His Possession: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Sky Corgan

  “So she's something special to you?”

  “Something like that.” If by special you mean she's the princess I'm keeping locked up in my tower.

  Who am I kidding? Amory is something special. I wouldn't have dropped so much money on her today if I didn't think that. I was planning to buy a new car with that money, but as soon as I saw the measly haul that Amory had brought back from Walmart, my priorities quickly shifted.

  She's a gorgeous woman, and she deserves to be dressed befitting of the princess that she is. I won't see her wearing rags or off-brand clothing while she's living under my roof.

  We get to my parents' house and greet all of our brothers before settling around the dinner table. It's a long table to accommodate all eight of us, with my father at the head. He says the blessing, and we dig into the abundance of Italian food spread before us. Lasagna and spaghetti and bread sticks and salad. All of it homemade. My mom is an amazing chef. Maybe I'll sneak a plate home to Amory. I'm not even sure she likes Italian food, but she will after she tastes my mother's cooking.

  My brothers and I bullshit during dinner, catching each other up on our lives, not that I have much to offer. I'm not sure how much Pop has told my mother about Amory, if anything, so I keep things hushed until after dinner. To this day, I think Mom is oblivious to most of what Pop does. He keeps her completely in the dark, for the most part. As far as she's known for all of these years, he's a successful businessman that owns multiple companies. She has no idea about the shady shit he had to do to get where he's at now.

  “So, how are you enjoying your new pet?” Pop asks me as we stand outside smoking cigars together. I followed him out to get this alone time with him. My siblings stayed inside, gathered around the television to watch football, another family tradition.

  “She's expensive,” I joke.

  “Why is that?” He smirks at me.

  “I couldn't keep her in the rags she brought with her. People would think I don't care.”

  His happy expression sulks. “You shouldn't care, Ryder. Please don't tell me you spent money on the broad.”

  My chest tightens from his disapproval. “Nothing noteworthy,” I lie. If he knew how much I'd actually spent on Amory, he'd probably bite my head off.

  “Good, because she won't be with you for that much longer.” He takes a long drag from his cigar.

  “What?” My mouth goes dry from his words.

  “Her parents paid me half of the money to get her back today. They're supposed to give me the rest by the end of the month.”

  I quickly try to remember the date. Fuck, the end of the month is only a week away. That means...

  I hadn't realized that the thought of losing her would affect me like this. The truth is, I really like the girl. I don't want to let her go.

  “Big Jeff told me the deal with her.” I glance at my car, hoping this isn't going to get Big J in trouble. “Said she traded her freedom so you'd stop bugging her parents. I wouldn't think it like you to renege on such a deal.”

  “The girl is worth nothing to me. Cash talks.” He blows out a mushroom cloud of thick smoke. I shift my weight, trying to think of some way to reason with him to let me keep her. He reads my discontent and continues, “I'll send you another girl after she's gone.”

  “I'm not interested in another girl,” I reply quickly.

  “Pussy is pussy,” his tone is cold and unrelenting. He'd probably be disappointed in me if he knew I hadn't actually fucked her yet.

  “Yeah,” I agree, because I don't want to fight with him and I don't want to come off as some lovesick sap.

  I know that the conversation is over when Pop snuffs out his cigar and goes back inside. He doesn't give two shits about my feelings. Everything is always business with him. Then again, I'm sure he hadn't suspected that I'd get so attached to Amory. Neither did I.

  I drive back home after supper with a scowl on my face. The thought that I'm about to lose my little toy places a sense of urgency on things that we have yet to do. I only have a week to experience every pleasure that her body has to offer. But that's oddly not my most pressing desire. I want to make her want to stay. I'm not even sure if that's possible, but part of me is desperate to try.

  “Are you happy here?” I ask Amory when I return to the loft. When I walked in, she was sitting on the floor in her bedroom looking the same way she always does, emotionless. It hurts my heart to know that she probably hates me. Maybe my father is right. Maybe it's better if I just let her go.

  “Happy,” she repeats the word as if she doesn't even understand the meaning of it.

  “I suppose your not.” I look down at my fingers, fingers that are silently begging to be all over her body. “You were taken from your home. And now you're...” my voice trails off as I glance over at the open closet. Clothes are packed inside, and there are bags and boxes lining the wall. “I guess all of the clothes in the world can't make you happy right now, can they?”

  She looks at me finally, and a soft smile spreads across her lips. “I know that you're trying to make me happy, Ryder, and I appreciate it.”

  My name sounds like honey on her tongue. My cock twitches to life from the sound of it. Her smile is an aphrodisiac to me. Seeing some trace of happiness on her beautiful face does something to me on a deep emotional level. It makes me want to never see her frown again.

  “You're supposed to be in my bed,” I remind her before scooping her up in my arms. She drapes her arm around my shoulder, but she doesn't need to support herself. She weighs next to nothing.

  I walk her to my room before laying her down on the bed. She folds back onto it, the t-shirt she's wearing rising up to expose her flat stomach. It's one of the shirts she bought at Walmart today. I can't help but shake my head at her. Why does she keep insisting on defying me? There's a part of me that enjoys it, though. That loves that she won't give herself over to me completely.

  That's about to change. Because I need to claim her. I need to own her body. And I need to find some way to secure her in my life forever. I need to make her mine.

  I unwrap her like a present, removing each article of clothing slowly so that I can savor every inch of exposed flesh. The moment seems too soon that she's naked before me, yet my cock is so eager to be inside of her that it can't be soon enough. I disrobe and crawl up onto the bed beside her, lying next to her to stroke her hair.

  “Who was the woman?” she asks abruptly.

  “The woman?” I furrow my brow in confusion before I remember my sister coming to pick me up. She stayed in the car when she dropped me off. “Oh, that was my sister.”

  Relief seems to take over Amory's features, and I can't help but grin. Is that jealousy I detect? Why else would she have asked such a question.

  “I want you to be happy here,” I tell her before bending to kiss her forehead.

  Her skin is warm and inviting. My mouth can't resist kissing a trail down her nose before I find her lips. This kiss is softer than the ones we shared before because I want her to know that I want her. Not in the way that every man wants his cock buried balls deep in a warm, wet cunt. But in the way that a man wants a woman on a more intimate level.

  My fingertips caress her cheek as I deepen the kiss. Her tongue finds its way into my mouth, exploring, and she moans against my lips. I palm my cock, giving it a few cursory strokes. Then I climb between her legs. “Spread them for me. I want to see that pretty pink cunt of yours.”

  She does as she's told without hesitation, her legs bowing to show me heaven. The display before me has my dick leaking its pre-juices. Amory raises a hand to her chest, looking shy and innocent. It's driving me fucking crazy seeing her like this.

  I need to be inside of her. Want to feel her little pink slit wrapped around my dick. My cock throbs at the thought of spreading her. I can't wait to see us connected, to see her greedy pussy slurping at my dick as I push it in and out of her.

  I grab her legs and force them up over her head, placing my knee
s against her back to keep her in place. I hook her knees over my shoulders, serving her cunt up to me. A blush spreads over her cheeks, and she looks away, too bashful to handle the crudeness of the position.

  I lick my lips before burying my face between her folds. She groans, her thighs quivering. I have to be careful. It won't take much to make her come. I learned that the first time I ate her cunt. Her clit is sensitive as hell. It's not a bad thing, but I don't want her firing off yet.

  I shove my tongue down her snatch, leaving more wetness behind than I'm taking in. She feels so fucking tight, even against my mouth. I want to shove my fingers into her to warm her up, but I also want to feel everything her untouched body has to offer.

  I lather her well in my saliva, giving her clit a teasing flick with the tip of my tongue before I lower her back down onto the bed and grab the base of my cock to guide it to her entryway. There's enough lubrication to keep it from being uncomfortable for her, but she should still be tight as hell around me.

  I push just the tip in, and her body gives resistance. She sucks in a breath, whimpering. Her eyes are clenched shut.

  “I'm just at your doorway, baby,” I tell her with full intent to bust it down. “Let's see if you can handle a cock as big as mine.”

  I push forward, rotating my hips to slowly drill into her. She's unbelievably tight. So much so that it's almost painful. I'm worried that I might nut just from penetrating her, and for that reason, I need to take things slowly.

  She curls her fingers into the comforter below us, her breathing ragged, flashes of pain and pleasure swapping places in her expression. Finally, I'm all the way in, the pressure so much that all I can do is groan while I rest my cock inside of her.

  “Fucking shit, you are so goddamn tight,” I growl before finally pulling back, my cock pulsing from being wrapped so tightly by her hot cunt.

  When I glance down at our joined parts, I see a vein of red running down my cock. My brain rewinds to before we started having sex. My face was in her pussy. There was no blood then, which means...

  I tear my hand through my hair, my mouth falling agape for a moment as I try to recover from the realization. “You're a virgin.”

  Holy fuck, she's a virgin, and I just popped her cherry. The man who is keeping her captive. I feel like such an asshole.

  I move to sit back on my heels, but Amory reaches out for me. “Don't stop.”

  The sheer need in her voice calls me back. The fact that she wants me—that she wants this with me, for me to have her first time—makes my heart swell. I crawl back over her like a predator, clutching her face in my hand. “If this is what you want, then I wouldn't dream of it.”

  “This is what I want.” She gives me a small nod of approval and smiles. She fucking smiles at me, sweet and innocent and affectionate.

  I kiss her with all of the passion I feel inside as I push my dick back between her folds. She whimpers as I enter her again, her back arching from the bed, and she clings to me. Her soft breasts press into my chest, spurring me to start bucking. It feels so good that I know I won't last long.

  I slip a hand between her legs to rub her clit in tight circles. She squirms beneath me slightly, and when I jam my cock deep into her, she comes hard, her muscles clamping around me like a vice.

  “Oh fuck,” I growl, knowing that I'm done for.

  I slam into her a final time, pressing my cock as far as it will go as I spill my seed into her womb. My hips pump hard between her legs, wanting to get it nice and deep. Her body is mine. Her cunt is mine. And if I have my way, this will last forever. Because I have one goal in mind right now—to get her pregnant with my baby.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  AMORY

  I wake to the light streaming in through the curtains and an unfamiliar soreness between my legs. As I blink the sleep out of my eyes, I see Ryder's silhouette lying beside me, and a warmness takes over my heart. I remember everything. I remember the strange inflection in his tone when he asked if I was happy. The way that he kissed me had changed from before. Then when he had claimed my pussy and realized that I was a virgin, there was a gentleness to him I hadn't expected.

  Maybe I'm reading everything wrong, but I'm starting to think he might like me too, and that makes me happier than I'd like to admit.

  As if sensing that I've awoken, he rolls over and pulls me against his chest, sighing contently before settling again. He doesn't even open his eyes, so I can only imagine that he's still asleep. I like the feel of his powerful arms wrapped around me. They make me feel safe. Like I belong.

  Eventually, he wakes and rises from the bed to order us breakfast. I pretend to be asleep until he's gone. Then I lie on my back, thinking more about last night. I can still feel the stickiness of his seed between my thighs. When I had asked him if I could get up and take a shower, he had adamantly said no. He had also refused the luxury of a towel to clean myself off. So I had slept with his baby batter between my legs all night long, marinating in my womb. I wonder if he even knows I'm not on birth control. If he did, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have come inside of me.

  It was so freakin' hot, though, feeling his cock twitch as it spilled into me. Knowing that I was draining his balls was empowering. I had wrecked him. We had wrecked each other, practically climaxing at the same time. I couldn't have asked for a more erotic first time. Maybe a more romantic one, but definitely not more erotic.

  I roll over onto my side and analyze our relationship. The woman who had come over last night was his sister, so I can only assume that he doesn't have a girlfriend. I'm sleeping in his bed by his request. So what does that make us? Am I still just his prisoner? I don't like to think that's the case anymore. He pretty much lets me do whatever I want. And he's kind and affectionate towards me.

  “Amory.” Ryder knocks on the doorframe, drawing my attention up to him. “Breakfast.”

  I slip on a robe and follow him to the dining room, eating more than I did yesterday. It means that I'm comfortable with him, that I no longer see him as a threat. He seems pleased by this. He even slides his chair over next to mine and hand feeds me some bacon, which I find a bit odd but also adorable. He likes me. Or at least if he doesn't, he's really good at acting like he does.

  “I'm going to be gone for most of the day,” he tells me once we're finished eating and he's gotten dressed.

  Since he's wearing a suit and tie, I can only assume he has business to attend to. I can't help but wonder if it has anything to do with his father. That thought makes me frown. I don't like to think of him as a thug, but considering that he doesn't seem to have a real job, that's the only thing I can come up with.

  “I'm leaving you my credit card. You can do whatever you want today.” He slides the card towards me on the bar before grabbing his keys.

  “Can I go see my parents?” My face lights up. I know it's a long shot, but I at least have to try.

  “Anything but that.” He gives me a serious look, and I sulk a bit. “Be a good girl today, and I'll give you a present when I get home.”

  A present, huh? I don't bother asking what it is. The only thing I really want right now is to see my family, but that's obviously not happening, so I'll settle for whatever he feels like giving me.

  I wait until he's gone before I start getting dressed. It's now apparent that spending money is not an issue for him, so I try to think of what would be the most fun thing to do with my day. It doesn't take long for an idea to hit me.

  I put on a pair of blue shorts and a black halter top, pairing the outfit with strappy sandals. Then I pull back my hair into a high ponytail before heading out the door.

  “Where are you off to?” Big Jeff asks, flanking my side while I'm locking up.

  “You mean where are we off to,” I correct him.

  “Yes. That's what I meant.” He smiles at me in amusement.

  “Coney Island, my good sir. To Coney Island.” I point towards the elevator since I have no idea what direction Coney Island is in.


  It's a good day. At least, for me it is. Big Jeff trails behind me like my dutiful, out of place servant. We walk in and out of shops, but I try my best not to buy anything so that he doesn't have to carry bags around. Every time I see a trinket that I think my mother would like, my mood dips a little. It seems like I miss my parents more when I'm out in public than I do in the confines of the loft. Maybe that's because freedom is out here. Or perhaps it's because I think that there may be the tiniest chance that I could run into them.

  I can count all of the times we've been to this amusement park on one hand, but they're some of my favorite memories with my parents. Every time we came was a treat because it was something we could rarely afford. Mom always made us eat beforehand to save money, but they let me ride the rides and play the games, even though the prizes were hard to win and a waste of money. I miss those times. Times before I knew about the power and corruption of money. Times when I was oblivious to the struggles that my parents were going through.

  Being an adult sucks.

  I buy Big Jeff and I a cotton candy. He tries to refuse, but I shove it into his hand. “You will eat it,” I do my best Ryder impression, and he laughs.

  “You sure are something else.”

  “Thanks.” I beam. “And after we finish our cotton candy, you're riding the Cyclone with me.” I point to the roller coaster.

  “Oh, no.” He holds up his free hand. “I don't do heights.”

  My head juts back in surprise. “Are you telling me that a big guy like you is actually afraid of something?”

  “I'm afraid of a lot of things, ma'am,” he confesses. “Those rickety-looking wooden things is one of them.”

  “Oh, come now. What's the worst that could happen?” I give him a side glance.

  “Uh, I could die.”

  “Pfft. I'm sure your job is five hundred times scarier than a ride on that thing.” I nod toward the roller coaster.

  “It can be.” His large blue eyes look distant for a moment. I can only imagine the horrible things he's thinking of.