Owned by the Mob Boss

by Ashley Hall

  Again, I pulled back. I needed to feel her warm, soft skin pressed against mine. Before I could rip off my shirt, Rachel came at me, kneeling on the bed, her fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons.

  Screw that. Too slow. I ripped my shirt open, and buttons flew everywhere. There. Much faster. Much better.

  Her eyes widened as she glanced at the nearest button. “Do you make it a habit of ruining shirts?”

  “Do you make it a habit of talking when you’re supposed to be kissing?” I countered with a devilish smile.

  In response, she pushed aside the two parts of my shirt, leaned forward, and licked my nipple. Damn it all, if I wasn’t the one moaning now. This girl sure knew how to work her tongue. She wasn’t holding back at all. She was either a really hard worker, or she knew her way around a man’s body. Maybe she wasn’t quite as innocent as she appeared.

  “Do you like being told what to do?” I asked, wondering just how far she would let me go, how far I could push her, if she would be willing to do whatever I asked of her.

  “I like being told…sometimes.” She bit her lower lip but then smiled, her eyes bright.

  Rachel didn’t look ill at ease at all. Was she the same nervous, jumpy girl from the bar? Maybe the bar scene wasn’t hers, but the bedroom sure seemed to be her domain. And I appreciated that.

  “Only sometimes?” I brushed my fingers lightly up her bare arms to her shoulders and flicked down her tank top straps. Her skin was so soft and smooth. “What about the rest of the time?”

  “Sometimes I like to be the one to tell what to do.” She lifted a shoulder, still smiling.

  “And if you could tell me what to do, what would you say?” I asked.

  I wasn’t promising that I would give it to her—in fact, I probably wouldn’t. I needed to be in control at all times. I needed that in my life. Too much was outside of my control as it was that I needed the assurance that I had power, even here, in the bedroom. Not all women appreciated that, and none have given me quite exactly what I needed. It was too much to hope that Rachel would be the one to deliver that, though.

  “I would want…” Her head down, she peered up at me from beneath lowered lashes. God, she was pretty. “I would want us to…”

  “To what?” I stared at her, taking in how she was pulling slightly away and how she was biting her lip again. I made her nervous. She did her damnedest to hide it, but I could still tell. Not all nerves were bad, though, right?

  Because I wanted this to be good for her, not just for me. We might have to have sex for a little while before she became pregnant, so we might as well pleasure each other while we were at it. And I was all about pleasure in the bedroom. This was the first time I was ever mixing business with pleasure. I never thought that I would pay for sex, but this was different. She wasn’t mine. She wasn’t a whore. She would give me an heir, and I would give her money and pleasure, too, as an added bonus. It wouldn't just be quickies between us. It wouldn’t just be cock into pussy.

  She refused to look at me. “I would want us to keep our eyes open,” she said in a rush.

  Now that I hadn’t expected at all. Maybe a certain position or for me to lick her pussy, but that? Keeping our eyes open? A simple request. A sweet one.

  A tender one.

  One I could grant easily.

  I nodded and kissed her deeply, keeping my eyes open. At first, hers fluttered close, but then she opened them too, and there was something so incredibly erotic about kissing her with our eyes open that I yanked her toward me, my hands caressing up and down her back in firm strokes beneath her tank top. My fingers dipped down, beneath her small panties, to grip her tight ass, and I ground our pelvises together.

  She gasped as I shifted her slightly to ensure we were properly aligned, and I knew then that I had her. Her skin was so soft beneath my fingers, and I was probably bruising her a little, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to touch her, to decrease the space between us, and she wasn’t complaining. If anything, she was bruising me back as she gripped my back under my shirt. Her nail scraped down my back, and I shivered as a shot of pleasure went straight to my cock.

  “What are you doing to me?” I might have asked, except we were dueling with our tongues, planting kisses all over our faces and necks. With our heavy breathing, she might not have heard me anyhow.

  I couldn’t handle this anymore. How did we still have so many clothes on? Bare skin. I needed to feel all of her, to touch all of her, to see her naked body.

  I tried to disentangle ourselves so that I could remove her tank top, but I ended up ripping it. Accidentally. It really was an accident.

  She pressed a hand firmly to my chest. Crap. Was she pissed?

  Why did I care if she was? I’d just buy her a new one. Two even.

  But she didn’t say anything. She removed the torn tank top and then eased my shirt off me too, her soft hands pressing against my shoulders down my biceps to my wrists. I hissed through my teeth as her nails scraped against my nipples and then down my abs.

  I wanted to touch and explore her body, but the way she was making me feel had me giving over a little bit of control. I allowed her to force me onto my back, but only because she was kissing down the center line of my torso, her fingers exploring the ridges of my abs.

  “Very nice,” she murmured. She stood on the bed and wiggled out of her undies. Man, that was sexy. Her legs were long and toned, and when she twisted to the side to toss her undies onto the floor, I caught a glimpse of her ass, and man, what an ass!

  As much as I loved the strip tease, I couldn’t remain lying down and sitting back and letting her touch me while I wasn’t touching her back. I bolted up and stood and gently tackled her down on the bed, pinning her there. She squirmed beneath me, rubbing herself against me, but I maneuvered slightly so that she wasn’t able to get any pleasure from rubbing against my cock. I needed to calm down before she drove me too crazy.

  I’m in control. I am.

  I wished she had allowed me to strip her naked, but that didn’t matter. There would be plenty of time for that later. All that mattered was that I could see her naked body, and it was glorious. Firm, full breasts, flat stomach, shaved pussy.

  But while she was now completely naked, I still wasn’t. My boxer briefs were so tight across my cock right now. It was twitching, ready to be free. Ready to be inside of her.

  Her gaze dropped to check me out, and she blushed. She blushed! A part of me wanted to laugh at that, but another part of me was intrigued. She wasn’t a virgin—she’d already told me that. And while she knew how to tease me, how to make me moan, she was still an innocent in a way.

  And even though she was innocent to some extent, she still wanted to play my game.

  Fuck. That was hot as hell. Even hotter.

  “May I?” she asked, her voice a throaty whisper. She reached for my boxer briefs then hesitated.

  I nodded and couldn’t help closing my eyes as she slowly lowered them. My cock stood at attention once freed, and she removed my boxer briefs completely before gingerly touching me.

  Gingerly? Come on now.

  “I’m not gonna bite,” I spat out, eyes still closed.

  She wrapped one hand around my cock and slid up and down the shaft. Fuck me, she knew a whole different kind of torture. Slow but not too slow and just the right amount of pressure.

  “So big and thick,” she murmured appreciatively.

  My eyes opened, and I took in the wonder of her gaze. “You like?” I asked with a cocky grin.

  She leaned down and licked the head of my cock. Some pre-cum seeped out. Fuck. Me.

  “I like.” She sat back, staring at me, eyes wide.

  “I wanna fuck you,” I said. Right now. Right this very second.

  Rachel giggled. “I think that’s the idea.” She brushed her hair back so that her long neck was visible.

  “I wanna fuck your tits. I wanna fuck your mouth. I wanna fuck your pussy.” And right the fuck now.

/>   “Which first?” she asked coyly.

  What did she just say? Did I hear her right?

  I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me. She sat on my lap, rubbing my cock against herself, and our hands explored each other’s bodies. As much as I desperately wanted her, I wasn’t ready for this to end. Not yet. Even though I knew I would be having her again, and soon, I still wanted to delay the payoff. I wanted to enjoy every second of this.

  Her tits weren’t the biggest I’d ever played with, but I loved how she responded when I tweaked her nipples. Rachel would throw her head back, moan, eyes closed, writhing around…and she tweaked my nipples right back. She didn’t just want to take, she wanted to give too, and damn, could she give. Damn, damn, damn!

  As much as I loved her rubbing against me, I pulled away and lay her down on her stomach. My hands rubbed up and down her back, massaging her, and I may have slapped her ass once or twice.

  She wiggled that ass, lifting it higher and higher into the air, and I reached my hand forward to insert a finger inside of her. Rachel jerked and then relaxed, rocking back and forth, fucking my finger more than letting me finger-fuck her. I let her do her thing until I could tell she was on the brink. Then I pulled out. Evil of me, I knew, but I did it all the same.

  Rachel groaned and pounded her fists onto the bed, and I laughed.

  “Don’t worry.” I whispered the promise as I tickled my fingers down her back. “You’ll get yours.”

  I flipped her over, and instead of running my hands over her body, I explored every inch with my mouth and lips. She was so sensitive, squirming, and moaning and gripping the covers that I had to keep playing with her—a spot on the left side of her neck, her nipples, along her sides…and down lower.

  As much as she hated it, I skipped her most sensitive spots and kissed up and down her spread legs. She wiggled and squirmed some more, especially when I neared her pussy, but still I didn’t give into her. It didn’t surprise me at all when her hands reached down to alleviate some of the tension I was building up inside of her, not that I would allow that. I nearly swatted her hands away.

  “No,” I growled firmly.

  “Then help,” she pleaded, almost whimpering. “Please.”

  Those singular words told me I was torturing her, and I was glad for that, but I was also torturing myself too. Her body was a work of art, and damn it all, if I didn’t want to help myself to her, to all of her.

  I backtracked and slid backward until I was off the bed. As soon as I was standing, I gently pulled on her legs until she was up against me, my cock pressed up right against her opening. It was taking all of my self-control to not bury myself deep inside of her this fucking moment.

  “Ready?” I growled out the question. I was more than willing, and from the wetness rubbing against her slick folds, I already knew she was ready and willing too.

  So I didn’t wait for her to respond. I just rammed into her. She gasped, the sound both startled and excited, and maybe relieved too. Then she closed her eyes as I thrust in and out a few times.

  When Rachel kept her eyes closed, I shook my head and slowed my pacing until I stopped. I leaned down over her. “Open…” I thrust hard. “Your…” I pulled almost all the way out. “Eyes.” I rammed back in, deep and far.

  Her eyes opened, and she reached up and touched my face. “You too,” she demanded softly.

  I hadn’t even realized I had closed them. Too caught up in the moment, I guessed. What the hell was she doing to me?

  With relish, I took my time, going slow and then fast and then slow again, ramming hard and then more gently. Having sex with eyes wide open was so fucking amazing. I could see just how close Rachel was to coming, and I would stall, hoping that the longer build up would make her eventual orgasm that much stronger.

  A few times, I brought myself to the brink, and I would halt, not moving, not wanting to give in, not just yet. As far as I could tell, she hadn’t orgasmed yet either, but that would come. I would make certain of it.

  All of a sudden, right after one of the times when I halted, she sat up and wrapped her arms around me. I slid my fingers under her ass and picked her up, still going at it. I didn’t bother to find a wall to brace ourselves against, just shifted her up and down on my length, again and again, and holy fuck if I didn’t stop now…

  I didn’t stop.

  I came.

  And I made sure to keep my eyes open.

  A second later, she tilted her head back but then leaned forward, pressing her forehead to mine, her eyes open as she moaned, her words too breathless for me to make out. The look in her eyes…I could see how much pleasure I was giving her, and that only served to increase my own pleasure. Her walls squeezed me hard as she came too, massaging my cock, and I finished empting myself deep inside of her.

  I had had sex before without a condom, but I never came inside a woman before. Previously, I had pulled out and let the woman blow me to finish. But this, this giving of myself, this wanting to have a child…but it was also wanting to feel every bit of her inside and out—it wasn’t like anything I had ever anticipated.

  Yes, this was just a business transaction, but holy hell, the sex had ended up being far hotter than I had had in a long time. Rachel had been a wildcat, incredibly responsive, and surprisingly lovely too. Sex with eyes open…I’d never done that before, but I was more than willing to do it again, with her.

  In my world, not a lot of things were certain—the least of which dealt with that bastard Vanya Golovkin, finding him and serving him by revenge—but there was one thing I was completely certain about and that was that I would be enjoying this arrangement for as long as it lasted.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Rachel

  My heart was still beating frantically, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. My throat was a little sore from all the moaning and screaming. I couldn’t help myself. I had never been a screamer before, but when you had mind-blowing sex…

  Here I was, still embraced in Ivan’s arms, my legs wrapped around his torso, as he stood in the middle of his room where he just had sex upright, a first for me—Ivan Kovalsky, the mob boss.

  And my business partner to some extent.

  I knew I shouldn’t enjoy the sex as much as I had, but sex with Ivan was nothing like I had ever experienced before.

  And this was just the start. Our first time together. First of many yet to come.

  I had been worried that he wouldn’t be a tender or kind man in bed, that he wouldn’t care if I orgasmed or not. And considering I came so close several times and then he pulled back so I wouldn’t…I thought he was evil and wicked and purposely torturing me. But all of that teasing had resulted in the strongest orgasm I ever had. So incredible. I already wanted more.

  Compared to my ex-boyfriend… there was no comparison. Not at all.

  Oh God, this was both wonderful and terrible. He was going to ruin me for all other guys because once I gave him a son, this would all be over and no more of the hottest sex ever. I’d have to start experimenting with sex toys or something. I wondered if Ivan would be opposed to us using sex toys.

  Maybe this business arrangement wouldn’t be so terrible after all. I still had some reservations about the whole thing, but at least the sex part was amazing. Thank God for that. It did make things less awkward.

  He easily carried me over to the bed and bent down to lower me on top of it. Only then did he slip himself out of me. His cum oozed from between my legs. Messy but hot. I’d never had sex without a condom before, and a secret thrill ran through me. It felt so naughty to be doing this. In a way, I was being paid for sex, and it should feel tainted, but right now, I wasn’t thinking about the money. I was more wrapped up in how my body was feeling, and I felt so deliciously sore in all the right places.

  A wave of sexual exhaustion rolled through me, but I lifted onto my arms to sit up and stare at him. God, he was hot, with that bad boy edge. He hadn’t been a boy in bed, though. He
had been so dominating and controlling and manly…just what I needed.

  “Regretting your contract with me?” I asked teasingly, almost too tired to smile at him.

  But then a ribbon of fear cut through me. What if it hadn’t been as good for him as it had been for me? What if he fired me, ripped up the contract, threw me out, took away the nurse he sent to take care of my mom while I was away.

  Without a word, Ivan turned his back to me. I hadn’t realized that I had clawed him. There were a few faint scratches on his back. I had been so caught up in the heat of the moment. He hadn’t complained any, and he had seemed to like what I had been doing to him, but what if it had just been an act? I couldn’t read his facial expression, and the knot in my stomach grew tighter and tighter the longer he kept his silence.