Indebted: A Dark Irish Mafia Romance

by Piper Stone

  As the passion exploded between us, my cock pressing hard against my pants, she undulated her hips back and forth. Her moans fueled the fire burning deep within, my blood pressure rising as the throbbing in my shaft increased. I was on fire, the flames licking at every surface.

  She raked her fingers over my shoulders, dragging her nails down my back, exciting me even more. I was no longer able to keep my promise, my control slipping away as the thirst for her increased. The taste of her was so damn sweet and as I dominated her tongue, she purred around the embrace.

  The woman could have no way of knowing what she was doing to me, the jet fuel that had replaced my blood. I’d once hungered for the warmth of a body against mine, a woman I could hold all night long as the nightmares rushed to the surface. That had been long ago replaced with the necessity of fulfilling my dark needs, a sadistic longing that also refused to be denied.

  What I wanted from her was everything; marking her porcelain skin with my belt, staining her skin with my ink, and piercing her nipples and clit with my family crest. I would do all them and more. She would be labeled as mine. Mine to keep.

  Mine to train.

  Mine to fuck.

  And I would show her the pleasures of raw pain and pure bliss, taking her to utter peace as her mind floated away.

  But all in good time.

  I broke the embrace, gripping both sides of her face as I took deep breaths, curling my lip as a series of husky growls rolled up from the depths of my being.

  She placed her hands on mine, her breathing just as ragged, her chest rising and falling. When she dragged her tongue across her lips, I was ready to devour every inch of her.

  “You will be taught a harsh lesson, sweet girl. You will never disobey me again.”

  “Did I worry you? Or are you more concerned that I defied you?” she asked, still in a playful mood, still prepared to be the rebellious woman.

  “You will learn what it means to defy your master.” I easily lifted her out of the water, exposing her nipples as I lowered my head, sliding the tip of my tongue down the nape of her neck to the swell of her breasts. My beast fully exposed, I swirled my tongue around her nipple as she gripped my forearms.

  “Oh. Oh...”

  Fueled by her soft mewls, I sucked in her hardened bud, taking the tender flesh between my teeth. I wanted her nipples long and hard, fully aroused at all times. I would tie her spread-eagled, feasting whenever I liked. I would mark every inch of her body, concentrating on keeping her bottom crimson and her nipples rosy. Fuck, I was so damn turned on, my cock aching to the point of blinding pain. When I bit down she squealed, tossing her head as the sound floated into the night air.

  The hunger was unbridled, my entire system electrified, every muscle and tendon tense. I shifted to her other nipple, sucking and nipping until my desires became too intense. I could barely focus as I tossed her back into the water, struggling to unfasten my belt.

  She swam closer once again, undaunted by my savagery or my promises. I would use this very belt she rubbed her fingers across soon enough.

  After I fucked her.

  When I was fully undressed, tossing the unwanted material over the edge of the pool, I advanced like the true predator I’d become long ago. I yanked her close once again, forcing her legs around my hips.

  Her lower lip quivered as she peered down at me, her eyes darting back and forth.

  “I’m going to fuck you. Then I’m going to whip that ass of yours.”

  “And after that?” she managed, still struggling to breathe. She slipped her hands into the water, wrapping them around my shaft, twisting them back and forth. The friction was instantaneous, my balls swelling.

  “Then the real training will begin.” As she dug her knees into me, she positioned the tip of my cock just past her beautiful pussy lips.

  For all the friction that we’d shared, the sparring that had occurred, there was no denying our connection, a fire that would forever burn.

  She was my weakness, of that there was no doubt, a woman who would latch on to the rest of my soul and drag it away. So be it. I no longer cared about anything. This was the only moment of beauty in my life.

  I yanked her down, sliding my shaft between her swollen folds. The heat of her pussy was extreme, her muscles wrapping around the thick invasion and pulling me even deeper.

  As she lowered her head until our lips were almost touching, I concentrated on the sizzling sensations rocketing through me. I plunged in and out, the force splashing water in rapid waves.

  She clung to me, her rapid breathing turning into ragged purrs.

  With every brutal thrust, I could sense I was bringing her close to an orgasm. I should disallow her any moments of pleasure, refuse to allow her to come, but I wanted to feel her juice gushing over my cock. I wanted to know that I’d given her extreme pleasure, the kind no other man could or ever would again.

  “Oh, yes. Yes...” She tossed her head back and forth, her moans increasing.

  “Do you want to come for me, Alessandra?” I twisted my hand around her hair, keeping her in place as I blew a swath of hot air across her face. “Do you crave coming on my cock?”

  “Yes. Yes, sir.”

  I laughed softly before pressing my lips against her shimmering cheek, darting my tongue out only once. I shifted until I was able to whisper in her ear, “Then you will come when I tell you or the privilege of enjoyment will be stripped away.”

  She whimpered as she kneaded my chest, rocking her body against mine. I was shocked at the new series of electric vibes rolling into my legs. The feel of her was too incredible, driving me to the point of losing the rest of my control. I wanted to come deep inside her, filling her.

  I shifted my hand around her rounded hip until I was able to feel the plug, twisting it back and forth. “Good girl. You’ve earned several points for wearing your plug as required. But you will experience pain.”

  “Pain,” she murmured, her breathing ragged.

  “Yyyeesss... I will show you the joys of anguish as well as the throes of ecstasy. One day. When it’s earned.”

  As she clenched her muscles, she rocked hard against me, her fingernails digging into my skin.

  “That’s it, baby. Get ready to come for me,” I murmured, rubbing my lips back and forth. She was close, so close.

  “Uh-huh. I mean... Yes, sir.” She lolled her head against my shoulder, panting, goosebumps popping on her arms.

  I thrust harder, my cock swelling inside her.

  “Oh, God. Oh... I can’t hold it. I...”

  “Then come for me, baby. Come. Now!”

  I could feel her entire body tighten, her breath coming in scattered pants. As her body moved into a powerful orgasm, her muscles clamping down over my cock, I struggled to hold on.

  “Yes. Yes...” Her body bucked, her mouth twisting as the climax raged through her.

  “That’s it. Come again. Do it. Now!”

  She obeyed, another orgasm rushing into her and I refused to hold back any longer. My heart racing, I erupted deep inside of her. I threw my head back, issuing a series of growls, smiling as the sound floated around us.

  I wanted to fill her, to have her leaking as she slept, her thoughts filled with me fucking her. Using her. I craved her body covered in my cum, the scent remaining all throughout the night.

  Then I would start all over again, tasting every inch of her.

  I cradled her body against mine, holding her head against my shoulder, trying to hold onto the moment. As I closed my eyes, I remembered my place, the very reason for her existence in my house. The fight deep within me was becoming more difficult, the evil that had furrowed inside threatening to take over once again.

  My heart continued to race as I held her, rolling the tips of my fingers up and down her back. She felt good in my arms, too much so, as if she belonged. I could sense her continued confusion, her unwillingness to yield as her body stiffened.

  She pushed away, her lips coming da
ngerously close to mine. “Who are you, Gabriel Masters?”

  “You know the answer to that.”

  “No. Who are you really? It’s as if you have no soul.”

  She had no idea how close she was to being correct.

  “I’m the man who owns you, one who will never let you go.”

  Her gaze shifted to my scar, her lips pursing. “You want me to believe you’re a monster. Is that because of the unholy deal you made with my father or do you have other sins that you have no intention of facing?”

  Her challenging question was more intense than I’d been prepared for.

  “You already know that answer. I accepted a deal from your father because he owed me a significant debt. Nothing more. As far as sins, we all have them, even someone as delicate and perfect as you. I’ll give you a single piece of advice, Alessandra. Don’t try and change me. You’ll be disappointed in the outcome. I’m not the kind of man who can be changed. This is my world, my life. I control everything.”

  “So you continue to tell me,” she huffed, trying to get out of my arms. “Maybe you’re right that we both have performed sinful acts against the word of God, but no one is perfect. That includes me. There are moments of light in those dazzling blue eyes of yours, Gabriel, even a sign of joy and goodness. Then it’s gone. Whatever punishment you determined for yourself is eating you alive.”

  I chuckled darkly, pushing her completely away. “There is no God. If there was, he wouldn’t forsake the innocent. Don’t allow the passion that explodes us to seem like anything else other than what it is. Raw need. A deep hunger. Chemistry. Nothing more.” I turned away, moving toward the side of the pool. “You will come into the den where you will be punished. I always keep my promises.”

  “Promises. You make that sound as if you’ve agreed to something special. Is that all you want to do, punish me?”

  “When you deserve it, Alessandra.” I jumped onto the deck, immediately moving to my feet and raking my hands through my hair.

  “Who are you afraid of, Gabriel Masters?”

  “No one.”

  “Then why keep a gun with you?”

  My God, the woman wouldn’t stop pushing. I was breathless from the building anxiety, the constant need for her that had a grip around me like the noose on my life. The hangman wanted me dead. That was for certain.

  “Because it’s necessary. There will always be people who hunger to take what I have.” I grabbed my things, padding toward the very weapon she’d mentioned, appreciating the feel of cold steel. I could control the use of the weapon. What I couldn’t control was the woman who’d broken through a single layer of armor. “Because I’m not a good man.”

  “That man you keep referring to brought me a chair and a light, purchased a gorgeous dress and lingerie. He even brought me a book to read in order to pass the time and loneliness. You didn’t have one of your security guards do that. You did. You watched me when I was sleeping, making certain I was all right. What kind of a man does that make you? Not a monster.”

  I turned to face her, studying the way she peered over the edge of the pool, her eyes so damn imploring. She was attempting to figure me out. Sighing, I thought about my answer. “That makes me a fool.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know why the hell I crave you, but I do. Maybe you are a monster, but you’re certainly no fool. You accepted the deal from my father for an entirely different reason than simply payment for monies he owed you. You have more money than God himself. But with all your wealth, I can tell you are the unhappiest man on the face of this earth. That makes me terribly sad for you. While I will honor my father’s wishes and marry you, I will never be your wife. And if you honestly think you can break me, you’re wrong. I’m much stronger than I appear to be. That much my father taught me.”

  Her words were heartfelt, even exciting, forcing me to realize that I wanted her more than ever.

  No. No. No!

  This was unacceptable.

  I walked into the house, chastising my behavior, the single blip on my phone enough to annoy the fuck out of me. Snarling, I yanked it into my hand, studying the odd text, the sender unknown.

  I know what you did.

  What in the hell did that mean? Who the fuck are you? I texted back, only to have realize my number had already been blocked. A cold chill shifted down my spine. Approximately five people had this number and not a single one of them would dare issue that kind of statement. Someone was purposely fucking with me.

  As I dialed Jefferson’s number, I turned my gaze on Alessandra. She could never understand the man inside.

  “Gabriel.” Jefferson’s tone held surprise.

  “I want to know Bobby Rivers’ whereabouts at all times.”

  “Is something wrong?”

  I exhaled, my instincts on high alert. “Let’s just say I believe that the asshole sent me a message.”

  “A threat?”

  “I would call it a promise. Find out everything you can about him and let me know. I want to know his whereabouts and the people he’s talking to.”

  Jefferson hesitated before answering. “Be careful about making additional enemies. The last thing you want is for the Rivers family to put pressure on Judge Taylor to rescind his order and yes, he can do that. Keep in mind that Bobby is still a victim of a horrific crime and from what I’ve heard, he’s received several threats himself.”

  “Bobby Rivers is no innocent man, Jefferson. Don’t fool yourself. He’ll get what’s coming to him. I have no doubt. I want him tracked. Period.”

  While Jefferson hissed, I could almost smell the resignation through the phone.

  “Fine. I’ll see what I can find. Just lay low for a little while.”

  Chuckling, I wasn’t certain if that could be done. “I’ll see what I can do.”

  I tossed the phone, the threat remaining in my mind. Perhaps remaining out of sight for a few days was in my best interest. That could potentially draw Rivers out of his hiding place. And I had the perfect indulgence to take my mind off business.

  I turned as I heard her enter, the sight of her in the dress even more provocative than before. First, I needed to find out everything she knew about her father and about the man who’d attempted to frame her. I’d learned a long time ago that I couldn’t trust anyone.

  Not even the woman who’d placed a spell over me.

  “Come. It’s time you and I had a long talk. The discipline can wait.”

  She narrowed her eyes before taking tentative steps. “A talk. Does that mean you’re going to tell me the truth about what my father did?”

  “I will tell you as much as I believe you should hear; however, your father appeared to have led a double life for some time.”

  I was surprised when there was no instant rebuttal, merely a single nod. She’d come to accept the fact her father wasn’t the man she’d thought him to be.

  “Tell me everything about your relationship with Bobby Rivers,” I stated, attempting to act nonchalant.

  “Why?”

  “Because I asked you to. I want to know everything.”

  “Bobby Rivers is a snake and nothing more. There was no relationship.” She kept her distance, her eyes full of questions, but as she began to speak, I realized that I may have underestimated the asshole.

  He would attempt to come for her to finish off whatever assignment he’d been given, and when he did, he would face my wrath.

  Chapter Twelve

  Alessandra

  The morning had dawned with bright sun streaming in through the windows. I’d awakened to a lovely white rose positioned on my pillow with a glorious note.

  From him.

  Gabriel...

  “Today, we will share something special.”

  I had no idea what that could mean, but I was intrigued, excited.

  Four days had passed since the night in the pool. Four unusual days. I’d been caught in throes of such emotions that I’d found it difficult to breathe, unable to th
ink about anything but being with him. With the man I... swallowing, I shook my head, every part of my body shaking. I’d been forced on numerous occasions to place my feelings in a tidy little steel box, padlocking it after every opening for fear of becoming consumed.

  Passion.

  Silence.

  Abandonment.

  I’d felt everything, experienced all sides of a man who was like a caged lion. He was exciting and frustrating, igniting the darkness that had already spun out of control. I adored him then hated him, craved then feared him. The yin and yang was difficult to embrace.

  Let alone understand.

  Even now my pussy ached, the long and hard fucking the night before acts of pure sin that shifted from one room to another. Every part of me tingled at the thought of seeing him again, spending time with him, engaging in the filthy lust.

  With a monster.

  I closed my eyes, trying desperately to push the ugly but true thought aside.

  Gabriel was an enigma, a man who’d forgotten how to live. He’d carved out a kingdom for himself, reveling in his wealth, yet he remained all alone, punishing himself for whatever sin he’d obviously committed.

  So afraid.

  Angry.

  Desperate.

  At least that’s the way I saw him. He would never let me into his world, to share his pain or his triumph, but he enjoyed inflicting anguish, his sadistic side overwhelming. My mouth was dry, my pulse ticking visibly in the side of my neck, a further indication of the raging desire that refused to leave. He had such a tremendous effect on me, his larger than life persona threatening to drain me of my life’s blood.

  But he continued to hide aspects of his world. I’d gleaned enough just from our infrequent conversations to know he also skated back and forth between right and wrong in his business. Perhaps that’s how he’d become so powerful.

  And so hated.

  I’d heard enough during the conversation with Jefferson days before to know Gabriel had a number of enemies, all prepared to take him down. What struck me as odd was that he didn’t seem to understand why. The majority of influential people I knew always understood when they had a target on their backs.