Sinner's Saint: A Dark Mafia Captive Romance

by Bella King

  I pulled off the t-shirt that Saint had given me to wear and held it up to my face. I took a deep breath, inhaling Saint’s powerful scent through the fabric. Damn, I wanted to find out why he smelled so good. It had to be something that he was using.

  I opened the medicine cabinet and discovered a small black bottle of cologne with a gold label. I sniffed the spray nozzle, but it didn’t smell like his clothes. I put it back and closed the cabinet, looking at myself for a moment in the mirror.

  “Ruth, are you fucking kidding me? You’re sniffing through this man’s cologne. He kidnapped you,” I said into the mirror, trying to reason with myself.

  I shook my head at my reflection. Sometimes I didn’t know when to stop. That was how I ended up living in shoddy apartments, trying to pursue an acting career instead of just finishing law school. I had been pretty close to being done with it, and I think that’s what angered my parents the most when I decided I had enough of it.

  I removed the comfortable pajama pants I had and stepped into the shower. It had a sliding glass door and two showerheads instead of one. I suppose Saint hadn’t been joking when he suggested that he join me.

  I turned both of the showerheads on, adjusting them to the same heat, and danced between the two. I was never the type of person to take my circumstances too seriously. I hopped between the two like my entire life was just a game, forgetting that I was even a prisoner. The only thing that would have made it better was if I had music with me.

  There was an indent in the wall, a shelf made out of tile, and inside of it sat an arrangement of shower gels and shampoos. I was particularly interested in a solid black bottle without a label. I picked it up and popped open the lid, squeezing it to smell what was inside.

  The rich scent of Saint hit my nostrils, immediately sending a chill through me. I got goosebumps in the hot water from the smell of this stuff. I sniffed it again for the same effect. It could have been a drug for all it did to me. I felt like my brain melted into a horny goop the minute I caught the slightest whiff of it.

  I turned the bottle over and squirted as much of it as my small hand could hold, then slapped it against the center of my breasts, rubbing it all over myself. This wasn’t something I would have wanted Saint to see, but I loved it. After being tossed in a van and made to bath in a tub from the 70s, I was ready to enjoy myself. The truth was, I missed the life of luxury I used to have. It had been a while since I had gotten to relax and unwind in such a nice shower.

  I did most of my thinking in the shower, so it was nice to have somewhere that was big enough for me to express myself physically as I formulated and played with ideas in my head. I waved my arms around as I examined my options in my head. From the outside, I would have looked like a crazy person, but to me, this was how I was able to think clearly. I had to move with my thoughts.

  What was so bad about what was happening? I was trapped in a luxury apartment with an incredibly attractive man, and I still had my cat with me. I wasn’t going to be pimped out to Southside Syndicate’s boss while I waited for the trial to be over. I was safe, for all I knew.

  It did seem like Saint was suggesting that I engage in sexual activity with him, and part of me was tempted to let him have his way with me. It wasn’t just the loneliness that had gotten to my head. Saint was legitimately sexy, and it was frustrating to constantly have to resist my urges to pounce on him and beg him to fuck me senseless. Women have needs too.

  After my shower, I knew that he was going to tie me up to take photos, probably putting me in distressing-looking positions so that he could sway the trial in his favor. I wasn’t sure exactly what he would be doing, but I didn’t want to be naked for it. That would only increase my chances of giving in to his seduction, and I had to be strong here. This wasn’t the right thing to do.

  I also had to think about my mother. She would be terrified that I had gotten mixed up in her work, and she would probably feel very guilty about it. I could picture her and my father worrying themselves sick for months as the trial stretched on. No, it wouldn’t be fair to them to fall for my captor. That was really messed up.

  And yet I was in Saint’s shower, smelling just like him and going along with everything he said with very little resistance. He made sure I didn’t escape, but I hadn’t even tried to. I could have made a run for the door by now, but I hadn’t. Did I really fear for my life, or was that an excuse not to take action? I had never been so passive about anything before in my life.

  I washed my hair and doused myself in another slathering of Saint’s body wash. I used half the bottle out of spite, then finally ended my shower. I grabbed a towel from the heated rack directly outside the sliding glass door, then got dressed back in the clothes Saint had given me. I was ready to face whatever else he had in store for me today, but I didn’t expect what was coming next.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The rapid click of a shutter sounded as I pouted at the camera, a braided noose around my bare neck.

  “Could you give me a little more distress in your eyes? Beautiful,” Saint said, adjusting the angle of the camera and snapping a few more photos.

  I was modeling for my ransom pictures like I was doing a photoshoot for some kind of kinky magazine. I wasn’t naked, but I could have been with the erotic tone of the photos Saint insisted on shooting. He had me place my head through a noose for the latest one, and I had done so willingly.

  The deal was that if I listened to him and pretended to be under great stress, that he wouldn’t have to hurt me to get good pictures to send to my parents. As messed up as that was, I appreciated that he gave me the option. It made the experience considerably more enjoyable, if not a bit weird.

  I was pretending to be sad when I wasn’t, to sway a court case I knew nothing about, and I’d be spending the next few months holed up in an apartment with the most attractive man I had ever known. Weird didn’t even begin to describe it.

  “Good, I think that wraps these up. The Syndicate has got nothing on me,” Saint said, looking through the photos on the small screen in the back of his professional camera. “I kind of want to do a set just for fun. How would you feel about that?” he asked, looking back up at me.

  I climbed out of the noose and moved in front of it. “I could use some good photos for my acting auditions. I could never afford a professional shoot, so I think I get fewer calls because of it.”

  “Most definitely. We’ll do a few for that, and then a few for my own personal enjoyment,” Saint said, looking me up and down.

  I squinted at him, but I couldn’t hide a smile. “Are you going to try some more of your bondage stuff on me?”

  “For sure,” he replied, putting the camera down on the table beside him.

  We were in the bedroom, and Saint had just finished the photos that he planned to send in the mail to counter the ones that the Syndicate had sent. He wanted me to sign and date them so that he would have the upper hand in influencing the case. I didn’t have much of a choice, but I also didn’t really mind. He had treated me well so far, and I was starting to like spending time with him. It felt more like a vacation than a kidnapping.

  “What if I panic when you tie me up?” I asked, sitting back on the bed.

  Saint smiled and shook his head. “You were just tied up before.”

  “Yeah, but I’ll be naked this time, right?”

  His smile widened. “I don’t remember saying that, but that’s a wonderful idea.”

  “Forget I said that,” I said, trying to roll back my words, but it was to no avail.

  “Let’s get the professional pictures, and then we’ll talk about what’s next.”

  “Alright,” I replied and straightened my back. “We just need headshots.”

  “Perfect, because I doubt that I have anything nice to wear in your size,” Saint replied, picking up his camera again.

  “Really? I thought you had other women over,” I teased.

  Saint smiled and shook his head. “Get over aga
inst the wall, and let’s get this over with.”

  I posed for the camera as Saint snapped more photos of me. I smiled, showing my bright and eager face. These pictures would be much better to submit for auditions than any I could take on my phone. At least something good was coming from this crazy adventure.

  “Okay, now take off the shirt,” Saint said, lowering the camera.

  “Are you sure?” I asked, but I knew that he was.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Saint replied, something devilish dancing in his eyes.

  I pulled the loose t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor in front of me. My nipples hardened at their exposure, and I felt my heart rate increase. I was embarrassed to be exposed like this in front of such a powerful man. I felt like I would be judged by him.

  Saint’s green eyes danced over my body, taking in everything that I had to offer. He was expressionless, but the eyes told me everything I needed to know. He loved to see me like this, and I suspected he would like it even more when I was tied up, finally surrendering to his primal needs.

  What was I doing?

  I pulled down the comfortable pajama pants that I had on, letting them fall to my feet. I wasn’t wearing panties, so Saint now had a full view of my completely naked body. I placed my hands over my pussy, hiding it from his view as he looked me up and down.

  “You have the body of a goddess,” he said, the words leaking from his mouth like the deep rumble of an engine.

  I felt heat rising to my face, but my body felt cold. I didn’t know what to say in response, so I didn’t say anything. My throat had become too dry anyway. It would be difficult to speak.

  Saint turned and walked across the room, coming to a stop at an oak dresser. I watched as he opened the top drawer and pulled out a neatly wound bundle of thick rope. He turned to me and paused, looking me over again before he approached me.

  I was afraid, but I didn’t show it. I didn’t want Saint to think that I was weak. I was supposed to stand up to men like him, but I was submitting to everything he had told me to do so far. Was it wrong that I was excited about all this? I had never been treated this way before.

  “Are you nervous?” Saint asked in a deep voice, as though he had read my mind.

  I shook my head silently.

  He breathed through his nose in amusement. “Then uncover your pussy and give me your hands. We’ll bind those first.”

  My heart skipped a beat, but I continued to obey him. I lifted my hands, and he took them firmly, wrapping the thick rope against my wrists. He looped it around a few times before pulling the end of the rope through the middle, creating what looked very much like handcuffs.

  “These are nice,” I said, examining the neat work he had done.

  “We’re just getting started,” Saint replied, throwing the rope over his shoulder and walking around me. “I’d like you on the bed before I bind your legs.”

  “Okay,” I replied, my voice shaking a little. I stepped onto the bed and sat down, unsure of what to do.

  “Let me help you,” Saint said, grabbing both my legs and bending them at the knees. He pushed them open, exposing my most personal area to him.

  I thought I couldn’t blush any harder, but I was wrong. More blood rushed to my face as I laid back on the bed, and he began to bind my legs, locking them in this position.

  Saint wrapped both my legs bent like this, and then he proceeded to pull them up to my chest, tying them to my cuffed wrists. I was bound in such a way that I couldn’t move at all, but my pussy was pointing right at him.

  “You like that?” Saint asked, peeking around to look at my face.

  “I feel like a chicken,” I replied.

  He laughed. “I admire your sense of humor.”

  I didn’t think it was all that funny. I felt a mixture of many emotions. I was embarrassed, nervous, very aroused, and a bit humiliated all at once. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, and I could feel the air against the wetness of my pussy as Saint moved around me.

  “I’m still hungry after lunch. I was thinking of having some dessert,” Saint said, licking his lips at me.

  I thought he might be making a joke about me being a chicken, but that wasn’t quite it. He moved back around to where I couldn’t see him, and then I felt heat against my inner thigh. Saint had mouth pressed against my sensitive flesh, kissing me so dangerously close to my flower.

  I gasped when he moved closer, then even closer. I was tempted to stop him, but it felt too good. I stared at the ceiling, wondering how the hell I had gotten here, as his tongue met my clit.

  I took a sharp breath in on his arrival. The heat of his mouth and the flick of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. Every nerve in my pelvic region was firing off, a storm of pure sexual excitement building inside of me.

  I bit my lip, trying to keep from moaning. The sensations were so intense and amazing as Saint performed cunnilingus on me. I panted through my nostrils, biting down even harder as more pleasure rolled in like waves, overtaking my senses to the point where I felt blood on my bottom lip. I had bitten it so hard that I broke a vessel.

  I couldn’t hold back much more. Sighs and moans escaped my red lips as Saint relentlessly ate my pussy, giving me no way to escape the mounting stimulation.

  “Oh my god,” I yelped as I raised my pelvis up, giving him my pussy like a fine dish as I erupted into such intense ecstasy that I lost all perception of reality.

  I was floating on a cloud, pleasure coursing through my body like it had been injected straight into my bloodstream. Fireworks were going off in my brain, sizzling and crackling, burning the memories of what Saint was capable of into my mind forever. He had scarred me with such intense pleasure, and I knew instantly that I had to have more of this man. Once wouldn’t be enough.

  I took a deep gulp of the air as I returned to reality. I had been on a trip that felt like forever but also far too short. I shuddered as Saint raised his head, finally letting my pussy return to normal. He had a grin on his face, and the scar on his strong chin gleamed with my juices.

  “Delicious,” he said, looking at my flushed face.

  “Holy shit,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief of what had just happened.

  “I guess you liked it then,” Saint replied.

  I nodded. “That was incredible.”

  “There’s more where that came from, but I’d like you to come with me to ditch the van first. Then we can play.”

  I nodded. I would go anywhere with him, even back into the arms of the Southside Syndicate, if it meant that I could experience more of what he had done to me. My pussy was so wet that I could feel my juices dripping onto his silky sheets as he began to untie me.

  As the ropes came loose, I relaxed my body. I could have slept like that, but Saint had business to attend to, and he wasn’t going to let me out of his sight.

  I got dressed back in the clothes that Saint had given me, still shaken from the orgasm that had consumes my body and soul just moments before. My legs wobbled like they had when I awoke at the Syndicate’s headquarters, tired and disoriented. Saint’s pleasure had been just like a drug, and one that I found to be addictive on the first try.

  Cold metal clamped around my wrist immediately after I put my shirt on.

  “Time to go,” Saint said, and clamped the other side of the cuff to his own wrist.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I thought it a bit strange to be walking around in the evening cuffed together the way that we were, but Saint seemed to have zero issues with it. He led me down to the garage where the van was parked, but walked past it when we got there.

  “I thought we were taking the van,” I said, wondering if there was an identical one that I had mistaken for the one that we drive her earlier.

  “We are, but we need a way to get back,” Saint replied.

  We walked side by side to a thin parking space with a motorcycle parked in it.

  “We’re going to take that
?” I asked.

  “Correct,” he replied, tugging me toward it. “We’ll put it in the van and then ride it back.”

  “You would have to uncuff me for that,” I said.

  “I doubt you’re going to jump off a motorcycle, Ruth,” Saint replied. He had a good point, but traffic lights might yield a very good opportunity to do just that.

  I didn’t say anything about that, though. If he trusted me, I might still have a chance to escape and get to my mother in time to warn her about all the photos she was about to receive. I didn’t think it would be difficult to hail a cop and get their help either. There was always Mrs. May, but I doubted that Saint would do anything bad to her. They seemed to get along well.

  “Please work with me here, Ruth,” Saint said, annoyance creeping into his voice.

  I snapped back into what we were doing. Saint was trying to move the motorcycle, and I hadn’t budged from beside him. Walking together in handcuffs took a surprising amount of effort.

  “You could just uncuff me, and this would be a lot easier,” I said.

  “You know I can’t do that,” Saint replied. “Please, walk with me normally so that I can get this hunk of metal into the van.”

  I sighed and shook my head. “This is one hundred percent your fault, Saint.”

  “Just walk beside me,” he said, sounding exasperated.

  I rolled my eyes and let him tug me along with the motorcycle. It would have been worlds easier if he had just uncuffed me, but he wasn’t going to risk it. I couldn’t be trusted, and that annoyed me even though it was true.

  Once Saint and I were able to put the motorcycle in the back of the van, we closed the doors and slipped into our seats in the front.

  “See, that wasn’t so hard,” Saint said, putting the van into reverse.

  “It would have been easier if we weren’t attached to each other,” I grumbled.

  “Tough luck, sweetheart,” he replied with a chuckle before backing out of the parking space.

  The van bounced over a few speed bumps in the garage before arriving at the exit. Saint took a left turn out of the building and started driving down the road.