About This Story
She plays a sexy game of hide-and-seek with him, but she’ll soon need him to find her for real.
For reasons unknown to her, Sofia was promised to Alessio Drago, the son of a powerful Mafia don. Initially expecting to despise the man, she’s shocked to find herself falling for his dark, possessive passions. He has introduced her to the thrill of The Hunt, and now she looks forward to this spicy game as much as he does.
While Sofia herself has grown comfortable with her parents’ promise to the mobster, not everyone is happy with her new relationship, and they’ll do whatever it takes to ‘rescue’ her, whether she wants to be saved or not.
Now a new hunt is taking place, and if Sofia loses this game, she’ll get something much worse than a spanking.
Reader Advisory: This 9k bdsm romance about the Italian Mafia contains explicit scenes of dominance, submission, and spankings. For adults only.
Excerpt
With his free hand, Alessio reached down and jerked the hem of my short dress up over my hips, his powerful fingers kneading the curve of my ass. I trembled against him, the fire between my thighs building, transforming into an insatiable inferno that clouded my vision with lust. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I moaned. The pressure of his hand disappeared from my posterior for just a second and then his palm smacked against my ass cheek with a loud slapping sound that echoed through the bedroom. I flinched against him. My legs shaking with an uncontrollable need, I looked up into his eyes. “Alessio…” I began.
He looked at me, a storm raging in his sea-blue eyes. “Run,” he whispered harshly, his voice raw with undisguised lust.
Without a word, without hesitation, I ran from the room and headed for the stairs.
Promised to the Mobster 2
Jessi Talbot
“You’ll get to meet my father tomorrow.”
Those were the words that flipped my world upside-down last night. Of course, I thought my life would be destroyed three weeks ago when I found out I was supposed to marry a guy I didn’t even know, and that was turning out to not be too bad. “Tell me again why I need to meet your father?” I asked, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I thought the red dress might be a little loud, a little tight, a little too attention-getting for my tastes. But Alessio loved the color and he loved my curves so I couldn’t say no when he asked me to wear it.
Alessio stepped into view at the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair dripping water onto his broad shoulders. I licked my lips as my eyes followed a droplet down his sculpted chest, wishing – just for a second – that I could lick it off. My cheeks burned as I banished the thought from my mind and I noticed the grin on his handsome face.
“What?” I asked, loving and hating how that sexy smile made me feel, realizing he had answered my question, but I had been too busy drooling over him to hear.
My soon-to-be husband smiled wider. “I said because he’s my father. Family is important. Customs are important.”
“Well… it’s not like we need his blessing or permission to get married, do we? I mean, this is basically a done deal, right?”
Alessio frowned. “A done deal?” He walked towards me, his body swaying in that sexy, predatory way of his that never failed to make me wet. “Il mio dolce.” My sweet. “I would like to think you see us as more than just a done deal.” He stopped, inches away from me, his hand reaching up and tracing the line of my jaw as he looked into my eyes. “Perhaps we did not meet in the typical fashion, but I would want no other to be my wife.”
I looked into his deep blue eyes and bit my lip to hold back a whimper. I could feel the heat radiating from his nearly-nude body. He was always so hot, like a living breathing heater. Especially that one part. That special, throbbing part that filled me with pleasure and warmth every time we were together. “I don’t want anyone else, either,” I said softly.
Alessio smiled and leaned closer, his mouth claiming mine, his tongue brushing insistently against my lips until I surrendered to him and let him enter. His hand slid from my jaw to the back of my head, his fingers wrapping around my hair and pulling me tight against him. I moaned into his mouth, my legs trembling. I leaned into him, the thin fabric of my dress the only thing keeping my hard nipples from scraping against his bare chest.
With his free hand, Alessio reached down and jerked the hem of my short dress up over my hips, his powerful fingers kneading the curve of my ass. I trembled against him, the fire between my thighs building, transforming into an insatiable inferno that clouded my vision with lust. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I moaned. The pressure of his hand disappeared from my posterior for just a second and then his palm smacked against my ass cheek with a loud slapping sound that echoed through the bedroom. I flinched against him. My legs shaking with an uncontrollable need, I looked up into his eyes. “Alessio…” I began.
He looked at me, a storm raging in his sea-blue eyes. “Run,” he whispered harshly, his voice raw with undisguised lust.
Without a word, without hesitation, I ran from the room and headed for the stairs. When I had first arrived at his home three weeks ago – and after he had taken my virginity – Alessio had explained the rules to me. They were incredibly simple. He would treat me like a princess, giving me anything my heart desired, and in return, I would submit to him whenever, wherever, he wished. I had initially balked at the demand. I wasn’t a whore, on-call to be used whenever it suited him.
But Alessio wasn’t a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type of guy. His skilled touch enflamed my senses, awakening a hunger within me I had never suspected, never dreamed of in my wildest fantasies. I had tried to resist him at times, out of sheer stubbornness, but he always had me panting, begging for release, before he took me. And he always satisfied that hunger.
I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the drawer, cutting a jagged line through the hem of my dress. How much time did I have? He always counted to twenty, and he always took his time, but I had been too busy thinking about the liquid heat burning within my core, the sharp sting of his hand against my ass, and I forgot to keep a count of my own. With a savage jerk, I tore the cut fabric from my dress and ran towards the backdoor.
La caccia. The hunt. It was a little game Alessio liked to play. His warped version of hide-and-seek. If he won, he claimed his prize and fucked me senseless. If I managed to avoid capture… well, I didn’t know what the prize would be for that because I had never avoided capture. At least not yet.
I ran through the backyard, thankful the property was surrounded by a tall, stone wall, wondering what the neighbors might think if they had been able to look over and see a barefoot woman in a red dress running across the immaculate green lawn.
I grabbed the lowest branch on a nearby tree and tossed the scrap of red material from my dress onto the rough bark, making sure it stayed before rushing back to the shrubs near the house. By now, Alessio was hunting. He’d do a quick search through the house, just to make sure, but he was probably already thinking about hiding places out here. In the beginning, his little game had been confined to indoors only, but he had recently started allowing me to come outside to hide, and – like a moth to a flame – I was always drawn to the area that had previously been off-limits.
The door opened quietly and Alessio stepped out, still wearing nothing but a towel. I bit my lip to keep from groaning out loud. The bastard. He knew that wasn’t fair. I flattened myself as much as possible against the wall, hoping the thick shrubbery would conceal me.
He glanced around, a slow smile spreading across his face as his eyes found the red ma
terial on the tree. “You’re getting careless, il mio dolce, but I think this is the first time you’ve climbed a tree so you should be commended for that.” He strolled confidently towards the tree as I slowly made my way to the door, trying not to focus on his broad back or the way the towel clung to his narrow hips.
With one last peek at his mouth-watering body, I slipped back inside the house. Now what? I glanced at the clock as I walked quickly through the living room. If I managed to avoid him for thirty minutes, I’d be considered the winner of the hunt… but I still had about fifteen more minutes to go.
Moving as quietly and quickly as possible, I ran to the door of the connected garage. By now, Alessio probably realized I wasn’t up in the tree. Would he continue to search outside or realize what I’d done? Taking a quick peek towards the backdoor to make sure he wasn’t watching, I opened the door and entered the garage, quietly closing the door behind me.
The concrete floor was warm on my bare feet as I moved around Alessio’s black ’69 Dodge Charger. I wasn’t quite brave enough to try hiding inside. This car was his baby. He had taken me for a ride in it a few times and his pride in the sleek speed-machine was obvious. Besides, he’d spot me easily through the windows or windshield.
I got down on my hands and knees and peeked under the car. The pavement was spotless, with no grease or oil in sight. It would be a tight fit, but he’d never think to look for me under the car. I started to slide under and immediately whacked my head on something. “Fuck,” I whispered sharply, the sharp pain flashing like lightning through my head.
I pressed my cheek to the ground and started to slide under again. Immediately, it felt like a vise had clamped tight around my chest. I only had my head and shoulders under the Charger, but I couldn’t do it. Already, it felt like the huge metal body was just waiting to press down on me, crush me into the ground. Damn it! I pulled back and quickly climbed to my feet, looking around for options. I had wasted too much time on an idea that didn’t work. How much longer did I have?
The door to the house opened and I lunged for the switch that opened the garage door. Alessio entered the garage, his eyes dark, a smile on his face. “I have found you, my piccolo bolide.”
I nodded. “Yeah, but you haven’t caught your little fireball yet.” I flashed him a grin and ducked under the still-raising garage door, racing out into the front yard. How much longer before the half hour was up? I didn’t have a clue but surely I could avoid him a little while longer.
A shout escaped my lips as Alessio slammed into me, pulling me tight against his body as he rolled beneath me, crashing to the ground with me on top of him.
“I got you,” Alessio said, a huge smile on his face.
I smiled back and gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. “Yeah… but can you keep me?” I used his massive chest as a springboard and jumped off of him, planning to run back into the house and lock the door until I knew for sure the half hour was up. A hand wrapped around my ankle like a steel bear trap and I squealed as I went down, catching myself on my hands and forearms.
Before I had a chance to react, Alessio pulled my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together. For a second, I couldn’t figure out what he had used to restrain me. All he had with him was… I gasped at the realization that my Italian lover had used his towel to bind me.
“Alessio,” I gasped, my cheek against the ground. “Are you naked?”
“Si,” he replied, his powerful hands grabbing my hips and lifting my waist into the air until my knees were beneath me.
“Oh my god.” I struggled against the makeshift handcuffs as he pulled my dress above my waist. “Alessio! We’re in the front yard. Someone will see.”
“I have no doubt they will enjoy the show.”
“No,” I grunted. “This is embarrassing.” I struggled to raise up, but his hand pressed down on the small of my back, easily holding me in place. I flinched as his other hand smacked against my ass, my skimpy red thong offering little protection.
“I didn’t tell you to rise,” he said, a sharp edge to his voice. “The hunt is complete… and now I shall take what is mine.” His hand landed on my ass cheek again. “And you will not resist.”
I held my body still but strained to look around to see if we were being watched. “But isn’t this illegal? Public indecency or something?”
Alessio chuckled softly, his hand softly caressing my stinging flesh. “Amore mio, there is nothing indecent about a man loving a woman as beautiful as you.” His fingers slid down between my legs, sliding up and down the lips of her womanhood.
I moaned as a delicious shiver ran through my body, Alessio’s fingers stoking a fire that had slowly been building ever since he told me to run. “But…” I closed my eyes and moaned again, pushing my hips back against his hand. “The police,” I gasped.
He laughed. “You are marrying a very powerful man, amore mio. The police will not cause us any trouble.” His finger began tracing slow circles around my clit. “Of course… if you are truly concerned, I can stop.” His finger slid across my mound and dipped into my slick wet heat. “Do you want me to stop?” A second finger slid into me.
“No,” I moaned, thrusting against his fingers. “Don’t stop.”
“Are you sure?” Alessio asked. His fingers began sliding faster in and out of my pulsating core.
“Oh god,” I gasped. “I’m sure. Don’t stop.” I rocked my hips against his hand, feeling a pleasurable tightness build within me.
“Look at you,” Alessio said. “Riding my hand like a naughty harlot.” His other hand slapped down on my ass. “Is that what you are? A naughty harlot?”
“Yes,” I gasped, reaching for the blinding climax that was licking at the edge of my senses. He removed his fingers from my depths and I groaned in frustration, thrusting back blindly, desperate for release.
“Why should I give someone so naughty what she wants? Shouldn’t someone that’s naughty be punished?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice heavy with need. “Punish me. Spank me for being naughty.” I flinched as his powerful hand smacked down on my ass, and then bit my lower lip as the bite of his hard palm attacked my other bare cheek.
With powerful, decisive strokes, Alessio’s hand came down on one curvy cheek and then the other, alternating with each swing. I squirmed against the towel wrapped around my wrists, the sting of my ass setting my senses on fire. Liquid heat ran down my thighs as my inner muscles clenched, desperate to be filled. “Please,” I gasped breathlessly.
“Please what?” Alessio asked before delivering another stinging blow to my sensitive ass.
“Please fuck me.”
“Will you be a good girl?”
“Yes,” I groaned as his hand smacked down on my ass again.
“Prove it,” Alessio said. He rose to his feet, lifting up on the towel, raising my upper body up off the ground. He walked around in front of me and my eyes were instantly drawn to his throbbing length. “Suck me,” he commanded.
I quickly wrapped my lips around his hot flesh, taking him into my mouth, down my throat, eager to please him so that he’d give me what my body ached for.
Alessio moaned. “Yes, my fiery little angel. Show me how talented your mouth is.”
I swirled my tongue around his rigid shaft as I bobbed my head slowly back and forth. Alessio was the first man I’d ever been with but he had provided numerous opportunities over the past weeks for me to learn how to please him, in addition to showing how well he could please me, fulfilling desires I didn’t even know I had.
Without warning, the sinewy length of him was pulled free from the embrace of my mouth. Alessio looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You’re right,” he said, his voice tight and heavy with lust. “You’re a very good girl.”
He moved behind me, slowly lowering me back to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a car drive by slowly, but I was unable to do anything but moan loudly as Alessio rubbed the thick head of his cock
across my slick wetness. “Yes,” I gasped, unable to resist pushing back against him.
“Be still,” he commanded in a voice laced with steel, followed by another sharp bite from his palm.
I caught my bottom lip in my teeth and whimpered as his steel-hard shaft continued to slowly slide up and down my dripping slit.
“Tell me what you want,” Alessio said, rubbing the head of his cock across my clit.
“You,” I whimpered, my body shaking uncontrollably as I fought to stay still.
“What do you want me to do,” he asked, dragging his cock back along my slit, the throbbing head of his shaft pressing against my entrance.
“Fuck me,” I gasped as he began to slowly slide into my hot, wet sheath.
With his cock barely in me, Alessio whispered, “No, my love. You fuck me.”
“Yes,” I groaned, pushing back against him, sighing with relief as his thickness spread my inner walls. I pushed back until I felt his body against my ass and then pulled forward until just his throbbing head was nestled between my moist lips. I slammed back against him more forcefully, grunting like an animal as he filled me again, my inner muscles clenching around him as I slid back and forth on his steel-hard length.
Alessio remained perfectly still as I fucked myself with his cock, my stomach clenching as the orgasm that had hovered at the edge of my senses grew closer.
“Faster,” he ordered, spanking my ass with his free hand. “Faster!” His hand slapped down against a bare ass cheek again, even harder than before.
I moaned at the sensations burning through my body, slamming myself back repeatedly on Alessio’s shaft. I dug my fingernails into my palms, eyes rolling back in my head as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, washing away everything except for the feeling of Alessio filling me up. He grunted and thrust against me just once, his rod growing hot within me, throbbing against my tight grip as he came. The feeling of his essence filling me triggered another orgasm and I groaned, exploding into a thousand pieces. I heard him talking softly to me but couldn’t make out what he was saying as the world faded to black.
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