King's Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Piper Stone

  I fisted her hair, wrapping my fingers around her long strands as I allowed the kiss to continue. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, my tongue dancing against hers in a wild ride of passion.

  This was tenderness, a closeness that I hadn’t expected to enjoy. When I finally broke the kiss, I tugged on her hair, exposing the long length of her neck. Everything about her was stunning, her skin glistening from the few droplets of water. Growling, I licked across the seam of her mouth before nipping her lower lip, moving ever so slowly to her jaw. Even the taste of her skin was delicious, adding fuel to the already raging fire in my loins.

  “Oh…” she whimpered, closing her eyes, her mouth pursing.

  I continued my exploration, sliding my lips down the length of her neck, allowing my teeth to graze across her porcelain skin. As I lowered my head, rubbing my lips over her shoulder, she slid her hand further down. Was she longing to touch me? The monster she hated? When she crawled her fingers even further, I lifted my head, realizing there was a slight smile on her face.

  “Are you attempting to tease me, my pet?”

  Huffing, her eyelids flitted open, her eyes glassy.

  From desire.

  From an unsated need.

  From a rush of adrenaline.

  We were more alike than she realized, our needs dark, even dangerous. Yet I knew I couldn’t stop my actions, the yearning that would remain with me for hours, even days.

  When she wrapped her hand around the tip of my cock, I filled my lungs with air, holding it for a few seconds as the sensations increased. I was lightheaded, my heart racing. Never had I felt this way with any woman before.

  Another series of growls pushed up from the depths of my being. I resumed licking her delicate skin, moving closer to her rounded breasts, blowing across her already taut nipple. “You’re hungry this morning.”

  While she remained quiet, she rolled her fingers around my cockhead, creating extreme friction. Stars danced in front of my eyes, the beast dwelling within attempting to maintain control. I was shocked at my body’s reaction, the needs that continued to swell. As she pumped up and down, twisting her hand, I engulfed her nipple, pulling the tender flesh between my teeth.

  “Oh… I…”

  Her whimpers only added gasoline to the fire, every cell electrified. I moved from one nipple to the other, swirling my tongue around her hardened bud before biting down. When I shifted one hand down her side, sliding it between her legs, her moans filtered into the space. Every sound she made, every ragged breath, created a wave of energy.

  I fingered her clit, rolling my finger back and forth, realizing that her tiny bud remained swollen from the night before. My excitement heightened as I eased my fingers down, slipping them into her tight channel. The way her muscles clamped around the invasion forced another series of growls. I was nothing but a barbarian, preparing to consume every inch of her.

  She parted her legs even further, allowing me additional access. I shoved several fingers inside of her, pumping in a brutal manner, flexing my fingers open as her muscles yielded. She was so hot, her juice slickening my fingers.

  I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait for long before shoving my cock inside.

  When I lifted my head, gazing into her eyes, she dragged her tongue across her lips. “What do you hunger for, my little flower?”

  Her bold demeanor seemed to crumble before my eyes, her expression one of longing.

  The same carnal needs.

  The same savage desires.

  The same hunger to let go.

  “Everything,” she managed, half laughing after issuing the single breathless word.

  I intended on providing exactly what she craved.

  As I thrust my fingers inside, pumping vigorously, she slid her hand away from my cock, her body undulating as she rolled the ten tips of her fingers up my chest, caressing every muscle along the way.

  After fingering her for several seconds, I yanked her against the side wall, the water from the second spigot peppering over us, creating another series of tingling vibrations. She panted, her eyes opening and closing as she gripped my forearms. When I removed my fingers, pushing them into my mouth, she watched every move I made. I licked and sucked then slipped them past her pursed lips.

  “Suck my fingers, little flower. Lick every drop of juice.”

  She obeyed my command, wrapping one hand around my wrist as I drove my fingers inside. When she stopped my actions, taking control and delicately licking up and down each finger, I was mesmerized by her gentleness, entranced by her beauty.

  The sounds she made were more like purrs, so catlike, ripped with thirst. She was no longer able to deny our connection, even her pretense stripped away, revealing the woman who’d been locked inside.

  Inhaling, I finally removed my fingers, pressing both hands on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. “Suck me. Take every single inch.”

  Her head tilting, she darted her eyes back and forth, her mind processing my command. Even as her body continued to tremble, she rubbed her hands over my legs, tickling my darkest needs as she brushed them up, cupping one around my balls, nestling my cock in the other.

  I resisted touching her, at least at first, fisting my hands against the marble in an effort to remain still. I spread my legs apart, allowing her all the access she needed, jutting my hips forward. Every move she made was tentative, as if she’d never been allowed to indulge in the joy of sucking a man’s cock.

  She would soon learn what it was like to please her master. I closed my eyes briefly as she toyed with me, running my testicles through her fingers. They were so damn swollen, aching with the need to fill her with my seed.

  There was something almost sweet about her actions as she pressed the tip of my shaft back and forth across her mouth, finally darting a single lick across my sensitive slit. The volts of current jetting through me were explosive, my heart thudding savagely against my chest. With every slice of her wet tongue, every squeeze of my balls, she was dragging the true barbarian from his lair.

  I tipped my head back, enjoying the way the heated water splashed over our ignited bodies, savoring every minute of this private session. The ugly business of the day would keep me from engaging any further than this morning.

  But tonight would be a different story.

  A smile crossed my face as she lifted my cock, licking down the underside, crowding even closer. When she took one ball into her mouth, using her strong jaw muscles to suck, I was unable to stop a ragged growl from erupting. Every muscle was tense, my pulse skipping. Her delicate ways were driving me to the point of madness.

  As she continued taunting me, shifting her attention to my other testicle, licking and sucking as if she was enjoying a lollypop, my entire body shook from the rush of adrenaline. I intertwined my fingers in her hair, holding her in place as she tormented the fuck out of me. She knew exactly the buttons to push, keeping me on a sharp precipice of desire while taking her time to savor her duty.

  Every sound I made was guttural, the breath coming from my lungs scattered. I could no longer feel my legs as she mewed, dragging her tongue back and forth across my cock before pressing her open mouth against it. She took her damn sweet time easing to my cockhead, licking around the tip in lazy circles.

  “Suck me, little flower. If you continue teasing me, there will be hell to pay.” My words were barely audible, a fog drifting over my eyes as I attempted to gaze down.

  She either didn’t hear me or didn’t give a shit, continuing her methodical actions for a full thirty seconds. When she finally took the tip of my cock into her hot, wet mouth, I let out a ragged roar.

  “Fuck!”

  Emily seemed fueled by my harsh word, continuing to squeeze my balls with enough pressure the ache increased. As she opened her mouth wide, taking the tip inside, her tongue shifting back and forth, I slammed one hand against the wall, my frustration growing.

  With every inch she took, I became more rattled, my needs growing
.

  My heart racing.

  My balls tightening.

  For a man who’d always taken everything he wanted, refusing to accept anything less, providing her with sheer indulgence was almost too much. My patience was being tested, my control placed on the spot. Perhaps she was pushing me on purpose, trying to determine my limits. Unable to hold back any longer, I gripped both sides of her head, rising onto the balls of my feet and driving the entire length of my cock into her mouth. When the tip hit the back of her throat, the gagging sound she made was the perfect music, innocence personified.

  I’d never felt this alive, every cell and muscle so electrified. She had a way about her that embroiled my senses, pushing me to my limits. While her body continued to quiver, she acted as if she was in control, snapping her fingers around my legs, shifting the angle of our bodies so she could move up and down on my cock.

  Refusing to allow her to take over, I slammed my shaft into her mouth, driving in rapid and steady motions. She finally clung to my legs, her doe eyes staring at me as I pumped into her. I was relentless, brutal, enjoying the sounds erupting past the thick invasion.

  I had no idea how long I ravaged her mouth, but as beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of my face, I could no longer hold back from taking her. There would be plenty of time for her to suck me dry.

  Over and over again.

  I pulled away, immediately jerking Emily to her feet, yanking her arms over her head.

  “Oh…”

  Her yelp only made me smile.

  “What are you doing?” she dared to ask.

  “Fucking you.” I held her in place, my fingers entangled with hers as I shifted my hips, the tip of my cock slicing up and down her pussy. “That’s what you crave.”

  “No,” she whispered, once again denying what we shared.

  I continued grinding my hips against her as I crushed her against the marble. She fit perfectly against me, her body molding with mine. “What did I tell you about lies?”

  “I’m not lying.” She tossed her head from one side to the other, even though she refused to take her eyes off me.

  “Yes, you are. Tell me the truth.”

  With the heat of our bodies increasing, she was forced to take several gasping breaths, her body jerking against mine.

  “Tell me.”

  After a few additional seconds, she let out a strangled moan. “Yes.”

  The single word would be the only admittance I’d receive, but it was merely icing on the cake. I yanked one leg around my hip before sliding the tip of my cock past her swollen folds. With one hard thrust, I drove every inch inside, shuddering from the way the touch of her seared my nerve endings.

  I fucked her relentlessly, pumping in rapid motions, filling her completely. I was on fire, unable to stop the beast from taking over, the brutal force slamming her body against the wall. She moved with me, mirroring my actions. We were nothing more than carnal beasts, our needs turning to the most basic in man and woman.

  With every sound we made, the hard slapping of our bodies moving as one, the sadistic side of me came closer to the surface. I pounded into her long and hard, my hunger knowing no bounds. Even the way her muscles strained to accept what I was doing to her yanked me closer to nirvana.

  When she wrapped her other leg around my upper thigh, her fingers digging into my shoulders, every action became even more brutal. The feel of her pussy muscles clamping then releasing was telling. She was close to a climax yet still fighting what she considered to be an ugly betrayal. But she was glowing in the dim lighting, her face glistening from both my harsh actions as well as the steam floating between us.

  “Oh, God… This is… No, I…” Unable to finish her sentence, she stiffened, her eyes opening wide. The moment the climax rushed into her, I pressed my lips against hers, her scream erupting into my mouth.

  And I refused to stop my crazed actions, drilling into her pussy, slamming her against the wall. When a single orgasm turned into a beautiful wave, I couldn’t stop shaking.

  Seconds later, she sagged against me, pushing until she was able to break the kiss. Her heavy breathing was a delicious reward.

  However, I wasn’t finished with her yet.

  Easing her down, I yanked her to face the wall, once again shoving her arms over her head. There was no need to issue any command. She arched her back, keeping her legs wide open as I ground my hips back and forth across her bruised ass.

  “You belong to me,” I reminded her before driving my cock into her pussy, gripping her hips and pulling her away from the wall. I knew I couldn’t hold back for long, my needs far too great. She gasped for air as I powered into her, pulling out then slamming into her again and again. In the frenzy of taking her, I could barely breathe, no longer able to think clearly.

  I simply needed to fuck her, to consume the woman who’d dared to defy me, the one that I would possess.

  Her ragged purrs spurred me on, and I lost myself in the moment, fucking her like a wild animal until I could take no more. As my balls filled with seed, I drove her onto her tiptoes and the moment I erupted deep inside, I heard her cry of anguish.

  As if I’d broken through another barrier.

  As if she longed to submit.

  And as if she hated the woman she’d become.

  Chapter 9

  Emily

  Numb.

  I was completely numb, barely able to function. Even the coffee cup in my hand threatened to fall, dropping to the perfectly polished wooden kitchen floor. Everything seemed surreal, nothing really mattering any longer.

  I stood at the kitchen window, staring out at one of the most gorgeous landscaped areas that I’d seen in New Orleans. There was an abundance of greenery, everything very tropical. Even the vibrancy of the flowers reminded me of something I’d seen in a magazine, not the coiffed grounds of a murderer. There was even a glorious lagoon-style pool and I could swear I heard the water as it tumbled from the fake rocks positioned in one corner. Everything I’d seen was luxurious, a product of his wealth.

  His family’s influence and power.

  Yet he seemed disenchanted by his surroundings, as if he couldn’t care less where he lived. I’d grown up in a family with little money, yet he probably spent more on the expensive bottles of wine I noticed than I could manage on my house payment even now.

  Gluttonous pig.

  One that had managed to rip away almost every layer of protection. Even the way his scent continued to cover my body was a disgusting reminder of his power.

  I pressed my hand down on the dress, the rip in several seams making the frock seem tawdry. He’d forbidden me to wear panties, just another thing to hate him for. I had nothing of my own. No clothing. No makeup. Nothing. And my cellphone was nowhere in sight.

  I heard him talking on the phone. Him. I could barely say his name or even think it. Every part of me ached, but not just from the spanking he’d given me or the rough sex during our shower together. The way I felt was a direct correlation to the fact I’d let my guard down.

  I’d actually enjoyed the asshole fucking me.

  I’d relished the touch of his fingers, the way every brush of his thumb scalded my skin, the surge in my desire that had kept me wet.

  Even during the middle of the night.

  The moment he’d rolled over in the middle of the night, placing his arm around me, I hadn’t been able to hold back the whimper. It seemed so damn… normal. But there was nothing that was normal about this. He’d abducted me from my own home under threat of hurting me. He’d forced me into a cage, awaiting his return. While his remorse at finding me locked behind bars seemed genuine, I could tell by his eyes that seeing me in such an incapacitated manner had fueled the hunger that never seemed to go away.

  He was enjoying every minute of this and nothing could tell me otherwise.

  I tried to take a sip of coffee, my hand shaking to the point the liquid sloshed. What was going to happen now? Would he lock me away, ke
eping me like the pet he seemed to enjoy? I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the window. While I didn’t notice he’d ended the call and hadn’t heard any footsteps entering the room, I felt his presence.

  He was larger than life, a true predator.

  When I opened my eyes, I caught his reflection in the sunlight streaming in through the window. His face appeared pensive, his body looming over mine. And sadly, he looked amazing in his crisp white shirt and black suit, the selection of a dazzling cerulean blue tie highlighting his stone-cold eyes.

  I had the distinct feeling he was preparing a war.

  Cristiano flanked my side, peering out the same window, only once glancing at my cup. Five seconds passed.

  Ten.

  An awkward twenty.

  Was I supposed to say something to him?

  “You didn’t enjoy your coffee. If there is something else that you’d prefer, let me know and I’ll have someone pick it up for you,” he said in such a casual manner. We hadn’t just enjoyed a crazy but wonderful one-night stand. He wasn’t forced to be accommodating, even sweet in his stiff and impersonal conversation. He could simply offer me bread and water, enough nourishment to keep me alive for his sexual appetite.

  “Why bother?”

  I hadn’t realized the words had slipped from my mouth until I heard him chuckle.

  “Because that’s the civilized thing to do, Emily.”

  I hate you. I hate you.

  He was going to continue to use my name, spouting it off as if we gave a shit about each other. Fuck him. Fuck this.

  “I’m not thirsty,” I said after a few seconds.

  Stiffening, I could tell he had no idea what to make of my yin and yang of defiance. I wasn’t trained in being a good prisoner. I had no understanding of what mafia men required. A laugh bubbled to the surface as I envisioned a Book of the Week, the concepts needed to survive being abducted by a murderous pig.

  That would be a best seller.