The Rossi Crime Family: The Complete Five Book Mafia Series

by J. L. Beck

  “Please? I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” She peers up at me, her eyes wide, looking for acceptance. I lick my lips, knowing I’m going to tell her yes. It’s a losing fucking battle when it comes to telling her no.

  “Fine.” I grit my teeth, scooting back up the mattress before lying down, with my hands behind my head. I feel her eyes move over me as she kneels beside me on the bed. She dips her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down over my thighs. Once the fabric passes my cock, it springs free. Violet seems much surer of herself this time, and I want to tell her how sexy it is, how fucking happy I am that her perfect hands want to touch such a bad, fucked-up person like me.

  Without any hesitation, she wraps her fingers around my swollen dick. A hiss escapes my lips, from the contact of her hand on my skin. She starts stroking me right away, up and down, up and down. I groan out in pleasure and she smiles at me, adding a little pressure. She’s working me over so well that I have to force my hands to stay behind my head. I want to fucking touch her everywhere.

  Using her other hand, she stacks it on top of the other to cover more of my length.

  I look at her through hooded eyes and watch her stroke me. Her cheeks and neck are flushed, and her eyes are filled with lust. She wasn’t lying. There’s no fucking doubt about it. She wants this, she wants me, and that excites me. It makes me want things I have no business wanting.

  It makes me want her even more.

  “Faster, Kitten,” I order, and she does. Her hands start moving faster, while she squeezes me more roughly than she had been before, and I’ll bet if I slipped a hand down between her thighs, I’d find her soaked with need, ready for every inch of my cock.

  Thinking about her tightness and how fucking good it would feel to be inside of her is what drives me over the edge. I knew I wouldn't last long but fuck, I feel like a teenager again. She only stroked me for a few minutes and the tingling in my spine turns into an explosion of pleasure raging throughout my body. I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back against the headboard. She keeps stroking me through my orgasm, and I feel my warm thick cum shoot out and onto my stomach.

  “Fuck…” I huff, my chest rising and falling like I just sprinted the fucking mile.

  When I open my eyes again, she is still kneeling beside me with her hands in her lap and an actual smile on her face. Not a forced or fake one. No, this is a genuine smile, and I don’t fucking get it. How can she be so happy about doing something as mundane as beating me off?

  I get up from the bed and clean myself off, pulling my boxers up in the process. When I come back to the bed, I rest my back against the headboard. She moves up toward me and leans in as if she wants to kiss me but is not sure if it’s okay to do. She should know by now how much I want her lips on mine. Grabbing her, I pull her close. Our lip crash together, and she snakes her arms around my neck, pulling me in even closer until there is no space between us at all.

  She’s so perfect, and everything I can never have. I kiss her gently, like she’s going to break if I don’t and then I hold her in my arms. She starts to doze off, and I relish in the comfort of actually being able to hold her in my arms. I’ve held her in my arms before but never after something so domestic.

  My eyes start to flutter closed, and I’m about to go to sleep when a loud knocking on my door has both of us on high alert. Immediately, Violet starts shaking. Her eyes are wild with fear and all I want to do is tell her that everything is going to be fine but even I know that’d be giving her a false sense of hope.

  “Just a second,” I yell to whoever is on the other side of the door. Violet looks at me as if I can save her but I’m sure she knows better by now.

  “Hide in there,” I whisper, pointing toward the small closet to the right of the room. She gets up, scurrying across the floor, her legs shaking. I get up as well and pull on a pair of flannel pjs. I wait until she’s hidden inside the closet before I walk to the front door. I undo the locks, grip the knob, and suck in a deep breath. I make sure all emotions are void from my face before I twist the knob and pull the door open.

  “Ivan,” Yulie greets me, a sinister smile on his lips. Of course, he walks into my apartment without seeking permission, and I have no choice but to step aside and let him come in, that’s just how this world works. I shouldn’t have anything to hide, and I don’t, minus the tiny woman hiding in my bedroom closet. I grind my teeth together, clenching my jaw to stop myself from saying something that will definitely get me in fucking trouble.

  I wouldn't be surprised if I end up breaking a tooth tonight.

  “Yulie, I didn't know you made late-night house calls.” I joke, closing us inside.

  “Well, there is a pressing matter that cannot wait until morning.”

  “Is that so?” I lift a brow curiously. Certainly, if there was a real pressing issue, Rossi would have called me, right?

  “Yes, I just moved the doctor visit up. He’ll be here first thing in the morning to check out all the girls.” I didn’t miss the way Yulie looked around the room, as if he was going to find something he shouldn’t. He wasn’t here just to tell me something... he was here to investigate.

  “What’s the rush?” I fold my arms across my bare chest. In a fight, I’d have Yulie beat ten to one. The fucker was a toothpick, a twig I could snap in half in a second.

  “I need a new plaything sooner than expected. Mine… seems to have broken. Poor thing was beautiful as hell. I guess I’m just too hard on them.” An evil smile spreads across his face, and I know exactly what he is saying. I force a smile, hoping he buys it.

  “So that’s why I want this done tomorrow, so I can have a new toy… or two. I really hope number five will be available. I'd love to have her as my new pet. Luca told me she’s in need of breaking, and you know how good at that I am.”

  My self-restraint is being tested like never before. My hands twitch with a carnal need to rip his heart out of his chest and shove it down his throat. He wants Violet. My Kitten. Mine. The word didn’t even exist in my mind before she came along, all I know is that I can’t let it happen. I know what he does to his girls and they never last longer than a few weeks… some only a few days.

  When she goes to the auction, I can at least hold on to the illusion that it’s not going to be that bad for her. Maybe the guy will just be into control and not pain. Maybe she could actually have a decent life? I know it’s a long shot, but I can’t let myself think that there is no hope for her. I can’t let her go unless there is a sliver of a chance that she could come out of this dark world alive.

  If Yulie takes her, there is no such hope. He will use her and break her in every way imaginable until there is nothing more to break. Violet will never survive a man like him.

  “So, you woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me you moved up the doctor coming in to tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, I thought you’d be excited, too. Maybe we can both take number five for a spin. I could see if I can get one of the men to make sure she’s used, before the check. Of course, we’d have to kill him afterward, but we don’t have to tell him that,” he snickers and slaps a hand on my back like we are old pals. All I want to do is smash his face against the wall.

  “I guess I’m not that much in need.” I shrug. “I’ll make sure everything is running smoothly tomorrow, and I’ll let you know which girls are available as soon as the doctor tells me.” I already know which one won’t be.

  “All right, you have a good night then... or what’s left of it.” I walk him over to the door and open it for him. The asshole can’t leave my place quick enough.

  “We’ll talk tomorrow then. Don’t let me wait too long, Ivan.”

  “Of course, enjoy the rest of your night as well.”

  I shut the door behind him and lock the deadbolt into place. I walk back to the bedroom, wondering if Violet heard any of our conversation. As soon as I pull the closet door open and see her huddled up in the farthest cor
ner, I know for a fact she heard at least some of it. She is making herself as small as she can with her arms wrapped around her. Light filters into the closet, and the look in her eyes reminds me of a feral cat.

  “He is gone. Come here.” I kneel and hold my arms out to her. She unfolds herself and scurries across the floor on her hands and knees, taking my hands. When I help her up, she looks around the room nervously.

  “I won’t let him hurt you. He won’t touch you. Not unless he wants to die.” I have no fucking clue where the words come from or how I’m going to stop him, but he won't touch her. I’ll die before I let him get to her.

  She steps closer and throws her arms around me. I let my own arms wrap around her body and pull her to my chest. My heated blood calms at the sound of her steady heartbeat. I pick her up and move her to the bed. Then I shut the lights off and climb into bed, pulling her close to my chest. This all feels normal, like we’re a normal couple, but it’s all too good to be true.

  “I wish everyone here was like you,” she murmurs into my neck. I can hear her inhaling my scent. I calm her just as she calms me. We’re so wrong for each other, and yet so right.

  “I’m not a good man, but if there’s is one good thing I’ll do in this life, it’s going to be for you.”

  Violet doesn’t respond and eventually, I hear her breathing even out. I pull the comforter up and over us.

  “If I could keep you, Kitten, I would. I’d keep you forever,” I whisper into the nothingness, wishing more than anything I was a better man, and that she had never been brought here.

  Chapter Nine

  Violet

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  When I wake up, the sun is just coming up, filling the room with dim light. Ivan still has me pulled into his chest with his arm wrapped around my middle in an iron grip. I could stay like this forever... safe and secure in his embrace. I feel like as long as I’m with him, nothing can hurt me. I know it’s only an illusion. He can’t protect me from what’s to come. Nevertheless, I like to hold on to that illusion as long as I can.

  As is if he can sense that I’m awake, he stirs behind me, bringing his face close to my neck, inhaling me. When he breathes out, the air tickles my skin, releasing a set of shivers to run down my spine. As soon as I move, I feel his erection press into my ass.

  He starts kissing my neck and the hand that was sprawled out against my stomach moves lower. My breath hitches when his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my panties. He finds my clit with ease and with skilled fingers, he starts to move in small circular motions. I can feel myself growing wetter and wetter with each stroke of his finger.

  “I want to taste you,” Ivan murmurs sleepily into my hair. Taste me?

  “I want to have you for breakfast.”

  “Okay,” I whisper without knowing exactly what he is talking about.

  He pulls his hand out of my panties and grips onto the fabric at my hips, pulling them down in one swift movement. Moving away from behind, he makes me lie on my back so he can position himself in front of me.

  He nudges my legs open, and I gladly let them fall apart. Kneeling in front of me, his eyes roam over my body like I’m some kind of priceless treasure. The need mixed with adoration I see in his gaze squeezes my heart tightly. Why can’t it always be like this? I just want to stay with Ivan. I only want him to look at me... him to touch me and no one else.

  “You are so beautiful,” he says before pushing my shirt up. He starts peppering open-mouthed kisses over my stomach, leaving behind a trail of hot skin. I’m already panting by the time he moves lower down my body. His kisses end at the top of my mound, and I wonder what he’s going to do next.

  “Ivan…” His name falls from my lips as a moan. My hands find their way into his hair, and I grip onto the strands. Out of instinct, I spread my legs wider, the movement making cool air wash over my heated and already wet center.

  “You’re so responsive to my touch, Kitten,” he growls against my clit before swiping his tongue against the swollen nub. The sensation is so strong I pull away by reflex, even though I don’t want to. Ivan looks up at me over my mound, a mischievous grin on his lips, and grips onto my legs to hold me in place. He starts off licking my clit gently but quickly adds pressure as whimpers of pleasure slip from mg my lips.

  He caresses, sucks, and nibbles on me like I’m his last meal, and he is thoroughly enjoying every last bite. When he closes his lips around my clit and starts to suck gently, my back arches off the bed and a loud moan rips from my throat.

  I fold one of my arms over my face, covering my mouth to muffle my screams. Ivan doesn’t seem to care about me being noisy, as he keeps working my clit with equal force, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

  When he pulls away and drags his tongue down my slit, I almost lose it. He dips the tip of his tongue into my entrance and swirls it around, and from the sensations alone, I fall over the edge. Hot pleasure flows through me like lava erupting from a volcano, burning up my insides in the best possible way. Ivan growls between my folds, lapping up every drop of my release.

  “You taste as delicious as you look, Kitten. And with your sweet cream coating my tongue, I’d love to do nothing more than to fuck you.”

  I can barely keep my eyes open while listening to him. The worst part is even though I know it would kill me, I’d love nothing more than to give Ivan that one piece of me. I’m going to die anyway. I know it. So, I should just give myself to him.

  He gives me another lick before moving up my body, coming to press a kiss to my lips. I taste myself on his lips. His face moves away from mine and the smile on his lips fades and turns into a deep frown as if he just remembered something bad… and then I remember it, too.

  “We need to get you down to your cell before breakfast.” He looks away, at some random spot on the floor like anything else is better than looking into my eyes. “The doctor will get here right after breakfast. They’re going to get you out of the cell one by one and take you to see the doctor. If the doctor clears you, you’ll go back in the cell, if not… well, you don’t have to worry about that.”

  “Okay.” I nod, and he pushes off the bed and brings me a pair of sweatpants. For some reason, I feel like today might be my last time with him. I don't know why but it feels like it.

  “I’ll come and get you right after dinner, I promise. Don’t fight them, Kitten. Keep your claws to yourself today. They won’t hurt you unless you give them a reason to.”

  I want to tell him he’s lying, they’ll hurt me no matter what, but I don’t.

  Ivan brings me back to the cell just in time for breakfast. Dread sinks deep inside my belly like a ten-pound weight as I go back and forth between preparing myself for this checking thing and replaying in my mind what that Yulie guy said.

  What if he still sends somebody for me? Or what if he himself ends up getting to me? I know Ivan said he wouldn’t let him touch me, but how true is that? He doesn’t stand outside my cell door all day. Anyone could come in here and get me at any point, and he’d never even know.

  I pace the cold floor, unable to sit still. Every day the auction grows closer, and the fact that I’ll have to leave Ivan and go with someone else sinks in. I’m terrified of the unknown, of what could happen tomorrow. I want this entire thing to be over. I want to wake up and realize this was nothing more than a nightmare.

  When I hear people in the hallway, my steps falter and I almost lose it. My heart beats so furiously, my chest starts to ache. My body starts to shake uncontrollably, and a cold sweat breaks out over my skin. Male voices meet my ears, then the sound of doors opening, followed by the sound of women crying, and a few screaming.

  The familiar sound of my door unlocking fills the room, but I know this time it won’t be Ivan walking in. The door swings open and all air leaves my lungs.

  “Hey, bitch, remember me? Big bad Ivan ain’t here to save you this time.” Luca grins at me, and I want nothing more than to fight him. I want to run straight into Iva
n’s arms all over again.

  “It’s time for you to see the doc. Time to see if you are really as innocent as you look.” Moving impossibly fast, he grips onto my arm with bruising force.

  “Let go of me,” I snarl, wanting to fight him so badly it takes everything in me not to. The only thing holding me back is remembering Ivan’s words. Don’t fight them, Kitten. Keep your claws to yourself.

  “No can do, baby. Let’s go, or I’ll drug you, and this time, I really will do whatever the hell I want to you.” He looks over my body and even though I’m wearing Ivan’s three times too big clothes, I feel exposed.

  He pulls me out the cell door, and I try not to drag my feet as he leads me down the hallway and into a well-lit room on the left side of the hall. There is no door and no privacy whatsoever. It’s mostly empty besides an examining chair in the center and a small table with medical trays next to it.

  “Strip,” Luca orders and releases me. His dark eyes rake over me, and he licks his lips, most likely enjoying this. “I’m going to get you ready for the doc. Get naked so I can put you on the chair.”

  I glare at him and then at the chair, which has stirrups to spread my legs. I grind my teeth together when I notice the restraints attached to the chair. The last thing I want is to be strapped down naked to a chair with this bastard in the room.

  “Last chance before I get the sedative out and I'll just undress you myself.” He chuckles like he said something funny.

  “No. I’ll do it.” I force my voice to remain calm and start taking my clothes off. I shove Ivan’s sweatpants and boxers down my legs. The cold chill of the air hits my skin and makes me feel nauseous. I pull the shirt off next, trying my best to ignore Luca being in the room altogether.

  “Get on the table.” I can hear the excitement in his voice, and it’s making me sick beyond belief. I walk slowly over to the chair and sit in it with my legs closed.