Flight: A Dark Mafia Romance (Gilded Cage Book 2)

by Fawn Bailey

  Flight

  A Dark Mafia Romance

  Fawn Bailey

  Contents

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Also by Fawn Bailey

  Writing as Isabella Starling

  To those who like to run from what they really want.

  Fawn

  P.S. This prequel is inspired by “Hold Your Colour” by Pendulum.

  Foreword

  Fawn Bailey is the dark romance pen name of USA Today best-selling author Isabella Starling.

  Chapter One

  Ophelia

  The garden was beautiful in the height of summer, the air filled with the intoxicating scent of flowers and the grass wet beneath my feet.

  I was kneeling, working on the weeds that surrounded the stones leading up to the orchard. They hadn't been tended to in so long they were overgrown, and I'd spent my morning weeding.

  I sat back on my heels and exhaled a long breath. I reached for my water bottle and gulped down the liquid in long, thirsty sips. It was almost time for me to see my Master again, but I wanted to finish up first. I didn't have a watch, but I figured I still had a couple of minutes to go.

  Setting my water bottle down, I went back to work on the weeds. I left the pretty ones, the ones in bloom, because it would be a shame to pull them out. They were too beautiful to get rid of.

  I was kneeling, busy with my work when I felt a strong hand land on my shoulder. Goosebumps went down my spine as I turned around, my eyes connecting with Kain's.

  "Master," I whispered, and he smiled down at me.

  "You're late, dolly," he said roughly. "Ten minutes ago, you were supposed to meet me in the library. Now don't tell me the garden is more interesting than what I was going to do with you?"

  "No, Master," I shook my head, looking at the ground with a barely hidden smile playing on my lips.

  "You know, dolly," he said thoughtfully. "You've been quite the little brat lately, and I'm not sure I like it."

  "You don't?" I said sweetly, raising my chin and looking into his dark eyes. "I thought you loved punishing me."

  He knelt next to me in his suit, gently taking my chin between his fingers.

  "It's not supposed to be enjoyable, you know," he told me. "It's called a punishment for a reason."

  "So, punish me," I begged. "Punish me properly, Master."

  "This again?" he asked, sighing heavily as he turned my head this way and that, looking at me and inspecting every little freckle I'd gotten from being exposed to the sun. "You're never going to stop begging for it, are you, dolly?"

  "I just want you to hurt me," I whispered. "Is that too much to ask for?"

  "Yes," he said, his voice tough. "You're asking for something you're not ready for. You will be hurt when I've decided you need it. When you've deserved it. Until then, keep doing as you're told. And come with me now, you've had enough sun for one day. Your nose is sunburnt."

  I touched my nose self-consciously and he grinned down at me.

  "Cute," he said, then took my hand and helped me to my feet.

  He walked me into the large, empty house. It was pleasantly cool inside as opposed to the boiling heat of the garden.

  "You're filthy," he told me, and I grinned at him. "You need to be washed."

  "Are you going to do it, Master?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.

  "Of course," he replied with a grin. "What kind of Master would I be if I didn't take care of my little dolly? Now strip."

  I kept watching him, my eyes on his as I took off my tank top first. My tits bounced free and he licked his lips at the sight of my pebbled nipples.

  "Pretty dolly," he muttered, reaching for me and pinching my nipples so hard I moaned. "I'm going to hurt you so good when the time is right..."

  He knew exactly what he was doing. Playing into my fantasies and denying them at the same time... And it was driving me crazy. I wanted so much more than he was willing to give me. But I was a spoiled little princess, and when I wanted something, I wanted it then and there. When Kain refused to give me what I wanted, I pouted like a little girl. He hated it.

  I slipped down my denim shorts next, wiggling my butt to get them off. Kain grinned at me, taking my hand and making me spin around in nothing but my lace thong.

  "Naked," he said. "I want to see you completely naked, my sweet little dolly."

  I slipped the thong down and he took a sharp breath of air as I exposed myself to him.

  "Beautiful," he muttered. "Now me. Take my clothes off."

  I approached him, toying with the collar of his shirt and slowly undoing the buttons one by one. Once his chest was exposed, I ran my fingers over his skin and he held onto my ass, his fingers digging into my skin with delicious dark intent.

  "I'm going to fuck you harder than ever," he promised me, and my skin bristled. "I fucking shouldn't, but I can't help myself around you, dolly, you know that?"

  I took his shirt off and moved on to his pants, unbuckling the pant and pulling it out of the loops. I grinned at him and placed it in his hand before kneeling to undo his zipper. I pulled the pants down and he stepped out of them, and then I untied his shoes, too. His boxers followed suit, until our clothing was in piles on the floor.

  "Catch me," I giggled at him, running in the direction of the bathroom.

  He was fast, but not as fast as I was.

  I ran through the house, shrieking and giggling happily when he made a grab for me, his fingers connecting with my skin. He was probably letting me win, but I didn't mind it one bit. I just kept running through the room until I finally reached the bathroom and walked into the marble walk-in shower.

  Kain caught me, his arms hugging my midriff and pulling me against him so roughly it knocked the breath out of me.

  "Don't run from me," he muttered in my ear. "Never fucking run from me, dolly."

  I mewled when he pushed me against the tile, turning on the water above us. We were sprayed with ice cold liquid and I screeched as he made me take it, made me stand under the shower head and made me lap at the water.

  "Pretty dolly," he muttered. "Such a pretty fucking girl."

  His fingers were exploring my skin as the water drenched us both. He was insatiable, digging, demanding, asking for more. He wouldn't give me a second to catch my breath, just kept kissing, taking, sucking and biting me.

  My skin was prickled with goosebumps and my nipples could have cut glass. He kept his assault on my body, leaving bruises in his wake. And it still wasn't enough.

  "Hurt me more," I begged him. "Hurt me like you mean it. Hurt me like you hate me."

  "Never," he muttered against my lips, kissing me deeply. "I will never hate you, dolly."

  I sighed in exasperation, but he caught my lips with his and drank down my desperation. I let him have me, because no matter what I wanted, this was what I lived for. My Master, my Kain, my one and only, the one who kept me, the one whom I existed for. Nothing else mattered, just him and my devotion to him, to serve him in any way he wanted, in any way poss
ible. I was his grateful little dolly, his perfect toy, every fantasy he had poured into one mold, creating his sweet, willing prisoner.

  And I never wanted a way out.

  He pushed me against the tile, grabbing my wrists with one hand and pinning them above my head.

  "I'm going to fuck you," he muttered against my ear. "I'm going to fuck and take and kiss and steal until there's nothing left of you for anyone else."

  He was so jealous, and for no reason. Max had barely touched me... and Max was gone now.

  The memory of what had happened was still fresh in my mind, and I whimpered as Kain made me stand on my tiptoes, so I could reach his mouth with mine.

  "It's okay, sweet dolly," he told me. "I'm going to make sure you're safe. I'll make sure you aren't sad. You're never going to cry again, not unless I'm making you."

  He slapped my thighs apart and I hissed at him as he forced his tip against my entrance.

  "Beg," he instructed, opening my lips with his tongue. "Beg to be fucked like a whore."

  "Please, M-Master," I stuttered. "Put it inside me."

  "More," he demanded. "I want to hear you degrade yourself, dolly. Be a slut for me."

  "I'll be anything for you," I promised him desperately. "Anything you fucking want, Master."

  "My plaything?" he asked, and I nodded. "My fucktoy?"

  "Yes," I whispered.

  "You're going to be my little painslut?" he asked, and I ground out a cry as he slipped his cock inside me.

  I never wanted to fuck anyone else. Kain was perfect for me, molding to my every desire and giving me - almost - everything I'd ever wanted. And I was pretty sure I could make him take that final step any day now... I just had to play my cards right.

  "Fuck me," I begged him.

  "Say it," he demanded. "Tell me what you are."

  "Yours," I whispered as he started his assault on my body. "Your girl, your slut... Your dolly, your toy... Please, Master! Oh my god, please."

  "Keep going," he growled, fucking me savagely as my body twisted this way and that. "Fucking tell me what you are for me, Ophelia."

  "Yours," I repeated. "Yours forever, whatever you want me to be, just for you Master, everything just for you."

  "You'll never be anyone else's?" he got out through gritted teeth. "You'll never belong to someone else? You'll never submit? Just me, dolly. Tell me it's just me."

  "Just you," I repeated, holding back my moans. "Just you, my Master. Only yours."

  "Beg," he hissed against my lips, leaning his forehead on mine and staring deeply into my eyes. "Fucking beg for my cum."

  "Please," I said desperately. "Fill me up, Master. Fill my pussy up, I want to feel it running down my legs."

  "More," he demanded, his voice breaking as his hands suddenly let go of my wrists, traveling down my body, over my neck. "Beg for this..."

  His fingers outlined the hollow in my throat and I thought I would pass out on the spot. It was too much - the cold water, his cock pulsing inside me, the overwhelming desire screaming out for more.

  "Choke me," I said desperately. "Choke me out, Master."

  He tightened his fingers around my throat, still light enough so he wouldn't hurt me.

  "Like this?" he whispered gently.

  "No," I begged. "Harder."

  His fingers tightened.

  "Like this?" he asked.

  "Harder."

  He started cutting off my breath. My eyes were on his as I gasped and moaned and begged him to stop, but he wouldn't.

  "You know your safe word, dolly?" he asked me, and I nodded, my eyes bulging. "Do you need to say it?"

  "N-No," I whispered.

  He choked harder.

  Dots started to taint my vision. I could barely make out anything but Kain's eyes anymore, those beautiful, dark eyes that delivered on their fucked-up promises, whether it was with me or his enemies.

  "Break," he demanded. "Break for me."

  "No," I grunted, my eyes starting to roll back into my head. "No!"

  "Then come," he demanded, pumping into my helpless body so fast I thought he would break me apart himself. "Come for your Master, come on my dick. Soak me."

  I let out a breath and let my body go soft in his arms, and he chuckled at me, holding me up as he started filling me, one rope of cum after another one, so deep inside me I thought he was in my womb already.

  He held me up by nothing but my throat and fucked his cum into me until I was a weeping, shivering mess.

  And then he washed me clean, his hands light, his fingers gentle as he massaged shampoo in my hair and lathered me with body wash. I let him do it all, and I clung to him desperately as he got me clean. He even turned the water on hotter.

  "Beautiful dolly," he told me once we were out of the shower, and he was wrapping me up in a thick Egyptian cotton towel. "Is that enough?"

  "Never," I whispered, my eyes wild. "It will never be enough."

  "Better not enough than too much," he replied stiffly, and grabbed me by the waist. "Remember that, dolly."

  I giggled as he carried me into the bedroom to continue his assault.

  But he was so very wrong. I would never have enough of him until he finally crossed the final line.

  Chapter Two

  Ophelia

  Peacefully, we settled into a new routine.

  We were outlaws now, on the run from the Marinos. I knew the full story, or so I thought. I knew what Michael had done to Kain. But I was desperate for more details, for another peek into my man's brain. I wanted to find out what had been done to him, so I could have my revenge for every wrongdoing he'd endured in his short life.

  We sat in the garden of the old house. Kain didn't care that Michael knew where he was. He wasn't in danger now - he was the threat. And we were well-protected, with dozens of men guarding the estate. It was a delirious feeling of freedom. It was the feeling of the summer sun on my skin and Kain's teeth grazing my lips. It was my present and my future.

  As I lay in his arms, he toyed with my nipples exposed in the sunlight, whispering dirty things in my ear. I giggled here and there, making myself comfortable and clinging to him, desperate to have more, desperate for him to reveal it all.

  "Tell me about your childhood," I asked him, and just like always, his body stiffened under mine.

  I turned around in his lap and looked into his troubled eyes, running my fingertips along his chin.

  "Please, Master?" I asked next, my voice breaking just the right amount over the words.

  There was one thing I'd learned when I still had a family - one thing that set me apart from everybody else. I knew exactly how to play and use my charms in my favor. I could convince him to do anything for me. And right then and there, I wanted to know more about Kain's past, so I could better understand our future.

  "Okay," he said softly. "What would you like to know, dolly?"

  "Everything," I admitted. "I want to know about your family first."

  "It was just me and my parents," he said. "I was an awkward kid. Too tall and gangly. Clothes were awkward on me no matter the size and I didn't have any friends. But I was close with my parents. Very close."

  "You owned an orchard?" I asked, and he nodded.

  "My father grew fruit and sold it," he said. "It was an honest way to make a living, even though our earnings were small. We managed to live with what we had. It was a hard life, but a good life."

  "Did you live in the country?" I wanted to know.

  "Yes," he said simply. "A beautiful stone house, which used to be a barn. My parents converted it. We had animals too. Two horses, a cow and some chickens. It was everything I could have wished for from a childhood."

  "Tell me about your mom," I said gently, and he looked away wistfully as I settled in his arms. "I want to know everything about her. What would she think about me if she'd met me?"

  "You?" he chuckled. "She'd think you were too good for me, and she'd probably be right."

  I giggled in his ar
ms and he pressed a kiss on my cheek lovingly.

  "Do you think I'm too good for you?" I asked him teasingly.

  "Let's see," he replied, counting on his fingers as he went on. "Beautiful. Smart. Sassy. Yes, definitely too good for me. Too good for anybody. Not that I'd let anyone else have you."

  "Never?" I asked, toying with a strand of my hair.

  "Never," he promised, and the answer pleased me.

  I begged him to tell me more, and slowly, as the afternoon turned into a lazy evening, he told me more about his broken family.

  The man he called his father, even though he biologically wasn't, was kindhearted and simple. Kain told me he wasn't highly educated, but he made up for it with his sheer determination to make things work for his family.

  "They always wanted more kids," he said thoughtfully. "I think I would've had brothers and sisters if they hadn't... If he hadn't..."

  I stroked his arm, trying to comfort him, and he offered me a distant smile as a consolation prize.

  "Well, never mind," he finally said. "I'm too lost in the past today."

  "I love hearing about it," I tried to reassure him, but he closed like a shell and I knew we were done talking about the dead for the time being.

  All my other questions would have to wait until the next opportunity to bring them up.

  "Let's talk about something else," he muttered, and the only thought that popped into my head was something that had been on my mind for a very long time, yet I'd never been brave enough to bring it up.

  But now there was a sense of urgency to my question as I turned to him and asked, "Kain, why am I not pregnant?"