Owned by the Mafia Bad Boy (Book Five) Page 5

  Another swat, catching the middle of both her cheeks. Red marks crisscrossed that perfect ass. I loved the thwacking sound that echoed, and the submissive wince she made. It dripped with the promise to stay in line.

  “Four.”

  For the final swat, I made sure the belt hit both cheeks full on and hard. She bucked, head tossing, visibly trying not to scream. Her legs were shaking.

  “Five.” Her voice was a tiny sob.

  Protectiveness roared through me at that sound. I stepped forward and grabbed her around the waist, holding her against me. I bit back the forbidden urge to apologize for the situation my life, and the people in it, forced me into. Everything in my life made me a hard man, a man for whom weakness was death. It was that law which demanded I whip her for simply caring about me, putting her affection for me before her role. Yet apologies were weaknesses too, and I couldn’t allow that.

  Anika leaned against me, panting, skin hot. I tilted her head back against my shoulder and smoothed her hair back off her forehead. Letting my rock hard cock poke into her ass.

  “You’re hard.” She wiped her cheeks. “You get fucking hard off this.”

  “We’ve been through this.” I pulled her pants over her ass and did them up for her, then turned her to face me once I felt she could stand easily. “Put my belt back on.”

  She snatched the belt and jerked it through the loops. I smirked.

  “Aren’t you supposed to make me suck you off now?” Her cheeks were a vivid red and that made me grin.

  “In a minute.” I tilted her chin up. “You hate me, don’t you?”

  “Kane.” Her eyes begged me not to make her answer. Fuck.

  I jerked her chin up a little more. “Understand this, girl. You can’t care for me. It’s too dangerous. Tell me you hate me.”

  She looked away and mumbled the words. “I hate you.”

  I nodded. She meant it, even if it was only because of the way I made her ass sting. “Come here.”

  Across the lot, I pulled her into an elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I slapped the stop button and crooked my finger at her.

  “Here?” Her face flushed again with the awareness of what I expected of her now.

  “Yes. On your knees.”

  “No one will see us here, though.” She held out her hands, indicating the wood lined walls of the elevator. “Is this kinky enough for you?”

  “It’ll have to be. I can’t wait to have your mouth on my cock.”

  Anika closed her eyes and slowly dropped to her knees. Fingers trembling, breathing fast, she reached for my belt, then stopped, looking behind her, up at the black globe in the corner. “There’s a camera. Is security watching?” Horror filled her voice.

  “No. I have a rule. Security knows to shut the camera in the elevators off when…” She whipped her head around, eyes wide. I made myself finish as if it was nothing. “…when I have a woman in here.”

  The way her jaw hardened sent a mix of excitement and annoyance with myself through me. Anything to keep up that wall between us.

  “Seriously?” She jerked my belt open, my zipper down. “You’re an asshole. Sir.”

  “I know.” I helped her take my cock out, watching the disbelief in her eyes.

  Anika barely opened those full lips for me before I slid my hand through her fiery curls to the back of her head, and pushed my length inside. The heat and wetness of her mouth nearly pushed me over the edge in an instant. I bolted the urge down. No way would I rush this.

  Leaning against the railing that ran along the wall behind me, I put my head back and savored her every touch. Unlike other times she’d sucked on me, Anika did exactly as I’d trained her. Licking the sensitive tip, swirling her tongue around it. Running her mouth up and down my length slowly. Taking her time instead of trying to instantly milk me dry to get it over with.

  “Oh, yeah. So good.”

  Except, there was a certain mechanic feel to her attention I’d never felt before. Was this because I wasn’t letting her see her father? Or because I’d made it sound like I’d let other women suck me off here? Damn. I wanted so much to tell her the truth. I hadn’t been inside a woman who wasn’t her since the day I’d first met her. I’d been infamous for my playboy ways once. She’d changed that. But I needed her to think I wasn’t worth her love, to hold onto the hatred she’d held for so long. It wouldn’t just keep her safe. It would keep her alive.

  “Don’t do that, Anika. You don’t get to shut me out.” She wouldn’t look at me, and it pissed me off. I fisted her hair. “Open your mouth.”

  Barely giving her a chance to let her jaw go slack, I shoved all the way in, hitting the back of her throat. She worked her gag reflex, breathing through her nose like I’d taught her.

  “Good girl. Take all of me. I want you to feel every second of it.”

  An angry sort of noise left her, making my cock twitch. She fisted my shirt, clawed at my chest, my stomach. I groaned, feeding off that anger, and held her head still, pumping in and out.

  “That’s better, isn’t it? You remember your role now. On your fucking knees, sucking your man’s cock.”

  “Mff.” An angrier noise, except I could hear the raw hunger in it. She sucked hard and long, and I fucked her mouth faster.

  “Oh, fuck. Yeah. You know you love it.”

  I pumped a few times and shot down her throat. She swallowed, licking me off without being told. “Get up.”

  “You’re not going to fuck me?” The disappointment under the resentment was palpable. She let me yank her to her feet and jerked a hand across her mouth to wipe off a dribble of my come.

  I did up my pants and slapped the elevator button to get it moving. “Don’t worry, I’m just getting started.”

  The elevator door opened with a ding. I grabbed her elbow and marched her down the hall to my suite.

  “What are you doing?” I hissed as he stalked with me toward his suite, careful to keep my voice low. God forbid anyone hear me questioning my big badass of a mobster. His fingers bit into my elbow, everything about him cold and unfeeling.

  Without a word, Kane carded open the doors to the suite and pushed me inside. The doors were barely closed before he started pulling me across the suite to the bedroom.

  The silence, the sudden Mafioso distance I knew so well ticked me off. It reminded me that, when he chose, I meant nothing to him. I tried to jerk free of his iron grip. My foot slipped on the stairs inside his door and I tumbled.

  Kane’s arm went around my waist, catching me, but too late, and we ended up crashing to the floor. His weight crushed me into the carpet, pushing a grunt out of me.

  “Ah, you ass, Kane.” Certain he’d landed on me deliberately, I squirmed to get out from under him.

  As if my anger only excited him, he sat up, grabbing my ankle when I tried to scramble away. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet. You wanted my attention, you got it now.” He yanked me across the floor toward him, taking my arms out from under me. I tried to regain purchase, to reestablish control, but I only ended up flailing. Somehow, the possession, the hunger in him only made me wet for him all over again, so that even the chafe of the carpet across my elbows and knees acted as a stimulant.

  ““How romantic. Jesus, what are you, a Neanderthal, Davros?”

  “Shut your Goddamn mouth, Anika.” He tore open my pants with a frightening intensity, then ripped them down from my ass. The sudden viciousness spiked my need and I couldn’t resist trying to buck him off me.

  “Good. Go ahead and fight, I like that.”

  “You like forcing me?” Purely to rile him, I tried to turn around and get at him, not even sure what I meant to do to him if I managed it. I didn’t get close. His palm stung my ass cheek, striking one of the few spots that must not have been marked by his belt, making me cry out in pleasure-pain.

  “Is that what you want, Anika? You want me to force you?” He shoved my legs apart. “Little fucking brat. Give me
what’s mine. I’m gonna fuck you good and hard, whether you like it or not.”

  God damn, he was so hot. The badder he was, the wetter he made me. I squirmed against him, trying to slap at his head, his face behind me, anything to put up the fight he wanted. “Please don’t hurt me, Master.” But I bit my lip around a smile.

  “Tell me how much you hate me.”

  If he knew how much things had changed, how much my feelings had changed… I love you, Kane. “I hate you, Master. You’re just so repulsive.”

  “Good. We’re gonna have a real good time you and I.”

  He grabbed my hands, I heard him pull his belt off, and then, while his huge frame pinned me to the floor, he pulled my hands up and tied them, first together at the wrists, then he wound the rest of the belt around the leg of a stool for the bar.

  I tried to push up onto my knees, sliding back for him. “Fuck, I need you.”

  Without giving me an instant to acclimate to him, Kane stroked the head of his cock through my slick folds, then shoved every inch of himself into me hard and deep. Pure, molten pleasure ripped through me, almost too much. I bucked and tossed my head, crying out.

  “You want a master, that’s what you’ll get.”

  “Oh my God, Kane.”

  He shoved me flat to the floor. Damn, he felt so good, crushing me, making me feel utterly helpless and fragile under his huge frame.

  One of his fists yanked my hair, pulling my head back. Then I heard his tie being pulled off before he shoved it into my mouth. I let out a long, helpless groan. Everything he did was designed to heighten my arousal, to scour away any hope I had of resisting him, or hanging onto my anger. It was working. He grabbed my hip, bruising, and pounded me savagely, right there on the floor, grunting his pleasure and claiming me without mercy.

  The implications in his actions drove me wild. I was just his property, to be used as he wished, worthy of nothing more than a dirty, mean fuck on the floor of his expensive hotel room. I almost came right then.

  “Mmf!” I screamed my pleasure.

  “Be quiet.” He fucked me harder, spread my legs wider with his. I tried to slow his wild thrusts, but he ground into me deeper, and I could do nothing but lie there and take him. His pelvis and abs rubbed against my still sore ass and the sting only made me needier.

  I made an even louder noise around the gag.

  “I said, shut up, slave.” When I whimpered, he slapped my thigh hard enough to burn. My own helpless moans sounded frantically erotic, muffled by his tie between my teeth.

  Apparently, my helplessness made his control snap, because Kane sat up on his knees, jerked my hips up and started jack-hammering me into the floor. Release clawed at me and I thrashed.

  “Don’t you dare come. You don’t misbehave and then get off.”

  After so many times with him, the command alone drove back my orgasm. I wailed at the loss. He slammed into me a handful of times, then roared as he spilled into me. Breathing hot into my ear, he pulled the tie out of my mouth.

  “You twisted bastard.” I slumped onto the floor, puffing hard.

  He chuckled and ran his hand over my ass with a gentleness he hadn’t shown me all night.

  As the adrenaline of my near release slowly ebbed, my anger had a chance to reassert itself. He was still keeping me from my father. My father, who had no one else but me, and who was in a strange city he didn’t know. He’d implied he’d taken women in the parking lot and the elevator as if I was just another conquest. Was he just trying to keep me at a distance again? Unfortunately, I knew his reputation as a playboy far too well. His relationship with his super model fiancée was fake, but his reputation wasn’t.

  Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to be away from him. Humiliation for letting him take me this way scalded my cheeks. I was about to push to my feet and escape to the bathroom for a shower, but he didn’t give me a chance.

  “Come here, angel.” He drew me into his arms and stood up.

  “Leave me alone. Please.”

  “Why? Master wants to hold you.” He smirked walking with me toward the bedroom.

  “You promised you’d leave me alone.”

  “I did, but after I do what’s right. You need taking care of.”

  In the master bathroom, he set me down, turned on the shower and took off my clothes. Then he stripped while the water warmed up. When the temperature was right, he helped me into the stall, ignoring my eye roll.

  The hot spray beat down on my tired muscles and I groaned, letting it soak my face and hair.

  Stepping in behind me, Kane pressed himself against me so that my back was to his chest. His arms slid around me, wrapping me in warmth. I wished he was holding me to be close to me, but I knew better. Kane always told me he didn’t cuddle; this was just aftercare, an obligation he fulfilled as a Dom. The knowledge there was nothing more between us, that all the connection and progress we’d made of late meant nothing, sliced at my heart.

  “You liked what I did to you, didn’t you?” He nibbled my ear until I squirmed against him as if my body had a will of its own.

  “I wish you wouldn’t do this to me, Kane.”

  “Do what?” His lips trailed down my neck to my shoulder.

  “Confuse me. Make me want things I shouldn’t want. You fuck me like a slave, but then kiss me and hold me like some caring boyfriend. I never know where I stand with you.”

  “Good.” He rocked me slowly in his embrace. I wished the hell I knew if he was mocking me or comforting me for real.

  “My Anika. My brave, mouthy, pain in the ass Anika.”

  “Will you just—”

  A phone rang distantly in the other room. Kane’s phone. I recognized the ring tone, some kind of Italian dance music.

  “Shit. Hold that thought.” He stepped out of the shower and went into the bedroom. A heartbeat or two later, the ringing stopped and I heard him speak. “Yeah.”

  I couldn’t make out what he said after that, but a few moments later, he came back into the room, jerking open the door to the shower.

  “Anika.” For the first time since we’d left Gavini, protectiveness radiated from him.

  Adrenaline rushed through me. I turned the shower off to hear him better. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s your father,” he said softly. “He’s been attacked.”

  5

  My dad had been attacked.

  The words sank in like a cold steel blade. Twice, mobsters had gone after my father, the first time shooting him in the leg. That gunshot wound had landed him in the hospital, and while there, he’d nearly been shot again, would have been, only I’d walked in just in time to stop it. Had yet another hitman been sent after him in Bel Air?

  “It looks like you’ll be coming with me to Bel Air after all. You’ll have to pack fast.”

  I barely registered what Kane said. “Did the caller tell you what happened?”

  “No. That was the security detail I had on your father. He’ll give us a full report when we see him at the facility in Bel Air.”

  My brain was already going numb, so that it was hard to take his words in. Not knowing my dad’s condition or how badly he’d been hurt sent my imagination running wild with images of all the injuries he might be suffering. Another gunshot wound, or worse. I imagined my father lying there as doctors frantically tried to keep him alive. Being a nurse didn’t help. I’d seen so many traumatic injuries at the hospital, my job offered plenty of fuel for the panic-driven fire.

  I opened my mouth to ask Kane more questions, ones I knew he couldn’t answer if the protection detail hadn’t told him anything, but he made a call, finger up to signal he needed silence.

  “Carl, change in plans. I need to leave for Bel Air as soon as possible. Yes, that should be fine. And I’ll be accompanied.” He hung up and made a circle with his finger at me. “Here, turn around.”

  “What? Kane, I thought you said it was too dangerous for me to be near my dad right now.”

  “I
did. But apparently he’s been severely wounded. They wouldn’t tell me more, but I won’t keep you from him when—” He looked away.

  My heart plummeted to my stomach, knowing what he’d almost said. He wouldn’t keep me from my father when this might be the last chance I had to see him.

  Oh, God, please no. All the worst thoughts tumbled through my mind and I shut them down, the same way I did with any of my patients. If I let panic take over, I wouldn’t be able to focus.

  Without thinking, I moved to get out of the tub, but Kane stopped me. “No, stay in there and turn around.” He set the phone on the counter, grabbed a tube of lotion from a drawer. Quickly, he lathered it on his palms, and I recognized the medicinal smell of the lotion he always used on my ass after he belted me.

  “Worry about that later, Kane. I have to start packing.”

  “Anika.” He touched my arm gently. The unexpected tenderness after his coldness earlier took me aback. I blinked at him. “It doesn’t work that way.” He carefully turned me so that I faced the wall. “We’ll get to your father, I promise, but we have to take care of you, too. Without this stuff, your ass will hurt a lot more.”

  “But—”

  He cut me off, already rubbing both his lotion-slicked palms over my considerable ass cheeks. The lotion was cool, soothing. “Enough. The jet has to be fueled, so we won’t be able to leave for a couple of hours.”

  I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Kane, is there anything your money can’t buy?”

  “No. Face the wall.”

  “Must be nice.”

  A hint of a smile pulled at his lips for my annoyance with his seemingly boundless wealth. No way would I admit to the gratitude I felt for that wealth now. If he hadn’t had his own plane, it might have been a lot longer before we could fly out.

  As soon as Kane was finished rubbing lotion on, I threw on clean underwear and took a carryon out of the closet for packing.

  “I’ll do that, you finish getting ready.” He started throwing on his clothes, his usual silk and perfectly pressed black suit. I did the same, jerking on the beige three-pieced suit Kane had bought me, which cost about the same as two months of my apartment’s rent.