Dangerous Stranger: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Piper Stone

  Yet I could see her eyes flashing a mixture of uncertainty as well as eagerness.

  I carefully removed my watch, placing it gingerly on the dresser as I studied her, indulging in those very intense fantasies she’d accused me of. My weapon was next, making certain the safety remained on before easing it beside the Rolex. Everything had a certain place, an order that needed to be maintained.

  Which is exactly what I wanted Savannah to understand.

  After staring at the gun, her eyes darted all the way to the floor, her nostrils flaring from her defiance. While I did enjoy her rebellious nature, my patience was running thin, my cock begging for relief.

  “As I told you once before, if I have to ask you twice for anything, your punishment will be much worse.” The taste of her sweet mouth lingered in mine, the scent of her covering every inch of my body. My muscles were already tense from anticipation of being inside of her, stripping away at the vulnerability I sensed within her.

  “And as I told you, I don’t deserve punishment.” She took a decided step backwards, a coy smile crossing her face.

  Exhaling, I reached inside one of the drawers, removing a section of coiled rope that I’d had no intention of using in this manner. The entire drawer was full of items I used often when requiring interrogation of an enemy. The fact they hadn’t been used in months weighed on my mind. Perhaps I’d gotten too soft, allowing the door to open with the Los Charlines clan. Perhaps the great honor I’d cherished my entire life had been the very reason the pigs were feasting on our turf.

  Even Dartanian had warned me of what he called my generous ways, my own brother preferring the old methods of brutal discipline. However, leaving collateral damage along with bodies and streams of blood had its share of concerns. “Be careful what you wish for, Savannah.”

  I wasted no time taking two long strides, ripping away at her dress, the sound filtering into the room.

  “Oh!” she moaned, gasping for air, her eyes wide open.

  I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, tugging her forward.

  She surprised me once again as she fisted my shirt with both hands, using enough strength to tear apart the seams. Growling, I wrapped a single finger around the thin lace of her bright crimson thong, snapping my wrist. The delicate material tore away easily, leaving her struggling to take even breaths.

  The moans slipping past her lips were sweet music and once again I fisted her hair, pushing her down onto the bed, straddling her as I yanked her arms over her head.

  “Damn you!” she hissed, wiggling her hips as she struggled to get out of my hold.

  I leaned over, savoring the way she ground her sweet pussy against me, the scent of her arousal even more intoxicating than before. “You are one bad girl.” I managed to snag both of her wrists in one hand, still holding her in place as I unfastened my belt.

  Her eyes fell to the action, her mouth twisting in frustration. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “I wouldn’t? You threw a damn good punch as well as disrespecting me. I think that’s excellent reason for you to receive a spanking.”

  “But... I...” She narrowed her eyes, twisting and jerking her body.

  Finally releasing the buckle, I tugged on the strap as she continued to buck against me, her strong legs managing to push me just enough she was able to kick me hard in the chest. Shocked, I kept hold of her wrists as I climbed off the bed, yanking her further up closer to the headboard. Within seconds, I’d wound the rope around both wrists in such a manner she could struggle all she wanted but couldn’t get away.

  The shock on her face forced a grin crossing mine. She kicked out as I proceeded to tie the other end around the thick wooden slats of the headboard.

  “What? I mean...”

  “When you disobey, you are punished. When you refuse orders, you are chained. And I assure you, you won’t be getting away.” When I was satisfied the rope would hold, I jerked her over onto her stomach, ripping at one of the pillows then sliding it under her tummy.

  “You are horrible,” she snapped, fighting the bindings with everything she had.

  “Horrible is such an exaggerated word, sweet Savannah. However, I am demanding in all things, including obedience. I thought you understood by now. My requirements are simple, my needs insatiable, but I know you are a woman who can handle both.” I eased the hair from her face, rubbing my thumb across her mouth. “I long to give you pleasure, not merely pain, the ecstasy I mentioned.”

  Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes briefly as goosebumps popping along every inch of her skin. “There’s no such thing.”

  “You must trust me.”

  She bit back a series of sounds, her body tensing when I dragged my hand down the back of her neck. She was still afraid of me. Hell, she had every right to be, every reason that she should be.

  I rubbed my fingers down her spine, my entire body tingling. I adored her creamy skin, the way her long hair fell almost to her waist. As I explored her curves, allowing my fingertips to slide down the crack of her ass, very slowly moving along the inside of her thigh, my heart continued to race. Hearing the sound of my phone only managed to piss me off. There were only two reasons for anyone disturbing me at this point.

  A death in the family.

  An attack on our turf.

  Ignoring the interruption, I sucked in my breath, continuing to explore her body, brushing the back of my hand along the inside of her other leg.

  She quivered visibly, stretching until she could arch her back. Every move she made drove me to a savage state. When my hand crawled up further, she opened her legs, allowing me the first sight of her beautiful pink pussy glistening from her arousal.

  “You’re wet for me,” I stated in a demanding way.

  “No,” she huffed.

  I slipped the tip of my pinky across her swollen folds only once. Her reaction was instantaneous, her body bucking, a whimper breaking free. “Let’s try that again. Are you wet for me?”

  “No.”

  The hard crack I issued on her bottom dragged a snarl from her sweet lips, another hard jerk of the rope. The creaking sound as she twisted the tightly woven strands gave me a smile. She was a little hellion, a bucking bronco.

  I smacked her bottom several times, moving from one side to the other, enjoying the almost immediate blush that bloomed on her skin. Even my palm tingled from the force used, creating a wave of sensations crawling all throughout my body.

  She took several deep breaths before burying her face into the comforter, her back rising and falling.

  “Disobedience has immediate consequences,” I explained, caressing her bottom.

  Instead of acquiescing, acknowledging my dominance, she kicked out, trying her best to plant her foot into my chest. I rapidly brought my hand down again several times until she whimpered.

  I leaned over, planting my palms on either side of her, blowing a swath of hot air across her shoulders. I whispered in a dark and dangerous manner, allowing the words to linger. “Punishment is vital. That much I can see. I will only ask you one. Last. Time. Are. You. Wet. For. Me?”

  She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, fighting her attraction even as her body continued to betray her. “Yes. Yes!”

  “Mmmm... Much better.” I used the same pinky, dipping it inside three distinct times.

  “Oh, yes.” When I pulled my hand away, she snapped her head, her eyes imploring.

  “I think you’ve had enough. Until you learn.” I took a step away from her, sliding my finger into my mouth, savoring the flavor as it burst over my tongue.

  The sound of the phone not only riled but infuriated me, but this time, I couldn’t ignore the business. Not for any reason.

  “I will give you time to reflect, sweet Savannah. When I return, you’re getting that spanking.” I left the room, closing the door behind me, another round of adrenaline piping into my bloodstream as I glared at the screen. Dartanian. “This had better be good.”

  “Two of o
ur boats were tanked. We lost four men and hundreds of pounds of content,” Dartanian said without emotion.

  “Retaliation.”

  “No doubt. I’ve sent additional soldiers to clean up. Do you want me to place an order? You should be here, brother. This is your place, not on some hunt that may or may not come to fruition.”

  An order. My brother was keen on assassinating anyone in Calleja’s organization. “There’s too much at stake and this hunt was our father’s idea. I suggest you not forget that.” Fuck. My thoughts drifted to Savannah; her long luscious legs and the taste of her pussy. I rubbed my finger across my lips, my cock twitching all over again. I moved toward the kitchen, rubbing my eyes before yanking a bottle of scotch from the counter.

  He exhaled, grumbling under his breath. He and I would forever be at odds for the way our business was handled, but he had no choice but to abide by my decisions the same as he did our father’s. The hierarchy was by birthright. “And what if they attack again?”

  “They won’t. It was merely to force our energy into handling the situation instead of hunting for the source.”

  “And what if both you and Father are wrong in your assumptions?”

  “We’re not. Calleja is close. I can feel him crawling on my insides.”

  “Let’s hope you’re right, brother. If not, we will ripe for a takeover.” Dartanian snarled after issuing the warning.

  “That’s not going to happen,” I snapped.

  “Tell me. What does it tell you that almost every enforcer within our organization is starting to have doubts about your leadership?”

  “What the fuck are you trying to tell me, that you’re the man for the job when our father retires?”

  “I’m not suggesting that, Rafael.”

  “That what the hell are you suggesting and be very succinct in your answer because I’m not in the mood for bullshit.”

  He exhaled, the sound gravelly. My brother had always challenged me, his thoughts on how to run the family mafia chiding every direction I attempted to take. My father had begun turning over the organization to Javier’s capable hands over five years before in preparation of his retirement. I’d inherited the nod after my brother’s death. At this point, I refused to have my own brother continue antagonizing me.

  “No one in the organization or any other Mafioso family ever questioned Sanchez Santiago. Do you know why?” he asked, laughing when I didn’t answer. “He terrified them. He made certain every man who worked for him as well as our enemies knew exactly what would happen if he was crossed. And he handled every situation himself. You rarely bother, refusing to get your hands dirty. Maybe it’s time you become the savage man I know you can be.”

  I wasn’t shocked he’d bring this up now. He didn’t think I’d go through with killing Calleja in order to send a direct message. I tamped back my anger, taking a deep breath. “I assure you, Dartanian, Alviro Calleja will die by my hands and on that day, we will decide on the second message to send to the Los Charlines, one that will make certain they never attempt to cross us again.”

  I ended the call, grabbing a glass from the cabinet as I tossed the phone onto the counter. Then I slammed my fist down several times, biting back a bellow. My brother was right. I’d gone soft over the last few years, pretending that everything was running smoothly while the entire organization was ripe for a fucking takeover. What the hell was my goddamn problem? Here I was toying with some... American girl instead of searching the streets.

  “Fuck.” I poured a hefty amount of liquor, tossing it back and waiting for the relief in my mind if nothing else.

  Somehow, I knew it would never come.

  I had a bad feeling all the way around that another attack was imminent, only next time, I knew it would be more personal. However, I meant every word I’d said to my brother. The fucker would die by my hands and I would enjoy every minute of snapping his neck.

  Chapter Seven

  Savannah

  Disturbed.

  Terrified.

  The single deep and husky roar cut through the quiet, drawing a single moan from my lips. When I heard a thudding sound afterwards, I struggled with the bindings. What the hell was going on? Suddenly, everything went silent once again. Exhaling, I twisted my head, attempting to study the room in the dim lighting.

  I should feel nothing but paralyzing fear about being with Rafael, but instead, my entire mind was alive, my body electrified. I could still feel the sting of his hand, the warmth on both ass cheeks. I shifted back and forth, struggling with the bindings. As I swept my gaze toward the headboard, I could tell the man knew one hell of a lot about ropes, the tie something I’d seen on ships.

  Or yachts.

  The house itself allowed me to realize that man was loaded, the sweeping driveway lined with luscious foliage leading to a massive house on the beach. Let alone the gorgeous sports car. He was a fool if he thought I’d buy for a second that he was just a musician. I knew guns well enough to know the one he carried wasn’t for protection only.

  I could envision him as a trained killer, a man hired to assassinate whatever enemy was noted. That would make much more sense why he’d have such a jagged scar. The dichotomy of his sophistication, a genuine love of artisan music and other areas of elegance was in direct contrast with my concern that he was some kind of hitman. Shivering, I flexed my hands, realizing the rope was only tightening. Why had I allowed myself to go away with him? What in God’s name had possessed me to do something so irresponsible?

  The fact he mentioned he’d saved my life from that fucking animal? How could he know what had happened if he hadn’t been there? Oh, God. What if he was connected to the asshole thug from the street? I struggled once again, a moment of panic settling in even as the little voice inside my head tried to calm me with rational thoughts.

  Then why take you to a beautiful house at the beach? Why not dump you off somewhere horrible?

  The thoughts were ones that made sense, but I honestly had no answer as to what his motives truly were. What I did know was that my instincts were usually never wrong, but in this case, I’d allowed my desire for a mysterious stranger to take over my rational mind.

  And I might pay for my impetuous decision with my life. I took several deep breaths, trying to listen to any additional sounds coming from within the house. There were no voices of other people, men prepared to take me away. There was no disturbance, only the sound of the rough surf slamming against the shoreline.

  I could tell the phone call had triggered something within him, an anger level I hadn’t seen before. The howl he’d given meant I was right. Then there was the way he’d scanned the parking garage as well as watching for cars in the rearview mirror, which told me he was concerned about being followed. Or found. Perhaps he was a criminal on the loose.

  I buried my head into the comforter, struggling to calm my nerves even as a rush of desire kept me on edge. My God. What the hell was I doing? My entire body was chilled from being soaked in the rain, my hair clinging to my face and neck. I was a complete mess. The thought gave me a needed laugh, even though it was laced with nervousness.

  The sound of the door made my body stiffen, my heart racing. As he approached, I struggled to glance in his direction. He was even more gorgeous in the dim lighting of the room, his rain-soaked shirt clinging to his perfectly carved chest muscles. Even the way the jeans hugged his thick thighs and chiseled hips was utter perfection. Let alone the way his cock had felt in my hand, pulsing in a perfect rhythm.

  Oh, God.

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  Rafael walked closer until I could see him, his stunning blue eyes twinkling even in the limited lighting. He jerked off his shirt, tossing it across the room then proceeding to continue tugging the thick leather strap from the loops.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off the action, my breathing even more ragged than before. He was really going to spank me with a belt. I was shocked not only from the thought but the realization
that my pussy was extremely wet, trickles of juice sliding onto the bedding. Even my nipples ached, scraping against the dense material. I was utterly humiliated my body was having this kind of reaction, guilt and shame settling in. I’d broken every single rule I’d set for myself, even reconfirming them after the near attack.

  One sexy smile, a wistful look of delicious intense blue eyes, and a dominating invitation had shoved away my inhibitions and every safety mechanism.

  He remained quiet until the belt was fully in his hands, his fingers rubbing over the dense grain. My throat tightened, my pulse quickening, and I fought the excitement surging through me. This was insane. This was ridiculous. I couldn’t want this on any level. I’d never been spanked before by anyone. Not even... the asshole. My breathing constricted even more as I pushed aside the ugly memories.

  Rafael moved to within a few inches, peering down at me with lust in his eyes. The moment he slid the end of the strap down my spine, I let out a ragged wail, twisting my body back and forth. There was no getting away from him, no chance I could run.

  I was his captive.

  His prisoner.

  I belonged to him. Isn’t that what he’d told me? He owned me for the night. I shut my eyes as he tapped my bottom with the belt, sliding the thick material up and down the back of my thigh.

  “Are you going to be obedient?” he asked, his voice even huskier than before.

  “Maybe. I mean yes. Sir.” Respect. The man actually wanted respect when I didn’t know a goddamn thing about him.

  Except that he was a killer.

  I swallowed several times, trying to rid my mind of the wretched thought.

  “I would so enjoy training you, helping you realize how amazing submitting to a dominant man can be.”

  I tried not to listen to his words, to the way he said them, but they were inviting, luring me into a life that I knew nothing about. I couldn’t surrender to anyone. Ever. Not now. Not...