Ruthless: A Dark Mafia Romance Page 3

  Minx’s breathing came in soft puffs from her pursed lips and she tipped her head, arching her back.

  I lifted her with ease, pushing her down on top of the piano and rubbing my hand on her stomach as she moaned. My patience stripped away, I wrapped my index finger around the thin slip of elastic holding her thong in place, snapping my wrist. Her breathing intensified from the ripping sound, her eyes fluttering open and closed.

  I was suddenly drawn to her polished toenails as her toes danced over the keys, the bright scarlet a perfect match for her luscious attire. Yanking the piano bench back into position, the platform was the perfect height to begin my feast.

  And so... I did.

  Chapter Two

  Veridi

  A dangerous man.

  He was also beautiful in the encompassing danger, eyes so dark that they reflected even in the dimmest lighting. His long fingers and muscular hands were perfect for the powerful prelude, every chord sizzling with raw emotion. I’d been dazzled by the presentation, my heart racing the entire time. Everything about the man was a mystery, but the draw I felt was undeniable.

  Somehow, I had the distinct feeling that he was right and my life would never be the same, a rabbit hole that would soon corrupt and consume.

  I’m not entirely certain why the words floated in the back of my mind, ominous and foreboding. But I knew. I should be terrified, but there’d always been a part of me hungering to experience a different side of life, one devoid of requirements and necessities. I was the good girl, the quiet and conservative daughter, the obedient student. The consummate professional.

  The boring lover.

  Or so I’d been told more than once.

  No. Fucking. Longer.

  I needed freedom, from myself and the chains wrapped around me in a suffocating manner.

  I was through with plodding through life doing the expected. I almost laughed at the rambling sentiments rolling in my conscious state like a bad B-rated movie. That’s exactly what my entire life had been.

  I trembled, the fear of letting go encompassing far too much of my brain.

  Then he’d arrived out of the blue. Gio. The strong, silent type, preventing Jimmy from embarrassing me yet another time. To me his eyes were terrifying yet spellbinding in a way that I was unable to comprehend, as if his life was precarious, surviving on the very edge of a precipice. Enigmatic, he’d drawn me in from the very second I heard his deep baritone voice.

  But something was off.

  There was an arrogance about Gio’s words, the sentiment settling in the back of my mind. I wasn’t certain who he thought he was, but I wasn’t the kind of girl who would fall for the basic bullshit. Granted, Jimmy had done a number on me, the bastard pretending he gave a damn. Deceit of any kind I refused to tolerate.

  And who was this man, this godlike creature who’d protected me, providing in no uncertain terms an understanding for good ole Jimmy that I was not to be fucked with?

  Sexy.

  Powerful.

  Dominating.

  I was indeed controlling in my own right, a woman not to be fucked with. But for tonight, I would play the damsel in distress, allowing my emotions and my deep-seated longing to take over. Just once. I wanted to play, pretending I had no obligations, free from my usual requirements. Why the hell not? I was a big girl and could handle a one-night stand.

  I was unable to get the music out of my mind, the darkness of the piece resonating in ways that I found difficult to understand. The brutality of every chord, the crescendos of the agitato sections culminating in a thudding base finish was polished but emotional, bearing the man’s very soul. The way Gio played the piano was breathtaking, his fingers moving with ease and his body tense adding to the intense verve. It had been years since I’d heard what had been called The Bells of Moscow, an overture fitting my caustic and troubled youth. The brooding Italian couldn’t have known just how many bittersweet memories the piece had surfaced.

  I’d escaped from the past, finding solace in my work and this was a damaging reminder that you can never run away from anything. Secrets had a way of unraveling, wrapping the unsuspecting person in a paralyzing web.

  But I couldn’t stop. I wanted this. I wanted him.

  I closed my eyes, quivering as he stripped me of my clothing, leaving me bare and open, his forcefulness boosting the sinful draw. There was no way for me to refuse him, he wouldn’t tolerate it.

  The feel of his hands was overwhelming, creating a wave of heat unlike anything I’d experienced. I was absorbed into the dark aura surrounding him, his prowess leaving me breathless. He was sensuous in a brusque manner with a chiseled jawline and voluptuous lips, pre-darkened to a perfect berry color as if kissed by the gods. Long, muscular legs and massive hands. And while his body remained covered in expensive tailored clothes, I could tell he was rock hard, including his thick cock, outlined just enough to make my mouth water. He was magnificent in his power.

  And I had no clue if he’d even told me his real name.

  Then again, I certainly hadn’t told him mine, preferring to keep the fantasy something dazzling, erotic in nature. My sixth sense also told me he was not a man to be denied. The reasons were ones I knew he wouldn’t share. Perhaps I was a fool for allowing him to drag me into a chauffeur-driven car, taken to an unknown location. There was a distinct possibility that I’d be on the morning news, just another statistic in a city riddled with its share of brutal murders. I wasn’t a careless or stupid woman, but after the crap with Jimmy, I craved spending time with a man who looked at me the way Gio had.

  A predator’s feast.

  A brute’s domination.

  A dangerous man’s craving.

  He did all of that and more. This powerful man hungered for me alone.

  “Oh... God, yes...” I tipped my head until I could see my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass and the vision was stunning. Even the way the twinkling lights of downtown Columbus sparkled in the crystal-clear window was breathtaking. This was an absolute fantasy.

  Nothing more.

  Gio brushed his fingers across my skin, the tips dancing over my inner thighs as if my legs were a musical instrument. His hot breath cascading across my shorn pussy left me aching, my muscles tensing and my toes curling. The tinkling of the keys as my legs moved involuntarily, my toes touching delicately, followed the rapid beating of my heart. The electricity we shared between us was off the chart, soaring to the heavens.

  I let go, relaxing as he moved his hands to my breasts, caressing in such a gentle manner as he pressed his lips against my clit.

  “Jesus!” The word escaped my mouth, the ragged purr breathless from desire. His tongue swirled around in a lazy fashion while his lower lip dragged across my pussy lips. I kept my legs wide open and I’d never felt so exposed yet at ease. The dichotomy was mind-blowing.

  He licked and nipped my clit, sucking on my tender tissue as his grip on my breasts became firmer. The heat of his mouth alone kept me wet, anticipation of his cock filling me, fucking me, driving me into a level of wildness so infrequently felt. He was taking what he wanted, driving me almost instantly into an overture of bliss.

  I couldn’t get the picture out of my mind of being naked, sprawled on top of a baby grand piano for all the world to see. Everything about this was sinful but perfect in every way.

  Gio pinched my nipples, twisting and releasing, repeating the action until I let out a bedraggled whimper. The pain was intense, something I’d never experienced, and I was shocked my body was responding. His tongue was magical, driving me as close to a climax as possible then pulling back. He licked all the way up and down, taking his time, learning every nuance and as I arched my back, my chest heaving, I noticed his dark gaze.

  I could swear his eyes were now black as coal, as if he’d entered a trancelike state. His control was absolute, and a moment of shame slithered into my system. He was a stranger, nothing more. He would disappear as if this had been nothing but a mind fuc
k. But what we shared tonight would never be forgotten.

  A husky growl slipped past his lips as he continued eating my pussy, thrusting his tongue in and out as he pinched and pulled my nipples.

  “God...” I pushed up and dropped my head, my palms pressing hard against the ebony surface. I could no longer focus, my body quivering. I was cold yet embroiled in raging heat, succumbing to the most outstanding pleasure. He picked up his rhythm as he slowly slid his hands to my thighs, pushing them all the way back and leaving me fully exposed. The way his fingers dug into my skin was brutal, a reminder of his dominance.

  For now, this moment, I was his prisoner.

  Yet I wasn’t afraid.

  “Perfect,” he whispered, the sound muffled.

  And for these few minutes, I felt perfect in every way, letting go of every inhibition.

  He fingered my clit, rolling one then two fingers in an aimless pattern. The hard slap on my pussy forced me to yelp, a wash of anguish rolling into my system. I could hear the slightest dark chuckle, as if he knew exactly what he was doing by driving me totally insane. The heat of his mouth and the savage thrust of his fingers almost put me over the edge.

  Control... I was losing all sense of it.

  “I’m going to...” My words trailed off as echoes bounced in my ears.

  The second round of smacks against my pussy was enough to create goosebumps dancing along every inch of skin. For the next few minutes, he brought me closer still to the edge of a raging climax then backed off, leaving me ready to beg him to allow me to come.

  He yanked me down until my ass was completely off the surface, his guttural sounds even more beastlike. With every swipe of his tongue and every smack of his hand, I whimpered, vivid colors dancing in front of my eyes like the most sensual rainbow. I was lost in the pleasure, driven to the very core of my being and just when I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer, he pressed the entire length of his thumb into my asshole.

  “Fuck! I...” That’s the very moment blinding sensations took over, an orgasm exploding inside. Shaking, I could no longer see and there was nothing but his hot mouth and tongue, his fingers brutally finger fucking me.

  And the single climax became a dazzling wave, shooting through me like a series of bottle rockets.

  The feel of Gio’s lips, soft like the kiss of velvet brushing against both inner thighs, captured the darkness within, releasing the strangling chains. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This couldn’t happen. I had to be in full control.

  But he would have none of my mind’s desires.

  He held my legs open, sliding his mouth ever so slowly up until he reached my knee. I managed to watch him, studying the way his expression had shifted, becoming nothing more than a carnivore as he kept his grip firm and moved to my other leg.

  “Mmm...” I licked my dry lips, shivering from the way he was staring at me. Everything about this man was enthralling, commanding.

  He mouthed my leg, moving all the way to my pussy before shifting to a crouching position, hovering over me. He planted first one hand beside my head then the other, slowly lowering down until our lips were only centimeters away. After breathing over me, he nipped my lower lip, the sound muttered leaving me breathless.

  I wiggled underneath him, rubbing my hands up and down his arms, wishing he was naked and melding our combustive heat. “Gio.”

  He seemed amused, licking around my mouth before easing back, the whisper more dominating than before. “You now belong to me.”

  The words were chilling, more so than I could comprehend. The statement wasn’t simply laced with the heat of the moment. There was an ownership about the avowal, as if he’d been searching for me his entire life. I remained quiet, trying to control my breathing as he licked around my lips, kissing me only once before jerking into a standing position. I had no idea what to expect nor was there anything to say.

  Gripping my hand, he tugged me upright, lifting and dragging me around to the side. He smoothed down my hair using the flat of his hand as he pushed me against the edge of the piano, pointing toward the window. “What do you see?” he whispered, the tone reeking of a sensuous husk.

  Inhaling, the scent of the man, a sensuous and all male cologne infused with exotic spices and a hint of forest was absolutely intoxicating. I was breathless as I gazed at our combined reflection and I’d never felt so small. He towered over me by several inches and from where we stood, we seemed perfectly suited together. What the hell was I thinking? This wasn’t forever. This wasn’t real life. This was a mere fantasy. Still, his draw was undeniable. “Power.”

  He seemed surprised, if not pleased at my answer. Fisting my hair, he tugged my head to the side, exposing my neck. When he lowered his head, instead of feeling his lips, floating across my skin, his teeth skimmed the surface, forcing another shiver. “You have no idea.”

  He said nothing else as he wound my hair around his hand, keeping me in place. I was mesmerized by the burning look in his eyes, taking gulping breaths as he unfastened his belt and pants. He was going to fuck me. This had nothing to do with passion, the gentleness in the mystery man disappearing. He’d pleasured me. Now, he was taking what he felt belonged to him.

  I gripped the edge, my nails digging in, excitement as well as trepidation keeping me on edge. What was it about this man that had drawn me into his web? Why had I gotten myself into this situation?

  Gio took a step back then shocked me with his next move.

  The savage smack against my bottom forced me onto my tiptoes, the breath knocked out of me.

  “What are you doing?” Somehow, I knew the question would receive no answer.

  And I was right.

  He issued a series of sharp spanks, his hand peppering back and forth. I was so shocked that I didn’t move or try to get away, embarrassment creating a burning flush across my neck and cheeks. Tears formed in my eyes even as anger rolled through me. “Stop. Don’t!”

  He continued.

  One. After. The. Other.

  The pain was biting, skittering all the way down the backs of my legs. I was in a cloud, staring at the woman in the window, angry with her. Furious that she’d allowed this to happen.

  Fuck. Fuck!

  I was his possession, his toy for the evening and nothing more. I’d realized it far too late and even as my mind finally reacted, my instincts forcing me to push back against him, trying to break his extreme hold, I knew there was no getting away.

  Not until he obtained everything he wanted.

  His expression remained dark and foreboding as he peppered my ass cheeks in a constant rhythm, much like a metronome ticking off for a Chopin concerto. I’d never been so shaken, thrown into a state of limbo, my mind reeling from the shock. Before I was able to collect my thoughts, the spanking stopped.

  Then he thrust the entire length of his cock inside my pussy.

  “Oh... Oh!” My eyes watered from the brutal force as my pussy muscles strained to accept the wide girth. Panting, I tried to push back, to break the connection but it was no use. I never took my gaze off the man’s reflection and even as a hint of raw fear swept into my system, my body betrayed me. I was wet and hot, trembling from his touch and prowess, ashamed I wanted any part of this.

  But I did.

  Horrified I’d allowed this to happen.

  But it had.

  There was no going back, no stopping the force that stood behind me. My skin was still stinging from the spanking and the way skin slapped against skin was a raw reminder.

  Supremacy, total and absolute.

  He shuddered, his chest heaving as he held the stance, his eyes glazing over. The only noise he made was a single animalistic growl before he pulled out then plunged again. And again. With every brutal thrust, he shoved me against the piano.

  Moaning, I was shocked how my body responded, desire boiling every cell, igniting embers I never knew existed. This was wild. This was intense.

  This was wrong.

  Oh, God.
Oh, God.

  I slapped my hand on the piano, undulating my hips until I realized I was meeting every savage thrust with one of my own. What had I become?

  He moved his hand to my neck, squeezing. I was captured, unable to move. He’d unleashed some beast from deep within.

  He pumped harder and faster, the veins in his neck popping and muscles straining. Exhaling, he brushed his other hand down my spine, the touch returning from before, exploring. Teasing.

  I tingled from the touch, biting my lip to keep from crying out. When he pressed his thumb back inside my asshole, I tensed, holding my breath. For that brief moment, we locked eyes again before he issued a carnal smile, removing his cock entirely from my pussy. I knew what was about to occur and bristled, gasping for air. I struggled to remain on my toes, trying desperately to regain control.

  He shoved his cock inside again, his fingers gripping my hips and I knew I would bruise.

  “Always. Mine.” His two words echoed.

  A wave of pleasure enveloped my sizzling skin and within seconds, every part of my body was trembling as another wave catapulted me into pure ecstasy. “Oh. Oh...”

  “That’s it. Come. I want your sweet pussy juice wrapping around my cock.” His tone was pure velvet, his voice floating back and forth. His thrusts moved to short bursts, in and out, riding me up onto my toes with each pass.

  “I...” Drained and sated, I lolled my head as I tried to catch my breath. The climax was sensational. I reached out, sliding my damp palm along the smooth wood, licking my dry lips.

  “Imagine what else I can do,” he muttered.

  “Um... Yes, I...”

  He guided his cock just inside my asshole, leaning over and pressing kisses along my neck, licking up and down. Chuckling darkly, he nipped my earlobe and the whisper was one I would never forget.

  And one that sent another chill slithering down my spine.

  “No matter where you are, I will find you. No matter who you fuck, you will remember you belong to me. One day you and I will meet again. On that day, I will never let you go.”