Five Mafia Captors’ Virgin: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Casey, Nicole

  “How can I help you?” I asked, keeping a safe space between us.

  She crossed her arms and the pout that found her face magnified her appeal. “I’m just wondering if the King of the Castle has given my release orders yet?”

  I smirked at the bite in her voice. “Not that I know of, but knowing Mr. Marcello, I wouldn’t hold your breath.”

  Sadie uncrossed her arms and cocked her head, her eyes suddenly turning minx-like. “Well, maybe there’s something we can work out? If you let me go, I’ll do anything?”

  My gut responded for me. “Anything?” I imagined pushing her down to her knees and introducing her to my cock.

  She nodded, pinching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Anything.”

  My skin sizzled. I wanted to take her up on the offer. She had her waist cocked to the side, giving me a tempting view of her apple-bottom ass. I knew from her demeanor that no one had ever fucked her there before. I believed her when she said she would do anything, and I could have my dick hiked up her ass, with a fist of her hair in my hand within ten minutes.

  I took a step towards her and my blood started to boil with excitement. She straightened her body, but stayed standing firmly in place. All it would take would be for me to tell her what to do and she’d do it, and I would make her love it. As I got closer to her, however, a sphere of influence wafted out from her and stopped me in place. A ghostly visage of Dante was standing defensively in front of Sadie and suddenly I could all but feel my brains be scattered on the wall behind me. What was I thinking? I couldn’t touch what Dante had already claimed.

  “I’m flattered,” I replied, “but I wouldn’t dare tempt fate by touching Mr. Marcello’s property.”

  Sadie righted her body in an instant, rage splashing against her face. “I’m not his property, and both of you can go to hell.”

  “Sounds like it’s going well.” I looked over my shoulder and Kane had returned, with a bag in his hands.

  “You were right,” I responded, turning back to face Sadie. “She’s a blast.”

  Kane entered the room and handed the bag he was holding to Sadie. It was solid black with white print on the bottom of the bag that said ‘Estee Lauder.’ Sadie didn’t take it. She stared at Kane through a half-lidded gaze, and Kane eventually just dropped the bag on the floor.

  “Mr. Marcello wants you to join him for breakfast,” Kane explained.

  “Tell him he can go fuck himself,” Sadie spat back and I couldn’t help but chuckle in response.

  Kane gave her a curt grin too. “Let me rephrase. Mr. Marcello demands that you join him for breakfast.” He pointed to the bag. “And he demands that you wear this.”

  Sadie reached down, grabbed the bag, and tipped it upside down. A few pieces of white tissue paper sprinkled down before a pile of folded clothes slumped to the ground. Even in a heap on the floor, it was clear they were expensive. A pair of light blue jeans, a peach-colored silk top, and what appeared to be a matching set of navy blue, lace underwear; the bra would be visible through the sheer shirt. Very Dante.

  Sadie looked the garments over, and I braced myself for a verbal assault. She looked up, her chocolate brown eyes settling on Kane and I with a calmness that was borderline horrifying given her previous behavior. “Fine,” she said.

  Kane and I both leaned forward. “What?” Kane said, the hike in his voice matching my own shock.

  Sadie reached down and pulled the clothes up into her arms. “I said, ‘fine.’ I’ll be at breakfast, and I’ll be dressed.”

  Sadie

  I looked over the clothes with piqued curiosity. Sure, the man everyone kept referring to as “Mr. Marcello” was nothing more than a high-class thug, but he knew his way around a rack of clothes. I’d spent more than my fair share of time with the industry’s top designers ever since I was a young model, and I’d be hard-pressed to see what I held currently at even the most high-profile shows I’d ever walked in. Without even trying the clothes on, I could tell they’re going to fit like a glove. They weren’t the size I was forced to squeeze into for runways, they were my exact preferences. A man that could look at a woman and tell instantly what her size was did spark a certain interest within me, but I shook it away. I wasn’t about to let myself get swept up in the glamour of, who was ultimately, my kidnapper.

  As much as I didn’t want to use any of what had been provided to me, the suite I was in did have a huge, gorgeous en suite bathroom. I stepped into it and did have to take a moment to marvel at its beauty. It had pristine marble countertops and clean white tile floors, with a large, open glass shower and a waterfall head. After the night I’d had, I was more than pleased to peel off my clothes, trying not to think about the very real possibility that there was a camera hidden somewhere, and climbed in. I ran particularly hot water and washed away the stress and fear of the situation I was in.

  My mind traveled to somewhere else as I stood washing my body. It started out with thoughts about my home, my job, and my family, but just like he had in my actual life, Dante intruded my thoughts and pushed everything else out. I hated to admit that he was undeniably attractive. It wasn’t just his adonis-esque looks, there was something about his personality that was delectable as well. He was reserved, but strength emanated from him. Who was he? Where did he come from? Had he ever gone to such lengths to take a woman before? I thought about his guards as well. They all seemed to follow him without hesitation. What sort of power did he have to make such strong, domineering men listen to him like a puppet master pulling strings?

  I had never given myself to another, and when I thought of letting Dante have any part of me, I was concerned with the way my body heated up; concerned with how I had to fight the urge to slip my hand between my legs and tease myself at the thought.

  “I’ve been in here too long,” I murmured to myself. It had to be the heat of the water that was disrupted by my thoughts. I knocked the water to something colder, and let it simmer down my body before finally turning the water off.

  As I left the shower, I noticed what my eyes had missed before. The countertop next to the sink was fully stocked with an array of expensive makeup and hair products. I may have been kidnapped, but I was still a model. I got to work giving myself a fresh, not-too-heavy face of makeup and styling my hair in a simple updo. When I was satisfied enough with my appearance, I walked out of the bathroom, and dressed myself in the clothes that had been provided. I gave myself a final glance over to the door, and knocked. The second of the guards who was keeping watch over me opened the door, and I walked out without saying a word.

  He led me back through the halls of the expansive home, and down to my captor’s private suite, where there was an elaborate array of food set out on a table, and Mr. Marcello sat at the head like a proper spoiled king.

  “Welcome,” he greeted me. “You look lovely.”

  I didn’t respond. As I entered the room, he stood up from his chair, pulled mine out and waited with a sly smile. I settled into the chair as he pushed it up to the table, and then he returned to his seat and started to load the plate in front of him with food. I silently swore at my stomach for growling in the face of the variety of meats, fruits, and pastries in front of me, and instead sat without eating anything.

  “Dante,” the thug said gruffly as he loaded some bacon onto his plate. “My name is Dante.” I remained tight-lipped. My attention had moved from the glorious table of food, to the way the sun flooded in through the window behind Dante and cast a golden halo around his dark, swept-back hair and square jaw. He looked like a Greek god. It was distracting and annoying. “You don’t want to eat?” Dante asked.

  I shook my head and refocused myself, crossing my arms and throwing on my best indifferent expression. “I do, but I’m not dumb enough to eat anything you give me.”

  The corner of Dante’s lips tipped up in amusement. “Do I honestly look like the kind of guy who would drug a woman to get what I want?”

  “You look like the kind
of guy who would kidnap a woman to get what he wants, how far could drugging be from that?” I spat back, only earning myself a curt chuckle from Dante. “What do you want?” I asked finally.

  Dante shrugged. “I would think it’s pretty obvious. Since I first saw you on the runway in that fashion show, all I could think about was stripping those designer clothes off of you. I want you in my bed. I want to do things to you in my bed. I want you to do things to me.”

  I scoffed. “Don’t hold your breath. Even if I wasn’t a virgin, I wouldn’t sleep with a man who thinks he can literally take what he wants. If you want yourself a whore, there’s a whole district where you can buy one. I will never be yours.”

  Dante’s small smirk grew into a full grin. “For an intelligent woman, that wasn’t a very smart thing to say. Do you not realize that saying you’re untouched makes me want you more?”

  “I don’t care,” I hissed back. “You need to let me go.”

  Dante folded his hands together. “No I don’t.” He tilted his head to the side. “If you’re so concerned about drugs, tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll send someone to go and get it for you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t trust your men any more than I would trust you. I’ll agree if you let me go and get it.”

  Dante sat staring at me with intrigue for a while. Finally, he popped a piece of fruit into his mouth with another absent shrug. “Fine. What will you go get?”

  I was slightly shocked. I didn’t expect him to agree. Did he honestly expect me to just go out and come back willingly. “Really?”

  He nodded. “Of course. If that’s what you wish.”

  I sat back in my chair, the confusion probably clear on my face. “O-okay. Well, then I want a Big Mac, a fried apple pie, and a strawberry shake.”

  Dante’s eyes widened, and his face even read a bit of disgust. “Seriously? Why would you want to eat that junk?”

  I glared at Dante, not a fan of his judgment. “I have to starve myself most of the time. Occasionally, I get cravings for my pre-model days’ meals, back when I was in college.”

  Dante watched me carefully, his golden eyes reading me. He placed a hand to his lips and blew out a whistle. The door to his suite opened and the guard who’d previously been watching me stepped in. “Sir?”

  “Please take Miss Sadie to the nearest McDonalds for a Big Mac, apple pie, and strawberry shake,” Dante said.

  The body guard’s eyes widened and eyebrows raised. “Take her with me? Are you sure?”

  Dante’s lips curved into a mischievous smile as he stared at me. “Positive.”

  Dante

  I was perfectly okay to let Sadie make her best escape attempt, if for no reason other than to help her realize just how much power I truly had. I knew she believed if she could get out of the house, she could run, but I have every bit of faith in Brix. I had zero concerns she would get away. Thinking of the horrendous food she claimed to want to put in her body made me sick. I wondered briefly if what she said was accurate, about occasionally eating the food of her college days? Sounded terrible to me. I continued to munch on the spread in front of me to put the greasy thoughts out of my mind and waited for the inevitable hellstorm that was certain to return shortly.

  * * *

  An impressive couple of hours had passed when there was a knock at my door. “Come in,” I replied.

  The door pushed aside and Brix walked in, with a writhing, sneering Sadie tossed over his shoulder. Her arms and legs were bound, and there was even a gag stuffed in her mouth, no doubt the result of dual set of teeth marks now turning bright red on Brix’s hand. The guard himself didn’t seem angry or frustrated though, exactly as I had trained him. He had a smile on his face and held on with ease as Sadie wiggled her body against his single arm pinning her against him. Watching her struggle in his embrace was enough on its own to get me going. My mind traveled to the litany of other situations we could find ourselves in. Those fantasies would have to wait, at least until she wasn’t biting as much.

  I laughed as I stood up. “Welcome back. Feisty little thing, isn’t she?”

  Brix chuckled. “You don’t know the half of it.”

  I pointed over to my bed. “Tie her there.”

  Brix brought Sadie over to the bed and set her down with a gentleness I would expect from him. I would have just dropped her. He took some of the spare rope he had in his pocket and used it to tie a spare couple of loops around Sadie’s already bound wrists and then tied her to the railing of my extravagant four-poster bed. He turned with a sigh and laughed.

  “She’s not dumb by any stretch,” Brix explained. “Sold me some story about how she thought she saw her nephew in the children’s play area and asked if she could go say hi. Promised she would be good if I did. I didn’t see any way out, so I figured it would be okay. She ran in, pulled the fire alarm, and tried to break out one of the windows in the chaos.”

  I nodded my head. “Creative. Pulled on your heartstrings.”

  Brix nodded. “And then the fire alarm.”

  I smiled at Sadie. “A good fire alarm trick is always a good one to have in your back pocket.”

  As Brix and I laughed about it, Kane entered the room with the bag of food and the shake Sadie had originally requested. It was just like my men to actually get her the food, even if she didn’t truly want it, though the verdict on if she did or not was still out. Kane, too, had an amused grin on his face as he set the food down on the table.

  “Did you tell him what she did?” Kane asked.

  Brix nodded. “Of course.”

  “She looked like a chick in an action movie. Just wandered into the playroom all calm and normal and then all of a sudden, boom!” Kane clapped his hands. “Sprang into action, pulled the fire alarm, and then grabbed a chair and started trying to bash out a window. Thank god it was actually plastic, and not glass.”

  I laughed more at how amused Kane and Brix were. She was going to give us a run for our money, that was clear. “Well, thanks for staying on your toes gentlemen. You can go for now.”

  “Yes, sir,” they replied in unison. They didn’t wait a single moment more; they turned and left immediately.

  I turned my gaze to Sadie who was glaring at me like she was hoping my head would pop off. I walked over to her and shook my head. “You caused quite a fuss, didn’t you?” She flailed her legs, hoping to kick me, but they were still bound, so they didn’t move the way she wanted them to. I grabbed the gag and pulled it from her mouth. “I hope that you realize now that there’s no way out. Unless you obey and bow to me, this will be your fate.”

  Sadie’s brows hunched in anger and then she pulled back and spit into my face. In any other situation, it would have pissed me off, but her fight was just plain sexy. I used the sleeve to my shirt to wipe the spit away, and then to my shock, I found myself placing my lips against Sadie’s. My body made the decision more than my brain did. Sadie struggled against my hold, and I could feel myself getting aroused. I let my cock settle against her waist and slowly, but surely, Sadie’s fight faded away, until we were simply locked in a passionate kiss. Her breath hitched, and when I pushed my tongue against her lips, she parted them and let me in. She let a gentle moan escape her lips and if the way she bucked her hips towards me was any indicator, I wasn’t the only one getting turned on.

  Brix

  As I bandaged my bite wound from Sadie, I couldn’t get her off my mind. She was gorgeous, especially all done up in the clothes Dante had bought for her. Her quick remarks told me she was intelligent, and she’d shown no shortage of the fight and determination she had in her body. She was just plain sexy, and god damn it if Dante wasn’t a lucky son-of-a-bitch for sinking his teeth into her early. Once she gave in, she was going to look good on the boss’ arm, but I couldn’t stop myself from imagining myself with her instead.

  In the past, when Dante had taken in a particular ‘special friend,’ it fell to myself, Kane, Apollo, and Asher to look after her w
hen he was gone; all inclusive. We were responsible for entertaining her, taking her shopping, take her to any events she wanted to attend, and when the night was done, one of us was responsible for servicing her, and be serviced by her. We’d each benefitted from the women Dante kept company with in the past, but I was certain Sadie was not to share. The boss was really into Sadie, and I couldn’t blame him. I would love to take her for a ride.

  “Hey.” I looked up and Kane was standing in the doorway. “You good?”

  I was so dazed out while bandaging my hand, Kane must have believed it was related to the bite. I held my, now bandaged, hand up. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. That cat is nothing for me.”

  “Did you get the call?” Kane asked.

  I hunched my brows and grabbed my phone from the nearby table. Damn. In my haze, I’d missed a call from Dante. “What’s up?” I asked.

  “Apparently, we gotta take care of Pascal,” Kane replied.

  I scoffed. Pascal was a smarmy lech that Dante used as an enforcer for the branch of his business in Vegas. I didn’t trust him as far as I could throw him, which wasn’t far because he was shaped like a weeble wobble. “What’d he do?”

  “Cops are hot on his trail, and word on the street is he’s gonna trade some info for a shorter sentence,” Kane explained.

  That was a high risk in our business. Everyone swore their allegiance was with Dante and the business until they were staring down the barrel of time in prison, then suddenly we were drowning in snitches. “Dante wants in on this one I assume, then?”

  Kane nodded. “Obviously. We’ll get to do the fun stuff, and then Dante will finish him off.”