Kidnapped By the Mob (Miami Mafia 2)

Chapter17

He had given me an order to take off my clothes. It seemed simple enough. No reason not to follow it.

After all, I told myself that once he got here, I was going to do whatever he told me to do. Try to smooth things over so he wouldn’t have any reason to seek out Layla and have her accidentally reveal she knew too much about Alek and the Black Thorn.

But having him here and in front of me was suddenly too much. Even though I wanted to follow his orders, every instinct told me to run. The result was me standing still like a deer in the headlights.

A lamb just waiting to be slaughtered. Or devoured, in this case.

He started taking off his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt button by button, all the while keeping his burning hot eyes on me.

It wasn’t until he was pulling his shirt off and I saw the gun tucked into his pants that I was shocked back into reality. It wasn’t that I was scared he would shoot me, or that I was surprised he would be packing.

If anything, him carrying the weapon made me feel secure, considering I knew how violent the people following us were.

In fact, the skin he bared as he removed his shirt proved just how violent the Black Thorn could be.

But they weren’t on my mind when I saw that gun. It was merely a slap to my system that knocked me out of my daze.

Borya wanted me naked and on all fours. On the bed. Now.

I broke into action, tugging the tank top over my head before making quick work of my already unbuttoned jeans.

My bra and panties weren’t a matching set. I wore a pushup bra because I liked the additional support, and plain pair of pink bikini cotton briefs. Of the many women Borya had assuredly been with, this had to be the most boring underwear set he’d ever seen. But from the way his muscles clenched and his jaw tighten, it looked like he was holding back from tackling me right where I stood.

Just the thought of turning him on so much while I wasn’t even trying had my pussy gushing. I had to clench my thighs together. His gaze shot down, and I wished I could play it cool and sophisticated.

But this was Borya. How could I play it cool when it came to him?

Undressed and on the bed. The thirty seconds had to be up by now. Was he still counting? He didn’t look like he was focused on anything numbers-based inside that head of his.

Even so, I didn’t want to test his patience. Swallowing back my nerves, I unhooked my bra and slid my panties down my legs, too embarrassed to even look at Borya to see his reaction. He’d seen me before. He obviously liked what he saw.

But I was no seductress or femme fatale. I didn’t know how to strip and entice.

However, I did know how to follow orders. And I had been asked to get on the bed on all fours.

He stayed exactly where he was, eyes following me like a heated laser beam. It was impossible to feel graceful as I climbed onto the lumpy mattress, but neither of us had any illusions about the luxuriousness of the accommodations.

Get on all fours. Seemed like an easy enough thing to do. But under the silent and intense stare of Borya, everything felt a thousand times more intimate.

It wasn’t just bending over; it was crawling on the bed. As I moved, my ass and thighs jiggled, and he had a front row seat.

And as I came to a stop, my knees were spread apart just enough that I could feel the cool air of the room on my labia. I was certain that absolutely everything was bared to his gaze.

No. I couldn’t do this. I started to stand up, but a hot hand slapped my ass, shocking me into stillness. “Did I say you could move? It seems like you keep on moving and running when I don’t give you permission.” Without any warning, his hand connected with my backside, filling the room with the successive sound of the slap and then my gasp of surprise.

“That hurt!” I squealed, starting to move forward, even as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me back towards him.

“It’s a punishment,” he murmured into my ear as his front came flush against my back. “Rewards are for good girls. Rewards feel good. What do punishments feel like?” He rubbed his hand over my bottom where I was sure there was going to be a perfect red shape of his handprint.

The sting had turned to little tingles that seemed to radiate straight to my pussy. My traitorous body seemed to miss the memo that Borya was the one that caused the pain because my hips, of their own accord and with no direction from me, were angling towards Borya and rubbing against his huge erection as much as his tight grip would let me.

“So hot for me, aren’t you, Kitten? And you think you deserve cock already? After only one slap?”

A frustrated moan escaped from my throat. It didn’t even sound like it came from me, but I couldn’t fool myself any longer. The bastard was playing me just right, and I wanted more desperately. “Please,” I breathed. He had to fuck me eventually, right? That was why he carried me in here, dry humping me the entire way. So just do it already!

One hand wrapped itself in my hair tight enough to tug the strands painfully at my scalp. He pulled my head enough to crane my neck back so we were ear to ear. “As soon as my cock slides into that wet cunt of yours, you’re mine. No more running. No more fighting. You understand that.”

The words sank into me like stones, and I knew he meant each and every one of them. What would it mean to be claimed by a man like him? What would this mean for my life? My future?

I couldn’t help but notice he hadn’t phrased it as a question. It was purely a statement. “I was already yours,” I finally admitted. Long before he tracked me down here and started barking orders, there was no doubt in my mind, and obviously no doubt in his. He released my hair to position himself.

Something hot and thick prodded between my folds, and I knew my wait was over. As much as I wanted it, I still tensed in his arms. He held me tight against him with one arm while he was braced against the mattress with the other.

“Hell yeah, you are.” And then he pushed inside me in one deep thrust, finalizing his claim.

He was so big that at first, all I could feel was the painful stretch, but he stilled once he was inside to give me a chance to adjust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and hot, Becks. Better than I ever imagined. I never want to escape from your hot pussy.”

The words seemed to chase the pain away. All I could think of was getting him to move again.

And then he was. At first, there was a long and thorough thrust almost all the way out and then back in.

But then he was fucking me hard and fast, exactly like he owned me. Like he was claiming me. I was already overcome with sensations, but when he reached between my legs and pressed into my clit, I went wild, bucking against him like a wild animal as he fucked me like a savage.

As I screamed my orgasm, his own overtook him. Jets of hot cum filled me, and we both slowly collapsed on the bed. Even though Borya was on top of me, I didn’t feel his weight, which meant he was careful to make sure he didn’t crush me.

I tried to wiggle away so he could lie more comfortably, but his arm clamped harder, keeping me in place. “Where do you think you’re going now, Kitten?”

I rolled my eyes as I went limp, letting him mold me into every crack and crevasse of his hard body. “We just did the wham and the bam. Isn’t this the ‘thank you, ma’am’ part?”

“I think I have a few more wham and bams left in me. We’re not getting out of this bed until we get a noise complaint, Kitten.”