Owned by the mafia boss

LIANA

I kneeled.

Heat stole into my face as my legs struck the marble. I lowered my gaze, unable to stomach the cruel twist of his mouth. I didn’t want to degrade myself, but the alternative was letting him go.

I’d cried all the tears when my brother called a year ago with the horrible news that Vinn had been shot. I couldn’t swallow my sobbing fast enough to breathe. His shooting had detonated me. If he walked out the door, the same thing might happen.

He couldn’t leave.

His jacket and keys hit the tile. I was the third inanimate object he’d discarded. A dull ache pulsed in my skull as he curled a finger around my chin, the gesture unbearable in its tenderness.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now beg me to fuck you.”

I looked up from the floor pinching my flesh, his slacks, over the bulge that jolted me with hope.

“W-what?”

“Beg me to fuck you.”

I fingered my throat, the burn from my cheeks spreading like a head-to-toe bath. Fantasizing about sex with Vinn wasn’t the same as committing to the act.

“You want me? Right now?”

He nodded, his expression marked with loathing.

I’d pictured my first time like a sweet montage in a romantic comedy, sparkling conversation over a dinner table and then stumbling to bed, not this intoxicating submission. Spirals of heat stroked my nipples as he clenched his fists. His jaw ticked with a savage tempo as his possessive gaze zeroed on me. He could’ve strangled me just as soon as fucked me.

“Beg me, or I’m gone.”

Panic gnawed at my confidence.

Then he stepped away, heading for the door.

“Take me. Fuck me.” I sucked in breath as he stopped, wreathed in darkness. “Do what you want with my body.”

His stare impaled me. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Desperation swelled beneath my ribs, but the same sick longing seemed to grasp Vinn. He approached, sweeping his knuckles over my cheek.

“I’m not using a condom.”

A thrill of anticipation touched my nipples. “Vinn, I’m not on birth control.”

“Is that a no?”

“I-I won’t stop you.”

A war raged in his eyes. “You should.”

“You were going to keep me, but never fuck me?”

“I would’ve been nice. I’ve always held back around you.” His fingers knotted my hair. “You drive me crazy, Liana.”

He affected me, too.

My ragged breaths cut the air as he restrained me, so intoxicated by him that I wavered.

“Do anything you want.”

“You shouldn’t say that. You’re handing over power, giving me the tools to manipulate you.”

“You won’t do that.”

“Yes, I will.” Vinn tightened his hold, his chest pulsing. “Killian would eat you alive.”

“He doesn’t have my trust. You do.”

I turned, grazing my lips on his leg. I kissed him through the fabric. My hands smoothed over hard muscle before sweeping up his thigh. My fingers brushed his blazing-hot bulge. I closed my fist over him.

His cock jumped. As I stroked him, he released a low hiss. He anchored behind my head, shoving my face into his groin. He rubbed his stiff cock over my cheek, his body melting me through the cotton.

It should’ve been degrading, but it wasn’t.

“Liana, this is your last fucking chance.” He backed away, still gripping my hair. “Otherwise you will be wrecked, possessed, owned, and fucked.”

I had no other choice.

Even if my panties weren’t soaked, I would’ve let him take me. I’d rather be fucked within an inch of my life than put Vinn in harm’s way, so I signed on the dotted line.

I leaned forward. My lips teased his length, tracing his mushroom-shaped head.

His eyelids flickered, and he smirked. “Get up. Kiss me like you kissed Vincent.”

I shot upright and stumbled toward him. I took his waist, leaning into him. My clumsy kiss landed on his chin before Vinn stooped, allowing me to crush his rigid lips. They parted with a breeze of heat.

“That’s it? No wonder you’re not together.”

I seized his dress shirt and slammed my mouth into his. My tongue slashed into him, his mint taste flashing an image of the beach. I pretended we rolled on the sand while waves lapped our feet. I saw him in the military haircut, wearing the uniform. In my dreams, it wasn’t a scandal to kiss him.

He ravished me. He sucked on my lower lip, stifling my moans with his consuming kisses. I raked his hair, hissing when we bumped into a wall. He marked my neck with tiny stings. He nipped down, stopping just before my breast. His touch sailed up my thigh and grabbed my ass, kneading me. We tore at each other until he kicked open a door.

Vinn dragged me into his bedroom. He pushed me into a chair, his face still glued to mine. He cradled my cheek, which shouldn’t have lit my being on fire. He used to pinch my jaw and smile. It made me feel special, but he kept doing it, and when I got older, the burn spread to naughty places.

“That’s better,” he whispered, kissing me softly. “Much better.”

I licked my mouth. “What will you do to me?”

His breath cut my skin as I stared into a remorseless gaze. “You won’t move. No matter what I do, your legs stay open.”

I nodded, my breathing shallow.

Suddenly, he left the cradle of my arms. His shirt collar revealed the deep red flushing his chest.

I ached to drag him close and explore his body. It took everything I had not to fall into his embrace.

His rough fingers rolled up my sleeves. He leaned on the chair, and then his lips touched mine, soft and gentle. His tongue slid under my pout and sucked. The heat lashed me with bliss. A glow throbbed in my pussy as he played with me, the pull at my navel so strong I cupped his face.

“No touching.”

My hands flew to the chair, and my legs clenched. The darkness in his tone affected me.

“Why am I sitting?”

“I’m asking the questions. They’ll be very personal.” His silky voice carried a challenge. “Refuse to answer or lie, and I’ll whip your ass.”

I nodded.

His smile flickered. “What’s your name?”

“L-Liana.”

“How old are you?”

I gaped at Vinn. “You know that.”

“I will start fucking your mouth unless it’s a response to my question.”

That titillating image blasted my thighs with steam.

He tapped me. “How old?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Where did you grow up?”

“Boston,” I said, bewildered.

Vinn disappeared as he stepped around, sweeping the hair from my shoulders. He tickled my neck.

“Where do you go to school?”

I arched into his touch before remembering the order-Don’t move. I stilled, gripping the arms. “B-Bourton University.”

Vinn sank into the chair beside mine, sleeves rolled up his tattooed biceps. “Do you meet a lot of guys at college?”

“Uh-sure.”

“Tell me about your boyfriends.”

I wetted my lips. “Boyfriends?”

“How many have you had?”

My palms slipped. “I-what?”

He nipped the shell of my ear. “How many boyfriends?”

“None.”

His tone darkened. “The truth, Liana. Now.”

“I’ve never been in a relationship.”

My half-hearted attempts to move on always ended in disaster. I’d never stopped loving him-even my hate was coated in so much love.

His brows flickered as he digested that. He blinked, losing his thread a little. “How many men have you been with?”

He slowly ripped open my blouse. Buttons snapped as they popped off, tickling my stomach. His raking gaze stroked my body as he pulled the shirt off my curves. His finger slid along my bra, making my breath hitch.

“I want their names, Liana.”

“Let-let me think.” I’d fumbled with a few in high school and college, but none had progressed very far. “There-there was Ben. James and Dennis. Then y-you.”

“Three boys and me. That’s it?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips. “Yes, I think so.”

“Do you think or know?” Vinn trailed his grip up my arm.

My heart seized. “I definitely know.”

“Good. Tell me about the first boy.”

“He went to a different school. We met through friends, and he took me to the movies.”

“You fucked him?”

If Michael ever caught him talking like this, he’d slit his best friend’s throat without hesitation.

I flinched. “No, I didn’t. It-it was innocent. We made out in the movie theater.”

“Did he touch your tits?”

I nodded, burning at the memory.

A smile staggered across Vinn’s face. “Did he go under your bra?”

“Sometimes, but I usually-” I stopped as he cupped me through the fabric, his thumbs stroking where my nipples ached. “Oh.”

“You usually what?”

Vinn’s voice softened, but it didn’t disguise his intentions. He drew circles, torturing me through the thick cups. Heat tingled my nipples as they stiffened into points. I bit my lip against the inferno claiming my pussy.

“Liana, if I have to ask again-”

“I’d push him off me. Back then, I didn’t like doing it in a public place.”

Vinn snorted. Then he eased the bra over my breasts.

I shuddered, releasing a low hiss. Arousal pooled between my thighs as Vinn followed the band, loosening the straps. His stare dipped to my cleavage, and when it swung to my eyes, he twisted the clasp.

The bra tumbled to my belly.

His warm hand swallowed my breast. He rolled my nipple. My blood surged at the teasing intimacy. My teeth ground together as he tweezed me, the gentle friction shooting sparks. My breathing labored as he gave the same attention to my other breast.

God, he was amazing.

But why was he doing this?

Vinn offered me no answers as he kneaded me, his gaze snapping to my face as though to gauge my response. He gathered both nipples. Then he pinched.

I gasped.

“What else did you do with him?” he demanded. “Did his mouth touch your tits?”

I couldn’t say a word. His skillful hands had robbed me of breath.

He squeezed harder.

The unexpected bolt of pleasure made me gasp. “N-no.”

“Never fucked you with his fingers?”

My cheeks heated. “Vinny.”

“I’m not your Vinny.” He leaned forward, his words tickling my skin. “Answer me.”

“No-oh, God.”

His mouth smothered my nipple. He suckled me, tantalizing the buds that’d already swollen to their fullest. Wet heat lashed the hardened point, and a spurt of desire spiraled within me, centering on Vinn’s flicking tongue. My whole being flooded with lust. A moan slipped from my lips, and I buried my hands in his hair.

“Oh, I want more. Vinn.”

He bit me.

I yelped and returned to the chair.

He tore away, leaving me with a red mark and a throbbing ache. “Tell me about the other guys.”

I sucked in harshly and tried not to rub my thighs together.

“I met Dennis in Anthro 101. I-um-I blew him a few times.”

“Did he finish in your mouth?”

I nodded, too mortified to speak.

“Did he get you off?”

“No,” I whispered

“He didn’t even get you off?”

My face boiled at his warm laugh. “I didn’t want a boyfriend. I just wanted-”

“To suck dick without anything in return?”

“It was consensual, and I liked it. He’d text me. I’d meet him on campus. We’d find a spot where I could do it. It only lasted a few weeks, but it was hot as hell. I don’t regret it.”

I’d enjoyed how impersonal it was while still fulfilling a depraved fantasy.

Vinn’s glare heated. “Tell me about the others.”

“There’s only one, James. I bumped into him at a party. I made out with him, and I got drunk. I woke up on the couch. My jeans were down, and his finger was on my clit.”

Vinn’s calm expression shattered. A severity rippled over his brows. “The same James at the bar.”

“Yes.”

“And he fucked you?”

“No, no. I pushed him off and left.”

He smoldered for a few moments. “What about the man who gave you the necklace?”

“What necklace?”

“You wear it almost every day.”

“Uh-we never even kissed.” A fierce blaze claimed my cheeks. “I loved him, but it was unrequited. That’s all.”

“He never touched you?”

Not until now.

I pressed my lips together and shook my head.

He forced air through gritted teeth. “What was your first time like?”

“I’m a virgin.”

He snorted.

“It’s the truth.”

Vinn looked at me for a while. “You should’ve told me.”

“Would you have treated me differently?”

“I guess not.” He flipped my skirt over my waist, his palm stroking the inside of my thigh. “How many sex toys do you have?”

“A few.”

“Like? Don’t get shy on me.”

I mumbled a response.

“Liana.”

“A few dildos and…butt plugs.”

A grin split his face. “You want to be taken in the ass?”

“I-I’d like to try.”

“Good to know.”

He slipped under my skirt, teasing my thighs before he tugged. Vinn taking off my clothes was magic, like the sweet kisses he planted under my jaw. They blazed as the fabric rolled off, exposing the pink triangle of my panties. I shuddered as the skirt glided down, and then he ripped it from my ankles.

He nudged my knees apart. His hands explored me, canvassing my legs, tracing my bikini.

I groaned. “Let me touch you.”

“Not yet.”

He smiled into my neck, nipping me. He sucked hard until a patch of skin burned, and then he lowered to my nipple to raise another mark. He cupped my ass, his fingers riding my seam. He pushed into me, still on the outside of my underwear.

I moaned, and then he slid my bikini to the side, sliding into my wetness. He massaged my clit. He descended to my wet mound, slipping in the river of my arousal.

I shut my thighs.

Vinn slapped my knee. “Open.”

I obeyed, and he resumed the slow stroking. A flat pressure curled over my pussy. His hand curved into my folds, testing my entrance. One finger sank into me.

Desperate sounds ripped from me.

“You could be telling the truth. Maybe you clench your thighs every time I touch you. Do you put your hand between your legs and wish it was my cock?”

My mouth parted. “Yes.”

He tore me from the chair. My knees hit the desk before he forced me to bow. My belly pressed into the wood. My toes skimmed the floor. Then he gathered my wrists.

Shit.

He snapped his palm over my butt. The bite of it seeped into my flesh. He spanked me again. A yell burst from my closed lips. He stroked the burn. He touched where I clenched madly on emptiness. Then he fucked me with a finger.

I drowned in a pool of silky pleasure as I sealed around the hardness, aching for longer. Thicker. I pushed against him.

“Oh, Vinn. That’s so good.”

“Want more?”

“Yes, I do. I really do.”

He slapped the fullest part of my ass.

It seared with a blooming pain. The sting of his blows radiated to my pussy, throwing gasoline on an already raging fire. His fingers plunged inside me, the wet sounds filling the room. He pulled out of me and whacked my ass. He rubbed my clit hard.

Holy fuck.

A searing wave twitched my hips. My orgasm smashed into me and left me reeling. Rich groans erupted from my mouth. I was a discarded marionette, but the relief I sought never came. My pussy still contracted. I groaned with a sharp frustration as Vinn yanked me from the desk.

His eyes sparkled as he cradled my heaving body. He watched me with a wicked smile as he ran a finger down my side, as though he loved how I shuddered. There was laughter in his gaze clouded with suspicion.

He tossed me onto the bed.

I slashed at his shirt, clawing it off in my haste. He threw it aside, and I grabbed the bulge straining his slacks. He sucked in when I squeezed him and broke from my grip to remove his pants, and suddenly his weight settled over me.

I gasped at the sensation of being held against a naked man. I expected him to throw me onto the mattress and rut me, but Vinn explored my curves, easing my thighs apart with a tap. He closed the distance. His heartbeat hammered my chest.

“You really want this. With me.”

I bit my lip, fighting the grin. “Yes.”

Vinn said nothing for a while. He stroked my hair, front to back, his fingers tingling my shoulders as they skated down.

“I trust you.”

He nodded, and he drew me into a soft kiss.

A hardness nudged my pussy, dropping into my wetness. He inched forward. He was so hot and thick, like a fist wedging me open.

I grimaced.

Vinn paused. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just-are you all the way inside?”

“Not even close, baby.”

Baby.

My heart sang as he claimed my mouth, his hips rocking slowly. I’d played around with so many toys that it wasn’t torture, but he was big enough to make me wince. He rained kisses on me as he pulsed, his strokes deepening into thrusts that stole my breath. His ragged breathing hitched with an anchoring thrust. The full length of him pushed into me.

A sharp agony split me in two. I fought to inhale, my palms slipping off his neck.

“That’s all of me. Li, breathe.”

“Trying.”

He pulled back, relieving the pressure. He caught my leg, sliding his touch to my knee, which he marked with a love bite. Eyes shut, he rolled his hips.

The fullness from this position ripped a groan from me. I hissed as the pain melted into sweetness. The more he fucked me, the less it hurt. My thighs relaxed, and we settled into a comfortable rhythm. God, I needed our mouths touching-not having anything but the sheets to grasp made this unbearable.

Vinn had plenty of me. He gripped my hip, then he shifted to my waist and belly, cupping my breast. He punched forward with deeper thrusts. Ecstasy glowed through me like warm honey.

I tangled my fingers with his. I dragged him to my cheek and kissed his knuckles, my breath hitching. My nails dug into his hand. It was much better now, so easy. Lying under him while he worked up a sweat while fucking me was the best thing ever.

Amazing.

Every sensation heightened my arousal-his strained grunts, the obscene, wet slapping, the sharp scent of male, the chest hair tingling my breasts.

His arm buckled, and he fell as though weakened. He seized my hips, and he pounded me with an unhinged rhythm. It was like he shoved his cock into my stomach.

I gasped as my breasts crushed against his pecs. I explored the planes of his back as he caged me in his arms. I melted, my world filled with him. His hard body sailed in my hands. He clutched my hair and mashed his kiss into me. His tongue forced my lips to part, and I succumbed to his domination. I burned for more. He showered kisses over my mouth and jaw. My emotions and thoughts whirled and skidded. All I could do was take the rolls of his hips.

He kissed my nipples, rousing a melting warmth. He picked up a lock of my hair and inhaled. The raw passion lifted me to blissful clouds. I soared. My blood sang with the tempo of our bodies. I raked his shoulders.

Then I shattered into a million glowing stars. Ecstasy flooded my whole being as his cock anchored deep. A tremor heated my thighs as a gust of pleasure swept me away.

Vinn arched. His face squeezed, and he let out a delicious groan. Liquid heat jetted from his cock, filling me with wetness. I quivered with the sensation. I couldn’t speak. I did nothing but savor him.

His pulse hammered my breast. He panted, forehead touching mine. A bead of his sweat trickled to my cheek. His eyes crashed into mine, no longer pools of pitch-black but burning with a feral possessiveness.

My giddiness popped like bubbles from soda, exploding with Vinn’s growing smile. He looked at me under his lashes with an arrogance that demolished his sweetness.

I moved to free myself. Bitterness cut my chest when he resisted, eye-fucking me.

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That one kiss sparked a fierce ache.

He pulled out, hands sliding over my body like furniture. He tapped my leg and slid off the bed. Then he disappeared into the bathroom to clean himself.

My stomach gaped hollowly. I’d saved myself for him only for it to be met with his indifference. This moment was supposed to mean something, and now it was ruined.

I trembled. My throat burned with a silent scream. I shoved off the bed and picked up my clothes, eager to put every moment of this night behind me, until I kicked something round and hard. The necklace he’d ripped off me dug into my foot.

I grabbed it.

I was a volcano on the verge of erupting, all my bottled feelings slamming into my chest. Years’ worth of anguish clawed at my throat as I met his puzzled gaze.

Vinn stood in his carpeted walk-in closet, pulling on slacks. He pulled on his jacket, but I laced my hands with his, stopping him from buttoning.

He resisted. “I have to go.”

“Stay with me.”

My eyes pinched shut against the rejection that would come. A sick yearning assaulted me. My throat tightened. I was tired of this. I couldn’t bear the sight of his coldness without breaking down.

I can’t do this.

He pulled me off him and pinched my chin. His lips curled with a small grin, as though he found me begging him to stay amusing. “I had fun, but I’m still very pissed. I’ll be back. Tomorrow.”

The stone wall within me crumbled.

My palm opened around the seashell clutched in my fist. My thoughts careened as I slowly untangled the chain and draped it over my neck.

Vinn ripped away from me and roughly tugged on his jacket. His stiff outrage was my only victory. The only power I held over Vinn was the pendant dangling on my neck.

He would never love me.

I had to shove him away.

He gave my throat a bitter glare, and left the room.