Marrying the Mob Prince

CLAIRE

What now?

Cainan lifted his head, glaring in the door’s direction.

Lightning strikes of arousal kept me from protesting. My pussy throbbed. Pleasure tingled up my outer lips. The glorious wet heat withdrew from my breast as he curled back his tongue. Frowning, he eased off my body.

The ringing persisted as Cainan grabbed the set of robes, tossing me one. He covered himself in the plush fabric, his smoldering gaze meeting mine with a devilish slant.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

He patted my leg and strolled out, leaving me alone. I waited until his footsteps descended the stairs, and then I shot upright. I needed to take advantage of his distraction. My adrenaline skyrocketed as I leapt off the bed. As the voices downstairs rumbled, I tore through drawers. My fingers clawed through silk button-up shirts and women’s lingerie. I had to get my phone. I’d call Indie and she’d get the police involved, and this nightmare would end. If I could find the damned thing.

Where the hell did he hide it?

I ripped back the sheets and dug into his pillow case. I checked underneath the mattress frame. I combed through the closet, ripping aside pastel shirts and dresses. Frustrated, I wrenched a dress too hard, and it spilled off the hanger. Fuck. I seized the collar, my eyes landing on the small rectangular strip inside. It was in my size. I raked through the other dresses, scanning. They all were.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He must’ve had them brought in.

“This is crazy,” I breathed in a hysterical whisper, lightheaded. “Completely mad.”

I searched the furnishings as though an exit would materialize and spirit me back to Boston, and then a scrape of footsteps jolted my attention to the doorway.

“So disappointing.” Cainan prowled in the bedroom, his robe hanging open. Pale muscle peeked through the dark blue cotton. His beautiful face wore a solemn expression.

I backed away, my elbows banging into the dresser.

He cornered me, caging me within his arms. “I told you to stay put.”

“It was cold. I needed clothes.”

“It’s seventy-five degrees in the house.” He picked up the dress I’d knocked on the floor, a white sundress, and handed it to me. “Put this on.”

I yanked it over my head and studied myself in the mirror, impressed by the craftsmanship. It was gorgeous. The material tapered to my waist and flared out into a short skirt that exposed much more thigh than I liked. The cut of the dress and the sheerness of the fabric made hiding my breasts impossible.

“Lovely,” he murmured. “I chose well.”

“You bought me these?”

Cainan nodded, looking like my date with his hands on my hips. “Do you like it?”

Do you even care?

I held back my retort, shrugging. “It’s cute.”

That was putting it lightly. It was by far the nicest gift anyone had ever gotten me…and the fact that it came from my kidnapper threw me.

“I noticed you wear a lot of pretty dresses and thought, how about something that shows off those flawless legs?” Cainan exhibited his mercurial smile that made me want to retreat back a step. He offered me his arm. “Come with me.”

“But-I need a bra. I look indecent in this dress.”

He raised a brow. “It’s perfect for your figure.”

“That’s because it’s not covering anything!”

Cainan fingered the red mark on my breast. “That’s the idea.”

I wavered on my feet, blinded by his compliment and the warmth spiraling in my chest. He took my hand and led me downstairs, the hard pinch giving me no choice. He pushed me through the French doors to an outdoor patio where the jungle sound blared to a full roar. Mist peppered my cheeks from the enveloping heat. He brought me to a table splayed with tools and black silicone toys. An older man in a Hawaiian shirt and cargos sat at the head of the table, his bronzed arms wreathed in tattoos. His cold smile widened when Cainan and I approached.

“Who is that?” I burst, heart hammering.

“He’s none of your concern.”

I whirled at him. “What is going on?”

“This will only take a few minutes.” Cainan lifted me onto the table so that my back faced the man. “Unfortunately, his presence is necessary. But I don’t want you to look at him. Eyes on me at all times. Understood?”

This couldn’t lead anywhere good.

I kicked off his grip and clawed to the other side of the table, but a sharp pain wrenched in the back of my head. Cainan had fisted my hair, glaring with such reproach that I burned. I caught his hand, intending to fight his grasp, but I only strengthened the sensual thread between us. I encircled his strong wrist and pulled.

“Put your hands on the table.” His voice rumbled with a thunder of foreboding. “And bend over.”

Fuck you.

He seemed to hear my unspoken insult. His firm stare raised a row of goosebumps on my arms. “Starling.”

My stomach twisted. “Why do I have to do it near him?”

“He’s here to induct you as a permanent member of our family.” Cainan towered over me, wielding a dominance that unnerved me to my core. He loosened his grip and slid down my neck. He seized me at the base in a hard pinch. A shiver ran up my thighs. I trembled, ignoring the excitement building between my legs.

“Do as I say,” he began calmly, his baritone clouding my mind with doubt. “I doubt you want me to rip off that dress and make an example of you.”

Heat claimed my cheeks, confusing my humiliation with that enticing image. While sitting upright, I placed one palm on the wooden table, then the other. The corners of his mouth curled, but the warmth didn’t touch his eyes. The only way I’d ever get a genuine smile from him was if I were on my knees.

Was that what he planned to do to me?

“Good girl,” he murmured, rubbing my neck. “Now your knees.”

A sickening amount of pleasure swooped my insides at his glowing praise. And during that split second, I was glad to please him. My mind floundered as I bent over, and Cainan’s grip flattened to a stroke.

“Beautiful.”

The smooth melody of his words hinted at his predatory amusement, but the hope of making it out of here unscathed kept me still. Cainan stroked me with the gentleness of a lover as I followed his hungry gaze to the front of my dress. I blushed hard, knowing how I must look, my dignity barely preserved by the sheer dress.

“I am going to play with your body.” Cainan’s intimate caress stole the breath from my lungs. “And you’ll hold still. Understand?”

I gasped as warmth glided my thigh, and my backside contracted at the hit of cooler air. The voice begging me to run faded to a whisper, dominated by more primal urges. A pulse pounded between my legs as he positioned himself behind me. The pleasant shudder teasing every delicate spot heated to an inferno. My heart galloped into a seizure as he held my thighs, his thumbs stroking me.

What the hell was going on?

Why was I bent over a table in this obscene dress, allowing my abductor to stare at my bare sex? This wasn’t me. The real Claire was a fighter. I should’ve clawed his eyes out, not submitted to his loathsome touch like a slave. Was this fear? No, the pulsing between my legs wasn’t panic.

“You’re wet,” he murmured.

I dug my fingers into the wood, wishing I could disappear. I was wet. Cool air touched my pussy, which I ached to touch. I didn’t know what was worse-getting turned on by this or that he’d witnessed how my body responded to this humiliation. The embarrassment wrapped my chest like thick rope, binding me in place. I struggled to inhale. My mind froze. I couldn’t close my legs and protect myself from the sadist who’d drugged and kidnapped me.

He palmed my backside and I gnawed my lip, expecting him to land a harsh blow. Instead, his thumb pulled me open, exposing me fully. Coolness touched an invasive spot. The fluid joined his thumb, which rubbed it into me. I gasped as it slipped down, caressing my lips.

Was that lube?

He gathered it and rolled it up…way too high. He rotated, teasing my entrance, and then he pushed. I bit my lip. Discomfort gripped my stomach as it pulsed inside me.

“Always wanted to fuck that ass,” he said in a gritty tone, sliding his thumb out. “You’re too tight for me right now, but in a few weeks…I’ll be inside you.”

A whimper escaped my lips as something much broader replaced his finger. Cainan soothed me as the pressure expanded, widening me. “I could’ve used a smaller plug, but you disobeyed me. So your little ass is going to get quite the workout.”

I groaned as it anchored inside me, my chest heaving from the unfamiliar sensation. My voice wavered as he stroked both cheeks. “It’s too big.”

“You can handle this. It’s not even half the size of my cock.”

“I-I can’t. Take it out.”

“No, my pet. We haven’t even begun.”

His thumb nudged the plug, sending a shockwave of pain through my belly. He laughed again. Then he reappeared beside me, his hand soothing my upper back. He beamed at me, his delight transforming him into the sweet gentleman I’d bumped into weeks ago.

“Remember. You need to stay still.”

I had no interest in jostling the plug. His wicked smile widened when I dropped my head, defeated. His baritone barked an order to the other man.

“You may begin.”

Chairs moved, and then another pair of hands gripped my thigh. I whirled around as the man I’d forgotten about pulled out a slender black tool with a needle tip. A mechanical buzzing filled the air, and my leg jerked.

“What the hell is he doing?” I shrieked.

“Keep still.” Cainan’s gentle touch glided up my neck, turning my face back to his. “This won’t take long.”

“Is that a-I don’t want a tattoo!”

He grabbed my neck and squeezed. “If the lines aren’t straight, he’ll start over. Somewhere else on your skin. And we’ll keep going until I get what I want.”

The first needle struck me cruelly, and I screamed. Pain slashed through my flesh as it traced a burning path. The leg I kept on the table shook as Cainan grappled with me.

“That’s it. You’re doing beautifully.” He stroked me, his nails raking my neck. “Concentrate on the pleasure.”

Hot tears rolled over my cheeks. I opened my mouth to scream, but then I felt pleasure through the stinging thigh. God, what was wrong with me? I forced myself to remain still as the resounding bite of the needle played with the delicious fullness. Another tear tracked my cheek as Cainan lowered his head, claiming my mouth in a kiss. He pressed his open mouth to mine, forcing through my lips with his hot tongue. I made a desperate sound, unable to stop the moan from escaping me.

“Such a wanton girl,” he purred, his chastising tone vibrating between my legs. “How will you react when I take your pussy?”

I gritted my teeth. “Probably the same way as your victims.”

“There’s that word again. I’m disappointed that a strong woman defines herself that way. You’re not my victim, you’re my little bird. I might clip your wings to keep you from flying away, but they’ll grow back. And when you leave this place, you will be stronger. You will survive. You will master your fears. The only thing you’ll fail at is hiding from the pleasure I’m giving you.”

Was I living a nightmare…or a sinful dream?

“Kiss me.”

Cainan’s burning eyes held me still, his words somehow more than a command. Some magic worked through my veins, compelling me to obey. I didn’t know why, but I wanted this. I squeezed my hands into fists as I leaned forward, my mouth colliding with his. My lips barely moved as he ravaged me with a frenzied growl. Then he broke away, panting.

“Give me your tongue.”

I did, inching it over my teeth.

Cainan sucked on it as another cruel slash hit my leg, but it didn’t register. The pulsating heat between my thighs demanded more. I crashed my lips into his as he thrust his tongue inside me with a slow, pulsing motion. My pussy clenched, desperate for friction. Cainan pulled back, rewarding me with the smile I’d been wondering about.

“Are you trying to come?”

I shook my head.

He crushed his mouth against mine, and the mounting heat returned so quickly it was like his touch fueled all desire. Then he was gone, disappearing behind me. My gaze jumped on the powerful frame between my legs.

The fullness inside me rotated and pushed. The plug buried in me so deep I could do nothing but take his thrusts. “Did you think you could come without asking me?”

“I-I’m not even close.”

“Your cunt is soaking, begging to get fucked, and you’re lying to me?” he growled over the buzzing, his lazy slap hitting my ass. “Ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me for permission, and I’ll let you come.”

No.

I would never ask him for that, but every muscle in my body tightened. Tears obscured my vision as I rocked against the plug, hoping I could stay strong, but I needed a release. I needed it more than air. Cainan’s hand slapped my swollen clit, ricocheting desire through me. I groaned and cried with each delicious push.

“That’s it, Claire. Surrender to me.”

My arms trembled from the effort of holding myself upright, because I’d enlisted all my strength in resisting him. The buzzing from the tattoo gun stopped. Then a cool gel coated my burning thigh.

Cainan’s light touch sailed up my back and gripped my hair. He pulled, forcing me to flop on my side. He seized my hips and dragged me across the harsh wooden surface. I kicked his hands and flipped my torso, clawing at the table. My thigh screamed with agony. I struggled to gain purchase, but then a mouth-watering pressure returned to the plug.

I went limp as the pleasure returned with an overwhelming force. It rotated and pushed, each thrust bringing me closer…Cainan scooped me into his arms to where he sat. I fell onto his lap, straddling his legs, confronted by his marble-like chest.

“Surrender.” Cainan smirked, the caress of his words contrasting with the brutal way he fucked me with the toy, ramming into me hard enough to steal my breath. “That’s it, Starling. Let it go. Give in to your master.”

I shook my head. Stop.

The word fumbled from my tongue, lost in unintelligible babble. Cainan swore. He dragged out the plug slowly. The silicone rubbed my walls until the tip kept me open. Waiting for him.

I panted, digging my nails in his chest.

Grunting, he shoved the plug back in. The swift impalement sent a shockwave to my pussy. He began thrusting, ripping cries from my throat.

I collapsed on him, face plastered against his chest.

He chuckled. “You love this. You poor slut.”

I cringed at the pathetic whimper that made my protest, but it seemed to embolden Cainan’s efforts. His firm stare stabbed into me with the unforgiving force of his fingers shoving the plug into me.

“You’re mine,” he crooned. “My perfect toy. Your only purpose is serving me. And you’re going to do every-”

He pulled out.

“-thing-”

He thrust inside.

“-I say.”

I couldn’t resist the pleasure from being filled in a spot that’d never been taken. Tears clung to my eyelids as I arched my back and pushed, desperate to feel good. My clit tingled where my body met the fabric of his robe. The hard bump of his erection soothed the aching spot. A jolt slammed into my pussy. I dug my nails into his shoulders, and then I clenched. A cry ripped from me as my orgasm doused me in bliss. He pushed in deep, impaling me as my thighs twitched with the rolling ecstasy.

My kidnapper made me come.

Fucked me in the ass.

Humiliated me on a table where anyone could see my shame. And now he kissed me as his hand gripped the plug soaked with lube and my arousal, which had somehow gotten everywhere.

He stood with me in his arms. I lay in a pool of glowing bliss, too faint to trust my feet. In a blur of movement, he brought us into the guesthouse and swept into the bedroom. He rolled my body onto the bed, my splayed legs making no secret of my desire. He made no attempt to cover my modesty. I felt like a discarded fuckdoll, my insides aching from what he’d done to me. But that wasn’t more monstrous than the sparks flying across my jaw when he cupped my cheek.

“Next time, I’ll get you to beg.”

I stiffened, answering him in a rush of defiance. “I-I’d rather die!”

His dark expression smoldered with an unspoken warning.

You just might.