Prey: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Piper Stone

  Their chemistry was off the chain, electricity shooting through both of them.

  He swept his tongue inside, tasting her, devouring her mouth. Even as she struggled, pressing her palm against his chest, he knew she craved much more. Everything about her body language screamed utter desire, the kind that would set the world on fire. He was more alive than he’d ever been, his cock screaming for relief.

  She moaned into the kiss, undulating in his lap to the point he could no longer focus or think of anything outside of taking her. The barbarian in him had risen to the surface, threatening to take over what little humanity he had left. She should be his enemy.

  Instead, she was the ultimate prize.

  He gathered her into his arms as he stood, moving slowly toward the bed. He might regret his actions in the morning, but for tonight, she belonged to him. As he eased her down, the passionate embrace continued, their tongues thrashing together, her moans turning into purrs as she clung to him.

  Breaking the kiss, he nipped her lower lip, growling in a savage manner. There was no need for discussion, only their respective carnal needs that required fulfilling. He licked around her mouth then down to her neck, darting his tongue in swirling motions as she tilted her head toward the bed. Inching further down, he licked around her nipple then peppered her skin with kisses as he returned to her neck, issuing a guttural sound. As he unfastened the buttons on his shirt with a single hand, he whispered into her ear, just to make certain she was well aware the deal had yet to be finished.

  “You’re mine, all mine, sweetheart. Take a deep breath because the beast is about to claim you.” Easing back, he gazed down at her, the electricity shooting through him igniting embers embedded in every muscle and cell. He was well aware she’d lied about her name, but at this point, who the hell cared? She would never learn his real name either. This wasn’t about romance, simply raw and unadulterated sex.

  Ashley eased onto her hands, lifting and spreading her legs wide open as she lifted a single eyebrow. Her gaze full of amusement, she gave him a heated once-over. “I’m not your sweetheart. And what makes you think I’ll comply that easily?” She blew him a kiss as she tossed her head from side to side.

  Wrath tossed his shirt before kicking off his shoes then tapping his finger against his belt. “Because you’re a born and bred submissive, just waiting for the right man to come along and claim you. Plus, it’s obvious you have a penchant for danger.” Chuckling, he could see the wheels of her mind turning, trying to find the correct retort.

  “I do adore a dangerous man, but I usually prefer kicking his ass.”

  Such a little minx. He allowed his French accent to flow in a soft-spoken, seductive manner. All the years of education and intense training had given him options, including the use of eight different languages. French seemed to suit her. He was more than curious to garner a look into her small purse but had the distinct feeling that she was hiding everything about her identity. Maybe she was really just a high dollar card shark, employed by some rich socialite who craved the thrill of risk.

  Funny how his instinct told him otherwise.

  Ashley wasn’t the kind of woman who followed orders, at least in her profession. The rest was a matter of allowing the fragrant blossom to open naturally. Maybe they would even meet again. His blood pressure increased at the thought.

  He gave her a commanding look, enjoying the slight blush and the flicker of her stunning long lashes. “Besides, you still have another round of punishment owed. I suggest you be a good little girl.”

  In a flash she was off the bed, pressing her palms against his naked chest and pushing with just enough pressure he was forced to take a step backwards. “A good girl, huh? You obviously have no idea who I am. I’m very good at being very bad.”

  Fisting her hair, he used enough pressure she hissed. “While I might not know everything about you yet, I can see right through to your soul, all the sinful little cravings that keep you awake at night.” He swatted her on the ass twice before giving her a daring look.

  “Don’t tempt me to show you who’s boss,” she purred, her fingers digging into his chest. “I could hurt you badly.”

  “Oh, really? Give it your best shot.” The challenge was almost too tasty.

  “Mmm...” She inhaled, holding her breath for a few seconds as she narrowed her eyes. When she blew out, she allowed her hot breath to cascade across his face and neck, moving ever so slowly to his chest. After issuing a slight growl of her own, she mouthed his skin, darting her tongue in zigzags.

  The instant her wet tongue sliced across his chest, he closed his eyes, a series of nasty visions enveloping his mind. She had no idea who she was fucking with.

  She dragged her open mouth to his nipple, swirling her tongue around and around before biting down.

  The pain was delicious, forcing his balls to swell. When she kneaded her fingers down his sides, he shuddered and resisted dragging her back to the bed. He certainly enjoyed the way she was trying to take control.

  Sliding her tongue across his chest to his other nipple, she took her time sucking. She slowly dropped to her knees, all the while licking down the length of his chest. “I think you’ve met your match.”

  How she’d managed to slip out of his grasp, he’d never know, but she was several yards away before he grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her backward and wrapping his arm around her neck. He’d killed more than one lowlife with this technique. She didn’t seem as surprised as he would have thought. The girl had several secrets. He was becoming more intrigued by the minute. Easing off the pressure, he licked along her jawbone. “Nice try.”

  “Bastard!”

  “You have no idea,” he whispered as he nuzzled into her neck, nipping at the base of her earlobe. He walked them both toward the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, staring at their combined reflections. “Imagine if every person on this street could see what we were doing. Would you like that?” When she hesitated, he slid his hand down to her breast, cupping and squeezing. “I think you would.”

  Her breathing skipped as she clenched her hand around his arm but made no move to get away.

  “I think you have a very dark side, one you’ve kept locked away for years. Do your friends know you’re such a naughty girl, stealing for a living? Do they have any idea that you enjoy fucking strangers?” Wrath could see the spark in her eyes. He’d managed to rip away a part of her covering, the thin mask she thought was oh-so solid. Now the question remained.

  Who was this woman and why was she lying to him?

  “And what about you? Do your friends know you enjoy dominating women?” she asked in a throaty voice.

  “I have no friends.” He made certain his laugh was laced with a dark seduction as he pinched her nipple in a harsh manner. “Imagine what I could do to you with enough time.”

  “You couldn’t handle me.” Her words were said through gritted teeth, but her eyes gave her away. She craved pain almost as much as pure bliss.

  “You don’t know me very well,” he snarked, biting down on her earlobe once again. Releasing her, he took several steps backward, waiting to see how she’d react.

  Ashley purred and placed one hand on the glass as she slid the tips of her fingers down her side then darted her head to give him a salacious look.

  “Come here,” he commanded, the sound guttural. He stood with his arms crossed, his gaze piercing the darkness.

  “Hmmm...” She swaggered toward him then dropped to her hands and knees, crawling like a kitty cat in larger than life motions.

  The woman was full of surprises, leaving his cock throbbing, aching to the point he had difficulty breathing. “Bad, bad kitty.”

  “Purr,” she mewled, exaggerating the word. When she reached him, she rubbed her face against his legs, moving back and forth from one to the other. After gliding her hands up and down, she moved to a crouched position, staring up at him. “Do I make you crazy? Do I drive you to the extremes of hunger?”

 
“You have no idea.”

  She tugged at his belt buckle, using more muscle than he would have anticipated. She was obviously as much in need as he was.

  Wrath was becoming more aroused by the minute, but the feisty woman had no idea who she was dealing with. Still, her playfulness was a distinct change to his everyday world, a welcome respite. As she fingered the leather, slowly pulling the belt through the loops, he wrapped his fingers around her hair, yanking until she was forced to look him in the eyes. “I can just imagine the lovely marks this would make all over your naked body.”

  She didn’t respond although her eyes were like wildfire, glistening in the neon-infused lights of the city. With another big cat-style purr, she ran the belt under her nose before sliding the end between her breasts. “You mean like here?”

  Releasing her hair, he reached down, plucking her nipple. “Very much like here.”

  “Or here?” She eased the strap between her legs, rubbing her pussy as she tilted her head back.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he mused, watching her intently as she gyrated her hips, every move provocative as hell. His heart rate increasing, he pulled the belt out of her hands, tossing it onto the couch. “No more playing or I will follow through with my promise.”

  “Mmmm... Which one is that? Turning me in to the appropriate authorities? Somehow, I think I can handle them. Every. Single. One.” Her nimble fingers took only seconds to unfasten and unzip his pants before yanking them past his hips. “And here I would have thought a man of your stature would have gone commando.”

  “Only on special occasions,” he murmured, allowing her to finish undressing him. He was unable to hold back another ragged moan when she rubbed her fingers up and down the insides of his thighs. His cock couldn’t be any harder or his balls any more anguished than they were right now. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to control himself, his needs increasing by the second.

  “And this isn’t special? It’s not often that you kidnap a woman. Well, maybe I’m wrong.” Ashley dragged her manicured nail down the underside of his shaft, her luscious lips hovering mere centimeters away.

  “I suggest you don’t continue teasing me or I’ll spank that pretty little pussy of yours.”

  “As I’ve told you very clearly, sir, I enjoy the rough stuff.”

  His cock twitched, his blood boiling. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  She wrapped her hand around his balls, gently squeezing as she darted her tongue back and forth across his sensitive slit.

  He cupped both sides of her head, watching the way she toyed with him. The woman certainly knew how to entice to the point of driving a man insane. “Suck me, sweetheart. I need that hot mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

  Squeezing her hand around his balls, she smiled when his legs trembled, finally sucking on just the tip. The feel of her hot mouth surrounding him added fuel to the fire and every muscle in his body strained. She pumped the base of his cock, twisting her hand back and forth as she sucked. The power of her jaw muscles was almost overwhelming, the friction mind-blowing.

  Wrath jutted his hips forward, forcing her to accept more of him. She did so without question, moving up and down on his shaft as she continued to squeeze his testicles. The pain mixing with the raw slice of bliss was too damn good. “That’s it. Take every inch of me.”

  Ashley didn’t fight him as he face fucked her, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He had to admit, he adored the slight gagging noises and the way her fingers moved to his inner thigh, massaging his skin. Damn, he wanted this woman.

  White-hot heat seared every nerve ending as she moved up and down, her tongue swirling. He wanted nothing more than to come in her mouth, but his other cravings would take precedence. Pushing her back, he grinned as he reached down, lifting her into the air. “Now, you’re going to do exactly as I say.” Once again, he shoved her onto the middle of the bed, wasting no time bending her knees all the way back. He wanted her completely vulnerable for him.

  “You’re a bully,” she mused, arching her back in an effort to get out of his hold.

  “Just wait and do not fight me.” Pressing her knees against the comforter, he dragged his tongue down between her breasts to her stomach as he knelt on the bed. “Good girls receive pleasure.” He repeated the move, savoring the taste of her skin.

  “Mmm...” Her lower lip quivered as she slowly fell against the bed.

  He gathered her legs in his arms, holding her down as she wiggled underneath him.

  “Exactly what are you going to do?” Ashley managed.

  He blew a wisp of air over her belly button, chuckling under his breath. “Anything I want.”

  She undulated her hips, as if trying to toss him off.

  “Careful or I’ll use those handcuffs again. Put your arms over your head and keep them there.” Wrath was tired of playing games, his patience having reached the breaking point. He swirled his tongue around her clit.

  Once.

  Twice.

  “Fuck!” she moaned, still not following orders.

  He smacked her pussy with two fingers. If he had all the time in the world, he’d make it his mission to command her submission. One night wasn’t going to be enough.

  “Ouch.” Ashley struggled, jerking up from the bed.

  “Follow my command or I’ll stop and leave you shackled to the bed.”

  Furrowing her brow, she slowly eased her arms over her head, clasping her fingers together.

  “Perhaps you can learn.” Inhaling as the sweet scent of her floated across his nose, he lowered his head, darting his tongue around her already swollen clit. There was nothing in the world he enjoyed more than feasting on a woman.

  Well, with the exception of fucking her, leaving her spent and sated.

  His heart rate increased as he licked and sucked, taking her tender tissue between his teeth. He knew exactly the right amount of pressure, the correct way to bring a woman close to an orgasm then pull back.

  And he planned on teasing the hell out of her.

  “Mmm...” She bit her lower lip and her eyes were closed, the expression on her face one of glorious pleasure.

  Wrath watched, enjoying her sultry actions as he dragged just the tip of his tongue all the way down, darting just inside her wet channel. He opened his mouth wide, pressing wet kisses on the inside of first one thigh then the other before burying his face in her wet heat. Then he settled in, sliding onto the comforter and concentrating on the glorious task in front of him.

  “Yes...” Her moans turned into whimpers as she tossed her head from side to side, her face glistening in the shadowed light.

  She was perhaps the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, the realization further fueling his savage needs. He continued licking as he eased one hand from underneath her, thrusting first one then two other fingers beside his tongue.

  “Oh... my...”

  The taste of her was sweeter than nectar. She was so hot and wet, her juice trickling against her skin.

  Panting, she finally relaxed, enough so her hand fluttered down to her chest.

  He growled and smacked her pussy several times. “Obey.”

  Her eyes flew wide open, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O.’ “Yes, sir.” While there was disdain in her tone she obeyed, shooting her arm over her head and clenching her fists.

  Thrusting four fingers inside, he issued a series of growls as her muscles clamped down around the invasion. He rubbed his thumb between the cleft in her ass cheeks, wiggling until he was able to reach her dark hole. “I’m going to take every hole.”

  “I...” Her body bucked the second he shoved his thumb into her asshole, every muscle tensing.

  He licked up and down, taking his time to savor every drop of her succulent cream and within minutes, he could tell she was close to coming.

  Ashley quivered, her back arching once again. There was no need to hold her legs in position. She was happy to do so without further command. He pressed one hand against h
er thigh, keeping her wide open as he studied her face, the subtle yet powerful changes in her expression. She was finally letting go, releasing the woman he’d only caught a glimpse of.

  Wrath removed his hand, spanking her bottom several times then tapping her pussy. “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you going to ask nicely?” He dragged his tongue all the way from her clit to the base of her pussy.

  “Please, may I come?”

  “Not bad.”

  Her toes curled as if there would be no way to hold back her orgasm. “Please, may I come, sir?”

  He plunged his fingers past her pussy lips, pumping in a savage manner. When he flexed them open, she jerked up from the bed with a resounding cry.

  One that could no doubt be heard from other suites.

  Refusing to let her go, he licked her like a wild animal, his fingers digging into her skin, the others flexed open and thrusting like a crazed barbarian. Within seconds, her toes curled, her back arched and the wail she issued was like the most beautiful concerto.

  “Fuck. Yes. Yes!” She came in wave after wave, her chest heaving.

  He was enthralled with how beautiful she was in her slice of ecstasy and he held her down, savoring every last drop.

  She dropped hard against the bed, taking gulping breaths. Her sexy smile was a dead giveaway of utter satisfaction. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and beckoned for him.

  “You seem to forget that you’re not in charge.”

  Shrugging, she moved to crawl off the bed.

  Wrath pinned her down, sweeping her arms over her head and capturing both wrists with a single hand.

  She wrapped her legs around his, squeezing. He was shocked at her strength as well as her tenacity, but he easily thrust his entire cock deep inside, stopping her antics.

  “Oh, God...” she moaned.

  He crushed his mouth over hers, sliding his tongue inside.

  Wiggling, she managed to shift her body, changing the angle then clamping down on his shaft.

  Stars floated in front of his eyes as the electricity soared, sizzling every blood cell in his body. The heat was combustible, shooting through both of them as he fucked her, keeping his rhythm slow and even. Their tongues thrashed back and forth, still another way she was trying to usurp his control.