by Piper Stone
Begging me in silence.
To fuck her.
To use her.
To take her.
To make her mine.
My vision was clouded as I positioned the tip of my cock at her asshole. “That’s something you need to remember.”
“Yes... sir.”
This time, her words held no animosity, merely the same kind of ravaging hunger that I had furrowing inside. I issued a series of deep growls before pushing the tip inside. When I gripped her hips, she sucked in her breath, holding it and lowering her head.
And all I could think about was defiling her.
The moment I slid the entire length inside, I threw my head back and roared. The feel of her tightness, the intense heat left me shaking. “Fuck! So tight. So good.”
An exaggerated whimper left her mouth and she twisted her head once again, only this time, a slight smile crossed her face.
As I began to pump in and out, I was forced to face a difficult realization.
I would do anything to protect her.
I would rip apart anyone who attempted to hurt her.
And I would die for her if necessary.
However, she would need to learn obedience in a stern manner, her inability to succumb evident.
She whimpered, pushing up hard from the desk, gritting her teeth when I fisted her hair, whispering in her ear.
“Training. You will find something in your room later and you will wear it for me at all times. And trust me, I will check.”
Her eyes opened wide, her mouth going slack. She had no idea that she’d walked into the den of the devil himself and in order to protect her, I’d be required to break her in every sense.
Something I would enjoy tremendously.
There was nothing subtle about my hard fucking, my brutal actions shoving her hard against the edge of the desk. With every savage plunge, she pushed back, accepting this phase of her punishment. Everything about this was incredible, far too perfect. I was lost in the moment, not realizing that we had an audience.
Fuck.
I refused to stop my actions as I turned my head, eyeing the family consigliere. While Armando Graziano’s face held a flat expression, I already knew of his contempt for the way I handled business. This was no different. For him to come to my home meant my father had important business on the horizon and I would venture a guess I knew why.
“Is there something you need, Armando?” I asked, breathless from the delicious exertion.
“You weren’t answering your calls. Now I can see why,” Armando said between clenched teeth, obvious disgust on his face. He’d always complained about my playboy attitude, concerned I’d fuck up my father’s level of control.
“I’ve had business to attend to,” I retorted as I rubbed my hand on the small of Sierra’s back. I heard her frustrated whimpers and kept from lashing out at the man. He was my father’s best friend after all, had been with the family since the inception, a man my father trusted without question, although I’d often wondered about his loyalty. “What do you want? Get to the point.”
“Your father has called a meeting and you need to be in attendance.”
“When?”
“Tonight. Dinner. You’re very well aware of the location. Seven o’clock.”
Yeah, my father’s favorite Italian restaurant, a greasy spoon where he’d conducted business since the early seventies.
“Fine. I’ll be there and Armando, make certain the door is locked on the way out.” I turned back toward Sierra, my anger brimming the surface once again. One of the soldiers sent by Dante had allowed him into the house. I could see I’d have to tighten the reins in another area. Not even my father dared enter my house without an invitation. Armando was sniffing.
“Very well, but don’t disappoint him, Lorenzo. There are important details to cover.”
I’d been summoned.
When he was gone, I thrust harder and faster, my breathing strangled from the unsettled feeling furrowing inside. Her pleasured screams only fueled the already raging fire. Soon, my beast would claw to the surface. Soon, I would usurp my control.
Soon, I would have everything I desired.
And nothing was going to stop me.
The moment I exploded inside, filling the lovely woman with my seed, I realized that she just might be my salvation.
Chapter Four
Sierra
Owned.
A single chill shifted down my spine from the thought. I felt like I’d woken up in a snow globe, the thick Plexiglas resistant to shattering.
Unlike my heart or my mind.
I rubbed my fingers across my lips, as if Lorenzo had kissed me. What a joke. He’d spanked and fucked me, reminding me of his rules. I’d come to the den of the devil. I’d accepted the deal. I closed my eyes, wincing as the visions tore through my mind once again.
Shock.
That’s what Lorenzo had mentioned more than once, that I was still in shock from the experience. Perhaps I was. The entire night had played over in my mind several times, frame by frame, every image more horrible than the one before. I would never forget the killer’s face or the jagged scar from cheek to chin and his evil grin. He’d relished in the kill, taking his time to slash the knife across Lucas’ throat while I watched in horror.
The blood had gushed, splattering me and I’d stood there, paralyzed from terror as well as an understanding that I had nowhere to go. I’d trusted Lucas, allowing him to take me to the godforsaken place, a dark alley where he’s stored some precious gift of information and I’d been stupid enough to play along. While I’d met him in the cozy little bar where we’d had several conversations before, he’d insisted I come with him. Jesus. What had I been thinking? He’d seemed antsy, sweat beading on his upper lip, his eyes scanning the place as well as the street just outside the window. I’d never seen him so fearful, as if the boogeyman was hanging around outside, waiting to drag him into hell.
Well, that had occurred, although it had taken a monster coming out of the shadows in order to do so. I shuddered, trying my best to calm my nerves.
All my training as a journalist had been tossed out the window, let alone the various lectures my father had given me over the years. Trust no one, only your instinct. Well, my instinct had been screaming that the entire situation was a setup. Corruption. The word had been brought to my attention on a cold, rainy night in January, the hushed call merely a tip and nothing more.
There’d been no names mentioned, only powerful and influential people who would rock Chicago to its core. Naturally, I’d been intrigued.
Those few words had started me digging, learning more about the Movino cartel, a group that had gained more power during the last few years. While they’d initially been comprised of glorified drug dealers, they’d quickly moved into other areas of business, including extortion of powerful people.
I’d worked hard on developing a story, building details. Only my boss had known what I was working on, except for Lucas. Even my boss had grown more concerned with every detail I added. He knew how excited I’d been since the majority of my stories had been about break-ins and other low-level crimes. My big break.
Yet after all the hard work, the pieces hadn’t been falling together, which prompted me to confront Lucas. Provide absolute proof or I would never talk to him again. He resisted but called me later, making an offer I couldn’t refuse.
I hadn’t told my father a thing, although I’d been aware for some time that he was working on exposing Axel Movino for the madman he truly was.
Then there was the Francesco family.
The news had depicted the murder as one of the most horrible crimes that had occurred all year. The death of such an important man’s son was front page news, every television station in the city camped out while the police were still investigating. I could barely stand to watch the play by play, especially when one of the tenacious reporters had attempted to interview Senator Spalding. I’d turned off the tel
evision, disgusted from watching.
I glared at the top of the dresser, the indiscriminate white box intriguing. I knew better than to think there was lingerie or diamonds placed inside. I’d avoided looking inside for the better part of an hour. As I walked closer, my nerves frazzled, I wondered how I could have fallen so far so fast, leaving a man like Lorenzo to pick up the pieces.
When I finally built up the courage to open the flap, pulling back the pretty pink tissue paper, I bit back an agonizing moan. Nestled inside were three anal plugs, all in different sizes. I felt sick inside, realizing that he wasn’t playing a game of any kind. He’d issued a direct command. Maybe he was testing me to see if I was worthy of being given his good graces and protection services.
I’d never worn a damn plug. I’d never even considered something so... I couldn’t think of the appropriate word. Tensing, I reached out, skating the tip of my finger across the smallest one. I had no idea how anyone could stand wearing something so nasty. I noticed he’d scrawled instructions, the note tucked into the side.
You are allowed to insert the smallest plug; however, you will wear it at all times. Do not disobey me.
“Jesus.”
I knew he’d make good on his promise to check. I was nothing but a puppet, a plaything and nothing more. At least I knew he would also honor the deal. Fine. Wonderful. Groovy. I was sick to my stomach as I eased the plug into my hand, securing the single tube of lubricant with the other. This was going to be the most humiliating thing of all.
But I would get through it. I could handle anything.
Including a murderer.
I couldn’t stomach having the light on as I walked into the bathroom and even struggled to lower the sweatpants. My hand was shaking as I attempted to lube the end of the plug, my imagination going wild with vivid images of hardcore BDSM and dungeons, cages and whips. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
When the thick rubber was slickened, I took a deep breath, reaching around with one hand to pull open my ass cheek. A wave of heat and embarrassment rushed into my system, allowing two tiny beads of perspiration to trickle down the sides of my face.
You can do this. You can do... this.
I bit back a moan as I eased the tip to my puckered hole, grimacing when I pushed and my muscles accepted the nasty invasion. I felt like some bad little girl being punished for every wretched deed she’d ever done in her life. I was sick to my stomach, forcing back tears as I pushed again, finally sliding past the wall of muscle. A flash of pain roared into my system the second I thrust the entire remainder inside.
I blinked several times as I gasped for air, gripping the edge of the counter with both hands. “Holy fuck. Oh, God. Oh...” The damn thing was so uncomfortable, filling me more than I would have imagined a plug could do. When I stood to my full height, the moan I’d held finally escaped my mouth. Then something odd happened.
The pain subsided, a series of dazzling sensations rocketing through me. I was shocked beyond belief and undulated my hips before taking a few steps. Fuck. The thought of sitting drove me to an entirely new level of trepidation. He’d ceremoniously been able to strip away my control with this single requirement.
I wanted to hate him even more, but the plug made me feel like a dirty girl, one in need of a hard spanking.
And fucking.
Now I turned on the light, glaring at my reflection. What was I turning into? I yanked my sweatpants in position, slumping closer toward the mirror. I had to keep my resolve strong. I had to hate the man.
I struggled to keep my composure as I walked downstairs, half expecting to run into Lorenzo or one of his goons. There was nothing but dead quiet in the house. As I took cautious steps into the kitchen, a cold chill trickled down my spine. The room was the epitome of the man himself; cold and indifferent and so unlike the man who’d worn festive island shirts and who I’d been able to talk into drinking a frozen piña colada, for God’s sake. Had he been playing a game with me?
Sighing, I managed to find wineglasses and an already open bottle of wine, hoping the smooth cabernet would calm my nerves. After pouring a hefty amount, I stood staring out the window at the lovely backyard, manicured in every way, flowers and trees blooming and oh-so beautiful. Yet all I could think about was just how cold his house really was. If I was forced to live here then I was determined to spruce it up, give the house life.
I laughed softly, fighting back tears for a second time. Crying was so unlike me.
I’d given up so much to seek out Lorenzo’s help. What was he going to do, kill the man who’d threatened me? I knew the answer in my heart.
Yes.
With joy.
A part of would be thrilled at his efforts, joyful when the dirty deed was complete. I’d never been this way, had never wanted anyone to face justice as much as the pig from the alley.
I took a sip of wine and had difficulty swallowing the warm liquid. Even the taste seemed bitter to me, off-putting in several ways. I held the glass toward the waning sunlight, realizing for the first time how much the color reminded me of blood. Suddenly, I was sick to my stomach.
I was in Lorenzo’s world. Even the man who’d come into his home seemed dangerous. Maybe I was a naïve little girl, refusing to accept that the man I’d spent an entire week with could be a coldblooded killer like the press accused him of being.
I had to consider the possibility that my determination to find out everything Lucas knew had me hoping I’d somehow run into Lorenzo. At this point, I couldn’t put anything past my subconscious.
I leaned my forehead against the window, wrestling with my emotions.
Seconds later, I felt Lorenzo’s presence behind me and while I wanted nothing more than to bristle, my body betrayed me, a sizzle settling into my system. For some insane reason, I was self-conscious about the way I looked, the sweatpants several sizes too large and drab, the tee shirt something I could wear as a dress, but only if there was nothing else. Although he’d made good on having someone wash my clothes, I couldn’t bear to put them on. They would always be stained with blood. I wanted nothing more than to go home, to be able to soak in my own tub and slide into my pajamas.
I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
Maybe ever again.
I could tell he was staring at me.
“I want you to use my credit card tonight and order anything you want.” His voice was just as smooth as I’d remembered from before, the angst and anger in his tone gone. A girl could fall asleep to the sound of his voice, fantasizing about passionate nights spent kissing and making love.
I gritted my teeth, biting back a retort, able to tell he was sliding a credit card across the counter. “That’s very nice of you but I have my own clothes at my house.”
“You can’t go back there,” he said, so damn matter of fact.
“That’s not fair. My entire life is there. My laptop, my things, my art, my camera. Everything that I value.”
He gave another one of his huge sighs, as if I was a stupid girl for even suggesting such a thing. “Axel is many things but not a fool. He will find you. He has people searching for you right now.”
I certainly didn’t want to tell him that the man already knew who I was.
“How do you know that?” I asked, shivering at his words.
“Because I have dozens of soldiers on the streets, my own informants who keep me abreast of everything going down in the various neighborhoods. People talk. Only a matter of time.”
“Another way to keep me prisoner.”
Lorenzo remained quiet, but I could feel his edgy vibe, a man constantly required to be prepared for a rival gang to attempt assassination or a member of law enforcement to turn his world upside down. My father had attempted to do that on more than one occasion and he would again.
“I really can’t go home. My life as I know it is gone,” I whispered. I wasn’t asking, merely stating the fact. I was gutted, another hard realization bringing tears to my eyes.
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�Yes. I’m not going to sugarcoat this, Sierra. What you did was stupid and reckless.”
“At least I wanted to know the truth, something you wouldn’t understand.”
Hissing, he shook his head. “While I understand your continued animosity toward me and the situation, you need to remember that I didn’t cause this issue.”
“Yes. I am painfully aware of that given you continue to remind me.”
After a few seconds, he placed his hand on the back of my neck, squeezing gently. “I’m not a man who handles comforting anyone very well. That’s not who I am, but this will all work out one way or the other.”
“Tell me how, Lorenzo. Explain to me how anything is going to work out.”
“I take care of my own.”
I closed my eyes, fighting the building anger. Arguing with him wasn’t going to do me any good. “That’s right. You own me.”
“Enough, Sierra.”
His voice boomed throughout the room. I chewed on my lower lip, suppressing my nerves and my retaliatory remarks.
He patted my ass, making me jump. “Were you a good girl?”
“I... Yes. I’m wearing the damn plug. Okay?”
“I need to examine,” he commented as if he was asking me to hand over an email I’d written or something equally as benign.
“You’re serious.”
“I am.”
I cinched my eyes shut, angrier than ever that he’d put me in this kind of position. Damn him. Damn this entire situation. But I did as I was told, lowering my sweatpants and praying that one of his brawny security guards didn’t walk in. I’d been humiliated enough by that sort of thing already.
“Bend over and spread your ass cheeks.”
I hated the fact his husky voice sent another wave of chills sliding into every cell and muscle. Even my nipples were fully erect, aching as I bent over, the thin material of the tee shirt sliding across my hardened buds. I was shaking as I reached behind me, certain I was going to fall flat on my face. I kept my eyes shut, trying my best not to scream out obscenities as I obeyed him. A cool rush of air swept across my naked and exposed buttocks while heat rose from my neck to my jaw.