My Mobster

by J. L. Drake

  That was what I thought. But I was wrong.

  Alessio gave me another of his devilish smirks and I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.

  That smirk didn’t look nice. Definitely not good.

  He leaned in, his lips lightly brushing my ear. “You like testing me, don’t you?”

  My body was shaking. But even under the layers of fear and anger, my body was responding to him. His rough, hard voice sent a shiver through my body. I refused to acknowledge what I was feeling. It was wrong. I shouldn’t have been feeling that way.

  But as much as I wanted to act strong, I felt weak.

  Alberto’s voice echoed in my head as I stared at Alessio’s hard chest.

  Weak. So pathetic. Look at you. All broken. You are nothing but a low, dirty whore.

  Old memories came to a screeching halt when I felt a hand on my chin, tilting my head up. My eyes snapped open and I looked up at Alessio.

  His fingers were firm on my chin, holding my head still as he moved in closer until our bodies were plastered together. So close that it would have been impossible to even push a thin string in between us.

  His heat enveloped my body and I didn’t feel cold anymore. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I felt sure that he knew.

  The rough pad of his thumb rubbed over my full soft lips, and I gasped at the sensation. His touch traveled all the way down to my body and I pressed my legs together.

  Why? Why did I feel that way with him?

  I inhaled a desperate breath, moving my eyes away from his, looking everywhere but at him. My eyes moved desperately around the room, trying to find something that would keep me grounded.

  Think, Ayla. Think.

  I felt Alessio shift, his shirt moving against my sensitive skin, and I bit my lips, trying to hide another moan.

  He wrapped an arm around my waist, anchoring me to his body while he slowly brought his other hand down.

  “So, do we have an agreement?” he asked. Alessio pushed his knee between my legs, slightly pushing them apart.

  The thought of him taking me was so demeaning, but even through my disgust, as hard as it was for me to admit it, I also found that thought very appealing.

  Alessio overwhelmed me. He scared me, but at the same time, I couldn’t stop my body from responding to his words and seductiveness.

  What was wrong with me?

  Before I could say something, or even think about a proper answer, he bent down and latched onto my nipple. I hissed at his sudden action and then my head fell backward when a moan slipped from my mouth.

  He suckled my nipple, pulling at it hard, and then gently swirling his tongue over the tip. I felt the rasp of his slight stubble against my tender skin, and without thinking, I pushed my breast forward.

  Oh God, what’s happening to me?

  Releasing his hold on my hips, he brought his hand to my other breast and teased my pebbled nipple through the fabric of my bra. Slowly rubbing his thumb in circular motion, his tongue followed the same movement on my other nipple.

  I moaned and my head moved wildly from left to right, trying to get rid of the sensation that was happening in my lower region.

  I tried to squeeze my legs together but Alessio’s knee stopped me. “Oh…”

  I unconsciously lifted a shaking hand and cupped his cheek as he sucked me. Without even thinking, I gently moved my hand over his cheek, feeling his soft skin under the pads of my fingers. My hand wrapped around his neck as I held him to me.

  My body wasn’t my own. I didn’t know what was happening. It was all going too fast.

  My fingers tightened around his neck when I felt his hand move down toward my dripping core. My nails gently scratched at his skin. It was a chaste and slow caress, but erotic. In an instant, I felt him harden against my belly.

  He bit down on my nipple and I squirmed against him, but the movement only caused me to grind myself into his hardness.

  Alessio chuckled as I felt him push his knee forward, parting my legs more so that his hand had access to move freely between my thighs.

  He slowly moved aside my black panties and located my throbbing clit.

  “Uh,” I gasped as he flicked his thumb over it. Moaning loud, I thrashed against him.

  What’s happening?

  My body tightened hard and I felt my muscles start to cramp. The sensation was intoxicating. He filled my senses.

  I started to shake uncontrollably. The muscles in my legs spasmed as Alessio continued to rub his thumb over me.

  He pressed his thumb against my bundle of nerves and I jerked, letting out a sharp cry.

  “Alessio…”

  He glanced up and stared into my eyes for a few seconds. My skin prickled and it was sensitive. I was taut as a bowstring and my body was shaking with a mixture of pain and intense pleasure.

  I couldn’t describe it. I didn’t know what it was. It was something I had never felt before.

  My senses were overwhelmed and my vision blurred as Alessio continued his slow, torturous ministration on my body.

  “What’s happening to me?” I whispered, my voice bewildered.

  Alessio’s eyes widened and he sucked in a surprised breath.

  Then slowly, the corners of his lips lifted upward. He grinned at me wickedly before answering.

  “You are about to have your first orgasm, kitten,” he said in a husky voice. “Trust me. Just let go. Don’t fight it. It will be the most wonderful thing you have ever felt.”

  I shook my head and tried to move away but Alessio quickly wrapped his arm around my waist, refusing to let me go.

  Still keeping his eyes on me, he rubbed his thumb over my clit once before slowly pushing inside. I tensed around him and then moaned, my eyes slowly closing in pleasure.

  “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, his voice rough and harsh. My eyes quickly snapped open and I stared at him.

  I clamped down on his finger as he slid inside me. He eased in deeper, plunging through my tight walls.

  It was all too much. Every movement heightened the sensation and I twitched uncontrollably. My hips bucked upward when he moved his finger deep and hard inside of me.

  I let out another moan as my hand tightened around his neck, as if begging for more.

  My body was hyperaware of Alessio’s every touch. I felt desperate. Edgy. My skin felt tight and my body was on fire.

  “Oh God,” I panted, and Alessio chuckled low at my reaction.

  I started to feel dizzy and my head fell back against the wall. I couldn’t take it.

  It was too much.

  When Alessio pushed deeper inside of me, I came around his fingers. My screams resonated through the wall of the room as I came, my first orgasm hitting me so hard that my vision blurred and black dots appeared in front of my eyes.

  Alessio pulled away and my body swayed as I tried to focus on him. But I couldn’t. I was floating, my body so light. All sounds were muted around me and I was numb.

  He brought his hand to his lips and licked it clean.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured in that husky voice that I was beginning to hate.

  And then I fainted.

  ***

  Alessio

  As I licked her come off my fingers, I saw her swaying unsteadily on her feet.

  Poor kitten didn’t even know.

  She was mine now.

  That orgasm she just had—well, it had marked her fate.

  MINE, my head screamed. And I couldn’t wait to take what was mine. I couldn’t wait until I was fucking her tight pussy. Until she was twitching and moaning underneath me. I couldn’t wait until I was making her scream with both pleasure and pain.

  My hard cock begged me to do it. Now. Take her. Use her. Fuck her.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I murmured.

  As soon as I said the words, her body tilted forward and her eyes rolled upward.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, quickly moving forward and catching her in my arms.r />
  Ayla laid limply in my arms. With her eyes closed, she looked so at peace. Serene. Happy. I felt my heart stutter as I stared at her.

  So beautiful, a fleeting thought passed through my mind. But I quickly shook my head, trying to get rid of my stupid thoughts.

  Wrapping an arm behind her knees and the other around her back, I pulled her up to my chest and walked to the bed. Gently placing her down, I fixed her bra and then pulled the covers over her body.

  I sat down on the bed and stared at her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. For a week I tried to stay away. It was the hardest fucking thing I have ever done, when all I wanted to do was fuck her.

  But I kept myself away, giving her time to settle, watching her, waiting for the right opportunity. As soon as one week hit its mark, I was there, waiting for her.

  Ayla now knew what I wanted. She tried to refuse, but I saw her as clearly as day. She wanted me. There was no denying it.

  When I heard her first moan, I knew this was it. There was no going back.

  I always got what I wanted, and I wanted her. Nothing and no one was going to stop me from getting what I wanted.

  The first orgasm was mine. It belonged to me and I took it. Now, there was no turning back. Claim her, my mind screamed. Take her.

  I didn’t even have to put too much effort in it. One flick of my thumb, she’d been coming.

  That little orgasm, that was nothing.

  As I stared at her sleeping face, I felt myself smile.

  Oh, kitten, when you wake up, I’m going to show you the real thing.

  Chapter 9

  Ayla

  My eyes slowly opened. My vision was still hazy from sleep and I closed my eyes again. Turning to my side, I burrowed deeper under the soft covers.

  “Hmm…” I groaned when my aching muscles protested.

  I needed a break from working.

  My bed moved, and knowing it was not from me, my eyes snapped open and I came face to face with Alessio.

  He was sitting on the bed, but leaning forward until his face was close to mine.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  My eyes widened and I let out a scream. As I tried to scramble off the bed, the covers twisted around me in my haste and I ended up on the floor in a heap.

  I stared up at him, my chest heaving. I was sure I looked frightened, while he seemed ready to pounce.

  My head spun as the memories of the night before came crashing into my mind like never ending wild waves.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered, trying to untangle myself from the covers. When I was finally free, I stood up and took several steps away, trying to keep a safe distance between us.

  “How could you?” I asked.

  Alessio stood up and made an act of fixing his suit. He took his time, as if he was doing it on purpose to get me riled up and extend the suspense.

  When he was done, he leveled me with a blank stare. “What do you mean?”

  “You…” I stuttered as I tried to find words.

  He gave you an orgasm, a voice said in my mind.

  Against my wishes, I screamed back, horrified by the thought.

  “I what?” His voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see him moving toward me, his steps purposeful.

  “You…” His body was so close to mine that his heat enveloped me.

  “What is it?” Alessio asked as he bent down slightly so we were eye level.

  I swallowed but didn’t answer.

  “Say it,” he urged.

  Shaking my head, I tried to take a step back but his arms shot out and were instantly wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. “I want you to say it. Tell me. What did I do last night?” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine.

  Placing both hands on his chest, I tried to shove him away from me but he didn’t even move an inch.

  “Mr. Ivanshov, please let me go,” I begged, struggling in his arms, desperate to free myself.

  His arms tightened around my waist. “Oh, kitten, I think we should leave the pleasantries behind now.” Leaning forward so that his lips were next to my ear, he continued, “After what I did to you last night, I think we should stick with Alessio.” He finished his sentence with a nip on my earlobe and I jumped at his sudden touch.

  “Okay. Alessio, please let go of me.”

  “I will when you tell me what I did to you last night. Say it,” he muttered in a husky tone.

  He was trying to embarrass me. How heartless could he be? He was a monster.

  Alessio leaned his face into my neck and when I felt his warm lips on my cold skin, I shivered and went limp against him. Only his arms were holding me upright.

  He placed wet kisses on my neck. Biting and then sucking at the tortured skin.

  His lips drew wet trails on the length on my neck.

  Shaking my head, I brought my hands to his hair and pulled hard until his face was not buried in my neck anymore.

  “Fuck,” Alessio swore loudly as I continued pulling.

  His head snapped up and he slowly stood to his full height until he was towering over me. He went rigid, his arms like a band of steel around my waist. I let out a small hiss and struggled with slight discomfort and pain.

  He brought one of his hands up and grasped my chin, his hold firm and hard as he tilted my head, forcing me to look into his hard, cold eyes. Anger flashed behind the blue irises and I cowered under his seething glare.

  “I really don’t like repeating myself, but I will one last time,” he said, his tone flat and grating. “Tell me what I did to you last night and I’ll let you go. It’s simple.”

  “You gave me an orgasm.” The words came out of my mouth before I could even think.

  The anger in his eyes immediately vanished, but the hard look remained. I played with the wild lion and now I had to pay the consequences. “And did you enjoy it?”

  “That was not part of the deal,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

  Alessio pulled my face closer as his lips stretched in a small smirk. “Oh, kitten. I make the rules. I make the deals, and I can change them whenever I want. You don’t get to make a choice. Understood?”

  I nodded mutely and then tried to look down, wanting to escape his intense, cruel stare, but his unyielding hold on my chin stopped me from moving. “Answer me, kitten.”

  “Umm, I…” I started, but couldn’t finish my sentence. How could I answer such a thing? Did I enjoy it when he gave me an orgasm? No? Yes? Even I was confused. I didn’t want to like it. I shouldn’t have liked it, but I did.

  I closed my eyes tightly, unable to believe my own feelings. Something was seriously wrong with me, because this monster held me in his mansion against my will and then gave me an orgasm even though I didn’t want it—and I had liked it.

  “Ayla, answer me!”

  “Yes!” I shouted.

  When I was near him, my body wasn’t my own. My brain became a chaotic jumble and I couldn’t think straight.

  He masterfully played my body and my mind.

  He held the strings, and I became a puppet.

  ***

  Alessio

  She went limp in my arms, the fight running out of her body.

  Hearing her admit to her desires had been all I wanted, and it brought me satisfaction. For a little while. She was scared, and I would give her time.

  However, my patience was running out because I had given her enough time already, as far as I was concerned. Having her that close to my body made the beast inside me begin to rage.

  Her heat and her smell had taken over my senses. All I wanted to do was throw her on her back, spread those long creamy legs, and fuck her hard until she screamed with her orgasm milking my cock.

  Even though I wanted her scared of me, I didn’t want her to regret what happened. I had never taken a woman against her will and I wouldn’t start with her.

  Oh, she wanted me, but it was obvious she was terrified. Her confusion was clearly written all over her
face.

  I would seduce Ayla until she begged me to take her.

  Releasing my hold on her chin, I gently moved her hair off her face. I let my fingers linger on her cheek for a few seconds and then slowly moved my thumb over her velvet skin. It warmed under my fingers and a small touch of pink tainted her pale flesh, showing the effect that I had on her.

  “See. That wasn’t so hard to admit, right?” I stared at her blushing cheek, mesmerized by the color and the softness of her skin.

  Ayla tried to step away and I let her go without resistance.

  Let’s give the little kitten a break.

  She took several steps away from me, then placed a shaky hand on her heaving chest. She was trembling, the fear evident.

  But why the fuck was she so scared? The fear wasn’t just because of me. There was something else, and I hadn’t quite figured it out yet.

  Ayla was a big mystery to me. She acted like she hated my touch, but she’d moaned in pleasure at the same time.

  She fascinated me, captured my attention, and I had no desire to fight it.

  She might have been the one to take the first action by hiding under my bed, but now I was in control. I wouldn’t let go until I had my fill.

  Staring at her, my gaze unyielding, I said, “Now, Ayla. Don’t be scared. You have nothing to be scared of. Have I hurt you?”

  She shook her head, watching my every movement and reaction. She truly did remind me of a kitten trying to find its way out of danger. Small, skittish, scared. And completely helpless.

  I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, tugged it out, and saw Viktor’s number flashing on the screen.

  “Yeah?” I answered.

  “There’s something we gotta tell you. It’s fucked up,” he replied in a rush. He sounded panicked. Shit.

  “Now what?”

  “We should discuss this in person, Alessio.”

  Looking at Ayla, who was now plastered against the wall, I felt anger building inside of me. Viktor had really bad timing.

  “I’m busy right now,” I said harshly.

  “It’s important.”

  “Fine. Meet me in my office,” I ordered before hanging up.