Owned by the Mafia Bad Boy (Books 1 - 4)

by Raven Dark

  “Are you ok, Daniella?”

  I wished I could tell him no, that I could say Kane was a brute, anything to get away from him. Especially when my dad used my real name, something he only did when he was unusually stressed, or saying something of the highest importance where he knew no one could hear it. I made myself nod, serious. “Yeah, Daddy, I am.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. Really. I’m okay.”

  He let out a sigh and nodded. “If it gets to be too much…I mean, if you couldn’t handle it, or he got…you know. You tell me, okay?”

  My eyes stung. I knew what he wanted to say. If Kane got mean. Damn it, my first relationship should have been a joyous thing, something I rushed to tell my dad with a fluttering heart and adoring eyes. Not this twisted freak show Kane made of us. Honestly, I’d kill him for playing things off like some sappy romance. Remembering the way he’d been with me, so much more like a lover the first night, I felt that crack that had been in my heart since he’d offered me his deal open just a little wider.

  Not that he could do anything about it if Kane got to be too much, but I nodded. Then I bent down and kissed him on the cheek. When I straightened, and looked at him, I nearly asked him the question that had been on my mind since he’d been shot.

  Who’s my father? My heart twisted with confusion and sadness, but I couldn’t bring myself to deal with that can of worms on top of everything else. I wasn’t ready.

  “Anika, you know I love you, right? I always will.”

  I could feel the unspoken promise in his words. He loved me even though I wasn’t his. I nodded, eyes blurring with tears. “Same here, Daddy.” Daddy. Daddy. I pounded the word into my brain and squeezed his hand. “I’d stay longer, but I have to go to work soon.”

  “Of course. Get gone.” He took my face and pulled me down, kissing my cheek and holding me close. “Go save the world, nurse.”

  “Haha.” I gave his hand one last squeeze. Then, swallowing the lump in my throat, I forced myself to leave him.

  He’s my father. I don’t care if I’m not his blood, he’s my dad.

  6

  Outside, away from my dad, my anger with Kane spiked for the way he’d deliberately baited him. I let David lead me to the elevator, half glad Kane walked a pace ahead of us. Face a mask, ignoring me. As long as he ignored me, I wouldn’t explode on him in the halls.

  Near the elevators, I stopped them both. “David, do me a favor and take the other elevator, please?”

  David gave me an odd look, rose a brow at Kane for approval, and then Kane looked at me. Confusion crossed his face, then he smirked, and I had a feeling I knew what he thought I wanted. Ugh. He thought I wanted to jump him? Only if fucking him included a few broken ribs.

  He nodded to David and the driver took one elevator while Kane led me into the other. The doors closed and he set his hands on my waist. I shoved him as hard as I could and a spike of satisfaction rose in me when he hit the wall. I probably only managed to put him that far because the elevator chose that instant to go down. I jabbed the stop button and ignored his chuckle.

  “What the hell is wrong with you, Davros?”

  “What did I do?” But the laughter in his eyes told me he knew exactly why I was pissed.

  “You sick son of a bitch. Playing this shit show as if it’s a love affair in front of my father when you know he hates you. How dare you.”

  His face went stony alarmingly fast. He crossed his arms. “Would you prefer the alternative, Anika?” His voice was a sinister rasp. “I could have had you walk a pace behind me and not look at you. Order you to bow your head and remain silent. Is that what you want?”

  “No! But you didn’t have to make this whole thing so fucking awkward in front of him.”

  “Oh. How would you have preferred I handled it?”

  “Well…” I opened my mouth, twice, only to close it.

  “Well?”

  “I don’t know. There had to be another way other than to deliberately needle him. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

  “A little, yes.”

  “Why? Why do you like fucking with people’s heads?”

  He reached for me, and I shoved his hand away. His eyes flashed and he grabbed my wrist. “Why?” His eyes were suddenly dark. “Because it’s what I do, Anika. It’s what I’m good at. Learn to live with it. It’s how I work.”

  Why was he being so cruel? So cold? He released my wrist, flinging it away. Somehow, that dismissal felt as painful as if he’d shoved me aside. The crack in my heart split wide open.

  Jabbing the button to get the elevator moving again and keeping his back to me, Kane’s voice was low, and darkly calm. “I have warned you about hitting me, Anika. More than once. There are—”

  “I didn’t hit, I shoved—”

  A low, scary rasp left him. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

  “Why? What are you going to do, blister my ass?” I threw his words at him.

  “No. Your ass needs to heal.” He seemed to be studying the steel doors of the elevator. What was he doing, coming up with a way to punish me? A mix of thrill and trepidation washed over me in a weakening wave. Finally. I’d see the real him.

  When he spoke again, his voice was barely audible.

  “I promised I wouldn’t cost you your job, so I won’t do anything here. But the minute I leave this elevator, you will do exactly as I say.”

  “Which is what?” I hated that not all the shake in my voice was worry.

  “You will find the nearest washroom, and you’ll take off your panties and bra. Meet me at the car, pants and top only.”

  Heart beating like a drum in my ears, I licked my lips. “What are you going to do to me, Sir?” When he got like this, I called him Sir out of reflex. Nothing he said sounded overly kinky, but I knew there had to be more to it than something in the back of the limo.

  “Whatever I damn well please.” He turned, grabbed my chin just long enough to go on. “Sooner or later, you will learn what that contract you signed means. You are lucky I don’t just fuck you right here.”

  Then before I could respond, the elevator opened, and Kane spun and stalked out for the hospital’s main doors.

  * * * * *

  You know what I hated most about what happened in the next hour, before my shift? It wasn’t what Kane did to me, or even the things he said. It was that I didn’t hate either of those as much as I should have, and, every moment between standing alone in that elevator and the moment the real twisted stuff happened, I grew wetter. In one of the hospital bathrooms, I cursed under my breath, pulling off my underwear and bra, then putting my pants and shirt back on. And every second of it, the ache between my legs intensified.

  At the time, when I’d seen it in the contract, I hadn’t thought much about it, beyond seeing it as a confirmation that Kane was as twisted as I’d always been led to believe. The line—and like with the one about his owning my pleasure, I remembered it word for word—had read, The Dominant (Kane) has the right to take his pleasure from the sub (Anika) wherever he chooses, however he chooses, without warning or provocation.

  When I’d seen that, I’d pictured things like, the hotel kitchen, on the living room floor, in his limo, or maybe in the elevator of the hotel. He owned The Lion’s Head, so it would be nothing to do it there and avoid a scandal if anyone saw. Now, I was beginning to see that line was much more literal. True, he might be having me take off my under things for some other reason, but I knew with everything in me that wasn’t the case. Every ounce of my blood heated with the thought of what he might do to me. The question was, where did he intend to do it?

  Last night, he’d described taking me in a theater. Would he do that now? No, I started work in an hour, there wasn’t time. Oh, the not knowing. Somehow, the questions only made my nipples hard.

  Walking out of the hospital, my face flamed, wondering if anyone could tell I wasn’t wearing a bra. I had generous tits. Going braless wasn’t something I could
get in trouble for, not with a baggy shirt on, and my jeans wouldn’t leave much to notice, either. Still, humiliation scalded me, knowing I wasn’t dressed like this because I’d been in too much of a hurry to put a bra on, or because I didn’t have a clean one on hand. I did it because Kane owned me, and it’s what he ordered.

  Shit, I hated him. And fuck, my pussy throbbed.

  Out at the car, I found him already inside waiting. When I got in and David shut the door, Kane didn’t look at me. The distance in his expression, the stiffness in his shoulders made me feel like there was suddenly a chasm between us.

  Sometimes Kane had such a playful, tender side, it made it easy to forget the manipulative ass he was, that he wasn’t to be trusted. Now, he was so cold, so inaccessible, there was no mistaking what he was. The powerful, insurmountably wealthy billionaire and almost kingpin, for whom nothing and no one was off limits. Not even me, apparently. The thought made me a little sad.

  “Pull your pants down and spread your legs.”

  I looked up at him, his unreadable profile, my blood racing hot. David was right there, in the front seat…

  “Did you hear me?”

  I sighed. “How romantic.” Cheeks aflame, I undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees, then sat back and spread my knees for him. Watching him. The truth was, fuck romance, I didn’t want soft and tender. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to despise him so deeply it was all I could do not to break his jaw. The worse he was, the darker he was, the easier it was to hold onto the things that kept me from trusting him. From caring about him.

  In the front seat, David stared straight ahead as he drove through the New York streets. He gave no indication he even saw me, yet I was sitting in the middle of the seat, right in his line of sight, so he must have. Knowing Kane, that was the idea.

  Fresh shame heated my cheeks. Last time he’d punished me, he’d at least had David leave the car. Of course, I couldn’t forget how much more turned on I was, knowing he was just outside of it.

  Kane slid his hand between my legs, stroking my clit, slicking his fingers with my juices. Ramping up my need. “Mmm. Nice and wet for me.”

  I closed my eyes, loathing clawing through me, then looked out the window without seeing the city pass by.

  “Open wider. I want you sitting there spread wide open.”

  “So this is my punishment? To have you humiliate me by getting me off in front of David, again?”

  “Hardly.” Icy cold. “Sit back. I want to touch all of you.”

  “You’re so sweet.” I slid down a little and he turned toward me, pressing me back against the seat. One hand lifted my shirt, exposing my plump breasts, already heavy with arousal, and the other continued to fuck my pussy, slow and almost tender. Kane bent and sucked on each of my nipples, licking them to painful pin pricks. I ran my hands though his hair, the humiliation of what he was doing swirling into an undertow of need.

  “Kane.”

  “Shut your damn mouth, Anika.” He pushed my hands down, then dove his head between my legs.

  “Oh my God.” I could plainly see the back of his driver’s head and my skin turned scalding. How this was punishment? It wasn’t, which meant something much more intense was coming.

  Kane growled against my clit and lapped at me until I rocked my hips, a climax clawing at me. He stopped, and I groaned as the mounting orgasm slid away.

  Then, before I could complain, he put his mouth to my ear. “Now listen to me, and listen well, because I’m only going to say this once, girl.” The heady musk of my own desire made my head swim. “I own you. For the next six months, your body is mine. I like your fire, so I let you have some fight, but the reins are always on, and when you pull too hard, they get yanked in.”

  “You’re not going to make me wear a bridle and a tail, are you?”

  Kane seized my nipple and twisted it so suddenly I almost screamed. “Ow, mother fucker.” He twisted a little harder, and I screwed up my face on a whine.

  “I have a stable, Anika. If I was into pony play, I would saddle you and make you parade in front of my staff.”

  Jesus. Pain pierced through me, and I hissed back a cry.

  “No more mouth from you today, is that clear?”

  “Yes…ow, yes…”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  He switched to the other nipple and I yelped. I swore I saw David tense. My eyes watered.

  “Now. Since you like to mouth off, we’re going to use that mouth good.”

  He released my nipple, and I slumped, breathing hard as the pain dissipated. I stared at him, eyes no doubt glazed with as much pain as need, and I hated that he saw either one. He didn’t give me a chance to ask how he meant to use my mouth.

  Next instant, Kane was on me, knees to either side of me, his huge frame hunched over me in the seat. What the fuck was he doing?

  “Slide down. I want your mouth where my cock is.”

  “Oh…” I let out a shaky sigh. “Son of a bitch…”

  “Do it.”

  Swallowing, I did as he said, sliding down on the seat so that my ass was barely on it. It hit me the seats in this thing were longer than usual, and thank God, or I would have been sitting on the floor. He moved back a little, just long enough to undo his pants. I don’t know why, but the harsh, ragged sound of his breathing excited me, and as he positioned his rock hard cock right at my mouth, wetness dripped from my pussy, pooling on the seat.

  If I’d been expecting anything nicer than the previous night, I was mistaken. Kane grabbed my head and thrust into my mouth. No time to acclimate at all, he didn’t even ease into it. He just fucked my mouth, fast, deep strokes. I gagged and tried to breath, remembering to use my nose only after an instant, without him reminding me.

  I knew what he meant now, by using my mouth. He wasn’t just getting himself off. As he pumped in and out, fisting my hair to control how he took me, all the tenderness I’d ever known in him fell away. In this moment, I was just a hole to him, a slave who couldn’t mouth off, or rile him.

  He pushed especially hard against my throat and I clawed at his ass, his back, half enraged, half needy.

  “From now on, when I tell you to shut your mouth, you shut it.”

  Why the hell was he being so brutal, so dark? My heart raced at the urgency in him. I whimpered helplessly and he grunted, fucking my mouth faster. He had let go of my hair and I heard him fist the back of the seat, the leather audibly bunching,

  “Oh, fuck.” He put his head back, sliding in and out on a groan. His rhythm caused my head to push into the seat, his huge cock the whole of my existence.

  “Push me, Anika, go ahead.”

  Another whimper. I tried to gain some measure of control and he just seized the back of my head making me take it all.

  Then he stopped, so suddenly I blinked at him, dizzy with lust and panting. “Kane, you son of a—”

  “Still haven’t learned your lesson, then?” He swung off me, hastily doing himself up, and then pulling me out of the car by my elbow almost all in one movement. I had about a half a second to realize where we were; David had pulled into an alley somewhere off a side street. It hit me that he’d done so without instruction, but I wasn’t given time to process this. Kane barely let me pull up my pants before he seized my arm and shoved me against a cold brick wall, pinning me there with my back to him.

  “What the hell are you doing, Davros?”

  “What’s it look like?” His huge palm pressed my cheek to the brick, his other hand making quick work of my jeans.

  Heartbeat filling my ears and skin still burning with lust, I tried to get a handle on my breathing. Cars rushed by on the street, making me aware he’d only pulled me just inside the alley enough not to be blatantly out in the open. The sheer ownership in his actions only intensified my want.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

  “Believe it. This is nothing, girl.” I heard his zipper pull down, and then he ya
nked my pants down, baring my ass. There was something so nasty, so dark about the way he did that, I nearly came with the awareness of his intentions alone. “You wanna backtalk me like a bad girl, you can take it like one.” He kicked my legs apart, and then his cock slid up and down the crack of my ass.

  “Aren’t you worried people might hear? That you’ll tarnish that spotless, good boy reputation?”

  His palm smacked my ass, and I cried out, cursing. The pain went straight to my core, and my nipples bunched painfully.

  I shouldn’t have liked being owned this much, but apparently my body hadn’t gotten the memo, When I clawed at his hips behind me, he pulled my hands behind my back and I heard his tie slip from around his neck. In the next instant, he’d wound it around my wrists, tying them just tight enough there was no way I was getting out of it. Something clicked, and then a cool gel of some sort slicked my asshole.

  “I’m not going to go easy, but I won’t cause damage. I hurt you too much, I want you to squeeze my hand.”

  “But why can’t I just say my safe word? It’s—” Before I could get the word “Pinky” out, he shoved something into my mouth. Okay, so that’s why. One hand slipping in mine with an odd care—allowing me to squeeze it if I needed an out—his other fist guided the head of his cock to my unused ass.

  A momentary warmth suffused me at his taking care to give me an escape and I tamped it down. He was probably just preserving his slave.

  “Take a deep breath,” he commanded.

  I did, eyes closed, breathing ragged. His cock pushed at my back entrance, stretching it, and pain zipped around the opening, sharp, making me whimper around the gag. He paused long enough for me to angle my ass for him, and then slid slowly into me.

  “Oh, fuck, angel.” The sexy sound of his need, his straining for control ramped up my own arousal and I wriggled against him, making him twitch inside me. “You feel as incredible as I knew you would.”