His Smile: A Mafia Romance

by Katerina Winters

  He stopped leading her, and they stood in the middle of the room, his hands still around her waist. “What are you thinking of?”

  “Nothing,” she lied, pushing the thoughts from her head and leaning into his hand with a smile.

  Lifting her hands, she smoothed them across the expanse of his muscles, brushing across the stars ingrained into his flesh before following the natural ridges of his abs.

  She could tell he didn’t believe her, his gray eyes turning sharp as they examined her as if she was trying to read her thoughts. "You do not have to worry about the fight, it was as friendly as a fight amongst brothers could be.”

  Between his deep rolling accent and the mischievous gleam in his eyes, she could not bring herself to believe him. Giving him a suspicious look, she pursed her lips and nodded. “Uh huh, sure,” she said with evident disbelief, reaching up to gently trace the outer rim of his lip just below the cut. “I don’t believe you. Just try not to make this a habit, please.”

  She could see the moment the spark of heat bloomed in his eyes, widening his pupils before contracting like an eagle to his prey. Dipping his head to her neck, Rahina closed her eyes as she felt his lips at the juncture of her neck.

  “When you walked in tonight dressed like that,” his lips dragged across her skin as she spoke. “Showing everyone just how beautiful you are, I had to physically restrain myself from dragging you back out. It was only the promise of how I planned to punish you later that consoled me.”

  “Punish me?!” She jumped at the feel of his teeth nipping at her skin. Pushing against the hot flesh of his chest, she tried to lean back to look at him squarely. “Roman, I don’t want to be punished, I didn’t do anything…”

  Slowly the smile spread across his lips, never-ending and dark. Gleefully his bent down to kiss her as his hands tightened at her waist, turning them both. “I bought us something.”

  Not trusting his insane grin, she shook her head in question as he turned her around. In the corner of the bedroom was a new black leather club chair. To say she was confused would be an understatement, the chair was plain, it was oddly shaped in the back, and didn’t match a thing in the room.

  “Ok,” she said slowly.

  Letting go of her waist, he walked around to the back of the chair and stood behind it. “It’s a special chair.”

  Dubious, at his odd mood, she crossed her arms over her chest. "How so?"

  Still smiling, Roman grabbed the back of the chair and flipped it to the front. The back that looked odd seconds ago now formed a wedge like cushion in the front where one would normally lean back against as they sat. Walking around to the front Roman reached for something near the seat cushion until he revealed two black cuffs, one on either side. Comprehension dawned on her immediately.

  Backing up, she shook her head. "No," she held up both hands as he came towards her, warding him away. "I don't want to be strapped down on to that."

  Cocking his head to the side, he spread both arms outward. “Would I ever hurt you?”

  Shaking her head. “No, but Roman I don’t…

  Tilting his head back until he stared at her down the ridge of his nose, his smile disappeared. “Come here.”

  The command felt like a door being slammed shut, which only paralyzed her to the spot. He was serious, he really intended to use that chair with her as they made love. He was going to strap her down—immobilize her as he fucked her. No, she didn’t want that, she didn’t want to be used in sex, she wanted to experience it with him like they have been. Looking over her shoulder, she glanced at the bedroom door.

  “You going to run, Rahina?” he said, guessing her thoughts. “How far do you think you will get? Let me answer that baby, I will not let you make it to the stairs,” he informed her. “I will have you up and over my shoulder in seconds, and once I do, I will lay you over this chair and strap you in myself.”

  “Roman, no,” she whined. “I don’t want this.”

  “Yes, you do,” his gunmetal eyes softened for a second giving her a fleeting moment of hope. “Now, come here.”

  Nervously, she stepped forward her socks, making no sound along the carpet until she was right in front of him. This close to him, she could only see some of the Cyrillic letters under the image of a bloody dagger etched into the spot just above his heart. Heat from his hands registered first before she felt the brush of his fingertips against both of her shoulders. Looking up to meet his eyes, some of her nervousness disappeared as she recognized the flicker of restrained desire brightening his eyes. He wouldn’t use her, she tried to assure herself. Pushing the gown's straps off her shoulders, she breathed deeply as the material slid down her body and pooled around her feet. Standing there, she tried not to squirm under the warmth of his gaze as it passed over her nipples, hungrily stopping there as if commanding himself to look but not touch. She could see it, the bunching of the muscles in his shoulders and the flexing of his large biceps, she could see the discipline of his restraint. The realization warmed her even further.

  Taking her by the hand, he pulled her to follow until she was standing with her back against the chair. “Do you not trust me?” He asked.

  “Yes, I do, but...” She didn’t know how to say it, how to convey her insecurities about this without sounding as if she didn’t trust him.

  His hands flexed at the curve of her hips where they rested. The churning desire in his eyes told her he was at his brink. “Then turn around,” he whispered, “and bend over the chair.”

  Shakily, she stepped up the chair, being closer to it she could see now once the back was flipped over, the inside was lined in soft velvet. Hesitantly, she began to lean over the edge and paused, realizing how it would fully display her backside.

  Turning, she began to protest again, but Roman stepped up to her running his hands around her naked waist and hugging her to his body. Rahina sighed at the comforting feeling of his warm protective body. Placing an encouraging kiss on her shoulder, he instructed her again. "Bend over."

  Taking a deep breath, she did what she was told surprised at the comfort she felt on the piece of furniture obviously designed for this purpose. The turned over cushion acted as a wedge in the seat of the chair inclining her body perfectly with her hips up in the air, and her chest and head comfortably on the velvet lined cushion. Unable to see Roman from her new position, she could only feel him as he cinched the straps at her ankles before coming around finally to her view to secure her wrists.

  Catching his eye as he knelt in front of her, she tugged at the strap testing it. It felt solid. “I don't think I like this,” she whispered.

  Leaning forward, Roman kissed her. “Shh, baby,” he ran a hand along the length of her spine as he walked back around the chair to her exposed ass. “Relax. No one is here but me. No one will see you, and no one will ever touch you but me.”

  “I know,” her voice was small even to her own ears as she nodded, trying to calm herself. She didn’t want to disappoint him. When he used to tease and threaten to strap her down, she thought it was kinky, and it turned her on a little to imagine such forbidden things, she thought she wouldn’t mind it, but for some reason, the lack of control and blatant exposure suddenly felt humiliating. But if she seriously begged him to stop what would he do? Would it change what was between them?

  Her breathing was increasing, she could feel her chest heaving against the cushion beneath her.

  “Rahina, relax baby," his deep voice broke through her escalating thoughts, and she could feel his stroking hand on her back increase comfortingly. "Relax."

  Slowly, her breathing calmed. His gentle strokes worked from the base of her neck to the small of her back, slowly soothing her tense muscles. Sliding downward, they smoothed over the curve of her ass, and she was reminded that her legs were spread apart, subsequently spreading her cheeks, revealing everything to him. It was mortifying knowing he could see even her anus. Roman seemed more than unbothered by the exposure, however, using both hands
, he massaged and gripped the fatty tissue of her ass as he continued to calm her.

  “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," his voice was so deep, and his accent was so thick she could barely understand him, but she could feel him. Words didn’t need to express the state of his arousal pressed against the back of her thigh. The knowledge that she could do that to him even in this position warmed her to the core. “Did you know Rahina, I think about you every day?”

  Her grip on her cuff straps tightened at the surge his words caused to her heart. “No. Do you really?”

  “Mmm, yes. Every fucking hour of the day, I find myself thinking of you in some way,” he admitted roughly. “Remembering something you told me or wondering what you are doing.” Rahina startled at the feeling of his hot breath against the flesh of her ass cheek and smiled as she felt him place a gentle kiss on each cheek. “You are eating at my mind Rahina, I watched you as you danced Carmen the other night and that made it twice now, where I watched you die on stage, and twice it made me furious." The feeling of his teeth sinking into her ass made her yelp. Swirling heat twisted inside of her at that, knowing he was most likely bruising her skin, but it only made her want him to do it more. “You are distorting my reality my beautiful Rahina, I swear you are destroying me.”

  She cried out at the kiss to her exposed damp folds and shed tears at his confession. Again, he kissed her starting at the opening of her entrance before letting the tip of his tongue glide between her folds until it found the tiny nub of nerves. Suckling it between his teeth, he growled in satisfaction as she cried and bucked against the bonds.

  “I think about you too,” she cried between moans listening to the wet sounds his mouth was making against her. “I even imagine it’s you when I’m dancing.”

  He stilled against her—unmoving and silent.

  Suddenly she felt his tongue on the tight ring of her ass.

  “Roman!” she yelped. What was he doing?!

  She writhed and squirmed against the awkward invasion, but the grip on either side of her ass kept her in place. Spreading her wider to give him better access, she moaned at the slippery feeling of his tongue inside of her, gently stroking the ring of muscle against her will. The feeling began to evolve into a pleasure she was not at all prepared for, in and out and around the base, she could feel the strong hot muscle laving her as he steadily pushed a finger into her slickened entrance. It was too much the feelings were too much; he was building something hot and desperate inside of her. Soon she began to rock her hips in time with his stroking tongue inside her ass. It was beyond frustrating; this feeling back there wasn’t enough. It offered a vague wild sort of pleasure that left her wanting more.

  “Please,” she begged over and over again. “Please Roman, please.”

  Mercifully she felt his tongue delve deeper, and the feeling inside her finally broke free. Her climax was deafening, and she sagged limply in the chair, her hands going slack at her bonds.

  Breathing heavily, she felt his pants slip from his waist and the contact of his bare skin against her. The invasion of his thick cock was unannounced but not unwelcome as she groaned at the stretching feeling. She heard him rumble something deep in his chest, but she could not make it out as he grabbed her hips in a punishing grip that was sure to leave bruises. He rode her body relentlessly, his hips slapping into hers as he drove deeper. It felt so good, everything she feared before was now exactly what she wanted. She wanted to fucked and used in this moment by this dangerous man. She imagined what her body looked like bent over and strapped down before him, and the image nearly put her over the edge. Rahina could feel his passion for her, though, she could feel how even as he grunted and savagely fucked her how he still cared for her. She could feel his hand working beneath her and finding her clit, she could hear the occasional growl of her name from his lips. He wanted her, she thought, as she cried out his name in another release. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

  Chapter 20

  Lying in bed, the light from the morning sun was slowly starting to filter in through the bedroom's windows. They had both woken up some time ago, both using the bathroom and brushing their teeth before lazily flopping back down into the bed. Today neither one of them had anything to do until late in the afternoon, and they mutually decided that morning should be spent in bed.

  "What made you fight Alexei yesterday?" Pushing herself up, Rahina leaned over him and placed a gentle kiss on his temple just next to the dark bruise on his eye.

  Her body hummed and her nipples tightened at the pleased purring sound Roman made beneath her. Feeling his hands bracket her waist, he held her steady above him as he returned the favor, placing gentle petal soft kisses on each of her stiffened nipples hanging above his face like forbidden fruits. Lowering her, he hugged her close, tucking her perfectly against his body and the soft mattress.

  "I insulted the man," he didn't bother going into to detail as to how but Rahina knew Roman and could imagine the various ways the smiling gangster could happily tease Alexei to the point of insult. "Alexei is a valuable asset to mine and Mikhail's operation, it is much more beneficial for me to keep the man happy than angry. Men with hurt pride do foolish things."

  "It's hard to believe Alexei with his pretty face fighting anyone," she wondered aloud. "He is so oddly pretty I can't imagine him being good at anything other than crunching numbers and maybe really good selfies.”

  Roman laughed. "We all have secrets."

  "And just what are yours?" Looking up from his warm chest, she squeezed her arms around him.

  Instead of answering her question, he made an oblique statement. "They would not be secrets if I told you."

  "Oh, come on, I won't tell anyone you know that," she sat up, excited now by the prospect of finding out something more about him. Keeping the sheet wrapped around her breasts, she crossed her legs and looked at him eagerly.

  Smirking, Roman crossed his arms back behind his head and gave her a challenging look in return. "You tell me something first."

  She frowned, knowing he was just trying to get out of it. "I really don't have much…” she hedged; she could only really think of one thing, but it was a bit embarrassing. Looking back to him, she exhaled heavily when she saw that he wasn’t going to budge until she offered up something juicy. “When I first went to the Boston Ballet Company,” she started slowly. “I had to live with three other girls in a two-bedroom apartment, and me and one other girl had a little drunken over-the-sweater action one night."

  The smirk he wore faded immediately, and she watched as he sat up straight against the headboard and gave her a serious expression. "I want you to describe the story slowly and leave nothing out. I want to know details from what you two were wearing, how was the kiss, even describe the color of her nipples. Everything."

  Laughing, she grabbed a nearby pillow and hit him in the face. "You shouldn’t be concerned with the color of anyone else's nipples but mine!"

  Smiling, he grabbed the pillow from her and tossed it aside before yanking at the sheet around her chest. Ripping the material from her grasp, he left her bare before him.

  "Plum," he growled, reaching both hands for her as his eyes settled and locked onto to her naked breasts.

  "What?" she said underneath her breath as she let him pull her to his lap and cradle her childlike in his arms.

  "Your nipples are the color of ripe plums," he murmured, lifting her easily from his lap until he could pop one nipple in his mouth.

  "Roman," she moaned. Her body was becoming hot and damp.

  It was terrible how much this man had her trained perfectly to respond to him. With little to no effort, she was ready to part her legs for him, ready to hold onto him as he drove inside of her. Breathing harder now, she reached for him, pulling his head from her breasts and guiding his mouth to hers. His response was just as hungry as hers, and the heat between their bodies grew hot.

  "I thought you wanted to know my secrets," he teased
against her lips, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and nipping lightly.

  Darn it, she did. Forcing herself to pull away, she grabbed the sheet and pulled it best she could around her chest as Roman laughed.

  "Your turn," she said.

  Settling her comfortably against him, Roman leaned his head back against the headboard and stared up at the ceiling. She could feel one of his hands toy with the strands of her hair idly as he thought.

  "I own a brothel," he began. "A very exclusive brothel that provides clients any sort of fantasy they desire."

  Rahina stiffened. Whatever she was expecting to hear this was not it. There were countless reports and documentaries about women who worked in the sex industry, and Rahina knew a lot of them were not working there by choice, especially women from foreign countries.

  His gray eyes narrowed at her sudden change of mood, but he said nothing, he simply looked at her directly and waited.

  She wanted to get up from his lap before she asked her next question, but she knew there was no chance he would let her move.

  "If I asked you if the women in your—establishment—had a choice working there would you give me an honest answer?" Her stomach felt knotted as she asked the question.