“That too.” Shane reached for her, clamping a hand around her wrist to pull her toward him. “Come here, babe.”
Without argument, she sat on his lap, keeping her folds well away from the protruding cock with two intentions. The first was to ensure he had a chance to clean up from his ordeal, and the second was to tease both of them. Just a few days ago, she never would have imagined being so relaxed around him that she could even think about teasing him.
With a small shake of her head from the wonder of the situation, she dipped the sponge in the water before lathering it generously with the body wash. The aroma of pine and sandalwood tickled her nose, and she recognized Shane’s scent. With slow strokes, she began cleaning his chest and arms.
Shane groaned when she trailed the sponge across his nipple, teasing the tight little bud with the slight roughness of the sponge. He tried to clutch her hair when she bent her head to trail her tongue around his nipple, but she darted away with a small rake of her tongue across the taut flesh.
Mia reached for a washcloth before gently wiping his face. Then she slid off his lap and patted the second step. “Sit here.”
Still looking amused, and perhaps a little surprised, Shane shifted down a step without protest. She changed positions to sit behind him, angling his head forward so she could scoop water over his hair. When his black locks were sodden, she squeezed shampoo onto his head and began massaging it into his hair.
He moaned each time she stroked firmly. “You’re going to kill me, Mia.”
She grinned. “No one ever died from having their hair washed.”
“It’s the pleasure of it.” He allowed her to tip his head back so she could start rinsing away the suds. The strong column of his throat arched in an expanse of vulnerability as he stretched backward. “No one’s ever washed my hair before.”
“Surely your mom.” She cupped water and poured it over his head a palm’s worth at a time, using the washcloth to shield his eyes. Mia didn’t want to probe too closely about why she was feeling so protective toward the man between her thighs.
He murmured a sound of agreement, his eyes closed with what appeared to be pure contentment. “Probably, but I don’t remember that far back.”
Even after the last of the shampoo was gone, Mia stroked her fingers through his slick strands for a long moment. He seemed to enjoy the soothing touch, and she couldn’t deny it was pleasant for her too.
And arousing. Her nipples had crinkled so hard they were tight buds of almost-pain, and she was noticeably slick between her legs even in the water. A glance downward confirmed he was in much the same state.
Feeling a bit daring and on the edge of bossy, she gently lifted one of his eyelids. “Come back to the top step so I can finish washing you.”
He looked intrigued as he complied, bracing his hands on the floor outside the sunken tub and stretching out his legs. Mia slipped between them, giggling when his cock bobbed to the top of the waterline as though trying to nestle between her breasts.
“Sorry, honey, but he has a mind of his own.”
Mia ignored the impudent member as she stroked the sponge down his stomach and legs, spending more time than necessary on his toes and the backs of his knees—especially when she discovered that made him grunt with a suppressed laugh. So, the big, bad mobster was ticklish behind the knees? She filed that information away for future use as she finally turned her attention to the neglected part of him still threatening to pop out of the water if he got any harder.
Squeezing a dollop of shower gel on her palm, she met his gaze as she brought her hand to his erection. Shane’s lips had skinned back to reveal his teeth, and he made a small hissing sound as she enveloped his cock in her soap-slickened grasp.
Mia moved slowly up and down the shaft. Her skin tingled with the intimate contact, and her hand soon memorized every vein and ridge of the magnificent penis. As she squeezed the base before working her way back toward the tip, still applying pressure, Shane groaned.
“Fuck, baby girl, are you trying to kill me?”
She gave him a seductive smile, amazed at her ability to find anything fun or lighthearted about sex. “I just want to make sure you’re clean. Really, really clean.”
He grunted when she pushed against the V on the underside of the cockhead. “If you get me any cleaner, I’ll be hospital-grade sterile.”
Emboldened by her actions, giddy with the success and sheer fun of taking charge, Mia slid to her knees on the bottom of the tub. The second step pressed into her tummy as she stretched forward. “There’s only one way to be sure.”
He arched a brow. “How’s that?”
“A taste test.” Mia’s stomach clenched with nerves as she lowered her head. His cock twitched in her hand where she grasped him at the base. Feeling a bit faint, she looked up when he put his hand on her head.
“If you aren’t ready, that can wait.”
She nodded. “I know, but I want to.” Oddly enough she did, and not because of some self-delusional bullshit that she was currying favor with him to lull him into relaxing his guard. For the first time ever, she wanted to take a man into her mouth. He made her feel safe enough to try, and wasn’t that the most fucked up thing ever, considering how he had taken her from her life a week ago?
Her breathing went shallow as she neared the head, and she closed her eyes. For a second, Mia just breathed in and out, forcing back the fear that threatened to consume her. Heart hammering in her ears, she decided that easing into it would only prolong her anxiety. With one last deep breath for courage, she opened her mouth and slid his cock between her lips.
Everything went dark for half a second. Panic made it impossible to breathe, and nausea rose in her stomach. Inevitably, she couldn’t help remembering the first time Aldo had overpowered her despite fierce resistance and forced his dick inside her mouth.
A jerking gasp escaped her, and she was about to pull away when he started stroking her gently with his hand on her head. Slowly, her respiration regulated, and she was able to focus on the taste and feel of him inside her mouth.
He was a little salty, with the faintest hint of musk, but not unpleasant. As he stroked her head like she was a skittish colt, a small, but steady, stream of pre-ejaculate oozed onto her tongue. When she wiggled it against the underside of his head, the flow increased.
“Like that, baby.” He thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, but not in a way that frightened her. “Lick the tip.”
Mia swirled her tongue around the corona before pressing the broadside against his slitted tip. Shane grunted and bucked against her face when she pressed more forcefully before applying suction.
It was a surprise when he suddenly pushed her away. She looked up at him, trying to hide her confusion and embarrassment. Had she done something wrong? With Aldo, she had never made an effort to learn any technique or try to please him. He had roughly raped her mouth, holding her head still and forcing her to accept his shaft. Her sadistic shithead of a stepbrother had always laughed when she had choked as he rammed into the back of her throat, seeming to enjoy hurting her.
As though reading her mind, he cupped her face, rubbing a thumb across her lips, slightly swollen from her recent activities. “That felt so good I was about to lose it. I’d rather be inside you.”
Mia nodded, sitting up and taking his hands as he shifted slightly so she could sit on his lap at the right angle. She closed her eyes as his cock slipped inside her slit, finding no resistance. She couldn’t believe how good it felt in this position, aided by the slickness of the water, and she moaned as she circled her hips.
“You like that, baby?”
She nodded, clutching his shoulders as she grinded down against his upward thrust. “Feels like I could come any second.”
He grinned. “Go right ahead. Have as many orgasms as you want, sweet thing. I love how it feels when your pussy tightens around me, milking my cock.”
His filthy talk should have disguste
d her, but there was a strong note of tenderness underlying the words. As always, he was the most dangerous to her equilibrium when he was being gentle and sweet. She squeezed her inner muscles as she rode him. “I want to be on top all the time.”
He shook his head. “Nah, I can’t let you do that. I like being on top too.”
She pouted. “But it’s so good.”
“Hell, yeah, but it’s fucking amazing when your tight little cunt is underneath me, and your whole body is writhing and pushing against mine.” He gripped her hips to drag her tighter against him, until his balls slapped her ass and made a small splash in the tub. “I love when you come underneath me. It’s like conquering you and fucking you at the same time.”
Mia’s sheath contracted as an orgasm swept over her. She cried out when he deliberately dragged the ridge of his cock against her g-spot to ratchet up her release. “I’m…conquering…you.” She couldn’t find more words as she dug her fingers into his shoulders and rubbed against him to prolong her release.
“Baby, you conquered me the moment our eyes met in that restaurant.” Shane surged inside her, his erection tightening before it started to spasm. Jets of his hot release splashed her insides a second later as he jerked under her, his hips moving at a frantic pace. “I knew you were meant to be mine.”
In the haze of passion, and the aftermath of her shattering climax, Mia couldn’t dismiss his assertions out-of-hand. Pressed against him, their bodies fused, and their fluids mingling, she could see the logic in his way of thinking. How could something so amazing come from something so horrible just randomly? Had they been meant to meet, or was that some fanciful crap he told himself to make it okay to kidnap her and keep her as his sex slave?
Mia was too sated to give it much thought or argue with him. Instead, she managed to press an off-center kiss to his lips and sink against him as the water slowly cooled around them. She’d worry about this alarming change in the tone of their relationship later. Much, much later, she decided, as Shane’s erection began to harden inside her again, letting her know he was already ready for round-two.
Chapter Eleven
She managed to avoid thinking about it for the next four days. It turned out to be pretty easy, because Shane kept her in bed for most of that time. If he wasn’t gone or doing whatever business a gangster handled—and she couldn’t imagine it had much to do with marketing or public relations, but probably involved some accounting—he had her on the bed, in the tub, on the couch, or against the wall.
Once, he even took her in the solarium in the middle of breakfast. She’d offered a token protest at the ability of anyone to see them, but had soon forgotten her objections when his hand traveled under her skirt to stroke her bare mound. Forgoing panties had been her idea, but he’d loved the discovery so much that he’d forbidden her to wear them at all after that.
She’d pretended to mind and had argued, but had acquiesced fairly easily. Mainly because she enjoyed the sensation of different (or no) fabrics against her bare lips, and also because there was something deliciously naughty about teasing him with the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing underwear—especially when he was about to go somewhere and had no time for sex.
To her chagrin, they had settled into an easy relationship full of teasing and witty banter. It should scare her to be so relaxed with her captor, but Mia was having more and more difficulty remembering all the reasons she hated being at his mercy as the days passed.
He surprised her that afternoon with an announcement that had her eyes widening with surprise. Mia tilted her head. “Are you sure?”
Shane frowned. “You don’t like the ballet?”
She lifted a shoulder. “I’m Russian enough to love ballet, Shane…” Breaking off, she nibbled on her lower lip. “It’s just…you once said it would be a long time before you trusted me enough to let me leave the grounds. Do you trust me now?”
He hesitated, looking a bit pensive. “I think so. Besides, I’m going to be with you the whole evening.”
“What’s to stop me from screaming for help the minute we get into public?” Mia couldn’t believe she’d uttered that question and mentally kicked herself. Was she trying to sabotage a chance to get away from his home for a while?
His lips twitched. “I can think of two good reasons why you aren’t going to do that.”
“Oh?” She braced herself for threats, though he hadn’t shown her that side in days.
“The first is Aldo Peretti. If you aren’t with me, he’ll find a way to get to you.”
She inclined her head, but didn’t confirm or deny his supposition. He was right, but he didn’t need to know she agreed with him. His sense of confidence was already massive. “And the other reason?”
Shane pushed aside his empty coffee cup as the maid came to claim their dishes from the table. She was a small black woman with a friendly smile and seemingly no propensity to deliberately scald Mia with hot coffee.
Remembering the incident sent a twinge of pain through her shoulder, where a blister was starting to fade. She ignored it and asked again, “Well? What’s the second?”
With a wicked glance at Charla, who was about to exit the dining room, he said, “No one else gets you off like I do, baby. You’d miss my cock if you ran away.”
The maid stumbled and issued a sound like a smothered giggle as she left the room.
Mia rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t suppress her own snort of amusement. “You’re such a crude ass, Shane. And if your ego gets any larger—”
“It’ll give my dick some serious competition.” He grinned at her as he got to his feet. “Doll yourself up and be ready to go at six. We’ll have a late dinner after the show.”
Mia nodded. “Where are you going?”
Shane’s amused expression slipped, and darkness shadowed his eyes. “I have a meeting.”
“With Cormac?” she guessed.
He scowled. “Higher than that, but not the main boss.”
She stood up to walk out beside him, her hand on his arm as they neared the staircase to part ways. “Are you in trouble, Shane?”
Shane winked. “Ah, baby, I didn’t know you cared.”
Mia gave him a stern look. “Stop trying to distract me. Are you going to be okay?”
He arched a brow. “Worried about me or yourself, Mia?”
She lifted a shoulder, too uncertain of the answer to give one. “I just want to know if I should prepare for the ballet or your funeral?”
His mouth curved upward. “Ever the smartass, baby girl. That’s one of the things I love about you.”
She blinked at that word, but tried to pretend it hadn’t freaked her out to hear him say something like that, even casually. “You still haven’t answered me.”
He sighed, his expression serious. “I’ve spent a busy week going after Peretti. I’ve been hitting him in the pocketbook, and some of those targets are more visible than my bosses like. So, I’m probably in for some heat, but I don’t think they’re going to measure me for those concrete shoes we discussed.”
“But you don’t know?” Anxiety shot through her.
He half-shrugged. “I’ll find out soon enough.”
She nodded, deciding not to keep prodding. Mia accepted the light kiss he pressed to her lips, surprising both of them when she drew him closer to deepen it. They were both breathing heavily when he pulled away a minute later. “Be safe, Shane.” Mia went for a light tone. “I’m counting on you to protect me from Aldo.”
He grinned, though his razor-sharp gaze seemed to dissect her and see below her forced carelessness. Whatever he saw made his grin grow. “And give you at least a million orgasms.”
Heat flared in her cheeks as she looked around to see if anyone had heard. Bruno and Wallace stood near the front door, but probably weren’t in hearing range. “A million, huh?” At his smug nod, she smiled. “I’m going to start counting and hold you to that.”
“It’s a promise.” With a wave, he turned and w
alked away.
Mia watched him go as a vague sense of uneasiness nagged at her. Much as she wanted to pretend her only concern was for herself, and what would happen to her if Shane was eliminated by his bosses, she couldn’t ignore a strong sense of concern for his wellbeing. The crazy psycho had grown on her in an unexpected way. That realization caused another spike of concern, but that one was solely for her own welfare. She was getting too close to the enemy.
Pushing aside that uncomfortable notion, she turned at went up the stairs, determined to focus on preparing for the evening ahead. She wouldn’t allow herself to dwell on what was happening to Shane, or even more alarming, what was happening to her.
***
Shane gritted his teeth and struggled to project a respectful air as he sat across the table from Riley Kilkearny. The man was pushing his last nerve, but he was a superior in the hierarchy, which meant Shane had to listen to him—or at least fake the appearance that he was at the other man’s command.
“You understand Mr. Murphy’s concern, Shane?”
He nodded. “No one wants a repeat of ten years ago, but the best way to deal with Peretti is fast and brutal. That might mean some short-term heat, but it will be more effective than a drawn-out war.” Plus, it was extremely satisfying to see the other man publicly humiliated and chip away at both his business and his image.
Riley’s shaggy red brows plunged downward as his long fingers toyed with the handle of his beer stein. “Or you could just return his stepsister and end the war.”
His body clenched, and he knew he’d lost the edge of respect in his voice when he spoke again. Riley’s eyes narrowed in response, and the other man’s posture tensed when Shane said, “Mia doesn’t want to be returned.”
His boss leaned forward a bit. “That’s not the story I hear. Word is Kasilli sold you his daughter, and you had to collect her yourself. From what I’ve heard, she’s your prisoner, and her brother is trying to rescue her.”
“Stepbrother.” Clenching the edge of the table, Shane leaned forward too, lowering his voice. “Peretti is a sick piece of shit, and I wouldn’t give anyone to him. Mia stays with me.”
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