Made to Beg

by Piper Stone

  And he was the reason.

  His angst.

  His domination.

  His lust for life.

  I couldn’t get over the way he was staring at me, as if he’d never seen me before or as if he was terrified of losing me. A flash of something haunted crossed his eyes, dimming the glow I’d seen earlier. Yet just as soon as the ugliness was there, his dominating side took over. What in God’s name had happened?

  He continued sweeping his fingers across my skin, rolling the tips down my stomach then across to my arm, exploring every inch.

  My breath was ragged from the touch alone, goosebumps popping along every inch of skin. The electricity was high voltage, shattering my last resolve. I had no idea how many minutes had passed as he continued his exploration, husky growls pushing up from his throat. I’d never seen a man so hungry, ready to feast and consume.

  As he trailed his fingers down first one leg then the other, I closed my eyes, delighting in the sensations cascading all over my body. This was the man from before yet with increased yearning. This was the man I could fall in love with all over again. I bit back a cry. Not from the tickling vibrations but from being forced to admit he’d stolen my heart all those years ago.

  I heard the sound of rustling and peeked, basking in the way the television highlighted his insanely gorgeous physique as he completely undressed. He was well-built and toned, with strong shoulders, a broad chest, long and carved arms, and muscular legs.

  And his beautiful thick, long, and throbbing cock.

  My mouth watered from the longing to suck him and as if reading my mind, he inched closer, planting one leg on the couch and lowering down.

  “Suck me,” he commanded.

  There was no hesitation on my part, my desire too intense. I wrapped one hand around his swollen balls, squeezing until he threw his head back and moaned. I slid my finger down the underside of his shaft before wrapping my hand around the base, holding him in place as I darted my tongue across his sensitive slit. Within seconds, several drops of pre-cum beaded across the tip, a tantalizing reward, the taste better than I remembered.

  Spicy.

  Sweet.

  All male.

  I couldn’t hold back, taking his engorged tip inside my mouth, swirling my tongue in languishing motions. All the while, I couldn’t take my eyes off him, watching the way his face contorted, his chest rising and falling.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Take all of me,” he whispered.

  I adored the sound, the way he seemed to be losing control around me. I stroked the base of his cock as I took him down an inch at a time, relaxing my throat as I sucked. I couldn’t seem to get enough, almost desperate with my own level of thirst. There was no way he could quench my needs, but I knew I’d be required to service him day after day.

  The thought was both riveting as well as terrifying. He was all powerful, dominating, and insatiable.

  He jutted his hips forward until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. His eyes were wild as he shifted his head back and forth then face fucked me, driving his cock in and out in a practiced manner. “That’s it. So good. I love your damn wet mouth.” His entire body shook as he fucked my face.

  I rolled his balls between my fingers, savoring the way they felt in my hands. Everything about this was sinful, wicked, and wonderful. I could tell he was holding back, his guttural sounds more savage in nature. I wanted to taste him, to drink every drop of his sweet cum, but he wanted more.

  He required more.

  When he’d finally had enough, he threw his arms and head back, roaring like a savage beast. But the second he crawled on top, his breathing ragged, he cupped my face in such a gentle manner. “So beautiful. So special.”

  “Are you certain you’re all right?”

  “Stop worrying about me, doll. Nothing and no one is capable of hurting me.”

  “You’re not infallible.”

  His chuckle was laced with more than his usual hint of evil. “Maybe not.”

  “Not against a bullet.”

  Sighing, he brushed hair out of my eyes. “That asshole ain’t gonna kill me. No more talking. Period. I need something else entirely.”

  Whatever had occurred had Axel Movino smack in the middle. He was incensed the asshole had been able to get closer.

  I wrapped my leg around his hips, pulling him tightly against me. “Then fuck me.” I was surprised at his smile and dancing eyes, like a kid in a candy store. He rubbed his cock against me, grinding his hips.

  “That’s exactly what I plan on doing.” As he held himself aloft, positioning his cockhead just past my swollen folds, I rubbed my hands up and down his back. He was so damn tense, and I did fear for him, for his life. I knew what the monster was capable of.

  The moment he slipped his cock inside, we both shuddered. He simply rocked his body against mine, rolling his hips as he fucked me, driving in and out in such an orchestrated fashion. I was lost in the pleasure, wrapping my other leg around him. As he’d done before, his eyes never left mine, so intense. So telling.

  With every stroke, every deep plunge, I could feel his armor melting away, much like the walls I’d placed around me, so afraid of getting hurt.

  As I had been before.

  A slice of sadness rolled into me, the realization that we’d never be a normal couple. There could never be family times without fear, nights out sharing dinner without bodyguards. I wasn’t certain I was capable of being the woman he wanted.

  But I clung to him, my fingers entwined in his hair, my heart racing as he pumped into me. The feel of him, the way he filled me was indescribable. It was truly as if I belonged to him. The moan escaping my lips was long and exaggerated, a telling statement of the way I felt about him.

  He pressed his lips against mine, opening them slowly and barely darting his tongue inside. He was so close, his weight perfect, the curve of his body melding against mine. He French kissed me for a full minute before rearing back, pulling me up with him.

  “I want more,” he muttered, forcing me onto my knees then tossing my waist over the back of the couch. “Much more.”

  And the simple truth was so did I. I wanted all of him in every manner, taking me in any way he desired. The butterflies had returned to my tummy, the blood pumping through my veins wildly and intensely. Everything about this was incredible.

  Lorenzo crowded his body against mine, our fingers intertwining as his cock easily slipped back inside my hot, wet pussy. “Damn, woman, you feel so good. Tight. Hot.”

  “Mmm...” I arched my back, thrusting hard against him, baiting him.

  Begging in my own way.

  His grip became tight, his fingers digging into mine as he powered into me, using long and hard strokes. Skin slapping against skin. Hearts thumping. Electricity soaring.

  “Imagine how I’m going to take you every night,” he said before biting down on my neck, the slice of pain incredible.

  “Yes. Sir.” I’d never imagined saying the words to any man for any reason. He’d yanked out the woman inside, smashing the chains that had only been unlocked four years before. Everything became a blur as he drove his cock into me, the force slamming me against the back of the couch. I allowed my mind to float into pure ecstasy. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back an orgasm for long.

  But I’d remembered his commands. I wasn’t allowed to come without his permission. Panting, I met every hard thrust with one of my own, struggling to hold back, to obey him as required. I clamped my pussy muscles, smiling when he groaned, releasing then repeating the move.

  “Such a bad girl,” he whispered in a husky voice. “Just remember, you’re not in charge.”

  My entire body was shaking involuntarily, the excitement and rapture surging. The heat of his body was intense but more comforting than I would have imagined. I adored the way his body molded with mine, even though there would always be something so reckless about our coupling. We weren’t supposed to be.

  “Are
you ready to come, baby? Are you ready to explode all over my cock?” His questions were barely audible yet dripping with sensuality. He would always be the rugged man, one who refused to take no for an answer.

  “Yes. Yes, sir.”

  He nipped my neck, biting down with enough vigor I whimpered, trusting like a wild animal taking its mate. “Then come for me. Come. Now!”

  There was no way I could hold back, my muscles tensing as the climax swept from the base of my tingling toes, shooting into my pussy. I lolled my head on his shoulder, issuing a silent scream.

  “That’s it. Take all you want, doll. For tonight.”

  He held me as the single orgasm became another, the second even more powerful, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. I dropped my head, my breath shallow, cringing the moment he let go of my hands. While his mannerisms were tender, even loving, seconds later he drifted away, moving to a sitting position on the edge of the couch.

  Our connection and closeness were broken, the light switch flipped.

  He stared at the television as if mesmerized by the romantic comedy that was close to the end. I knew better. He was back in his world of monsters.

  I grabbed the blanket, curling my legs against the soft leather and covering my aching body, watching him suffer. A full minute ticked by then a second.

  “Talk to me, Lorenzo. What happened tonight?”

  Exhaling, he rubbed his jaw. “Nothing for you to worry about, babe.”

  Reaching over, I was able to grab his shirt, thrusting it in his face. “You were covered in blood, Lorenzo. If not yours then whose?”

  “You ask a lot of questions about things you shouldn’t.”

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. I’m involved whether you like it or not.”

  He chuckled and gazed down at his hands. While they were scrubbed clean, I had the distinct feeling that they hadn’t been earlier. I couldn’t take my mind off some horrific massacre. “You may be right, Sierra, but there are aspects of my business that you’re not going to learn about. That’s just the way I handle things.”

  “That’s right. I’m only a woman and you’re a lone wolf on the hunt.”

  He merely turned his head, giving me yet another one of his commanding looks.

  I gazed out the set of French doors, admiring the dawn of the day, a beautiful flash of spectacular colors skimming the horizon. A rebirth. New life.

  Then why did I continue to fear what the day would bring? Additional changes.

  Additional rules.

  Additional horrors.

  So much had occurred in little more than twenty-four hours.

  I wasn’t the same woman I’d been and in truth, I wasn’t entirely certain I liked the person I was becoming.

  Or was forced to become.

  I slipped off the couch, keeping the blanket wrapped around me as I grabbed my clothes and headed toward the door, stopping just inside the doorway. “You know what’s interesting? I was really worried about you, almost frantic in fact. I had to beg your bodyguards to call you just to see if you were alive. My instincts told me that you were in danger. I honestly don’t know what that says about me. Why should I bother? I’m just an object. So be it.” I took a few seconds to laugh bitterly, certainly not expecting a response.

  And I didn’t get one.

  “Anyway, whatever happened to you changed you. I can tell by the look in your eyes. You may be all powerful and a dangerous man, but you’re still a man and one I remembered has a heart and soul. He’s the man I came running to and the reason I allowed myself to believe you could help me. Not because you’d track down the monster who killed Lucas, but because you’d actually give a damn what happened to me. I guess four years ago was just a show. Just continue killing and using people, Lorenzo, if that makes you happy, but you’re going to end up alone and very lonely.”

  I hesitated only briefly, holding my breath. A single tear slipped past my lashes as I rushed up the stairs, my thoughts shifting to the same fear I’d had all night. Death.

  Someone had died only hours before and this time, the blood was on Lorenzo’s hands.

  And what was worse? This was just the beginning.

  Chapter Seven

  Lorenzo

  Damn it. Damn it all to hell.

  Lies. Secrets. Games.

  I hated all three, had beaten a man nearly to death once for those particular atrocities. I’d allowed the third assailant to live so he could go running back to Axel with my message.

  You will die.

  If I knew anything about the violent man, he hated anyone who challenged his authority.

  My hand ached from spanking her, as well as the intense beating I’d given my would-be assassin. My heart also ached from caring far too damn much and my cock from another wave of irrational desire. The woman had burned a hole in me.

  I allowed my mind to wander for a few precious seconds. The moment I’d noticed she wasn’t wearing the anal plug, I was thrown, as if a gesture of that nature was anything to get pissed off about. She was going to continue fighting me in every way. That was her nature and damn, it excited the hell out of me.

  I rubbed my jaw, my entire body tense. I wanted to taste her, use her, and fuck her again.

  And again.

  Business. You have to think about business. Yeah, I had to think about revenge.

  Why did she lie to me? Why not just tell me the fucker knew who she was? Maybe holding something back was her attempt at keeping some control. There was something behind Axel’s need to kill her. The nagging thought would remain.

  However, she was right about something I’d refused to admit to myself. I would end up alone, but likely from my own choice. I shouldn’t have made the terms of the deal. I shouldn’t have bought into the concept that I could be powerful enough to protect her against a scum like Axel. I had to get her somewhere safe and that certainly wasn’t going to be locked down at my house. If he had no issue sending his men into a restaurant full of skillfully trained Francesco soldiers as well as the heads of the Francesco organization, he would stop at nothing to get to her.

  A single question remained.

  How the fuck did the man find out Sierra was in my possession? There were only a handful of trusted individuals who knew, including the consigliere. While it had been mentioned at dinner, obviously that didn’t matter. Then there were my soldiers, including Justin and Drake, who’d been recommended by Dante. Maybe I’d been too careless in my actions. That was going to stop right now. I would stop at nothing to find out what the fuck had occurred.

  The entire evening played like a bad C-rated movie in my mind, my thoughts drifting to the goddamn FBI who’d been tipped off. The man leading the investigation? None other than David Fox. The way the aging drone of the department had stared at my injured father had pissed me off. I’d almost snapped his neck. Only Dante had been able to stop me. I knew Mr. Fox would sniff in every dark alley in a perverse attempt to pin the entire massacre on my family.

  At least I had a reason to keep him on ice. I’d pay a visit to the man later in the day to help him understand the situation. First things first. I needed to send a series of messages to Axel, further fueling the battle that had been started. Once news hit the streets, there would be a certain level of chaos among our dealers. We couldn’t afford to take any additional hits. Our profits were down, our control slipping. Goddamn it, I was furious.

  I’d been forced to fork out some large bills to a couple of officers on our payroll in order to keep the attack quiet, but I knew the shit would be leaked to the press. At least there were no pictures of the blood and gore, a clear sign of weakness.

  Still, the rumors would fly soon enough if they hadn’t begun already.

  We’d lost two good men, Vincenzo still in the hospital with a serious but non-life-threatening wound to the abdomen. Fortunately, Angelo had already regrouped, making certain Vincenzo’s men remained on schedule. There was far too much at stake to allow the attack to hinder us in
any manner. At least my father was resting comfortably in the hospital and under heavy guard, where I’d make certain he stayed for the time being. My gut told me that he hadn’t been the actual target. If he had been, my father would be dead.

  That left me as the intended target. Fucking assholes had come in through the back door leading to the alley, muscling in through the line cooks. Fucking split second timing had thwarted their plans.

  Then there was my brother.

  I sighed, turning my hands over several times, still able to see Stefan’s blood covering them. Every fucking person in the Movino clan would pay for what they did. My entire body was shaking from the rage rushing through me. I had to think straight and to shove aside my anger in order to determine a plan of action. Perhaps it was time for blood to rain in the streets again. At least the gods had been with me. I’d located the third asshole. The message had been sent back to Axel.

  Fuck with me and you and every member of your organization will pay.

  Instead of making good on my threat immediately, what had I done? Returned and fucked the woman I’d sworn to protect instead of getting her the hell out of town.

  Jesus.

  And still, the need for her burned deep within, a swirling electrified desire of sadistic hunger I’d never before experienced. Sure, the time I’d spent with her years ago had been enticing, but my longing for her bridged another level entirely. Her words stuck in my mind, a realization of the kind of man I’d become.

  Cold and indifferent.

  At least I could give her the kind of respect she deserved by being truthful with her. Then I’d follow through with the only thing that made sense, locking her down in another location. The only man in my employ that I trusted implicitly at this point was Dante. He’d come up through the ranks. He’d taken his share of bullets for me. He would die in order to protect her.

  I snarled, realizing that I had very little trust left for anyone.

  Sighing, I turned off the DVD player, the television reverting back to regular programming and the early morning news.