Taking My Mafia Princess: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Chloe Fischer

  Seated at the table were four men, all with automatic machine guns, and Carmine. Carmine was a force unto himself and dominated the room, despite being unarmed. He was a big man, over six feet tall. And although he was overweight, he wouldn't be described as fat. He was more like a bull, with broad shoulders, strong limbs and a head that looked like it could smash through concrete walls.

  "There he is," Carmine cooed as Lance was led inside. To Lance's relief, the men hadn't even bothered tying his hands. They had patted him down to ensure that he was unarmed and thus deemed him to not be a threat. "We wondered if you would show."

  "You honestly thought I wouldn't?" Lance asked. He didn't look at Carmine as he spoke, but at Sarah. She looked terrified as she watched from the couch. To her it would have seemed like Lance had lost and this was all but over.

  Carmine, seeing Lance's eyes, looked back at Sarah and smiled. "Ah yes. There isn't much a man won't do for a beautiful woman." Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet. It was an effort and he let off a grunt as he did. "And she is beautiful. We considered seeing what was under that robe of hers, but thought it best to wait for you."

  He strolled casually toward Lance. When he reached him, Carmine lifted his hand and placed it on the back on Lance's neck. Lance knew what was coming and braced himself as Carmine drove a fist into his stomach. The force was terrific, dropping Lance to his knees.

  "You arrogant fuck," Carmine said. "Did you really think you could get away with killing my nephew?" He booted Lance in the ribs, sending him onto his back.

  "Vincent went after Spence, Carmine. You should have taught him to be smarter," Lance gritted out while gripping his ribs.

  Carmine chuckled. "My only regret is he won't be here to see you die. But I'll just have to make my peace with that."

  "And Sarah?" Lance asked as he pushed himself to his knees, spitting out more blood. "You're going to let her go?"

  "Of course not," Carmine said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "What I am going to do though, is make you watch. First, I'm going to fuck her. Then Tony will. Then Chris. Then Paulie. And then probably me again. Then you'll get a bullet in the head. And then I'll fuck her again. And then she can have a bullet too." He drove his knee into Lance's face, sending him onto his back again. "Basically, we have a very big night ahead of us."

  On the ground now, blood spilling from his mouth and nose, Lance began to laugh. It was a maniacal laugh, one that suggested the early onset of insanity. He laughed and laughed, rolling on the ground as he did. He laughed so hard that soon the other men in the room were joining in. Even Carmine chuckled a little as he looked from the bloody body of Lance to the shaking one of Sarah.

  Finally, and with no effort at all, Lance stopped laughing. He pushed himself to his knees again and looked Carmine directly in the eyes. He didn't blink, not once. "Do you have the time?"

  "What?" Carmine asked, confused both by Lance’s behavior, and question in general.

  "Never mind," Lance smirked. Time to end this. "I know exactly what time it is."

  As he spoke, the floor beneath him began to rumble.

  "What the fu --"

  An explosion suddenly erupted from beneath the office. It was strong enough that the floor shook. This was followed by another and another. With each explosion, a seismic shake followed. First it was just the floor, vibrating. Then it was the walls. Soon the entire ship seemed to rock back and forth.

  Carmine stumbled backwards from the force, trying but failing to balance himself. The henchmen too. Standing behind Lance, they lost their footing as easily as their boss did. And then Lance acted.

  He pushed himself to his feet, throwing his entire body into that of Carmine's. As he did, the ship lurched forward, throwing the two men across the room. Lance rolled on top of Carmine and elbowed him in the face. Another explosion from beneath them and Lance was thrown from Carmine and into the couch.

  He shot his foot out, taking Carmine in the face. Carmine grunted and rolled over, unconscious, as Lance climbed to his feet.

  Lance ran to Sarah. "Come on!" he yelled, grabbing her arm and hauling her towards the door.

  The door had been blocked by the henchman, but they were currently trying to save themselves, obviously assuming the boat was going down. The thugs closest to Carmine were trying to help his to his feet. Without turning back, Sarah and Lance fled from the office and onto the deck.

  Bullets began to rain down around him. But the now shaking and swaying ship made the shots random at best. Every second a new explosion seemed to erupt from somewhere within the hull and with every explosion the ship became more and more unstable.

  Lance ignored the bullets. He ignored the way the ship tilted and lurched. He ignored the pandemonium around him. I have to get Sarah to safety, he thought as he pushed her toward the side rails of the ship.

  "Where are we going?!" Sarah yelled.

  "The C4 is going to take this baby down! We need to get off the ship!" he yelled back. Lance had armed several small and medium sized bombs in and under his car before arriving at the docks. He had set them to a timer and hoped that he would still be alive when they went off in a succession of blasts designed to create pandemonium and hopefully sink the ship without immediately blowing everyone on it to the ends of the earth.

  At the railings, Lance wasted little time lifting Sarah around the waist and throwing her overboard. He was less than a second behind her, his body falling through the air and crashing into the icy cold waters below.

  All the while, the giant three-storey trawler was collapsing behind them. As Lance's head breached the surface, he watched as explosion after explosion rocked the great ship. The men onboard ran back and forth, unsure of what to do. The chaos was their downfall, as no one knew how to take control without Carmine yelling orders at them. And every second that passed, the trawler sank further and further into the water.

  Sarah was treading water beside Lance now, still stunned and confused. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the carnage. Together, the two swam down under the docks and to a neighboring pier. They made their way to a small vessel that Lance could climb onto. He reached down and pulled Sarah out of the water and they made their way onto the dock and to safety. If anyone else had escaped the burning trawler, the last thing on their minds would be to come after the escapees. They had made it.

  "And you have to promise that the moment we call, you’ll answer your phone," her father said. "The very moment!"

  "I will do my damned best, Daddy." Sarah assured him. As she did, she tried very gently to urge him from her apartment, without wanting to seem too forceful. Her parents had been frantic since receiving the call from the other members of Lance’s security team that Sarah had been taken.

  Lance hadn’t waited for them, but he sure as hell had called them in. He wasn’t completely sure until they had climbed out of the water whether or not they would make it off that boat alive. He couldn’t leave Sarah without someone coming to her rescue if he perished.

  "It's just that... we’ve never been so scared, honey. And we thought that….maybe you should move back home. Your mother doesn’t want you staying here by yourself --"

  "Daddy! I’ll be fine. I promise. And I’m sure that when you explained to Mom that I’m twenty-five AND I have Lance to keep me safe…?" Sarah prompted.

  "Well, I guess. He did keep you safe after--"

  "Thanks, Daddy. Seriously. But I'm tired and maybe it's best if I rest for a bit?" She tilted her head toward the interior of her apartment.

  "Oh, yes. Yes. Good night, dear. I love you," Her father kissed her on the cheek and stepped from her apartment, walking towards the elevator bank. The moment he was gone, Sarah closed the door and locked it, a secret smile on her face.

  Then she went in search of the one person who could truly make her feel safe.

  "Is your father gone?" the male voice called out from the other side of the patio door where Sarah knew he was waiting,
trying to give her and her father some privacy.

  "Yes."

  “And do you really want to sleep?” he asked.

  Sarah should have known that he would be able to hear every word she had said.

  “Not really.” Sarah said, suddenly shy.

  “Good,” he lightly gripped her arm and led her toward her bedroom, “I have something for you.”

  “What is it?” Sarah asked, inexplicably nervous. What was wrong with her? It’s not like she had never done this before, she thought. He stopped and turned to her.

  “Well, you wanted to know, right? About the lifestyle….about being my submissive,” he whispered close to her ear. “I’m going to teach you, Sarah, train you. You’re going to learn how to take my cock deep into your throat, how to suck me until I can’t stand the heat anymore.”

  He slowly walked around her, dragging a finger over her cheek and down her neck towards her breast.

  “I’m going to show you how good it can be when I’ve got you tied to my bed, or bent over the couch, showing me your pretty ass. And I’m going to turn that ass red, Sarah, with my hand, or with a whip. And then I’m going to make it burn so good,” he growled.

  He lifted her chin, putting his face in close to hers, gripping her ass hard.

  “And I’m going to make you beg me to do it. You will beg me to fuck you, beg me to take you higher and higher, until you don’t know what part of you is you, and what part is me, ” he vowed as he ran his hands slowly up her sides, then he grasped her breasts, giving her nipples a firm sharp squeeze.

  Lust slammed into Sarah. All consuming, firing her blood, creating a storm of sensations. She whimpered, already feeling the liquid heat dripping from her pussy.

  Lance led her into her bedroom, where she saw that he had already set up some things….some of them were things that Sarah had seen when she was watching that illicit site that Vikki had shown her. Some of the things……she didn’t even know what they were. She recognized the soft supple whip, the cuffs, and holy hell - a vibrator. But, oh God, was that a butt plug?? Her pussy clenched hard, creaming even more. Somehow, all of them turned her on. She was in a haze, reaching a pinnacle of sensation that she had never experienced before – and Lance had barely even touched her yet.

  As Lance advanced on her, she felt her breasts swell in anticipation, and her breathing became short.

  “Strip.” He ordered.

  His commanding voice was like a lash, and she jumped to obey him. When she stood before him naked, he led her over to the foot of her bed.

  “Bend over. Elbows on the bed. Back arched,” he bit out.

  When she was in position, nerves started to overcome her again. And embarrassment! He could see her. See all of her! What if her he could tell how turned on she was!

  “Beautiful,” she heard him whisper, “Absolutely stunning. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Sarah.”

  Then she felt him behind her, on the floor, pulling her legs apart. He attached something to her ankles that kept her feet spread. Oh God, now she was dripping for sure!

  She felt his breath on the back of her thighs, and whimpered into the bed covers. She needed him to touch her! She squirmed her backside around a bit, trying to get some friction where she needed it most.

  A hard smack came down on her exposed bottom.

  “Stay still,” Lance growled. “I’m having a hard enough time keeping control as it is.” She heard him mutter.

  “God, Lance, please….” She cried.

  “Maybe one little orgasm before I teach you a lesson about listening to my orders,” Lance said. “You seem to have a problem with that, don’t you, Sarah?”

  Then he plunged his fingers into her core, making her scream out in pleasure.

  “Yes! Please…please…god, that feels so good.” She needed to come now. She was dying to find the release that would free of her of this torture, this building pressure in her body.

  “You’ll come so easily,” Lance groaned, lifting her higher, working inside her, reveling in the wet heat of her cunt. “Your pussy’s so tight around my fingers and creaming so sweetly.”

  She was dying, panting, moaning with the need for release. On the verge of exploding already.

  And then she heard a sharp crack, a moment before she felt the sting. And a streak of fire burned straight from her ass to her aching clit, making her pussy clench so hard around Lance’s fingers that he hissed. “So fucking hot. So beautiful.”

  She turned her head on the covers so she could see him. He stood behind her, with the fingers of one hand buried inside her pussy, holding a whip in his other hand.

  “You’re going to come for me now, Sarah. Do you understand? You’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

  And he slammed his fingers deeper into her core, making her scream, at the same time that the whip came down on the other cheek of her ass. He worked her this way, the strokes of his fingers combining in tempo with the strokes of the whip lashing her bottom, the pleasure pain in her ass causing her clit to clench in rapturous pleasure. Her pussy was being impaled by his fingers deeper and deeper until she couldn’t climb any higher, she couldn’t take any more, and she shattered into a million pieces. She kept shattering, until she didn’t know if she could put herself back together again. A final cry broke from her lips and her legs gave out. She didn’t know when Lance had removed the spreader bar from her ankles, but she curled her legs onto the bed, still experiencing the slight tremors, the euphoria that had her in its grip.

  Lance gathered her into him, and pulled her up higher onto the bed, turning her until she lay on her back.

  “Shh…” he whispered. “That’s right, that was so beautiful, love.”

  Sarah started to come back to herself and turned her face into his chest. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. Wow. Was that possible? Did other people ever have sex like that? Holy cow, I could get used to that!

  “Thank you,” she murmured to Lance.

  “Don’t thank me yet, baby, we’re not done,” he chuckled. “Now comes the punishment for disobeying me last night.”

  He clasped her wrists in both of his, lifting them over head. Her heartbeat picked up, and her breasts swelled. How could she be ready for him again so quickly??

  He reached over her head to grab something off her bedside table. She couldn’t see what it was and he didn’t show her.

  “For this part, I’m going to use a toy that you’ll never forget,” he promised, “And you’ll never come again without thinking of me,” he vowed.

  Sarah braced herself for what she knew was about to come -- absolute, near indescribable, pleasure.

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  Prologue

  It watched from the dark shadows provided by the thick, dense wooded area it was hiding in.
It watched and it waited. Two bright, blood-red eyes blinked slowly from beneath a low branch of a large tree. A long, snake-like tongue emerged from its mouth, licked its upper lip and then receded back into a large, fanged mouth.

  The dim light of the new moon cast a pale glow over the shimmery silver paint of the Silverado pick-up truck that was parked nearly 50 feet away from where it was standing. It watched the young couple in the open bed of the truck patiently, attentively, and intently.

  The young curly-haired brunette was stretched out on her belly, lying on top of a thin green blanket. The blonde-haired young man was lying next to her sipping light beer out of a small can.