Shane: A Mafia Love Story: Dark Erotic Romance (15 page)

“Sit down.” He waved to the chaise lounge.

Meekly, Mia backed toward it, letting herself sink onto the sumptuous brocade when her calves touched the side of the piece. She stared up at him, licked her lips, and winced when she again encountered the cut on her lower lip.

“Have you forgotten who owns you, Mia?” He asked the question in a chillingly soft voice as he stalked toward her.

She glared at him, refusing to give him the answer he wanted. As conflicted as she was about her feelings for him, she wasn’t going to allow him to claim he owned her. His rough hand grabbing her hair made her wince, but she remained silent as he wound the strands around his fist.

“Every strand of hair on your head belongs to me.” He tugged forcefully, pulling her head backward as his hips jutted forward. “Take out my dick.”

She clamped her lips closed, maintaining an angry scowl as she lifted her hands to his elastic-waist pants. He’d never worn something so casual before in her presence, and she supposed it had been a convenient option for dressing one-handed. It was also likely his primary motivator for making her remove his erection from the soft linen. That, and he wanted to humiliate her and enforce his supremacy over her.

She hated the way that thought sent a tingle of arousal through her core. Mia pushed down the waistband, and his cock sprang free. He hadn’t bothered with underwear.

Still gripping her hair, wrapped several times around his hand now, he took his length in that hand, rubbing her hair up and down his erection and pulling her forward in the same motion. “If I want to do this with your hair, it’s my right.” With a sharp tug, he pulled her head back again. “If I want to drag you across the room by your hair, that’s also my right.”

Tears blurred her vision from the pain in her scalp, but she refused to let them fall. “You’re a bastard.”

He sneered as he untangled himself from her hair. A second later, he cupped her chin in a punishing grip. “Who owns that smart mouth, Mia?”

“Fuck you.” She whimpered when he squeezed a bit more, rubbing his thumb roughly across the sore spot on her lower lip.

“If I want to put my fingers in your mouth, your only job is to suck.” He slipped his thumb between her lips, pressing on the seam until she yielded and parted for him. “Or my dick.” He angled his hips toward her mouth.

Mia nipped his thumb, thrilled when he retaliated by pulling his finger from her mouth and cupping the back of her head to push her forward. She let the head of his erection slip into her mouth without much resistance, but allowed her teeth to graze the length.

“Bitch.” There was a strong note of arousal underlying the word as he inserted himself so deeply she gagged. “That mouth is mine, Mia. That tongue, and those sharp little teeth. I own them, and if I demand those lips wrapped around my cock, that’s my right.”

“Fuck you.” His shaft muffled the words and hid the pleasure in her voice as he roughly thrust in and out of her mouth. She didn’t try to bite him as he used her without regard for her pain or pleasure. Mia should hate how turned on that made her, but she was too engrossed in their battle of wills to care about her own depravity.

“Suck me.” The cords in his neck throbbed as he made the request while thrusting even harder and deeper inside her mouth.

She complied, applying suction while stroking the corona with the broad part of her tongue. His hands tightened in her hair, holding her immobile as he surged to the back of her throat, his length hardening and twitching. Copious amounts of his release flooded her mouth, pouring down her throat and out her lips.

Temporarily satisfied, he released her head and withdrew from her mouth. His gaze was dark with lust and rage as he watched her wipe away the traces of his satisfaction.

Shane moved quickly, shoving her back to sprawl on the lounge. He cupped one of her breasts, gently rubbing the nipples. “Who owns these, Mia?”

She glared at him, but couldn’t suppress a small moan as he deftly stroked the sensitive peaks, making them crinkle to the point of pain.

“If I want to taste them, I will. If I want to lick and suck your tits, you won’t stop me.” Suddenly, he twisted the nipple viciously between his thumb and finger, making her cry out from the sharp pain. “If I want to pull on them or bite them, I will. It’s my right to clamp your nipples for hours, if I choose, and then watch you writhe in agony and pleasure when I take them off. Your beautiful breasts are mine, Mia, and I will not allow you to deny me access to what’s mine.”

He bent down beside her as he loosened his painful hold, but she barely had time to react to the lessening ache before his lips clamped around the abused bud, alternating between gentle and hard pressure. When he bit her with enough force to make her scream, a jolt shot through her pussy at the same time the dart of pain abraded her nerve-endings.

Shane lifted his head, letting her nipple fall from his mouth as his hand moved lower to cup her stomach. “This soft skin is mine, Mia. If I want to jerk off and come on your abdomen, that’s my right. If I want to pour champagne into the little dip of your navel and lick it away, I will. I own it. I own every inch of you.”

She shook her head in denial, even as her body sang with need and arousal.

His palm pressed a little harder against her stomach, and his expression took on a new intensity that was both disturbing and exhilarating. “If I want to put my seed inside you and watch your stomach swell with my baby, that’s also my right. I own every part of you, from your smart mouth to your sweet little pussy and even your womb.”

“No.” Her first word was a sharp crack in the room, and she jumped with surprise. “No way.” Her intense, vehement denial was for herself as much as him, because the dark part of her that recognized Shane’s claim sang with joy at the prospect of nurturing his child. Considering she had never wanted children before, and had always thought she never would, it was a strange response.

It made perfect sense, because it was the ultimate mark of ownership. Nothing broadcasted to the world that a man had taken a woman like the proof of his baby inside her.

That didn’t mean it was a good idea, and the rational part of her was horrified at the idea. “Did you really give me birth control, or was that just an excuse to tag me like a fucking animal?”

“Both.” His hand moved lower, and he snorted with amusement when one of his fingers slipped inside her wet heat with no resistance. “It’s obvious who owns this sweet patch of heaven, Mia. Your body can’t even pretend it isn’t true.” Another finger joined the first, and he pressed them deeply into her sheath. “I can have this whenever and wherever I want. However. Your cunt belongs to me, and if I want to pound you against the wall in the middle of the subway, that’s my right.”

She closed her eyes, unable to refute his assertion as he stroked her clit while fingering her. Her body hummed with arousal and the expectation of release, and she was too lost in the pleasure to deny his words or try to evade his ministrations. “Fuck…” she whispered.

“Soon.” His hand left her needy slit just as she hovered on the edge of release.

She wasn’t surprised by the dick move, but still glared at him.

“Stand up and bend over the back of the lounge, Mia.”

Just to be contrary, and because the lack of orgasm had left her surly, she glared at him and crossed her arms, while leaving her legs splayed wide. His gaze settled on the slippery folds, still bared from her recent shave at his hands, and his control was obviously barely hanging by a thread.

“Now.” When she still refused to comply with his order, Shane stood up and hoisted her to her feet with his good arm. He dragged her around the lounge until she was bent over it in the position he desired—her breasts pressed against the top and dangling over, along with her arms, her butt tipped upward, and her legs spread wide.

When he clenched one of her cheeks in his hand, she stiffened. This move made perfect sense on his part, and she’d half-expected it in the back of her mind, but she was still terrified. “Please don’t, Shane.”

He ignored her plea as his thumb slipped between her cheeks. “This is mine.” His voice was deep and smoky with arousal. “I own this hole, just like I own every other part of you.”

She whimpered from mingled fear and need when his hand moved lower, his fingers dipping into her liquid heat. Mia bit her lip and grasped the fabric of the lounge with her hands when his cock nudged against her buttocks. To her surprise, he moved lower, his length replacing his fingers.

She was amazed by his mercy when he surged inside her pussy instead of her back passage, but gratitude faded in a blur as his finger returned to the stubborn ring of muscles between her clenched cheeks.

“Who owns you, Mia?”

She shook her head, still denying him the answer he wanted. His heavy sigh transmitted through her body as he pressed closer. Shane’s penis lodged deep inside her as his finger stretched her dark entrance. Her own juices provided ample lubrication for his questing finger, and she whimpered with protest and a jolt of desire when his finger breached her.

“Mine, Mia. I will fuck you here whenever I want. I own it. I own you.” As he spoke, he thrust his finger in and out of her, loosening her slowly.

To her shock, his touch soon became pleasurable, enhancing the feel of his erection inside her core. The moan that left her when he penetrated her with a second finger was pure pleasure, and her fear had faded to a negligible level. After the rough ways Aldo had taken her in the ass, she never would have believed it could feel good.

“Because it’s mine, I will take care of it.” He crossed his fingers inside her and began twisting them in a corkscrew way. “I protect what’s mine, Mia. Do you understand?”

She nodded, too engrossed by the way he was slowly dragging his cockhead against her sensitive inner folds in time with the way his fingers were taking her anal channel.

“Tell me who you belong to, Mia.”

Still, a streak of stubbornness and a need for independence had her shaking her head. She couldn’t admit it to him.

He sighed, sounding angry and disappointed. A second later, his erection slipped from her inner folds, though she tried to squeeze her muscles around him to keep him inside her. When he withdrew his fingers, she didn’t know if she hoped he was going to leave her unsatisfied, or hoped he was staking his claim in a more forceful way.

Mia whimpered with renewed fear when he rested his cockhead against her puckered rosette. “Please,” she whispered, not entirely sure if she was asking him not to, or begging him to take her there, in a place she had only known fear and pain. If he took her, she knew he wouldn’t harm her. Her trust in him was insane, but she didn’t question it as he pressed harder.

It hurt for a second when he breached the resisting ring of muscles. Mia took a deep breath and forced herself to relax as Shane eased into her back passage slowly until he had breached the ring. Then he slid into her with ease, his cock slick with her arousal.

“Tell me who owns you, Mia.”

She clamped her lips shut and stayed still as he thrust in and out of her. It was shocking to find the motions so pleasurable, despite the aching void inside her folds. Her eyes widened when she realized she wanted him to be inside both of her passages. As though reading her mind, his hand cupped her mound, and he started twisting her clitoris a bit more forcefully than she would have thought she’d like. It proved to be the perfect level of intensity as he increased the pace of his thrusts inside her back passage.

“Oh, Shane.” The beginnings of an orgasm were unfurling in her stomach, inching downward toward the heart of her center, where his fingers twisted her clit as he drove in and out of her ass.

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” Each word was staccato, and his voice betrayed how close he was to finding his own release.

“You, oh, god, Shane, I belong to you.” Mia surrendered as she came, her inner muscles clamping around his cock to encourage his orgasm as her folds contracted, and her release rushed from her to soak his hand. He surged so deeply inside her that she swore she could feel the individual hairs on his sac.

“Then why the fuck did you run away and leave me lying on the ground bleeding, Mia?” Either he couldn’t, or didn’t try to, mask his pain and betrayal, because it bled through his voice, underscoring each word.

Tears flooded her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. “Because I love you, Shane.”

He stiffened, though it was difficult to tell from shock at her words or because his orgasm overtook him. He twitched inside her as he came, filling her tight channel with slippery proof of his gratification. Even when he stopped twitching, the rest of Shane remained motionless, as though he couldn’t grasp the meaning of her words.

Suddenly, Shane withdrew from her and spun her around to face him in one jerky motion. “What the fuck, Mia?”

She blinked in the face of his rage, recoiling and pressing her back to the chaise lounge. “I’m sorry.” Though she didn’t know for what she apologized—leaving him or loving him. He clearly didn’t want her to love him.

He was pale and looked devastated. “How can you make a claim like that after you left me?”

Mia bit her lip, once again hitting the sore spot and cursing softly. “Do you think I want to feel that way? I’m sorry if it bothers you, but I don’t know what you expect from me. Normal people have emotions, and if you don’t like me loving you, then fuck you. It’s your own fault for showing me a different side of you.” Suddenly angry, she poked him in the stomach. “What’s your problem? I expected you to be crowing with satisfaction, not horrified at the mere idea of me loving you.”

His expression had morphed into one of delight and more than a hint of smugness. He grabbed her poking finger and wrapped his hand around hers. “I’m not angry that you love me, Mia, but I am pissed that you left me without even knowing if I was alive or dead.”

“I called your sister.” She whispered the confession, shamed by her weakness as much as she had been that night when she had dialed his cell phone with a strong dose of self-disgust.

“I know.” His grin widened, though he still looked confused. “I just don’t know how to believe you feel that way after your actions show something else.”

She tugged her hand free. “Screw you. Don’t you get it? I was—am—terrified to love you. You scare me, Shane. You’re about an inch from totally crazy, and you push all my boundaries, not necessarily in good ways. You kidnapped me and kept me. Why the fuck would I happily accept feeling anything intense for you? A sensible person would flee and try to recover from this insanity, not embrace it willingly.”

He ignored her attempts to resist when he took her hand again and pulled her down onto the chaise lounge beside him. Shane wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, rubbing his chin against the top of her head. “You think I don’t feel afraid and freaked out by all this too, Mia?”

She stiffened in surprise. “Why would you?”

He laughed. “Because you make me weak, and you make me want things I’ve never thought about before, like white picket fences and dogs and kids. All that domestic bliss crap that I have never seen proof of in my life, and I doubt it can exist for a guy like me. It scares me how badly I want those things.” Turning his head, his gaze captured hers. “It freaks me out how desperate I am for you, Mia. The depths I’d go to in order to possess you scare me a bit sometimes.”

“Oh.” She fell silent, but couldn’t look away from the naked vulnerability in his gaze. “Where does that leave us, Shane?”

He shrugged his good shoulder. “Fuck if I know, baby girl, but I’d rather live with this insane fear and have you than ignore it. Do you think you’d be happier without me? Because I know I sure as hell wouldn’t be happier without you.”

Mia closed her eyes for a second, recognizing the moment of her utter surrender to Shane. “I couldn’t leave.” Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes to meet his gaze again. “I tried several times during the two days I was in a motel near the bus station, but I never quite made it out the door. Even that last day, when Wallace caught up with me near the bus station, I had convinced myself to walk out of the room, but I think I knew deep down I wasn’t going to get on any of those buses.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners as a boyish grin that didn’t bear all his usual burdens lifted his lips. “You’re obsessed with me too.”

“Smug bastard.”

He chuckled. “Completely fucking obsessed, aren’t you?”

She glared at him, but didn’t deny it. “Just shut up.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I can be a gracious winner.”

Mia rolled her eyes and shoved against him, gasping when he winced. “Oh, I forgot about your arm. I’m sorry.” She touched the thick bandage, frowning. “What’s with the sling? You were shot in the chest.”

“It’s just to immobilize the area until I heal a bit more.” Looking a bit sheepish, he confessed, “I haven’t been the best patient, babe. I was antsy to get out of the hospital and find you.”

Reminded of just how he’d tracked her down, she scowled. “I want that damn thing out of my arm. I’m not a pet to tag and track.”

He hesitated for a second. “What if—”

She shook her head. “No negotiations and no dictates, Shane O’Mara. The chip goes or I do. Agreed?”

After a moment, he heaved a sigh. “Fine. I’ll arrange for the doctor to remove it.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You promise?”

Shane cupped her chin awkwardly, since his arm was still around her. “I’m a lot of things, Mia—a criminal and a murderer—but I’m not a liar. Got it? I give you my word, and you have no reason to doubt it.”

Staring into his eyes, it was easy to see his sincerity, and she nodded. “Okay.” Staring at him, it was also easy to see his exhaustion, and she wriggled away. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

His eyes sparkled, and he stood up with more energy than she’d expected, judging from his pallor. “Ready for round-two, love?”

She rolled her eyes. “I think you mean round-three for you,
love
.” The endearment felt strange on her tongue, but resonated with her in a way she couldn’t deny. “At your age, another round is asking too much.”

He smirked. “Wanna bet?”

She couldn’t help sneaking a peek at his cock, surprised to find it was already half-mast again. Mia forced aside thoughts of pleasure and put her hand on his uninjured arm. “Maybe later, stud. Right now, you need rest, so get in that bed.”

He scowled, but didn’t fight too hard as she urged him to cross the room and slip under the comforter. Mia was surprised by the whirling emotions filling her. Tenderness, passion, concern, and even a hint of nurturing were an emotional maelstrom inside her as she pulled the covers over him and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“What, no bedtime story?” he mocked, though he seemed to be as puffed as a peacock under her gentle ministrations.

“Shut up and go to sleep before I muzzle you.” She cast a glance around his room. “You claim there’s no Red Room around here, but I’ll bet it wouldn’t be too hard to dig up a ball gag in this place.”

He laughed softly, even as his eyes closed. His lashes were dark smears against his pale skin, and she worried he had exerted himself too much. She couldn’t regret their reconciliation, but she feared they had done too much too quickly.

She curled up beside him in the bed, finally letting herself feel her own aches and pains from Wallace’s abuse, followed by the somewhat rough passions from Shane. Her bottom ached with a hint of tenderness, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. Most of her discomfort would quickly fade, and she knew she would be ready for lovemaking the next time Shane was up for it.

And wasn’t that a strange turn of events, to discover the word lovemaking really applied to what they were doing, at least when they weren’t fucking like lusty animals? Admitting her love had been humbling and terrifying, but hearing he felt the same way had the opposite effect. It was reassuring to know he was just as freaked out by the intensity of his emotions as she was. Their relationship was a train wreck to anyone examining it critically, and she didn’t doubt others would be horrified if they knew the full truth.

How had she fallen in love with the man who had abducted her? Even now, knowing she felt that way, Mia still questioned how it had happened. It wasn’t normal or natural, and she supposed she should still try to escape. As she snuggled closer to Shane, content with the warmth of his body against hers, she wasn’t even tempted.

Did it matter if anyone could understand the complexity of their relationship? Did she care if society approved of her loving such a dark and dangerous man? Mia tried to count the fucks she might give and decided it was zero. All that mattered was if she could accept all of him, both the light and the dark. She wanted him badly enough to love a bad man—especially knowing he wasn’t fully a terrible man. Doing bad things didn’t make you a completely bad person anymore than doing good things made you a saint.

Her stepbrother was a perfect example of that, with his twisted games. He funded domestic abuse charities and contributed to a shelter for abused children while sexually abusing an underage girl under his power. He donated to a group dedicated to helping freed sex slaves rebuild their lives, all while running multiple brothels and strip clubs staffed by enslaved men and women. He was the worst person she knew, with a core of pure evil, and she didn’t believe that was an exaggeration.

She wasn’t trying to fool herself into thinking there was a tarnished halo under Shane’s horns. He was still a wicked devil, but it didn’t matter. He made her feel too good for him to be all bad. A brief flash of Wallace falling to the ground invaded her memories, but she blinked it away. He had deserved it, and she would have gladly killed him herself.

Was Shane turning her into someone she didn’t recognize or simply helping her strip away the layers of bullshit and self-deception she had used to convince herself she was a morally upright woman who just had the misfortune of being a mob boss’s daughter? Had he been the catalyst for negative changes or blasted away her mask of naiveté?

Casting a glance at him, she decided she didn’t have any fucks to give for that either. Whether he had transformed her or just peeled back layers, she found her new state liberating. Mia wasn’t about to start digging into the mafia lifestyle or waving around a gun. She had no plans to become a player in the criminal underworld or orchestrate illegal activities. She was just at peace with her history and her choice of men for the first time ever.

***

Shane’s ringtone woke her sometime later. Mia stretched across the bed to grab it before it could wake him. Without looking at the caller ID, since she wasn’t likely to recognize anyone’s number, she said, “Hello,” in a husky rasp.

“Who’s this?”

“Mia.”

“Ah.” The deep male voice was rich with recognition. “You’re the thorn in my side, huh?”

She frowned. “Since I don’t even know you…” Leaving the rest of the sentence unuttered, she tapped her fingers against the bedding in an attempt to rein in her impatience.

“Let me talk to Shane, honey.”

She glanced at her lover, able to see him easily in the dim lighting provided by the lamp she hadn’t turned off before falling asleep. He slept deeply, a soft snore escaping him periodically. “Sorry, but he’s sleeping.”

There was a brief pause before the man spoke again, sounding stunned. “Then wake his ass up.”

She scowled at the person on the other end of the line. “He’s recovering from a gunshot and needs his rest.”

“The gunshot is why I need to talk to him, Miss Kasilli.”

“It can wait.” She spoke crisply, firm in her resolve not to waken him.

He made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. “Do you know who I am?”

“No.”

“Patrick Murphy. I’m Shane’s boss.”

“Oh.” She almost bit her lip before remembering the sore spot. Mia softened her tone. “I’ll let him know you called when he’s up to dealing with it.”

“Are you seriously going to—”

“Thanks for calling.” Before he could finish his sentence or launch into an angry tirade, she hung up the phone and switched it to silent.

After dealing with that annoyance, she curled up next to Shane again. As he slept, an idea bloomed in her mind until she was chuckling aloud, albeit softly to keep from waking him.

Propping her chin on her hand, she looked at him, noting his pallor was gone, and his face looked less angular. He was probably up to what she had in mind, as long as she was careful.