed softly and shook my head emphatically, my long hair flying everywhere. "No, you won't."

  "Yes, I will," he averred, his eyes going dark.

  No. Sex in public was one thing but announcing it to the world? Not going to happen. Nope.

  "Go ahead. Try and make me," I challenged him.

  His lips quirked into that sexy smile. "For that, you little minx. I’m going to make you beg for it first. There isn’t anything I can’t make you do." It might've sounded like he was boasting, but he was probably just telling the truth.

  His finger trailed up my arm and I shivered. He really could make me do anything, including coming multiple times. He knew me, knew every inch of my body; it was wonderful and terrifying at the same time.

  And that's when I knew that I wanted the same thing from him. I wanted to be able to make him do anything I wanted him to do, both inside of the bedroom and outside of it. For us to work for the long term, that had to be the case.

  Only, I had no idea if I would ever reach that point with him, even though I desperately wanted it.

  His hands slid down to my hips and he turned me over, guiding me onto all fours. Sex from behind. I already knew he loved this position and honestly, I loved it too. It was so dirty and animalistic, savage almost. It lacked the personal connection I normally wanted from sex, but right now, I just needed him any way I could get him. I shoved my ass back toward him, waiting for him to enter.

  "Bring it," I said through gritted teeth as he lifted my miniskirt and shoved my panties to the side, his finger brushing against the already sensitive folds of my sex.

  I braced myself, waiting for him to slam into me with one thrust, but he eased his tip in slowly, inch by delicious inch, tortuously, until finally all of him was inside of me. His strokes were slow but persistent inside of me, almost gently. I couldn't believe how sensual it was without the roughness. Sometimes, there was no other term for what we did other than fucking. Right now, this was the closest we had come to lovemaking, and that realization alone was almost enough to push me over the edge.

  The fingers of his right hand slipped from my hip, around to my clit, the stimulation and his steady thrusting had me seeing colorful stars. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I was moaning—moaning, not screaming—but it was getting harder to remember why I had to keep quiet, so freaking hard…

  All at once, he changed up the tempo. It wasn't almost lovemaking anymore, but full on fucking. Shadow was ramming into me hard, fast and deep, so deep, penetrating deeper than ever before. His fingers were still busy working my clit and it was all I could do to remain on all fours, to take the pounding. It felt so good, so incredible, and when I came, I screamed out, "Shadow!" as loud as I could.

  And I didn't give a damn who heard me.

  Chapter Twelve

  Shadow

  The sand of the cove felt cool against my feverish skin. I was sweating, burning almost, after that incredible orgasm. I pulled Sky close to me, and one look at her face told me she was as spent as I was. For the first time in a long while, I felt… not happy, no, not exactly. Content. Yeah, that was it. I liked being with Sky. I could be the bad boy with her, in the bedroom and outside of it, but there was something about her that gave me the incentive to be a better man too.

  I wanted to be better for her. I wanted to deserve her. Because I had done a lot of messed up, fucked up shit in my life, and I sure as hell didn't deserve happiness, and she definitely made me happy. But if I could change…

  She sighed and nuzzled against me. If she were a cat, she'd be purring. "You got your way," she mumbled into my chest.

  "You upset about that?" My chest rumbled as I laughed. I always get my way.

  "Not really." I could hear the smile in her voice, and I grinned too.

  For a few minutes, we just rested there, not talking, not moving. It felt amazing. We'd come at the same time and I've never felt closer to her, than in that moment. Incredible… but also scary as fuck because I wasn't used to needing someone. Even though I had my boys, I was always on my own. To have someone else in my life who meant this much to me, alarmed me. Even when we had been together before, I hadn't been this scared. Maybe it was because I knew what life after Allie—the girl she'd been
before the car accident—entailed, how much that life sucked. I couldn't go through that again. It would destroy me and I could never come back from it. I'd be lost to the darkness that threatened me daily, with no hope of escape.

  When the silence felt like it would cripple me, I had to break it. I rubbed her back gently as I asked, "What do you want in your future?"

  Honestly, I meant more "who" than "what" but I wasn't about to get ahead of myself. She knew about my missions and she hated them. It wouldn't take much to push her away again. I had to keep her close, play it safe to some extent. At least outside of the bedroom.