Owned by the Mafia Bad Boy (Book Five)

by Raven Dark

  Looking over my shoulder at him while I flicked the water on, I was about to tell Kane this, when I saw his smile. He looked around the cubicle. “Oh, I like this. I wish I’d brought handcuffs.” The wicked light in his eyes took me out of the scene for a moment, and I grinned.

  “Next time.”

  After stripping off his clothes, he stepped in and shut the door. I had about a half a second to see his cock, jutting up from between his legs, long and thick and gorgeously hard, before he slid his hand into my hair, gripping it hard enough to make me gasp. His hot breath fanned my ear.

  “Don’t look at me like that, like this is going to be a cakewalk for you. I’m going to spend the night using you up the way you’re meant to be used.”

  Just like that, he was back in scene again. The cold-hearted sex fiend I loved. Fuck, I missed him.

  He spun me to face him. Normally the shower was big enough for me, with a little room to move around, but with Kane in there, towering over me, it felt cramped and tiny. His massive frame blocked the door, wide shoulders taking up the whole space. Making me feel small and trapped. His kissable lips pressed into a hard, merciless line. I wished he’d kiss me, needed to feel his mouth possessing mine, but I had a feeling he had something else in mind.

  “How may I please you, Sir?” Somehow it seemed fitting that I say that right then.

  “Get on your knees. I’m going to fill every one of your perfect little holes, starting with that smart-ass mouth.”

  The low burn between my legs intensified, begging to be sated. Yes, yes, yes.

  Almost salivating for the taste of his hardness, I got down on my knees. There was enough room for me to kneel in front of him, but just barely. The craving for the roughest of his dominance coursed through me like fire. I stroked his cock a few times and took him into my mouth, loving the smooth hardness of him, like silk over steel.

  A sexy as sin moan escaped him, and Kane put his head back. Hands on the walls to either side of him, he thrust into my mouth, giving me no time to grow accustomed to him.

  Opening for him, I followed his rhythm, lapping and licking the way he liked. I made a tight ring around him when he thrust in and out, offering the friction he needed.

  “Oh, fuck. I missed this. You were made to suck me off.”

  The sheer possession in his words made me wetter. I smiled around a mouthful of dick, backing my head up and teasing him with my tongue.

  He growled and grabbed the back of my head, shoving himself in, to the back of my throat. I groaned, making his cock grow harder, and he bucked his hips, fucking my face fast and hard. Hand trapping my head, so I had to take him.

  Fuck, I loved when he did this. His roughness almost made me come right then.

  “Just think. From now on, you’ll spend every night doing this. When I want, how I want.”

  Oh, god, yes. I sucked him eagerly.

  I expected him to shoot down my throat, but when he got close, he pulled out, hauled me to my feet and shoved me against the wall. Well, as much as he could with the bars there.

  Then his mouth was on mine, crushing, wet and hot. He ate at my mouth, teeth scraping mine, hands tangled in my hair. Then his lips were everywhere else, my neck, my nipple, then the other. I groaned and gripped the upper bar behind me, arching my back for him while he sucked.

  “So fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes…”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He groaned and flicked my nipple with his tongue until it was almost painfully hard. Then he grabbed my ass, hoisted me onto his hips, and slid inside me nice and deep.

  “Spread those legs and let me fuck you.”

  Eyes closed, head back, I did as he said, opening wide for him and letting him plow into me, hard, hot thrusts I could feel all the way to my toes. Kane grasped my ass hard with his palms, and the pain made me rock my hips faster for him. He sucked on the column of my throat, then put his hand around it, adding just the right pressure to remind me of his control over me.

  “Oh my God, Kane, yes, yes!”

  His hand clamped over my mouth and he went wild, intensifying my screams.

  “Come. Show me how you love what I do to you.”

  I did, thrashing against him, gripping the bar and riding a wave of release so high and hard it tore me to shreds. As I tumbled over the edge, Kane bit my ear and hammered his way to his fulfillment.

  We stood there, holding each other, panting. Then Kane eased me down and washed us both off. When we finished, he dried us off. Caring for me with a warmth he’d never shown before.

  “You promised you’d use all of me, Sir.” I teased. “You missed a hole.”

  With only a smirk, he yanked me into the bedroom, shoved my face down on my bed, tied me to my headboard with my stockings, got between my legs and yanked my hair back hard.

  “No, I didn’t.” His voice was a rumble in my ear.

  He found the lube he kept in the pocket of his pants. I grinned over my shoulder at him.

  “I love how you carry lube in your pocket.”

  “Always have to be prepared.” He lubed up my ass, swatted one cheek hard, and I whimpered.

  He took his need out on me in his favorite way, riding me until I came apart again. My headboard pounded the wall, and he didn’t care. Neither did I.

  When he finished, deep inside me, he panted and left a trail of kisses up and down my back. I lay splayed and tied under him, totally owned.

  “Shit, Kane, I missed you so much.”

  “I’ll have to work harder then.” He chuckled.

  A shot time later he untied me, rolled me onto my back, lay beside me. The warmth of his body seeped into me, relaxing me. He looked down at me in the moonlight.

  “I’ve meant to ask you, Kane. Did you ever find out who put the bug in your room?”

  “Oh. Yeah.” He shook his head, looking let down. “It was one of my maids. I guess my father offered to pay off her grandma’s medical bills if she worked for him. I wish she’d have told me she was having problems. I would have helped her.”

  “I’m sorry.” I caressed his smooth cheek with my fingers.

  Hating to give him more bad news, I licked my lips.

  “What is it?” He laid soft kisses on my eyelids, my nose, my mouth.

  “It’s just, there’s something you need to know about Kelly.”

  “I know. She left you alone when I told her not to. If she hadn’t, my father wouldn’t have been able to hurt you. It’s okay, I—”

  “No. Kane, there’s more to it than that. She was still there when your father found me.” I shuddered at the memory. “She watched him choke me and walked away.”

  His brows shot up. “Christ.”

  “I think she was helping him.”

  “Yeah, you’re probably right. But it doesn’t matter. She’s gone. I fired her after the charity auction.”

  Relieved, I traced his lips with my thumb. Then I pushed him onto his back and looked down at him. He let me, eyes sparkling.

  “What are you up to?” he whispered.

  “Just tell me something?”

  “Mm.”

  “What made you change your mind? What made you come after me?”

  “David.”

  “What?”

  “Well, him and Pinky.”

  “Now, this I have to hear.”

  He looked at the ceiling. “David made me realize how stupid I’d been. Of course, I only came to my senses after I punched him.”

  I let out a nervous chuckle. “You punched David?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Nice, Davros. Always trying to solve everything with your fists.” I kissed his knuckles.

  He swatted my ass lightly. Then he cupped my face lovingly with the other hand. “Then I found that damned stuffed pig, and here I am.”

  “You owe David large.”

  “I know. I’ll give him a raise.” He snorted. “Another five dollars an hour oug
ht to do it, for stopping me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”

  “So, now what?”

  He sighed, and the same uncertainty I felt flickered across his face. He pulled me closer. “I don’t know. All I know is, it might not be right away, but I’m marrying you, and I don’t care who I have to kill to do it.”

  When I climbed onto him, straddling his waist, he stilled me with his hands on my hips, his face serious. “I want you collared, Anika. I mean, with a nice collar you pick out, not one of those traditional slave ones I bought you.”

  “I’d like that.” My heart swelled with joy.

  “Good. We’ll buy two. A nice fancy one for when we play, and a more subtle one you’ll wear when in public. We’ll pick them out tomorrow.”

  I nodded.

  “Look, we need to be careful. We can’t tell anyone what’s happening yet. Not until my father is…”

  “I know. I’ll play the slave until it's safe.” I ran my hands up and down his chest, letting him know I understood the role was necessary to protect us.

  “Look, whatever happens, I love you, but you need to understand. In public, things have to be different.”

  “I know. You have to play the bad guy. I get it.”

  “People have to think I control you. Can you handle that?”

  “Yes. If I know it’s all an act, it’ll be okay.”

  “Good. The only one we’ll tell the truth to for now is Gala, and only because this affects her too.”

  “Right.”

  He ran his hands up and down my back. “Listen, did your father give you any hint of who your mother was? He said Gavini was your birth father, but what of her? It might be nice to find her so she can come to the wedding.”

  An icy chill raced through me at the thought of what my father had said. “I’m not so sure. He started to tell me, right before he passed out. But something about the way he said it made it sound like, whomever she is, she’s even more dangerous than Gavini.”

  “You’re kidding.” He made a face. “How do you get worse than him?”

  “I don’t know. But I get the feeling whoever the rest of my family is, I’m better off staying as far from that poisonous tree as possible.”

  He nodded. “Agreed. But one day you may want to know, and if you do, that’s okay, too. If you ever change your mind, I’ll help you. Anything you need.”

  A smirk pulled at my lips. “And what would be your price, Davros? You know what they say. Dealing with a Davros always comes with a price.”

  He snorted again. Then he sat up slightly, raking his hand through my hair. “You have to fuck me every night.”

  “Draw up the contract. I’m all in.”

  He chuckled a rich, satisfied sound. When he flipped me onto my back, I whooped. He kissed me long and possessively on the mouth. Drawing back, his eyes were full of protective promise. “Everything’s going to be okay, now that we’re together.”

  I nodded. “I know.”

  For the first time in my life, I was truly starting to believe it was true. Oh, if only we had known how wrong we were.

  “David, by the time you finish checking the car, the show will be over. Come on, I’m sure it’s fine.”

  David slid out from under the car on a creeper, stood up, and brushed off his slacks. “After that accident you two had in Big Bear, I’m not taking any chances.”

  I clapped him on the shoulder and took Anika’s hand beside me. We stood in the underground parking lot of the Lion’s Head Hotel, David having just finished checking over the black Jag I’d planned to drive Anika in, first to dinner, then a play at one of the prestigious theaters in Manhattan.

  “So it’s fine, right?” Anika said, looking over the polished car. “No sign of tampering?”

  “No. I still would rather you let me take you two.”

  “Nope. I want to give Anika one normal, casual date night before things get too hairy to allow for one. With all the meetings I have this week, I won’t be around much for a while.”

  Anika rubbed my arm and David reluctantly nodded, opening the passenger side door for her. “Very well, sir. Enjoy the evening.”

  I went around and got in the driver’s side, with a nod of thanks for David. Grinning, he left, and I turned to Anika. I could have stared at her all night. She was a vision in the slinky, long black dress Min had designed for her. It left her back bare in a v to the waist, clung to her curves in a sensuous mermaid look, and the velvety look of it reminded me of the blackest night. A slit up the side rode to her hip. Looking at that slit made me hard, sent visions of me ripping the dress up to her waist and hammering her until we both cried out in release, so I kept my eyes on her face until my dick calmed down. I wouldn’t cheapen the night by taking her before I delivered on the special evening I promised her.

  “You look so fucking beautiful.” I traced her smooth jaw with the backs of my fingers, loving the way her hair flowed down her back like flames.

  Her cheeks turned pink. Amazing how she could still blush after everything we’d done together. “Are you trying to seduce me, Kane?”

  “I have to try, do I?”

  She shook her head, and the tiered diamond earrings in her ears swayed, glittering in the low overhead light. She pressed a kiss to my palm. “Are you going to tell me what play you’re taking me to see?”

  “Nope. It’s a surprise.”

  “Damn.”

  I chuckled.

  After an exquisite dinner of lobster on linguini, we headed to Broadway, to the theater. We parked in a spot I usually reserved in advance, sectioned off so that no one could park within several feet in any direction. It kept away the press, and it was positioned toward the back of the theater to allow a private entry away from anyone who’d cause a sensation.

  The whole way to the theater, I’d kept checking behind us to make sure we weren’t being followed, the way we must have been in Big Bear. Protectiveness for Anika was making me paranoid. I didn’t see anyone suspicious, but as we crossed the lot, I couldn’t help holding her close to me and scanning the street, the lot. Still nothing, and yet I couldn’t completely relax.

  Inside, as we were escorted up to a private viewing box, Anika saw the banner for Les Miserables and her eyes sparkled with delight and surprise.

  “I didn’t know you liked theater, Davros.”

  “Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone. Reputation and all that.” I wrapped her arm around mine. I’d wanted to make this as casual a date as I could, but this was as average as I could manage without causing a sensation in itself.

  “I’ve always wanted to see this one. Fran saw it once with her family.” She took her seat. I slid into the one beside her.

  The concierge handed me a program, and I gave it to Anika.

  She spent the whole play leaning close into me, head on my shoulder while she watched the stage. I could feel the thrill of the night radiating from her, and I smiled secretly to myself.

  The truth was, I knew in the coming weeks, things would get messy, and not just when we started plotting my father’s downfall. Everything we did would have to be planned out with care, allowing no one—not Dominic, not this mystery woman, and not my father—to take advantage of any missteps.

  I had to begin planning a wedding to Gala as if it was going to go ahead within a month. We had to lay the groundwork to make it look like Anika and her father would disappear, and find the identity of the Ferrera woman. We needed to discover what her interest in Anika was, and take care of her before she could pose any further threat to us. Add to that a slew of meetings, and we wouldn’t have time to breathe, much less enjoy being together. I meant to give my Anika one last chance to be a woman in love before I returned to being the almost-kingpin who so many feared, and she had to don the role of mafia slave.

  The only bright side to all this was, that night when we told Gala about our plans to marry, she’d be thrilled. She’d wanted me to settle down since our teens, and now she was finally getting her wi
sh.

  When the play ended, I walked Anika out to the lot, arm in arm. She smiled, her cheeks glowing.

  “That was fantastic. I can’t wait to tell Fran I finally saw it.”

  “How do you think she’ll handle us being together after what happened?” I asked as I opened the passenger side door for her. “How much does she know about what happened between us?”

  “No real details, only that we broke up. She won’t be happy, but eventually, I’ll make her see why I love you.” She slid into the passenger’s seat.

  I claimed her mouth in a quick kiss. I didn’t deserve her.

  After I got in the driver’s side and shut the door, I looked at her. “We’ll be able to tell her everything one day.

  “I know.”

  I took out my keys and pushed the right one into the ignition. “I know how hard it must be to—“ As I turned the key, the ignition made an odd clicking sound and I froze. I’d only ever heard that sound once, years ago.

  Years ago, when my father had started a car, and someone had rigged it to explode.

  “Kane, what’s wrong?” Anika’s voice shook.

  I didn’t even bother to answer. Instead, I threw open my door, grabbed her up in my arms, flung myself out of the car, and rolled away from it with her as a resounding boom shattered the night. Flames roared behind us, the sound deafening.

  Slowly, I sat up, pulling back from Anika. I’d instinctively covered with my body, facing so that my back was to the blast just in case we didn’t get far enough to escape the flames. All around us, theater staff were rushing away from the blaze, while others hurried to put out the fire. Patrons who stood at a far enough distance took out phones, snapping pictures, recording. Luckily, since the parking area was isolated from the general public, no one had been close enough to the blaze to have been hurt. Anika sat up, staring at the burning wreckage.

  “Holy shit.” She looked at me. “Kane, how did you know?”

  “The ignition. It made a weird clicking noise. Angel, are you okay?” I touched her leg. She had a wicked looking scrape on her knee, and another on her thigh where the dress was slit.