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

by Raven Dark

  “Oh my God, Kane.” She chuckled.

  “Good?” I sat up between her legs, jerking them up to my shoulders. Unzipping my pants and taking out my cock, already hard as a steel spike.

  “Wait…let me return the favor.” She moved to sit up, but I shoved her down and held her legs still on my shoulders.

  “Just stay there. No way would I last with your mouth sucking me. I need to be inside you.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her eyes sparkled with warmth and appreciation, and something much deeper I didn’t know the name for. I’d never seen a woman look at me like that, with so much emotion. I didn’t deserve it, but it made me feel like a king.

  Over the years, I’d grown accustomed to seeing hatred in people’s eyes when they met me. With women the hatred was usually tied in with lust and need, but I’d never seen anything like what shone in Anika’s eyes now, so open and warm. Like she belonged to me in a way that went far beyond our contract.

  Every inch of me needing to be connected to her, I cradled her hips and angled my cock, rubbing it slowly along her soaking pussy. “God, Anika. I need you.”

  “Do it. Fuck me, Kane. Fuck me until I can’t see straight.” She slid her hands down and spread her shaved labia for me, eager.

  Blood rushing hard and fast, I slid slowly into her, burying myself balls deep. I held her hips in place and slid out, then back in, stretching her, letting her feel every inch of me. She hissed between her teeth and rocked her hips, meeting my thrusts.

  “Fuck, yes…” She gripped the edge of the bed behind her and rocked faster until I held her still.

  “Stop that. Let me please you. Let me take care of you.”

  She groaned her frustration but lay still, waiting.

  “Good girl.” I smirked and then thrust into her hard. Slid out, then hammered back in. I let her drop her legs, but hooked them over my arms, keeping them spread.

  “Oh, shit, Kane.” She panted, her muscles flexing in effort not to fuck me back.

  “Angel, Jesus Christ. You make me crazy.” The effort it took for her to fight off her need made me twitch violently inside her. I seized her hips, slamming them into me. She gave the most delicious primal cry, throaty with desperation, and my control snapped. I lifted her hips up, putting her at a better angle and took her savagely. “Yeah, oh yeah. Come.”

  Anika thrashed wildly, head craned back, clawing at my thigh with one hand, the other gripping the bed with white knuckles. “Oh fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

  Damn, listening to my woman come was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. I pounded her until I exploded inside her, filling her with my seed.

  With us both panting, I pulled out and lay beside her, wrapping her in my arms.

  “Wow.” Anika gave a soft, shaky chuckle and slid her arms around me. It occurred to me that she didn’t try to pull away from me or make some glib comment about my not being into cuddling. In fact, when I held her, she snuggled closer, not even seeming to realize what she’d done. “That was intense.”

  “Yeah.” A ridiculous grin stretched across my face. Then the smile faded. I almost wished she wasn’t taking contraceptives. It was so easy to imagine my seed creating life in her, to visualize her growing big with my child.

  The implications in that thought hit me hard and I buried my face in her curls before she could look up from my chest and see its impact on my face.

  “Sleep, my angel. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

  She mumbled her dread over my dealing with the agent, over dinner with my father.

  Fuck, I hated the sense of disappointment I felt that life would never be created between us, but it was best for everyone. No child meant no one else for my father to corrupt and destroy year after year, wearing him down the way he’d almost done with me. No child meant there wouldn’t be someone else that could be used against Anika to hurt her when she stepped out of line. It sickened me that, come the day after tomorrow, thanks to my father, she’d see first hand just how terrifying my world could get.

  Anika’s breathing evened out in sleep. I held her tight, and tried not to think of the family I’d never have with the only woman who believed in me enough to think my life worth saving.

  I also hoped to fucking hell I could protect her from whatever horrors my father might bring.

  8

  The next night, when Kane walked around the table for the hundredth time, correcting my every action, I nearly lost it.

  It was just after dark. We’d been sitting in his hotel suite for over an hour, a small table he’d had moved in here sitting between us. Two place settings sat on the table, one for me, one across from me, as if for him, but there was no food on the plates, and he never took his seat. Instead, he gave me order after order. Sit up straight. Shoulders back. Elbows off the table. Don’t backtalk, don’t ask questions. Every move I made seemed like it wasn’t good enough and he’d stop me, making me do it again.

  We’d spent the entire day with him coaching me, preparing me for dinner with his father tomorrow. When we weren’t going over my behavior, with Kane drilling etiquette into me, we were preparing me in other ways. Shopping for the new clothes I’d have to wear to dinner, getting me waxed, then a pedicure, then a manicure, all followed up with some sort of facial mask put on my face for an hour while Min droned on about proper skin and hair care.

  By early evening, when we’d started practicing dinner etiquette, I was ready to lock myself in a room with a long movie, an inappropriately large bowl of ice cream, and my favorite worn out housecoat and slippers. We’d been so busy running around all day, I was surprised I’d managed to visit my father for a half hour or so.

  Figures, though, however much my mind buzzed with the need to know who my real father was, once I was with him, I couldn’t get the words out. Oh, umpteen times, I’d opened my mouth to ask, but I always stopped myself, commenting on whatever show he was watching instead.

  How was I supposed to ask him such a thing? How was I supposed to ask the man who raised me who my father really was, and how it was that he’d come to be the man I called dad? Did I even want to know? Once the genie was out of the bottle, I couldn’t put him back in. Was I ready for the truth? My life was already complicated enough. Did I want to add another complication like that?

  I wished the thought of hearing my real father’s name didn’t make me feel like shaking, as if everything I’d known to be true was a lie. So I kissed him goodbye, the question still tumbling through my mind, unasked.

  Before leaving, I did ask my father if he knew the man who’d tried to shoot him, but he said he didn’t. Something nagged at me about that incident, something I almost remembered, but couldn’t put my finger on. Every time I tried to form the thought, it skittered away.

  “No. Hold your fork the way I showed you, not in your fist.”

  I sighed and held the silver fork lightly, dainty as my long hands could manage.

  “Better. But lose the attitude.”

  Ugh. An hour into this and already I wanted to throw my fork at him. My back hurt from sitting so straight it felt unnatural, my fingers were cramping from the way I had to hold the fork, and the red wine he had me practice sipping made my nose twitch with the sour grape smell. Never had I been so self conscious of my every move.

  I’d never liked any sort of liquor, but Kane insisted I’d have to look like I drank it while at his father’s. His dad didn’t trust people who didn’t drink, and he considered it rude for his guests not to indulge in the wine he imported from Italy. Now, I thought I could imagine how Fran felt at that finishing school she told me about.

  “Are you going to make me wear bows in my hair, too?”

  “No. But Anika, if my family insisted that women wear purple dresses with yellow polka dots on them, then that’s what you would wear to dinner.”

  I made a mocking ‘oh’ with my mouth. Kane stalked around the table to my side. “Anika, you need to take this seriously.”

  “Why? What does it ma
tter if I hold my fork right, or sit straight? Your father can’t be that concerned with trivial things like that.”

  “He is. My father needs to believe I see you as property. That means, in his house, you do what he says, exactly how he wants.”

  “But if I’m your property, don’t you have a right to conduct our relationship as you see fit?”

  “Yes.” He poured wine, filling the glass partway for the second time that night. “This isn’t about you appeasing my father. It’s about him never being allowed to see me as weak.”

  “Which means your control over me must be absolute.”

  “Yes. If you step out of line, even for an instant, it reflects on me. One misstep, and he’ll make sure we both pay for it.”

  I snapped my head up, catching the ominous sound of that. I didn’t want to know exactly how Daddy Davros might make me or Kane pay for any indiscretion I made. “Is it really that bad? Is that how you live?”

  “No.” He set the wine down and met my eyes. “It’s how you stay alive.”

  My face paled. Slowly, it hit home exactly how dangerous his dad was. Suddenly I felt a pang of sadness for him. The pain in his eyes made my throat tighten. At once needing to touch him, I stood up, went around the table, and took his face in my hands. “Kane, what did he do to you?”

  He let out a breath through his nose, and for a moment as he squeezed my hand, I thought he was going to tell me. Instead, he looked past me, at a spot on the wall. “Just sit down, Anika. Get on with your training.”

  Everything in me longed to break open the thick shell he’d built around himself, but I didn’t dare. His past was an intensely personal thing, one I had a feeling was full of nightmares I had no right to expect him to divulge. Besides, whenever I pushed too hard, he only withdrew, distancing himself again.

  Last night, we’d made so much progress. He’d opened himself to me, almost seemed like a different person. I wanted that again, to feel like I understood him, saw the real him, but how, when I knew what it cost him? The seriousness of the situation radiated from him. I nodded and sat down again, straightening my shoulders. If being the perfect little Mafia slave would keep us safe, then I would be the most perfect one there was. “Ok. Show me how to hold the wine again.”

  Another hour passed and Kane went over an exhaustive list of rules. Each one made my brows climb higher. I wasn’t to discuss anything women didn’t discuss in public. No sports, no politics, no religion. I answered only when spoken to, even by him. One word answers only for his father, and never, ever give him more information that I had to.

  “There’s something I don’t understand.” I poured myself a drink of water and took a gulp to clear away the potent taste of the wine. “You have eight other brothers, and you’re the youngest, right? Then how is it that you’re the next in line to take over your father’s business? Shouldn’t it be the oldest?”

  “I have eight half-brothers. I have no full-blooded siblings.” Kane straightened the white sleeve of his silky shirt. God, he looked so hot in silk.

  “So you have a different mother, then.”

  “All of my brothers have different mothers. Only I am the son to my father’s wife.”

  “Wow. Victor Davros got around in his day.”

  Kane’s mouth became a hard line, though I thought I saw amusement in his eyes at the annoyance in my voice before it vanished. “My father likes variety. It’s a Davros tradition of sorts.”

  “What, having many women?” I thought of Gala and my chest tightened.

  “Focus, Anika. Pick up your wine glass.”

  But I couldn’t let go of this chance to get him talking. I was close, I could feel it.

  “It must have been difficult, growing up with all these boys who weren’t really your brothers.”

  “I only grew up with one of them. Oliver’s mother died when he was a baby, so my father raised him with me. Begrudgingly, I might add. To me, he is my brother.”

  I nodded. If I remembered from what Fran and I had read about Kane’s family, Oliver was a few years older, and the only one who had anything to do with Victor Davros’ business, other than Kane. The others wanted nothing to do with it, or him. From what I knew of Victor, there was no question as to why. I shuddered to imagine what Kane’s childhood must have been like, having to grow up with a man like that. At least he had Oliver to bond with.

  Kane had me reiterate the rules for him again, what topics were off limits with his father, what weren’t.

  Once I was done, I shook my head at him. “What does your father think this is, the fifteenth century?”

  “Anika.” But a ghost of a smile touched his lips as he sat slowly across from me. “You can’t do that. You can’t challenge my father, or me, in front of him. Ever. No mouthing off.”

  “Okay, okay. I get it. One word answers.”

  “Good. Seen and not heard, remember.”

  “Right. And spare the rod, spoil the woman?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Fuck, I was being flippant.”

  “I’m not.”

  “This is demented. Will I have to call you Master, like I did at The Dungeon, in front of Gavini?”

  “No, Sir is fine.” When I gave him a puzzled look he sighed patiently. “My family is funny that way. They want the appearance of owning a slave among people who accept that way of life, but they want the trimmings that make it feel like something more civilized. That’s the reason my family usually allows them to have jobs. It looks good on them. Plus, it helps to avoid questions from outsiders.”

  “Jesus. And she really has to be there?”

  “Who?”

  “Gala.”

  “Yes.”

  “Why? Why would he do that? Who does that, putting a man’s two women in the same room?”

  “My father does.”

  “Just to get to you?”

  “Yes. Or both of you.”

  “What if he presses me, though? On something I shouldn’t talk about? Us, Gala?”

  “We’ll deal with that. Because he will.”

  I stared. “He will? He’ll try to get me to talk about off limit stuff? Why?”

  “It’s what he does. He likes to fuck with your head, make you slip up. And then punish you when you fall into his traps.”

  Memories swirled in his eyes before they hid themselves behind a mask of stoicism. My stomach roiled for him.

  “Anika, listen to me. No matter what my father does, you don’t let him rile you. You will want to run. You can’t. And if you backtalk either of us, I won’t be able to help you. I’ll have to make it right. Do you understand?”

  Make it right. I swallowed. “You mean you’ll have to punish me. In front of him.”

  “Yes.”

  “He’s sick.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Now I think I know why my father hates him. Why he wanted me to hate him.”

  “Your father likely never saw the real monster in him. Most don’t.”

  Before I could stop myself, I grabbed his hand. “Kane.”

  He paused and looked at me.

  “Look, I know I don’t really understand this life, the way you have to live. But I’m trying. I want to help you. Please, just let me in.”

  Without a word, he reached out across the table and cupped my chin, his eyes soft. The agony it took to keep me at a distance was almost tangible in him. He wanted to let me in. I wished I knew why he was so convinced he couldn’t. Especially when I couldn’t help thinking that it was because he thought I couldn’t handle it.

  “Okay. Let’s go over the rules again. I want to make sure I don’t fuck this up.”

  I’d never been so scared to meet a man’s parents in all my life, but then I doubted most girls would risk getting killed if they spilled the wine. It unsettled me, but some part of me needed to do this for him, needed to show him I had what it took to make us work.

  The first real smile I’d seen on him all day pulled at his lips
. “You won’t fuck up. You can do this. I know you can.”

  Privately, his confidence warmed my heart. I just wished I felt as sure of myself as he was.

  An hour later, David knocked on the door to the hotel suite with the first piece of good news we’d had all day.

  “We found Agent Hadler, sir.”

  Beside me on the couch, Anika sat up and grabbed the TV remote, turning down the movie we were watching to listen to him. A mix of relief and dread rushed through me, the same thing I could see when I glanced at her. As long as we could make Hadler talk, we’d get the information we needed to use against Dominic. But what kind of horrible things would we have to put him through before he gave that information up?

  I stood up. “Where did you find him? Do you have him secure?”

  “I found him coming out of a bar downtown. Don’t worry about the specifics. The less you know the better. The important thing is, I’ve got him where we need him, at the old meat factory.”

  Guilt made my gut clench, and I stamped it down flat. This was the only way to protect Anika and her father. Dominic wouldn’t be stopped without heavy ammunition, and the agent was the key.

  “Perfect. Begin the interrogation. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

  Anika stood up and I glanced at her. She looked pale-faced, but determined. I rubbed her back.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” She swallowed. “We’re really going to do this then.”

  “Anika, you don’t need to be involved in this. David can take you away from here. You’ll stay in Bel Air—”

  “I told you, I am involved. I’m not leaving you alone in this. Just tell me the plan.”

  I opened my mouth to speak, but David cut me off.

  “Mr. Davros, you need to understand something.” He put his hand on my shoulder, and for the first time, with the solemn look on his face, it hit me how much I considered him a friend. “Agent Hadler…I don’t know him well. He started after I left the Bureau—”