Serafin: Social Rejects Syndicate (Kings of Krakow Trilogy Book 1)

by Deja Voss

  I’m hopeless.

  I love when he’s charged up like this. I like pushing his buttons just hard enough to plant a seed in his head and then back off and retreat, daring him to chase me down and do what he wants with me.

  I love teasing and the “punishment” I receive as a result of my actions.

  Reaping what I sow.

  He throws the car into park right in front of the mansion and walks around to open my door. Before I can get out, he tosses me over his shoulder like a caveman, his hand pressed firmly into my ass with a possessive grip. He grabs the handcuffs and heads for the door, and even though all the blood is rushing to my head, I can’t stop smiling.

  We get upstairs to the bedroom and he sets me on the floor, his gaze burning into my flesh. He’s circling his prey, and his breath is heavy. His erection pokes through his pants, and I want nothing more than to drop down on my knees and show him how badly I want him.

  “Bend over the bed, mouse,” he commands. “I want to see you.”

  I lean over the bed, and he hikes my skirt up over my ass, the cool air sending goosebumps up my thighs. His fingers pull my damp panties aside, and he slides one inside me.

  “So wet for me,” he growls. “So beautiful.”

  He rubs his hand up and down the flesh of my ass, slapping it a few times as he slides his fingers in and out of me, my knees buckling as I revel in the pleasure and pain. As he traces the tight ring of my ass, I gasp.

  “I want all of you, Mia,” he says. “Every little bit of you. I want to claim you. Do you want that?”

  I nod enthusiastically. He swings back and plants a smack on my ass that makes my toes curl. “I want all your orgasms. I want all your moans. All your tears. Promise me?”

  “Yes, Serafin,” I barely bleat out as his finger pokes into my ass. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and part of me wants to run away, but as he slowly slides it in and out, the nerve endings light up like electric sparks and I can feel my wetness running down my legs. I throw my head back and moan and he presses a passionate kiss to my lips.

  “Such a good girl. Don’t move, okay? I have a surprise for you.”

  My body quivers in anticipation. I feel so empty without him inside of me. Hungry and waiting, my pussy throbs between my thighs.

  He walks over to the nightstand drawer and pulls out a little bag. He grabs a bottle of lube and rips the plastic safety seal off the cap. He drizzles it down my ass crack and I jump from the coldness of it.

  “Mmm, I guess I should probably make use of these, since you were so interested,” he says, holding the handcuffs up in front of my face. “Is that what you want, mouse? For me to lock you up so you can’t move while I take this pretty ass?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. He stares into my eyes, smiling from ear to ear. “Please.” I hold up my wrists.

  He guides me up on the bed and I get on my hands and knees as he puts one handcuff around my wrist. I wasn’t prepared for how heavy it was going to feel. I know there’s no turning back, but there’s nowhere I want to go.

  “You can tell me to stop anytime you want,” he growls in my ear. “You know I’ll never push you further than you’re willing, love.”

  He takes the handcuff and wraps the chain around the post of the bed, cuffing my other wrist in the other cuff.

  “Test it out,” he says with a wink. I pull on the chain, the metal clanking against the wooden post, and reality sets in, I’m not going anywhere. I am completely vulnerable to his every whim.

  He pulls a small vibrator out of the satchel and a shiver runs down my spine.

  “I’m gonna make you cum so many times you’re gonna forget your name,” he says, turning it on. Just the sound makes me jump back a few centimeters, but I realize that’s all the further I can go.

  As he presses it to my clit, my eyes roll back in my head.

  He fists his cock, his erection growing, precum dribbling from the tip. He slides it into my dripping pussy with ease, and already, I am on the verge of cumming. He pulls out before I have a chance to get off, and I feel him lining up with my tightest hole. He slips the vibrator inside me, taunting my g-spot, and slowly inches his way inside me, stretching me further than I thought possible. I don’t know if I want to shatter or break, but his soft touch on my back and his deep growls are delicious.

  He fills me with his dick and I can’t hold on any longer. My fingers fight against the restraints as my back arches. My walls collapse around the vibrator humming inside me and my muscles contract around him, every inch of my body filled with electric sparks as I succumb to my orgasm.

  “That’s one,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck, just barely letting me come down before he starts thrusting again.

  Three hours later, and I’m feeling like I just ran back to back marathons, my wrists bruised, my skin drenched in sweat, the space between my legs so tender, I don’t think I’ll be able to sit down for a week.

  He’s absolutely right. I don’t even remember my name, but as I spread out across the luscious comforter and he covers my body in soft kisses, I don’t need a name. I am happy to be simply his.

  20

  Serafin:

  “You really don’t have to come with me.” I watch her dab lotion on her face and smear it around with a sponge. I could watch her do this shit all day. Every little thing she does is fascinating. Every eyebrow she plucks, every bit of gunk she globs in her hair, she doesn’t need any of this shit, but something about her little routine is so her, and I like getting lost in it.

  “It’s not about you all the time, Serafin,” she says. “Your mother and I have one very important thing in common.”

  “Yeah,” I say, hugging her around the waist. “You’re both fucking crazy about me.”

  “Okay, you got me there,” she says with a laugh. “I guess it is all about you all the time.”

  The doctors called earlier today and assured me they were running a whole new battery of tests on her tumor. They couldn’t do too much while her body recovered from her hip surgery, but now it’s time to face down the underlying problems.

  I’m purposely trying to avoid letting my mind go to the worst place for the sake of Mia. I feel a little twinge of guilt that the two of us are finally having some of the happiest days of our lives while my mother’s health is hanging in the balance.

  It’s what she expressly wished for me, though. Every time I’ve gone to see her, she’s pushed me out the door within twenty minutes. I think maybe it’s her way of making amends with how she’s treated Mia in the past.

  “I just don’t want you to feel obligated.”

  “Is it that, or are you worried I’m going to upset her? You know that’s not my intention.”

  I know with all my heart Mia doesn’t have a vindictive bone in her body. She’s probably done some sort of extreme mental gymnastics and came to the conclusion that whatever part my mother played in keeping her away was her own fault. I know one thing, though, she’s entitled to speak with her and find out for herself.

  “Does she like any kind of flower in specific? I don’t want to show up empty handed.” she asks as she throws a long pink tunic top on over her head. She stands in the mirror posing and spinning in circles before she takes it off and tosses it on the floor.

  “You don’t have to dress up for her, Mia. Whatever you want to wear is fine. And don’t worry about the flowers. She’s got a whole fucking roomful. I’m sure the only thing she’ll really care about seeing is that ring on your finger.”

  The engagement ring hasn’t left Mia’s hand since the moment I gave it to her. She sleeps with it on. She showers with it on. She wears it when she strokes my cock and I don’t even care because it’s just another reminder of who she belongs to. It’s just all the more proof she’s mine.

  “Everything I have is black,” she says, tossing an armful of clothes on the bed. “I don’t want her to think I’m trying to send her a message.”

  “You look beautiful in ev
erything,” I remind her, especially right in this instant as she stands there in nothing but a pair of tan lace panties with a matching bra. “I’ll take you shopping on the way home. You can pick out some not so somber stuff.”

  “Absolutely not,” she says. I want nothing more than to shower her every single day in whatever she wants. Jewelry, cars, clothes, expensive art, I don’t ever want her to want for anything. Mia isn’t about that life, though. She’s been working her ass off, dividing her days between Jakub’s office and getting her gallery set up and ready to go. She paints well into the night at least a few times a week, but every night, no matter how busy either one of us are, we always find time to lay in bed and cuddle before we fall asleep.

  It only makes her that much sexier to me. All she ever really wanted was to be loved for who she is, and that’s the only thing I’ve ever been capable of doing. It’s a win win situation.

  It’s not like I don’t get anything in return, like these glorious views of her getting dressed every morning, or the way she takes my hands in hers and stares into my eyes and promises she’s never going to leave me.

  I don’t even know if I would’ve had the strength to navigate my mother’s illness without her by my side, but she truly has a way of making me feel like everything is going to work out just fine no matter what the world throws at us.

  She finally settles on a plain yellow dress and a pair of bright blue flats, and as she rakes her fingers through her hair, I can’t help but think she looks just like a ray of sunshine.

  “I’m going to go fix some coffee,” she says. “You want anything?”

  My cellphone starts to ring and it’s the direct line from the hospital. “Hey mom,” I say. “We’re on our way over in a minute. I just have to hop in the shower.”

  “Mr. Mazur, I’m sorry, this is Anita. I’m calling to let you know that your mother’s condition has seriously declined in the last two hours. We need you to come down here so we can discuss our options.”

  “Is she going to die?” I ask.

  Mia stops dead in her tracks and races over to me, wrapping her arms around me. I hang my head, resting it on her shoulder. I drop my phone to the ground and the sound of the nurse’s voice turns into muffled background noise.

  21

  Mia:

  “I don’t want to eat up any of your time with her, Serafin,” I say, standing outside the doorway to his mother’s hospital room. I guess I enabled all of this. Everything he told me about his mother’s prognosis over the last few weeks sounded bad to me, but he kept playing it off like everything was going to be okay and she’d magically wake up one day and be completely fine.

  I wanted to believe him. I guess it’s selfish, but I really really wanted to know what it was like to have a mother in law. With my mother out of the picture, I thought it would be fun to have someone to go wedding dress shopping with or someone to help me when I had questions about raising our kids. I wanted that experience with her, even if she maybe didn’t want that with me.

  Now, her time is coming to an end before we even had a chance to talk in person like two human beings.

  “You’re not,” he assures me, wrapping me in his arms and kissing the top of my head.

  He pulls the door open, and I tiptoe into the room, trying to make as little noise as possible. I don’t know what to expect, but I don’t exactly feel like I belong here. Something about seeing someone during their last day on earth feels like a level of intimacy I’m not entitled to.

  To my surprise, she looks extremely peaceful laying there in her bed. This room looks more like a hotel than a hospital room, and I’m sure their family name and bank account have something to do with that, but it still has that funky sterile smell that seems to stick in your nose forever.

  “Mrs. Mazur,” I whisper, as I approach the bed. “It’s me, Mia. Serafin said I could come in and talk to you a little bit.”

  Her eyelids flutter, and she turns her lips upward into a thin smile. “Mia…” she says slowly and softly. “Are you here to give me a piece of your mind?”

  “Absolutely not,” I say with a smile. I stroke her hair out of her face and take her frail wrinkled hand in mine, and she squeezes back every so gently. I sit down in the chair next to her bed, trying not to let myself get overcome with sadness. I’m overwhelmed, wishing more than anything we had more time. “I’m here to tell you I promise everything is going to be ok. I might not love Serafin the same way you do, but I promise you, I love him just as much. I won’t let anything bad happen to him.”

  Her fingers wrap around the engagement ring, and she brings it up to her face.

  “I’m glad this ended up on you,” she says. “Agnieszka was an incredible woman. She would’ve moved the earth for Serafin. He was the sunshine of her life. When he was in the hospital, it literally killed her. She died before he even got out.”

  “That’s so sad,” I say. Sad for her, and sad for Serafin, too. So much suffering in his life came from that night. There were moments in the years following that I felt so sad, I thought I wanted to die, too. “I’m sure it was hard on all of you. I couldn’t imagine seeing my child like that. I feel so horrible you had to go through that, Mrs. Mazur.”

  “It wasn’t supposed to be like that,” she whispers. “They weren’t supposed to maim him permanently. They were only supposed to bruise him up a little bit, make it look worse than it actually was. That’s what his father promised me.”

  “Are you okay?” I ask. She’s talking so fast, her eyes wild, and the monitor next to her starts beeping wildly. Her fingers dig into my hand like little claws. “Do you need me to call a nurse?”

  “You need to hear this, Mia. You need to tell him this. I was too afraid to tell him myself. I was too weak.”

  “You’re not weak!” I look around the room for a button or something I can push to get a nurse in here. She won’t let go of my hand, and I’m afraid to stand up. I’m really not sure what she wants me to say, but if what she’s saying is true, Serafin is going to be devastated.

  It can’t be true.

  She’s probably just pumped so full of pain pills she’s hallucinating. Maybe this is what happens to your brain right before

  I don’t want to be alone with her anymore.

  “We let this happen to our son. Antoni organized it. It was the only way he could find an excuse to go to war with the Cammaranos. He needed blood. The Kings wouldn’t understand. He had to do something drastic. We had to send you away. You were the only witness. If you would’ve stuck around, the police would’ve questioned you, and everyone would’ve found out. It had to be done.”

  “Mrs. Mazur, I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.”

  “Just because you don’t want to believe something doesn’t mean it’s not true,” she hisses. “Just promise me one thing, Mia. Promise me you won’t pretend like everything’s alright when it’s not. I didn’t advocate for my baby when I should’ve, I just brushed things under the rug to save myself, promise me you won’t be like that, Mia.”

  Her breath is choppy and she looks so distressed. I’m trying not to freak out, because the more she talks, the more I believe her, and now she’s tasking me with this secret she’s carried her whole life. She’s trusting me to do the right thing with it. It’s her dying wish.

  “I promise,” I say. A single tear runs down her face. Her grip on my hand loosens, and she closes her eyes, her breathing going back to normal.

  I breathe a sigh of relief when Serafin appears in the doorway with a nurse. I run over to him, not even looking over my shoulder, and wrap my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest.

  22

  Serafin:

  They pronounced my mother dead at 7:45 that evening. Mia and I were in the cafeteria neither one of us actually eating our sandwiches. When we returned to her room, the nurse said she slipped away peacefully.

  Mia hasn’t said a word to me since she spoke with my mother, but she hasn’t left my
side, either. I hate that their first real conversation was their last, but there’s something that makes me think maybe knowing what kind of person Mia actually is was enough to give her the courage to slip away. Maybe she knew she didn’t have to fight so hard anymore.

  Mia makes everything easier.

  She’s waiting there with a towel for me when I get out of the shower. Her hair is tucked up in a ponytail and she has green goop all over her face, but I can see the sadness in her eyes.

  “How do I help you?” she asks, blanketing me in the towel. “Tell me what you need.”

  “This,” I say, as she wraps her arms around me. “Just you. There’s nothing we can do or say right now.”

  She nods and I kiss her softly on the lips. She takes me by the hand into the bedroom, peeling back the sheets for me. She curls up next to me, and I hug her tight, wrapping my arms and legs around her, tangling up in her, smelling her hair, feeling her skin, trying not to think about the weight of the world.

  I doze in and out of a light sleep, waking up every once in awhile to the random sound of my phone going off, everyone who’s ever met my family wanting to pay their respects.

  I turn my phone all the way off, not wanting to disturb Mia. She seems to be having as much luck falling asleep as I do, and every time I roll over she’s contorted herself in some new way, wrapping her legs around me or taking all the blankets and throwing them on the floor.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers as I get up to go to the bathroom. “I can go sleep in the other room.”

  “Absolutely not,” I say. “You relax. I’m gonna go get on the treadmill.” I pull a pair of running shorts out of the dresser and throw on a tank top.