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MAFIA: Dark Romance Collection

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by Silver, Kiera


  He knew it had to be so much worse for her to make her take the clothes off herself and surrender them, but he hoped she would learn something from the experience. If she would just surrender and give in, he would treat her well and bestow favors upon her. She would be his favorite, and in fact, she was currently his only companion.

  He didn’t have a lover or a mistress and hadn’t for a few months. There hadn’t been time with the escalation of his father’s illness and the new duties he had taken on. But for her, he would make the time. She just had to meet him halfway.

  Her hands trembled, and she closed her eyes as she slipped off her shirt. She tossed it in his general direction without even opening her eyes, and he caught it. Since she wasn’t looking at him, he was able to grin slightly, unable to help feeling a dart of appreciation for her continued strength. True, she was doing as he had proclaimed, but she was still doing it on her terms.

  He admired her. It was a strange reaction, because he generally spent so little time with the women who graced his bed that he had no time to learn anything about them, let alone form anything like admiration for them. For the first time, Alexei realized his little fox could be dangerous to him. Not just because she’d seen him murder someone, but because she might get to him in a way no one else had.

  He shoved aside that silly thought and focused on the visual feast from her slowly revealing her body to him. She hadn’t moved from where she crouched on the floor, so she had to awkwardly angle her hips up to slide out of her panties and slacks. They came off in one motion, still stuck together, and she tossed them in his direction. With her eyes still closed, she also stripped off her socks and threw those as well. He let them land wherever, not caring if she had a pair of socks.

  Once her eyes opened, he was there to meet them with his intent gaze. He made sure she was watching as he peeled her panties from the slacks she’d worn, bringing the damp crotch to his nose to inhale. Her spicy scent hit him, making his recently satisfied cock throb again. The crotch was wet, and it was obvious his little fox had been aroused during the blowjob, even though she had likely fought the reaction as much as she had fought him.

  Feeling confident in the face of her silent confession, he gave her a wolfish grin and winked at her. “Next time, perhaps you will get pleasure too. If you can be a good lisichka, that is.”

  She glared at him, her expression defiant to the end. With her sitting on the floor, her arms folded around herself to shield as much of her nudity as possible, she looked so vulnerable. It was achingly appealing, and he had to actively resist the urge to drop to the floor and part her thighs, so he could smell her pussy for himself. Secondhand through her panties was not nearly good enough. He wanted to inhale her before he thrust his tongue between her damp folds and licked her until she was screaming his name with pleasure.

  Still, he couldn’t let her have that yet. She had to earn her pleasure.

  “Eat your food, and you’ll get a reward.” He walked to the door, opening it before she finally deigned to respond.

  “I don’t want anything from you except your slow and painful death.”

  In a good mood, he just chuckled and stepped through the doorway, ignoring her words, and the clattering of something hitting the door a moment later. If he was correct, it was the silver tray that had been atop her plate. With a chuckle, he strolled away, already looking forward to his next encounter with his fiery little fox.

  * * *

  Tara huddled on the floor a while longer, not entirely convinced he wouldn’t return and catch her in the middle of standing up. She wanted to hide as much of her body from him as possible. She’d already revealed far too much to him.

  Finally, the chill in the air got to her, and she stood up before turning to the bed to strip off the sheet underneath the comfortable duvet. She wrapped it around herself sarong-style and returned to the chair, staring at the tray with unseeing eyes. Shame burned in her that her body had betrayed her, and he had realized that fact.

  She squirmed in the seat, unable to deny a thrill of arousal that shot through her as she remembered being on her knees before him, forced to suck his cock. It hadn’t been her choice, but she had been turned on beyond belief by his domination. She hated the reaction, and she didn’t understand it. She was a strong, independent woman, and she’d always tried to encourage Tonya to be the same. She wasn’t the kind of woman who liked to get on her knees for a lover, even one of her choosing. She especially should have been horrified to have no choice but to put his dick in her mouth and suck him until he came.

  She groaned softly, and a new gush of moisture filled her pussy. What the hell was wrong with her? Surely she wasn’t enjoying being degraded? She refused to believe she could be that depraved. That wasn’t her, was it?

  She groaned again, this time the sound a blend of agony and pleasure as she relived that moment when he’d first started to come inside her, not allowing her to back away. He had demanded she swallow his seed, leaving her no other option.

  She had never swallowed cum in her life, having always been a spitter the few times she had been unable to avoid performing the act for a boyfriend. It was a demeaning deed, and she had always rejected doing it—until he had taken the choice from her, and somehow, that had made it worse even as it had become ten times more exciting.

  Tears streamed down her face, and she wanted to deny that there had been anything pleasurable about the encounter. It was incomprehensible to her, but she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t enjoyed it. A dark part of her, a part whose existence she hadn’t recognized until she was on her knees before Alexei, had reveled in being turned in to his whore, being forced to submit to his will.

  She was on dangerous ground—far more dangerous than she had realized. Before, she’d only feared losing her life. Now, she had the even greater fear of losing herself to the dark need that Alexei brought to life inside her.

  Chapter Three

  It seemed pointless to resist eating, so when her tray came at lunch, she cleared every bite. For the first time in almost two days, she felt sated in full, and it was a pleasant sensation. She was also exhausted from her tumultuous night, followed by the events of the morning that had left her frazzled and confused. With her tummy full, she managed to drift off into a dreamless sleep that lasted a few hours.

  The sound of the door opening again woke her, and her heart stuttered until she realized it was simply the small hinged section, not the entire door. With a marked lack of enthusiasm, she got out of the bed and padded over to the tray, lifting and taking it to the table at the wingback chair.

  It was dark in the room, with only a little illumination coming in from the dusky light outside. She clicked on the lamp near the chair and lifted the lid of the tray. Her first observation was for the medium-rare roast beef, baby potatoes, and some kind of greens. As she reached for her fork, she let out a gasp of outrage when she realized it wasn’t a linen napkin wrapping her silverware. Instead, it was a pair of silky panties with lace panels. She unwrapped them with angry hands, finding a note pinned to the front of the panties.

  “I promised you a reward for eating. You’ve earned a pair of panties, lisichka.”

  She wanted to refuse his gift, but that would mean continuing to run around bare-assed with nothing more than a sheet to cover her. Lips tight, she pushed away from the chair long enough to slide on the black and pink panties. They were ridiculously impractical, but they were far better than nothing, and she returned to her tray, eating with single-minded determination as she tried to block out all thoughts of Alexei and her captivity.

  When she had finished her meal, she returned the tray to the door and went to the television for the first time. She was unsurprised to find it didn’t connect to any local stations, but there was a VHS player and a collection of videotapes. It was bizarrely retro, since she hadn’t seen a VCR or touched tapes in year.

  Unfortunately, all the videotapes provided were in Russian, and she couldn’t tell much a
bout them. There appeared to be a mix of entertainment options, including documentaries, comedies, and some horror movies. She selected one almost at random, choosing it based on the two women on the front who appeared to be friends. She popped it in the VCR and started watching.

  She had a flair for language, and she was starting to pick up a few words here and there as the story progressed. Abruptly, she realized it wasn’t a gal-buddy flick, as she had assumed. Rather, it was a lesbian romance, and the girls were certainly getting into each other quickly.

  The door opened just as the women lay down on a bed, touching and talking, though she couldn’t understand their words. For some reason, she was embarrassed to be caught watching the lesbian movie, especially when Alexei laughed.

  “Is that the issue then, lisichka? Do you prefer pizda to hooy?”

  She glared at him. “You don’t have to be so crude. I don’t speak Russian.” Not that she needed to in order to understand the meaning of the words he’d said. “And I didn’t know what kind of movie it was. Besides, it’s no big deal. It’s just a movie about two people falling in love, isn’t it?”

  He came closer, eyeing the screen for a moment. “Yes. If I remember correctly, this is the only sex scene in the entire movie, which has a rather sweet ending.” He grinned down at her, his hand falling on her shoulder and keeping her from moving from the chair. “I must admit I only watched the ending a couple of times. This was one of my favorite movies for masturbation when I was a teenager. I’m surprised this part of the tape isn’t worn out.”

  His honesty was surprising, and she couldn’t help a small smile of amusement. The amusement fled when he leaned over to take the remote from her hand, shutting off the movie before taking her upper arm and urging her to stand.

  She made an effort to be limp and noncompliant as she stood before him, not quite looking at him. She’d already guessed that pissed him off greatly.

  “Are you wearing your panties, Tara?”

  She didn’t look at him, and she didn’t answer. The sheet hid her body from his gaze, at least until he chose to strip it from her.

  “I would like to see them. I was imagining how you would look in them when I picked them out this afternoon. As soon as Yuri called me with word that you’d eaten your lunch, I went straight to the store to buy you several more pieces of…reward.”

  She forced herself to look at him, trying to keep her expression blank. “If you’d like to reward me for good behavior, I’d prefer something to do. You could give me some books, or perhaps bring my laptop to me. I have a backlog of waiting orders, and I have to get the work done, or I’ll lose my business.”

  He gave her an indulgent smile. “You have no need to work now. I’ll be taking care of you, Tara.”

  She glared up at him. “I don’t want to be taken care of, Alexei.” Without thought, her gaze centered on his scar, and she brought her hand up to brush it. His eyes closed, and he shivered lightly when she traced the line of the scar that extended upward above his eyebrow and down his cheek, a bit lower than his mouth. It even went over his eyelid, and she was amazed he hadn’t lost his eye. “What happened?”

  “I was involved in a disagreement.” He shrugged a shoulder. “The kind of disagreement with the wrong people that would have ended in my death, even with my father as Sovietnik to the Pakhan in Moscow. It necessitated a change of location, so his boss sent him to America.”

  “Ah, I see. If someone hadn’t…stabbed you?” she guessed tentatively, “Then you wouldn’t be in my life today.” Summoning a sweet smile, she added, “It’s a pity they didn’t go a few inches deeper.”

  His expression tightened, and he sighed as though his patience was being tested. “Have you learned nothing about controlling that little tongue, lisichka?”

  She glared at him. At most, he would simply make her use her tongue on him again. The thought brought a rush of moisture between her thighs, and she tightened them in denial as she clamped her mouth closed, refusing to reply to him.

  “Perhaps it’s time we try something different.”

  She glared at him suspiciously, clutching her sheet with new resolve as he took a step toward her. “No.”

  He laughed. “You should remove that word from your vocabulary, because it is no longer your right to use it, at least with me.”

  She held herself stiffly, doing her best to resist his fingers as he tugged the sheet from her. Eventually, the white linen pooled at her feet, revealing her naked body covered only in the thin panties he had given her for eating her lunch.

  She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her breasts, but he was having none of that. Alexei grasped her wrists and pulled her arms away, revealing her to him. He held her in that awkward position as he backed her toward the bed, forcing her to lay down before he sprawled atop her. He held her wrists on either side of her head, his hands clamped tightly around them, as he bent his head to kiss her for the first time that evening.

  Unlike the last kiss, this one was gentler and coaxing, trying to urge her to respond. Her lips trembled as she forced herself to remain impassive, holding out for at least two or three minutes before the soft, gentle nibbles weakened her resolve, and her lips molded to his. His tongue slid between her lips to taste her, and she was unable to resist her own urge to stroke his tongue in return.

  He kissed her for several minutes, doing nothing more besides lying atop her and holding her otherwise. Then his mouth drifted lower, and she whimpered in objection. She wasn’t entirely certain if she was protesting the cessation of the kiss, or the fact that his mouth was wandering lower, now moving to her breast to suckle her. She hated the intrusion, even as part of her gloried in it.

  She wanted to resist, but all she did was arch her back as his lips clamped around her nipple, and he sucked almost forcefully enough to hurt. Immediately, he swirled his tongue around the swollen bud, alternating between gentle and forceful in a pattern that left her dazed and wanton.

  Alexei seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he repeated the motions on her other breast, still holding her hands above her head. She could have told him he could let go, because she wasn’t capable of moving or trying to escape, but she wasn’t so far gone as to make it easy for him. She was still battling with herself even more than she was trying to fight her response to him as his head moved lower still, his tongue tracing a line down her abdomen and over the lace panel of her panties.

  The crotch was covered by some kind of transparent material, so it might as well not be there at all. His tongue certainly had no trouble working through the fabric, plunging inside her wet cleft to lick and suck her clit as his tongue squirmed throughout her folds, tasting every inch of her. He swiped the tip down her slit before forcefully thrusting his tongue inside her opening as far as the thin material would allow.

  Her stomach clenched, and her thighs twitched when he sucked on her outer mound, his tongue continuing to lick lightly over her. She hovered on the edge of orgasm, hating herself for it, even as she arched her hips and fucked his face with abandon in search of relief.

  Suddenly, he lifted his head, his chin glistening with her juices. He made a production of licking his lips, as though savoring every trace of her. “That was a preview, lisichka. When you have earned the right to pleasure, I will eat you to completion. I’ll savor the moment when you come in my mouth, flooding my tongue with your juiciness. Until then, you can look forward to more of these aborted orgasms. You are here for my pleasure, and it is at my discretion whether you get satisfaction.”

  She glared at him. “You’re a disgusting, depraved bastard.”

  He laughed softly, clearly taking it as a compliment. “Yes, but I think you are more than a bit depraved yourself, lisichka.” To emphasize his point, he released one of her wrists and brought his hand between her thighs, pushing aside her panties to thrust two of his fingers into her slick channel. He met no resistance. “My cock would slip in just as easily, because you are so soaking wet.�


  She tried to keep from bucking against his hand, but her body twitched slightly, and she knew he was aware of the struggle inside her. “You can torture me, but I’m still not going to be okay with this, or cooperate with my subjugation. Besides, I don’t need you. I can just masturbate.”

  His lips tightened, and he gave her a smile that was chilling. “Can you, Tara?”

  She struggled with him as he lifted her body higher on the bed, while one of his hands moved between their bodies. A moment later, he lifted it to reveal his belt, which he wrapped around her hands before belting her to the headboard. “Good luck pleasuring yourself, lisichka.”

  She squeaked in outrage. “You can’t just leave me tied up like this. It’s uncomfortable and inhumane. It’s cruel. That’s what it is.”

  He seemed to enjoy her words, and he laughed mockingly at her. “I am cruel. You should know that. I don’t tolerate defiance, and I won’t put up with your games, lisichka. When you behave and no longer act like a willful child, you will see the tender side of me. In the interim, you will get the vohlk. The wolf,” he translated.

  She tried to kick out at him when he grasped her thighs, pushing them wide again to display her for his inspection. “No.” She hated the hint of weakness in her voice.

  “This vohlk likes to eat little foxes.” He bent his head again, licking and torturing her until she was once again on the edge of orgasm that he denied her. She cursed him, screaming at him and demanding satisfaction as he eased away from her.

  Alexei got out of the bed, standing beside it to look down at her. He cupped her breast casually, his thumb playing with her nipple. “All you have to do is yield, lisichka.”

  She shook her head, lips clamped closed.

  He sighed, but didn’t seem too bothered by her refusal. “In that case, I’ll be back in a few hours to free your hands. I don’t want you to sleep like that all night, so I’ll just have to hold you in my arms to ensure you don’t stroke the pretty little pussy that belongs to me.”

 

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