Kidnapped By the Mob (Miami Mafia 2)

Such an insolent bitch. Why did that make my cock hard? Damn, I was supposed to be putting her to bed, not winding myself up.

"Make this easy on yourself. Lie back, hands up. If you fight, you're still gonna get tied up, but the ropes are going to be tighter and I'm not going to be gentle with you."

Inch by inch, she backed onto the bed. It was a decent mattress, a budget memory foam. Not the luxury we had in the rest of the mansion, but probably nicer than most panic rooms. The rest of the bed was as minimalistic as it got with just a metal bedframe and plywood to hold up the mattress.

As soon as Becks was flat in the middle of the bed, I followed her, straddling her with a knee on either side of her stomach.

Her eyes were squeezed closed. She held her breath as though blocking out all possible senses to detect me.

Good luck blocking out the feel of my erection that was very persistently nudging between her tits. But because she was being such a good girl, I didn't draw any attention to it.

At least not more than it already drew to itself. It was a big fucking erection. What was it about this girl that even when she was stiff as a brick beneath me, all I wanted to do was pound her into oblivion?

As much fun as it was to imagine ripping off her top, smashing those delicious tits together and taking care of my increasingly uncomfortable cock right now, I was only in this position because it was the most efficient to tie the rope to the metal corner of the bedframe and then her wrist. Then I repeated the process on the other side.

Once finished, I tested the four knots I made. They were sturdy and tight. It would be a bitch for even me to get them undone in the morning without cutting it loose.

When I was satisfied, I leaned back. "Here are the rules, Kitten. I'm going to sleep on that bed over there. I'm a light sleeper so if you try anything, I'll hear you. If you try anything, your ropes will be a lot worse. If you try anything, I'll be sleeping in the same bed as you to keep a better eye on you. So, believe me that your situation can get a hell of a lot worse. Do you understand?"

Her eyes were still closed. She breathed steadily as though she was in a trance-like state.

I didn't like being ignored.

I grabbed her chin and squeezed until her eyes popped open. "Do. You. Understand. Me?"

“Yes,” she reluctantly answered.

“One more question, Kitten. You’re going to be uncomfortable no matter what. Do you want these jeans on or off?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’ll cover you up with a blanket. All modest and everything,” I promised as though I wasn’t sitting on top of her like the savage I was. “You know you’ll appreciate it later. And you’re already tied up. If I wanted to get into your pants, it wouldn’t matter if they were off or not.”

“I hate you.”

“Understandable.” I took that as a yes and slid down, holding my breath as I popped open the button on her jeans and pulled them over her hips. They were so tight that I had to dig into her flesh. That fucking jiggle completely destroyed any chance of keeping the experience non-erotic.

Still, I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn’t be a complete beast. As soon as the denim was clear of her smooth skin, I tossed a blanket over her and jumped off the bed.

I needed to get into the other bed and try to get some rest, but I was too curious to know what was going on. Instead of sleeping, I turned on the security feed and rotated them through the rooms in the mansion.

If Daisy were anyone else, she’d probably be held overnight for observation. But knowing Alek, he’d want her home and on familiar territory.

I scrolled through the screens and confirmed Alek was in the upstairs bedroom. He was tucking Daisy into bed. Almost a mockery of what I’d just done to Becks.

“Is that Daisy?” asked Becks, straining in her bonds to see the screen.

“My brother is taking good care of her.”

She harumphed and tossed her head back on the bed. The action sounded bitter, as though she was upset that her friend was okay.

From what I knew, these girls had nothing but love for each other. What was I missing?

“Are you jealous that Daisy has a man, and you don’t?” I pulled off my shirt and moved to the other bed, groaning as I finally sat on the mattress.

I’d slept in luxury palaces and resorts, but this shitty panic room felt like nirvana to my battered body.

Becks laughed and rolled her head to glare at me. “Please. I don’t want a man. I’m just… You know what? Fuck you. I’m going to sleep.”

I wanted to kick off my own pants like I’d done for Becks, but I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and didn’t want to wake her up by shoving my dick in her face.

So, I kept the uncomfortable things on as I pulled the blanket over me and finally closed my eyes. But then I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said and what she hadn’t had a chance to finish saying.

“You just what?” I barked.

“It’s none of your business.”

“I tied you to a bed. Do you think I care what’s my business and what isn’t?”

“You think I’m jealous that Daisy has your brother? I’m jealous that your brother has Daisy. Ever since we were kids, I was the one who took care of her. And now she has some rich guy who came out of nowhere to be her knight in shining armor.”

“You don’t know Alek if you think he’s a white knight.”

“You know what I mean. He’s some savior or something. It’s stupid. I should be happy for her. I am happy for her. I’m not talking to you about this.”

The silence fell heavily over us, and I didn’t break it. We both needed rest and I didn’t need to bond with this stranger any more than we already had. She was nothing more than leverage.

I should be figuring out where I was going to go from here. But as I finally fell asleep, all I could think about was how similar situations we were in.

Because just like she’d lost Daisy to Alek, hadn’t I lost Alek to Daisy?