Dangerous Stranger: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Piper Stone

  I swirled my tongue as I sucked, moving up and down on his shaft in a slow and easy manner. He was so large, the width filling my mouth, stretching my muscles. When the tip hit the back of my throat, I was forced to take shallow breaths.

  He held me in place, undulating his hips back and forth. “You’re going to suck me every day.”

  I trembled from the sound of his voice, my entire body blossoming with an intense wave of heat. When he took over, fucking my mouth in even strokes, I dropped my hands, still keeping my eyes locked onto him.

  “So beautiful, my Savannah,” he half whispered as he gripped both sides of my head, his eyes glassy and his jaw clenched. When he began to face fuck me in earnest, his actions rough, I allowed myself to be tossed into sweet nirvana. I could only concentrate on the way his muscles rippled from the brutal motions, every vein in his arms prominent. He was a masterpiece of a man, one God obviously took time to create.

  I was ready to suck him dry, to swallow every drop, but he seemed to have other things in mind. He pushed me away, chuckling in a dark and almost evil manner while he wiped his mouth, lifting a single eyebrow. “Now, we do things my way.” Without hesitation, he pulled me to my feet, pushing me against the railing, crowding his massive body close to mine.

  The feel of him pressed so tightly against me was exhilarating. The way he ground his hips back and forth, pressing his throbbing cock against my ass was just a reminder that he owned me. This time, the thought was captivating. I wanted to surrender, to share in the joys of succumbing to his every demand.

  Trust. Trust. Trust.

  Could I ever be so insane as to trust him? Or myself?

  You’re crazy. Out of your mind.

  Perhaps my little voice was right.

  He intertwined his fingers with mine and for what seemed like forever, we were as one, peering out at the rippling waves and the shimmer of sun cascading across the horizon. I’d never felt so comfortable in my own skin, a level of freedom that was both frightening and invigorating. He’d unlocked the chains that had kept me a terrified girl, loathing all aspects of domination and authority.

  He wasn’t like my stepfather even though I’d accused him of being exactly that.

  “Are you wearing your plug?” he asked in a throaty voice as he pressed his lips against the nape of my neck.

  I tensed, biting my inner cheek. I couldn’t have cared less about the damn plug, tossing it into the sink when I’d changed. “No.”

  Shifting his body weight, he brought his hand down against my bottom in two short smacks, both sending a burning feeling shooting down my legs. “No?” he asked, growling after the question.

  “No, sir.”

  He took a step away, bringing his hand down several times. The pain was instant, yet I continued to tingle all over. How could I tolerate being spanked like a bad little girl? A warm flush rose from my jaw to my cheeks as he continued the spanking, only adding to the heightening level of desire. Even the sound of his palm slapping against my skin was delicious, naughty in every way.

  “I can see additional training is needed,” he huffed, moving his hand from side to side.

  “No, sir. I mean yes, sir.”

  As he breathed a swath of hot air across my shoulders, another round of goosebumps popped along my arms creating a chill skittering down my spine. “I will spank you anywhere, any time that I find it necessary, no matter who’s watching. Do you understand?”

  He picked up speed, his hand coming down in rapid succession, the force pushing me onto my toes. The words were thrilling in a way I would have never expected, leaving me panting as I opened my legs wider. My God, I was begging him to punish me. “Yes, sir.” I could envision groups of people gawking at us, taking pictures of the mischievous girl being punished for her sins.

  I was no longer surprised the spanking was a huge turn-on, my nipples fully erect, my breasts aching and swollen. He was everything I’d ever craved.

  Just as quickly as the round of discipline had begun, he ended it, shoving two fingers into my pussy.

  “Oh, God. Oh...” My mouth was suddenly dry, every nerve standing on end. I arched my back, thrusting out my hips.

  “What do you want, little girl? My cock buried inside your pretty pink pussy?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He pumped inside several times, adding a third and fourth finger then flexing them open. Seconds later, he pulled them out, immediately sliding the tips across my lips. “Open your mouth.”

  I obeyed immediately, my body still quivering as he slipped his fingers inside.

  “Suck them clean,” he commanded, once again crushing his body against mine.

  Closing my eyes, I did as I was told, swirling my tongue around his fingers as he pumped several times. The filthy action was tantalizing, pussy juice trickling down the insides of both thighs. I’d never been so aroused, my skin extra sensitive. When he seemed satisfied, he rubbed his fingers against my cheek before sliding his hand down, pinching my nipple.

  Every whimper and moan I made was ragged, as if I couldn’t get enough air. I was lightheaded as he turned me around to face him, picking me up into his arms. As I wrapped my legs around him, the way he looked into my eyes was entirely different. While the expression of absolute domination remained, there was something else.

  Love.

  I hadn’t thought him capable, the tormented man merely a ghost of himself, but there was no denying his feelings. When he pressed his lips against mine, the intimacy was sweet, gentle. He held me close, brushing the tips of his fingers down my spine. The light breeze seemed to encapsulate his musky scent, covering me with pinpricks of sensations.

  His breathing hoarse, he lightly pressed his mouth into mine, opening my lips with his. The subtle dart of his tongue against mine, slowly moving back and forth was electrifying in its simplicity. As he explored the dark recesses, he took his time.

  I was thrown by the dazzling mix of vibrations threading through us, much more intense than before, the power shared unequaled. I’d never known the feeling of being one with a man, but we were stronger together than apart.

  The thought left me mystified.

  Rafael finally crushed his mouth over mine, his animalistic growls exactly what I was used to. The passion roared, our desire swelling to a pinnacle until I knew he would have difficulty holding back. The moment he fisted my hair, yanking my head away from his, everything around us slipped into slow motion.

  “I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He took long strides as he entered the house, only taking the time to lock the door before heading into one of the bedrooms.

  Very gingerly he eased me onto the bed, immediately crawling us both to the center. The savage hunger he felt was exposed through every bulging vein, muscles that were tenser than before. How does a predator not consume his prey?

  I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him down. I wanted the weight of his body on mine, the feel of his hot breath skipping over every inch of me.

  “There will be no turning back,” he said almost casually, as if there was no question that I now belonged to him and would for the rest of our lives.

  “I know.” The words were said easily and in that moment I gave up my past, turning another page on my life. I couldn’t live without him any more than he could without me. He was my rock, my protector, and my master, and I was desperately in love with him. Whatever horrors we’d be forced to face we would do so together.

  Whether it was relief or surprise pulsing through his eyes, I couldn’t be certain but when he crawled between my legs, there was no denying this coupling was all about love.

  He lifted one of my legs over his hips then the other before sliding the tip of his cock past my aching folds. For the first time, I noticed the dimple in his chin, the dark stubble covering a portion of his face unable to hide the beautiful detail. He held his stance, his eyes almost iridescent as he watched me, no doubt looking for my reaction.

  I eased my hand to his fac
e, delicately tracing the scar that had been a badge of a different kind of honor. This time, he didn’t flinch. The feel of him was amazing, the current flowing between us searing every nerve ending. As much as I wanted him to fill me with his seed, I enjoyed the slow passage of time, being allowed to explore him in an entirely different way.

  “You are truly mine,” he whispered. “I will protect you always.”

  “Shhh...” I placed my finger over his lips, moving my head from side to side. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Rafael. Let’s enjoy what we have here and now.”

  A slow breath escaped his mouth as he rose onto his elbows, sliding his shaft all the way inside. He threw his head back, issuing the most seductive growl, but one laced with pain. He knew he couldn’t keep me safe, at least not every minute of the day, but I believed what he’d said before.

  He would die trying.

  I continuously ran my fingertips up and down his back as he pumped into me in gentle strokes, taking his time to enjoy instead of simply taking. His eyes never left me, so dark and pensive, riddled with more questions than answers.

  My pussy muscles ached as he filled me, yearning for more. I gripped his arms as he began to rock into me, lifting his hips in more aggressive motions. Then the desire exploded between us, the hunger off the charts.

  He thrust harder, driving into me with wild abandon. For him, it was as if tomorrow might not happen.

  I clung to him, locking my feet together, my body already tensing in anticipation of a climax. I was so wet, scalding hot, my breath skipping as I raked my nails down his back. His brusque growls only further fueled my primal needs, pushing me closer to the edge of pure ecstasy.

  Rafael was like a barbarian, every thrust more savage than the one before, his eyes black as night.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” The syllables continued to push past my lips, echoes pounding into my ears. I could no longer hold back, had no opportunity to ask for permission, the orgasm sweeping into me, my heart hammering in my chest. “Oh!” The single scream floated in the air above us, the sound almost a challenge for the brutal man.

  He thrust even harder, his muscles rippling. “That’s it. Come for me.”

  I closed my eyes, arching my back as the single climax became a beautiful, mind-bending wave, my pussy clamping down on his beautiful, thick cock. I wanted him to come, to fill me. I craved the feeling of having his seed find its way into my womb.

  The sound of his hoarse roar was sweet music, almost as spectacular as the words he’d sung in what seemed like a lifetime ago.

  Bliss.

  Rapture.

  Serenity.

  I wasn’t certain what to call the feelings rushing through me as he rolled over, gathering me into his arms. I also felt safer than I had in years. In his arms. In his life. The irony was laughable. I nuzzled against him, even more comforted in the scent of our combined sex. This was almost perfect.

  Almost.

  We lay in silence, our breathing finally returning to normal. I was still able to hear the rush of the ocean water even through the closed windows and doors. We were both prisoners, only him of his own making.

  “I’ve killed several people over the years,” he said quietly as he stroked my arm.

  The admittance, while obviously something I’d realized, was still gut-wrenching. Especially given the hushed tone of his voice. “Women? Children?”

  “Not once. I live by a code of honor. I meant what I said. Family means everything to me.”

  I wasn’t certain if he wanted a response or in truth, if I could give him one. “And you’ll kill again?”

  “While I can’t promise you that I won’t, I will promise that you will never see or learn the details. You will be sheltered from the ugliness of my world.”

  “I understand ugliness, Rafael. Just remember that sometimes you do have a choice.”

  A choice, like the one I’d made when I hadn’t killed my stepfather on that horrible night. The drunken, belligerent fool had deserved nothing less. But I’d made a choice, allowing the bastard to live another day.

  And I would carry the guilt of my sister’s death for my entire life.

  If I had it to do all over again, the choice would have been different.

  Perhaps I was more like Rafael than I thought.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rafael

  Choice.

  Savannah’s single word had been more jarring than expressing my love or the way she’d reacted to my knowledge about her father. I’d never seen her so rattled, the viciousness that she’d expressed entirely because of the experience she’d been through. One day, I’d find a way to rectify the situation.

  The bastard didn’t deserve to be breathing air.

  Yeah, I had several choices and none of them she would approve of or understand. However, they were necessary in order to get rid of the piece of shit attempting to tear my business apart. I was finished with waiting for Calleja to resurface from his rat-infested hole. It was time to make certain everyone in several countries knew exactly who the Galicia mafia were and why they’d been so powerful for generations.

  I took a deep breath, holding it as my lungs filled slowly. It was past time I made an example of the Los Charlines leader for all the world to see. I was beginning to believe that Don Piero was actually Calleja, although I would tell no one of my suspicions. Of all the Dons, he’d been the most vocal against my father, hungering for more. Perhaps we’d all been fools in believing we could share territories to some degree. I would know soon enough.

  What I did know was that Calleja had recruited important people, including those from my organization. For that alone, the fucker would die by my hands.

  I studied the water as I’d done several times the day before, even while searching for Alviro’s whereabouts. The gossip mills on the street continued to fuel the rumor that he was planning a simultaneous attack on our supplies, even crossing country lines in order to do so. Of course, they would wait until a dozen or so arrests occurred, in the chaos able to take what belonged to us. If what limited information I’d received was correct, the insider information could only come from a few sources, solidifying Felipe’s unstated suggestion of the identity of the traitor.

  How unfortunate for the asshole who’d lied to me. He was about to meet his maker. The few moments of angst and guilt I’d felt regarding what needed to be done were long gone, replaced with nothing but the quiet need for retaliation.

  After all, this was now my kingdom.

  As I slipped my weapon into the shoulder holster, I moved closer to the bed. It would be light soon enough, although I honestly wasn’t in the mood to face the day, the darkness far more soothing. I heard Savannah’s soft murmurs in her sleep and tensed. What she and I had shared the night before was a mere glimpse into what so many other couples took for granted.

  Making a quiet dinner.

  Sharing a bottle of wine.

  Making love in front of a roaring fire.

  The joy I’d shared with her had been unlike anything I’d experienced in my life, a freeing and peaceful moment. The orgasms had been more intense, the taste of her sweeter and the way she felt in my arms utterly... perfect.

  The short foray into some kind of regular life had been entirely too enticing, allowing me to forget my roots. Yes, she now truly belonged to me and I’d dare any man or woman to defy my choice; however, I couldn’t allow her to become my continued weakness. If a fool like Calleja could find a way to use it against me, I could only imagine what others would do. No matter what happened or the lives that could be lost, anyone who dared to make an attempt on her life would find themselves going straight to hell.

  Sighing, I clenched my fist as I thought about what I had to face. The call from Montego had been somewhat unexpected, at least so quickly, his hushed tone indicating the ramifications of what he’d called to share.

  And likely his shock at being betrayed.

  The informant had been found. There’d
been no need to identify the asshole on the phone. I knew exactly who he was, and the realization continued to pain me. Another breach of trust. Another moment of loyalty crushed. My interrogation would bring everything into the light, making Alviro’s extermination that much easier.

  I sat on the edge of the bed, simply watching the way she was able to sleep so peacefully. Waking her was the last thing I wanted to do, but I had no other choice.

  I whisked hair from her eyes, brushing my index finger down the length of her cheek. The shower of moonlight highlighted her silhouette, another beautiful reminder of the gift I’d been given. I sneered at the thought. What gift? I’d stolen her. Leaning over, I pressed my lips against hers, desire bursting to the surface.

  “Mmmm...” Her eyelids fluttered open, her body turning slightly in my direction.

  “Wake up, sweet Savannah.”

  She blinked several times, finally opening her eyes wide. “What’s wrong?”

  “Sshhh... Nothing is wrong, but there is something I must do.”

  “What?” She moved to a sitting position, tugging the sheet over her breasts. Even in the darkness, her eyes fell to the holster. “There is something wrong.”

  I rolled my fingers over her shoulder, shaking my head. “Some information was given that shouldn’t have been. I need to have a discussion with the person responsible. Nothing more. However, I have no other choice but to leave you here alone until I return.”

  “You mean you’re going to kill them.”

  “Savannah.”

  “Fine. Don’t tell me. You’re right. I don’t want to know. I guess that means you don’t have soldiers to guard me?”

  I wasn’t certain if her retort was laced with her usual defiance or if she was frightened. Either way, the chance had to be taken in leaving her alone, at least for a short duration. “There are issues with loyalty within my organization. I assure you at this point that no one knows where you are, not a single soul. My family has several safe houses, none of which any member of law enforcement is aware of, let alone Calleja or his soldiers. You are safer here than likely any other location; however, I need you to promise me that you’re going to stay here.”