Owned by the Mob Boss

by Ashley Hall

  I hadn’t felt this angry since I had decided to leave him for a second time. I wanted to yell at him, hell, maybe even slap him to try and knock some sense into him.

  But then I noticed the slight slump in his shoulders, the faintest of lines around his lips as he scowled at the table. He was worried. He was afraid. He was just as angry as I was.

  And he looked hot as hell.

  I tried not to be, God did I try not to be, but I couldn’t help it. My anger was fueling my lust, and I wanted him so much it hurt. I wanted to feel safe in his arms. Wanted to express my feelings through action and touches and kisses instead of with words. I wanted to give all of myself and take from him, for him to take from me and to give all of himself.

  We were fucked up like I told Marie, but we were fucked up together. Maybe that mattered or maybe it didn’t, but that was how my world was right now.

  “Believe you,” I murmured his last words back to him.

  Shadow lifted his gaze from the table to my face. He looked so tortured, my Shadow. Almost like he was overwhelmed and in over his head.

  So many times, he had used sex to try to show me who was the boss. Right now, turnabout was fair play. I would be the one in charge. I would ease some of his worries.

  I flipped my hair back and licked my lips. His eyes darkened as he watched me, and he shifted back in his seat, stretching out his long legs beneath the table.

  “Believe you,” I repeated. I slipped a foot out of my shoe and ran it seductively up and down his leg. “I believe you. I believe that you need me.” I brought my foot even higher.

  He grabbed it and pulled it onto his lap, forcing me forward on my chair. His skilled fingers massaged my foot, and I briefly closed my eyes, giving into the sensation of being rubbed and caressed.

  “You need a woman to tell you what to do. Give me a kiss,” I demanded.

  Shadow dropped my foot, leaned over, and gave me a peck.

  A peck.

  What kind of a kiss was that?

  “No. Kiss me.” I grabbed his face and pulled him to me. I moved my lips against his, my tongue sliding into his mouth. Warmth and heat spread throughout my body as he deepened the kiss, pulling slightly on my hair to get a better angle. Oh, God, his kisses alone were enough to make me wet and panting and ready for his Wonder Cock.

  He pulled away, breaking off the kiss. “That better?” he asked.

  I smiled at his breathlessness. “Much better.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and yanked him back to me for another kiss that left my toes curling. God, why was he so far away from me? Why was he wearing clothes? Why was I?

  Now I was the one to break off the kiss. I practically ripped off my shirt in my haste to get it off.

  Shadow clucked his tongue. “You should let me.”

  “Fine then. Undress me,” I demanded. I stood and pushed my chair back so we would have more room.

  But Shadow—always wanting to have some measure of control—painstakingly, torturously undressed himself first. He lifted his shirt at a snail’s pace, revealing his abs two at a time before taking it off completely. Then he dropped it on the floor. His belt he also took his sweet time with. Thank God he didn’t ever bother to wear boxers or briefs. Once he finally kicked off his pants, I could see his big hard cock, and I licked my lips again. So thick and long, and the tip was glistening with pre-cum. Perfect.

  I was itching to be naked myself, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten the better of me. I had told him to undress me, and he would.

  “My turn,” I demanded, waving him over.

  His smirk was enough to make my knees weak. With his teeth, he tugged down my right bra strap then my left. I was panting by the time he reached around behind my back to unhook it. My bra fell to the ground, and he kicked it out of the way.

  Oh, my word.

  I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed my legs together, trying to create friction to release some of the tension building there. I needed him, and I needed him now. And he knew it, the bastard. He knew just how badly I wanted him. From the looks of his throbbing cock, he wanted me just as badly. He was torturing us both. It was so painful. And so wonderful too.

  His hands skimmed my hips as he tugged off my miniskirt. Now I stood before him in only my black thong. Again, his teeth went to work as he pulled it down inch by inch.

  A moan slipped out, and I closed my eyes. Feeling his breath against my legs as he pulled my thong off of me with his teeth was incredible.

  Being the boss during our sexy times was amazing.

  Now that I was naked, I opened my mouth to issue my next demand—that he would lie down so I could mount him and control every aspect of our lovemaking—but Shadow picked me up. Not just a little bit either. Up and up and up so that my legs were on his shoulders, my pussy against his face, against his mouth. The ceiling in the room was tall enough to accommodate this, thank God, but I couldn’t help feeling a little put out. After all, he was taking control away from me!

  But then he started placing soft kisses on my lips down there, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. He was in charge, or I was, or we took turns… None of that matter. Just our mutual pleasure. So long as we were together, it shouldn’t be about who was controlling who. It should just be about the giving of ourselves. Of our love and our desires and wants and needs.

  And orgasms. Can’t forget that.

  His lips found my clit, and I gasped. My fingers once again threaded through his hair as I struggled to stay upright. His hands gripped my ass, holding me in place as I squirmed against his mouth, wanting him to eat me out all the more. His tongue flicked my clit, and I moaned loudly. God, he knew just what to do, just where to touch me. He had memorized my body, and he could play me like a fool.

  He licked and kissed and sucked until I couldn’t take it much longer. I needed to reach that climax. I needed that release. I was so damn close…

  “Make me come,” I begged, my voice almost unrecognizable. It was too raw and thick with need.

  Shadow didn’t seem to hear me. He sure wasn’t licking or kissing or sucking me any harder or faster. I just knew he was doing this on purpose.

  I gyrated against his mouth. “Make me come!” I screamed. “Damn it, Shadow!”

  And what did he do?

  Did he make me come?

  Did he increase the tempo, pick up the pace, or work harder?

  Did he even continue pleasuring me?

  No. None of the above.

  Instead, he lowered me back to the ground. I was speechless. Before I could react, he forced me onto the table that his buddies had been sitting around not that long ago. I was on my stomach, the entire length of my body pressing down onto the table. It groaned as he climbed onto it too.

  “Did you enjoy that?” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling me, making me even hornier.

  “I’d enjoying coming more,” I replied. He really had to stop teasing me or else I would take matters into my own hands. Hm… I bet he would like watching me get myself off…

  “Oh, you’ll come. Don’t you worry about that.” Shadow brushed my hair from my neck and trailed a line of kisses down my back to my ass. He even spread my legs and kissed my pussy again, this time from the back. “So wet,” he muttered.

  “For you, always.”

  “Damn straight,” he grunted as he eased himself inside of me.

  So thick and long, and, damn was he thrusting hard. His hands were all over me, rubbing my back, squeezing between the table and my chest to pinch and roll my nipples, down my stomach to my clit. It felt like he had four arms. He was touching me everywhere, and the sensations were just too much for me to handle.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “What do you want?”

  Tears prickled my eyes. It felt so damn good, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. Almost. So damn close.

  “What do you want?” he repeated, slowing down his thrusting.

  I shoved my ass
toward him to force him to go faster. “I want to come.”

  “So do I,” he grunted.

  “But you’re…” Oh, God, he had to go faster! Harder! Deeper! “Stop torturing me!” I begged.

  “You know you like it.”

  I didn’t like it. I loved it. When he drew it out like this, the orgasm was sometimes stronger than when I came multiple times. But I so needed that release, the one only he could give me.

  “Let me come,” I begged. “Just let me come.”

  His right hand played with my clit, but he still wasn’t thrusting fast enough for either of us to climax. He wiggled his hand free from being trapped between me and the table and shoved a few fingers into my mouth. I was so wet my juices were covering my clit, and I licked his fingers dry.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, pausing for a second mid-thrust.

  He was almost too close himself.

  I grinned devilishly. I did not want to wait any longer. It didn’t matter if he did. We were going to come, and we were going to come together.

  I waited until he brought his hand back to my clit, and whenever he applied pressure there, I squeezed my walls around his cock as hard as I could.

  “Fuck,” he breathed again.

  “That’s right,” I said. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  “Whatever…” He rammed himself into me. “You…” He pulled out. “Want.” And he slammed back into me.

  I kept on squeezing his cock with the tight hot walls of my pussy, until he quickened his pace to the frantic one I needed. I was close, so close, too close…

  “Come on,” I demanded. “Come now!”

  I could feel his hot cum squirting out of him right as my walls became to spasm from the force of my orgasm. I was panting, breathless, still shoving my ass against him to meet his thrusts. The force of the orgasm left me broken, yet whole.

  We were not two. We were one.

  He had a way of overwhelming me, but I had a feeling that was mutual.

  “How was that?” he asked as he pulled out of me.

  I groaned.

  Shadow laughed as he helped me off the table. There was a huge wet spot where we had joined and a lighter damp outline of where our sweaty bodies had laid on the table. It would have to be washed. Later. Much later.

  He pulled me to him, and we lay down on the floor beside the chairs and the table, with me on top of him.

  “How was that?” he asked again.

  “Not bad,” I said cheekily.

  Shadow slapped my ass. “Not bad?”

  I kissed the tip of his nose. “Not bad at all.” I pulled back and winked.

  “The way you were squeezing me…” He shook his head, wonder in his eyes. My breathing stilled at the sight of it. “You never cease to amaze me. You have this fire in you, this light. I’ll never let that burn out. I swear I will keep you safe, Sky. Nothing will ever happen to you. I’d die first.”

  And that was part of the problem. I knew he was willing to die for me, and I did not want that to happen.

  Shadow eased me down onto his chest and rubbed his hands up and down my back. I sighed contently. At times, he could frustrate me like no one else ever could, but there was no denying what I felt. None whatsoever. I was in love with this crazy, sexy man, and I always would be.

  Chapter Thirty

  Shadow

  The next night, I drove Sky to the drop-off point. I felt so fucking incredibly protective of her. Even though I wanted to turn around, drag her to my room, and leave her there, I couldn’t. My mind was made up, and I had made the right decision. Even Sky had agreed to it. She needed to be assured of her safety for forever. She needed to be able to live her life. We had talked about the future a lot last night, before and after we had another romp that left me so content. Sky meant everything to me. She knew that. And I would make her future as bright as I could. No more darkness.

  As I took a tight turn to the right, I promised myself that once I caught this fucker, Sky and I were going leave the motorcycle club life and start afresh somewhere else. Anywhere else. She could pick the place. It didn’t matter to me where we went. As long as we were together, it would all work out. She wanted to get a job, any job. She was even willing to go back to waitressing or maybe being a hostess. After she made some cash to start paying off her bills, she would apply for beauty school and continue to work at night. It was amazing how much she had planned for the future, that she could imagine a future without such darkness hovering over it. I never wanted her to lose her desire to live life to the fullest, and the only way to give her an opportunity to do just that was for our plan to work.

  As much as I hated that she was the bait, it was necessary. If I went after the fucker myself, it would be a bloodbath. So many people could die between my guys and innocent bystanders. I wasn’t willing to risk that, and neither was Sky, which was what had convinced her in the end that this really was the only way.

  My nerves heightened as we neared the drop-off point. Was Sky nervous? She hadn’t seemed that way this morning or later when we had left. A little bit of nerves was a good thing. Kept you on edge. Kept you cautious.

  She’ll be fine.

  She had to be.

  During my early research on Frank Greene, I had learned that he frequented a lot of strip clubs, but my boys had assured me he hadn’t gone to any of them since the news story first broke out about his corruption. The asshole went to church every weekend and ran a daycare with his wife. Just a front, a cover, for his disgusting ways. Made me sick just thinking about it.

  But of course, he was too smart to go anywhere obvious. He had avoided capture by the police for so long. He wasn’t about to risk getting caught now.

  Still, there was one place to check out. There was a brand new sex club in town. It was as good of a place as any to try our luck.

  A truck filled with my boys followed us. They would track Sky and be ready just in case she needed help. Plus, she was wearing a wire. We’d be able to hear everything that went down, and if things even started to get dicey, we’d pull her out.

  I parked in the back, in the dark. The truck parked beside me.

  Sky climbed off. She had gotten all dolled up for her role. A super tight dress that was cut so low in the front and practically had no back. A breeze would reveal her ass cheeks. Fuck, I wanted to take her right now. She’d styled her hair in loose curls that framed her painted face. She would fit right in.

  “I’m ready.” She nodded at me. Cool. Calm. Collected. Damn, she would be able to pull this off. I could already feel myself bursting with pride.

  Sky took one step away from me.

  Oh hell no.

  I tugged on her arm and whirled her around for a long kiss. It wasn’t a goodbye kiss. If anything, it was a good luck kiss.

  She stepped back, patted my cheek, and turned to walk away again.

  Once more, I grabbed her arm. “I’ll come in with you,” I urged. “I’ll put on my hood and—”

  “Look so completely out of place.” Sky shook her head, her curls flying everywhere. “We’ve been over this. You can’t go in there. If he sees you—”

  “He’ll start shooting.” I grimaced.

  We had to assume he’d acquired a gun by now. No way would a guy that smart stick around if he didn’t have one. I hated that, in one aspect, we were so alike—neither of us could go without exacting revenge.

  “You’ll be safe? You won’t take any chances?” I asked.

  “I’ll do a couple of sweeps around the room. If I don’t see him there in an hour, I’ll leave. I know what to do.” She placed a hand on my chest. She had to feel how hard my heart was pounding.

  “Just be careful. I can’t lose you.” My voice cracked.

  “You won’t.” She was wearing tall enough heels that she didn’t have to lift onto her toes to kiss me.

  With a wave, she turned around and walked away, swaying her hips. The bouncer let her in with no problem. When he opened the door, loud music blare
d, but when he shut it behind her, silence prevailed, heavy and thick and oppressive.

  Fuck, I hoped I hadn’t made a mistake by involving her.

  Fuck, I hoped everything went down tonight so we could end this.

  Fuck, I hoped happy endings didn’t just happen in fairytales.

  But life wasn’t a fairytale.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Sky

  The music was blaring so loud I could hardly think. The lighting was dimmed but not dark enough that I couldn’t see. The smell of pot lingered in the air, like burnt tea leaves.