Shane: A Mafia Love Story: Dark Erotic Romance (12 page)

He was a little salty, with the faintest hint of musk, but not unpleasant. As he stroked her head like she was a skittish colt, a small, but steady, stream of pre-ejaculate oozed onto her tongue. When she wiggled it against the underside of his head, the flow increased.

“Like that, baby.” He thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, but not in a way that frightened her. “Lick the tip.”

Mia swirled her tongue around the corona before pressing the broadside against his slitted tip. Shane grunted and bucked against her face when she pressed more forcefully before applying suction.

It was a surprise when he suddenly pushed her away. She looked up at him, trying to hide her confusion and embarrassment. Had she done something wrong? With Aldo, she had never made an effort to learn any technique or try to please him. He had roughly raped her mouth, holding her head still and forcing her to accept his shaft. Her sadistic shithead of a stepbrother had always laughed when she had choked as he rammed into the back of her throat, seeming to enjoy hurting her.

As though reading her mind, he cupped her face, rubbing a thumb across her lips, slightly swollen from her recent activities. “That felt so good I was about to lose it. I’d rather be inside you.”

Mia nodded, sitting up and taking his hands as he shifted slightly so she could sit on his lap at the right angle. She closed her eyes as his cock slipped inside her slit, finding no resistance. She couldn’t believe how good it felt in this position, aided by the slickness of the water, and she moaned as she circled her hips.

“You like that, baby?”

She nodded, clutching his shoulders as she grinded down against his upward thrust. “Feels like I could come any second.”

He grinned. “Go right ahead. Have as many orgasms as you want, sweet thing. I love how it feels when your pussy tightens around me, milking my cock.”

His filthy talk should have disgusted her, but there was a strong note of tenderness underlying the words. As always, he was the most dangerous to her equilibrium when he was being gentle and sweet. She squeezed her inner muscles as she rode him. “I want to be on top all the time.”

He shook his head. “Nah, I can’t let you do that. I like being on top too.”

She pouted. “But it’s so good.”

“Hell, yeah, but it’s fucking amazing when your tight little cunt is underneath me, and your whole body is writhing and pushing against mine.” He gripped her hips to drag her tighter against him, until his balls slapped her ass and made a small splash in the tub. “I love when you come underneath me. It’s like conquering you and fucking you at the same time.”

Mia’s sheath contracted as an orgasm swept over her. She cried out when he deliberately dragged the ridge of his cock against her g-spot to ratchet up her release. “I’m…conquering…you.” She couldn’t find more words as she dug her fingers into his shoulders and rubbed against him to prolong her release.

“Baby, you conquered me the moment our eyes met in that restaurant.” Shane surged inside her, his erection tightening before it started to spasm. Jets of his hot release splashed her insides a second later as he jerked under her, his hips moving at a frantic pace. “I knew you were meant to be mine.”

In the haze of passion, and the aftermath of her shattering climax, Mia couldn’t dismiss his assertions out-of-hand. Pressed against him, their bodies fused, and their fluids mingling, she could see the logic in his way of thinking. How could something so amazing come from something so horrible just randomly? Had they been meant to meet, or was that some fanciful crap he told himself to make it okay to kidnap her and keep her as his sex slave?

Mia was too sated to give it much thought or argue with him. Instead, she managed to press an off-center kiss to his lips and sink against him as the water slowly cooled around them. She’d worry about this alarming change in the tone of their relationship later. Much, much later, she decided, as Shane’s erection began to harden inside her again, letting her know he was already ready for round-two.

She managed to avoid thinking about it for the next four days. It turned out to be pretty easy, because Shane kept her in bed for most of that time. If he wasn’t gone or doing whatever business a gangster handled—and she couldn’t imagine it had much to do with marketing or public relations, but probably involved some accounting—he had her on the bed, in the tub, on the couch, or against the wall.

Once, he even took her in the solarium in the middle of breakfast. She’d offered a token protest at the ability of anyone to see them, but had soon forgotten her objections when his hand traveled under her skirt to stroke her bare mound. Forgoing panties had been her idea, but he’d loved the discovery so much that he’d forbidden her to wear them at all after that.

She’d pretended to mind and had argued, but had acquiesced fairly easily. Mainly because she enjoyed the sensation of different (or no) fabrics against her bare lips, and also because there was something deliciously naughty about teasing him with the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing underwear—especially when he was about to go somewhere and had no time for sex.

To her chagrin, they had settled into an easy relationship full of teasing and witty banter. It should scare her to be so relaxed with her captor, but Mia was having more and more difficulty remembering all the reasons she hated being at his mercy as the days passed.

He surprised her that afternoon with an announcement that had her eyes widening with surprise. Mia tilted her head. “Are you sure?”

Shane frowned. “You don’t like the ballet?”

She lifted a shoulder. “I’m Russian enough to love ballet, Shane…” Breaking off, she nibbled on her lower lip. “It’s just…you once said it would be a long time before you trusted me enough to let me leave the grounds. Do you trust me now?”

He hesitated, looking a bit pensive. “I think so. Besides, I’m going to be with you the whole evening.”

“What’s to stop me from screaming for help the minute we get into public?” Mia couldn’t believe she’d uttered that question and mentally kicked herself. Was she trying to sabotage a chance to get away from his home for a while?

His lips twitched. “I can think of two good reasons why you aren’t going to do that.”

“Oh?” She braced herself for threats, though he hadn’t shown her that side in days.

“The first is Aldo Peretti. If you aren’t with me, he’ll find a way to get to you.”

She inclined her head, but didn’t confirm or deny his supposition. He was right, but he didn’t need to know she agreed with him. His sense of confidence was already massive. “And the other reason?”

Shane pushed aside his empty coffee cup as the maid came to claim their dishes from the table. She was a small black woman with a friendly smile and seemingly no propensity to deliberately scald Mia with hot coffee.

Remembering the incident sent a twinge of pain through her shoulder, where a blister was starting to fade. She ignored it and asked again, “Well? What’s the second?”

With a wicked glance at Charla, who was about to exit the dining room, he said, “No one else gets you off like I do, baby. You’d miss my cock if you ran away.”

The maid stumbled and issued a sound like a smothered giggle as she left the room.

Mia rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t suppress her own snort of amusement. “You’re such a crude ass, Shane. And if your ego gets any larger—”

“It’ll give my dick some serious competition.” He grinned at her as he got to his feet. “Doll yourself up and be ready to go at six. We’ll have a late dinner after the show.”

Mia nodded. “Where are you going?”

Shane’s amused expression slipped, and darkness shadowed his eyes. “I have a meeting.”

“With Cormac?” she guessed.

He scowled. “Higher than that, but not the main boss.”

She stood up to walk out beside him, her hand on his arm as they neared the staircase to part ways. “Are you in trouble, Shane?”

Shane winked. “Ah, baby, I didn’t know you cared.”

Mia gave him a stern look. “Stop trying to distract me. Are you going to be okay?”

He arched a brow. “Worried about me or yourself, Mia?”

She lifted a shoulder, too uncertain of the answer to give one. “I just want to know if I should prepare for the ballet or your funeral?”

His mouth curved upward. “Ever the smartass, baby girl. That’s one of the things I love about you.”

She blinked at that word, but tried to pretend it hadn’t freaked her out to hear him say something like that, even casually. “You still haven’t answered me.”

He sighed, his expression serious. “I’ve spent a busy week going after Peretti. I’ve been hitting him in the pocketbook, and some of those targets are more visible than my bosses like. So, I’m probably in for some heat, but I don’t think they’re going to measure me for those concrete shoes we discussed.”

“But you don’t know?” Anxiety shot through her.

He half-shrugged. “I’ll find out soon enough.”

She nodded, deciding not to keep prodding. Mia accepted the light kiss he pressed to her lips, surprising both of them when she drew him closer to deepen it. They were both breathing heavily when he pulled away a minute later. “Be safe, Shane.” Mia went for a light tone. “I’m counting on you to protect me from Aldo.”

He grinned, though his razor-sharp gaze seemed to dissect her and see below her forced carelessness. Whatever he saw made his grin grow. “And give you at least a million orgasms.”

Heat flared in her cheeks as she looked around to see if anyone had heard. Bruno and Wallace stood near the front door, but probably weren’t in hearing range. “A million, huh?” At his smug nod, she smiled. “I’m going to start counting and hold you to that.”

“It’s a promise.” With a wave, he turned and walked away.

Mia watched him go as a vague sense of uneasiness nagged at her. Much as she wanted to pretend her only concern was for herself, and what would happen to her if Shane was eliminated by his bosses, she couldn’t ignore a strong sense of concern for his wellbeing. The crazy psycho had grown on her in an unexpected way. That realization caused another spike of concern, but that one was solely for her own welfare. She was getting too close to the enemy.

Pushing aside that uncomfortable notion, she turned at went up the stairs, determined to focus on preparing for the evening ahead. She wouldn’t allow herself to dwell on what was happening to Shane, or even more alarming, what was happening to her.

***

Shane gritted his teeth and struggled to project a respectful air as he sat across the table from Riley Kilkearny. The man was pushing his last nerve, but he was a superior in the hierarchy, which meant Shane had to listen to him—or at least fake the appearance that he was at the other man’s command.

“You understand Mr. Murphy’s concern, Shane?”

He nodded. “No one wants a repeat of ten years ago, but the best way to deal with Peretti is fast and brutal. That might mean some short-term heat, but it will be more effective than a drawn-out war.” Plus, it was extremely satisfying to see the other man publicly humiliated and chip away at both his business and his image.

Riley’s shaggy red brows plunged downward as his long fingers toyed with the handle of his beer stein. “Or you could just return his stepsister and end the war.”

His body clenched, and he knew he’d lost the edge of respect in his voice when he spoke again. Riley’s eyes narrowed in response, and the other man’s posture tensed when Shane said, “Mia doesn’t want to be returned.”

His boss leaned forward a bit. “That’s not the story I hear. Word is Kasilli sold you his daughter, and you had to collect her yourself. From what I’ve heard, she’s your prisoner, and her brother is trying to rescue her.”

“
Step
brother.” Clenching the edge of the table, Shane leaned forward too, lowering his voice. “Peretti is a sick piece of shit, and I wouldn’t give anyone to him. Mia stays with me.”

With an impassive expression, Riley looked at him for a long moment before nodding. “Then end this quickly, before the feds get involved. Mr. Murphy is getting flack from the local authorities. So are Varnakov and Sal Peretti. All three want this business settled now.”

Leaning back slightly, he forced his tone to sound aloof, though he was buzzing with excitement that he might get consent. “Is that permission to take out Peretti?”

Riley sipped his beer. “You know I can’t give you that authorization, Shane. Even Mr. Murphy couldn’t officially sanction that hit without approval from the goombah’s grandfather unless he wants a war. But, if the opportunity arose, and you could be sure it wouldn’t come back to the Murphy family… Well, I certainly wouldn’t dissuade you.” He winked a hazel eye.

Relaxing considerably, he allowed himself a drink of the draft sitting untouched before him. It would have been a shame to come to Kilkearney’s Pub and not have a pint of the exclusive-label lager imported from Ireland. “And the money?”

Riley finished his beer before answering. “Mr. Murphy considered your history of excellent service to the family. As long as you handle this Peretti problem delicately, he’s prepared to lay blame with them.”

“Fuck up and I repay him the million bucks?” Shane tossed out the words casually, testing his supposition.

“Fuck up and you’ll be dead.” Riley pushed back from his chair. “So don’t fuck up.”

Shane nodded, pretending to be more unperturbed than he felt as he finished his beer before walking slowly out of the pub. The bright spring sunshine had faded to an overcast gray while he was in conference with Murphy’s underboss. It was edging toward evening, and he went to his car. The red sports car would eat the miles back to his home easily, but he was still anxious to return and wielded the accelerator with a heavy foot.

It wasn’t because he was afraid of missing the ballet. He just felt better when Mia was in sight, and he knew she was safe from Peretti. His house was a fortress that Peretti would find almost impossible to breach, but he couldn’t help feeling she was safer with him than anyone else.

He shifted into fourth and snorted with amusement at the thought. After the things he’d done to her, it was fucking amazing she considered herself safe with him. Did Mia understand she was safe from Peretti, even if not safe from Shane himself? He was just as driven to possess her as he had been. The more he had, the more he wanted.

Shane squirmed, thinking he wasn’t sure he could ever get enough of her. When he was with her, it soothed the beast inside him that wanted to completely consume her so she’d always be with him. His feelings for his little Russian doll would have sent her into a panic if she really grasped the intensity. They certainly freaked him out. He’d never wanted anyone this way before.

She was a drug, superior to, and more addictive than, any other. In his younger years, he had dabbled with different drugs before Cormac pointed out to him only a fool got involved with the kind of shit that fucked up the brain and took a man’s edge. He had decided the brief highs weren’t worth the lows or the risks and had quit cold turkey.

She was like the most insane high ever, and the more he took, the more he wanted to take, until there was nothing left. A dark streak in him wanted to use her up and drain everything from her. He wanted Mia’s light and laughter. He feared he would happily drain away all the sweet things about her that made him feel good if he could. Had he already started to do so? She seemed content with him, but was she? Was his Mia a good actress trying to placate him, or did she truly feel…something for him?

That annoying voice of conscience he’d ignored for years whispered the reminder that he could send her away and save her from him, his world, and Aldo Peretti. Before the thought fully bloomed, he smashed it like a bug. Fuck that. She was his and would stay his. It was only fair, since he was hers.

Shane had belonged to her from the moment he’d met her blue eyes. It had taken a little time to realize he wanted to do more than fuck her. Once he’d accepted he wanted everything, it hadn’t taken him long to find a way to make that happen. Now that he had her, his plan to make her want to stay seemed to be working. Every touch, every kiss, every single time her pussy clenched around him as she surrendered to another orgasm bound her that much tighter to him.

She was passionate and loyal. If he could win her heart, she would never take it back. Shane didn’t have time for emotions, and he wasn’t going to label whatever he felt as love. That word was too tame and insipid to encompass the breadth of his feelings and the depth of his need. Mia probably considered love the most important aspect of a relationship though, so all he had to do was convince her she loved him.

Feeling smug with the success of his machinations so far, he pointed the car toward home and planned out the sensual, seductive evening ahead in minute detail. His own heart raced as he imagined holding her and making love to her tenderly, followed by a pang of anxiety. Was his plan to woo her was working too well and backfiring, making him feel more than he’d anticipated? Was he flirting with danger and on the cusp of caring about her in a way he’d never experienced with another woman?

With a shake of his head, he pushed aside that thought. Shane knew what he wanted and went after it. He wasn’t the kind of guy to fall into a trap, especially one of his own making.