Kidnapped By the Mob (Miami Mafia 2)

Chapter16

Becks was sitting outside of a shitty motel at a picnic table that would fall apart if she weighed just five pounds more. I wanted to say the sight pissed me off, but at this point, I was beyond pissed.

It had been hours of driving and letting the anger simmer and stew within me. Each bump and dip in the road jarred my already sore body and sent my mind further into the dark space where I had cornered myself off.

All that remained was Becks, and what I was going to do to her.

I’d envisioned dragging her out of her sister’s home kicking and screaming, begging for me to listen to reason as she listed off a myriad of pointless reasons for her to ignore all logic and reason and abandon me.

Instead, she jerked to look at me when I slammed the door to the truck shut, squinting against the setting sun to get a better look at me as my long strides ate up the ground between us.

By the time I came to a stop, my shadow completely encompassed Becks, surrounding her in my darkness. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, and she appeared genuinely confused. “You mean in general or at this table specifically? I’m at this table because I was kind of terrified that you’d start kicking down doors as soon as you got here. I’ve been sitting here and hoping to stop you from making too much of a scene.”

“You don’t want to make a scene?” I walked around and as I moved, Becks pivoted until she was sitting with her back to the table and her knees facing towards me.

Then I lowered myself to the ground, bending my knees and balancing on my toes as my forearms rested on my thighs. “Is that what scares you, Rebecca? Public humiliation?” The words came out soft, practically a whisper. But they might as well have been shouted, considering how close we were to each other. “If I bend you over this table and turn that stubborn ass of yours red, will you turn into an obedient girl for me?”

Her face turned just as red as I wanted her bottom to, but her lips tightened in a show of resilience.

“Now that you’re here, why don’t we take this inside?”

I reached out, setting a hand on each knee, spreading her legs in front of me. She squirmed in her seat but didn’t fight me as I set her in the lewd position. Even with her fully dressed in jeans and a tank top, there was no doubt of my intentions as I stared at her core. Her breaths came in deep pants.

“Did you find your sister?” I asked, as though her cunt weren’t inches from my face, separated by only a few scraps of fabric.

“I… yes.”

My hands slid up from her knees, sliding along her inner thighs. The denim was too thick. After this, I would never let her wear anything besides loose sundresses and miniskirts. No panties allowed.

“Was she safe?” I wasn’t going to fuck Becks like I wanted if her family was in danger. Even I had my limits. I wanted to make sure all my obstacles were clear before I completely claimed the woman in front of me.

She’d run from me for a reason—not because she was afraid of me or what I represented. It was because she was worried for her family. I could respect that.

But after today, she’d learn that this was the one and only time she’d run from me now.

“She’s crazy.”

I raised a brow and waited for her to continue.

“She was talking about things I didn’t think she knew about. All this time, I thought of Layla as this poor kid stuck inside of that house, and here she knew more about the world than I ever did. What does that say about me?”

What the fuck had Layla said to her to get her thinking this way? As much fun as it was to threaten Becks with public humiliation, I wasn’t about to fuck her on this rickety ass picnic table. In a flash, I was standing, pulling her tightly against me so she had to wrap her arms and legs around me to hang on.

After letting out a squeak of surprise, she was silent, letting herself mold her limbs to my body.

As I walked, she settled in, her hot pussy pressing right into my erection and rubbing in the exact perfect way. Motherfucker, I just had to make it to the room.

Did she even have a room? It was no hardship at all to feel along the curves of her ass, not bothering to stop even after plucking the motel room key out of her back pocket. I looked over her shoulder to note the room number and then went to work on her neck, licking, biting, and sucking.

It set Becks off, and she was like a firecracker in my arms.  She rubbed herself against me like a cat in heat. By the time we reached the door to the room, I was desperate to be inside her.

I shoved her against the door so hard the entire damn outside wall of the motel shook, and my mouth was on hers as my cock rubbed against her pussy.

Now that she was pressed against the door, I could free one of my hands and used it to tug at the button above her fly. But then I was hit with the stupid realization that to get the pants off her, she’d have to separate from our desperate embrace. I never wanted to ever put any extra inches between us.

Get Becks naked. Get us both inside. Those were the only two things on my mind as I finally let her feet hit the ground.

“Start stripping,” I ordered before I even had the key in the lock. I didn’t care if she complied or not. If she wasn’t naked by the time I had the door shut and locked, I was ripping those clothes from her body. Considering she didn’t have anything else with her, that meant that she was going to be wearing nothing but a bed sheet toga on the way back to Miami.

As soon as we were over the threshold, I pulled the door shut and flipped all the locks. We were not going to be interrupted for anything.

She still wasn’t taking off her fucking clothes. “I gave you a fucking order, Rebecca. Do you really think now is a good time to be disobeying me? Don’t you think you’re in enough trouble?”

She wrapped her arms around herself, which was noticeably not taking her clothes off. “I’m not a child you can punish.”

“Oh, honey. I’m going to punish you like a grown ass woman. I promise you that. Now, if you aren’t naked and on all fours on that bed in the next thirty seconds, that punishment is going to get a whole lot worse. I can tan your ass with my hand or my belt. Your choice.”

Her gaze immediately fell to my belt and, therefore she clearly saw my dick currently tenting my own pants. Yeah, soak it in, Becks. It’s all for you.

I stroked my cock through the pants, not caring that the precum was already soaking through the material. It was uncomfortable as hell, but I needed the discomfort. I needed anything at all to keep me from grabbing her right now, tossing her on the bed and slamming into her.

I was pissed at Becks, and I was going to make sure she regretted ever leaving me.

But I was also going to make sure this was the best damn night of her life.