Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Kasia

I roll my head back, against his shoulder. The wind makes the tree branches dance above us, and I try to concentrate on them, on anything that will distract me from the easy way he arouses me. It’s not right, to have no feelings for a man but still melt into his touch so effortlessly.

He presses a finger to my clit, the magic button that steals a moan from me. It only makes him more arrogant; these sounds he forces from me. Sliding his finger through my wet sex, he toys with my entrance, and it takes everything in me not to snap my legs shut. To keep him away or to trap him, I’m not sure anymore.

“Such a good girl when your pussy’s being played with, hmmm?” He teases me with his whispers in my ear. The heat of his breath, the aroma of his aftershave all work together to make me want him even more.

I clench my teeth. This isn’t right.

“Don’t.” He warns me with a light tap to my thigh. “Relax your body, Kasia. Let me make you feel good.” He nips my earlobe. “Let me show you how good things can be between us. And they can be so good.”

I can’t stop the images from the whipping from replaying in my mind while his fingers rub over my aching clit. I wanted nothing more last night than to explode in his hands, and quickly he’s bringing me right back to the edge.

Dominik’s chin presses into my shoulder while he pulls the front of my dress down. The neckline is elastic and easily maneuvers beneath my breasts.

“No bra?” he asks, and I don’t need to see him to know he’s smiling. That same arrogant grin.

My nipples harden beneath his stare before he even touches me. But when he does, when his fingers gently pinch my nipple, it’s like skyrockets are lit, firing between nerve endings.

“You’re close, Kasia,” he whispers in my ear. I nod, unsure of what I will say if I try to speak. I won’t beg him to let me finish. I won’t plead for my release.

“Such a good girl,” he kisses the side of my neck, trailing a line of heat with his tongue. “Tell me, Kasia. Are you a virgin?” His finger slips just into my pussy. It’s not enough, I want all of it.

“Dominik.” One word. My cheeks flame with the truth. A twenty-two-year-old who’s never known the real touch of a man, it’s pathetic.

“Tell me, Kasia. Do I have to find men to kill or will I be the first man to have you, the only man to have you,” he says, biting down on my shoulder. The pain of his bite burns at first, then mingles with the pleasure his fingers are giving me.

He pushes his finger inside further, curling it at the knuckle.

“Are you a virgin?” he asks again, his finger stilling inside me, his pinch increasing on my nipple.

I can’t help but arch my body until my hips thrust toward his hand.

“Yes,” I say. The heat from my cheeks spreads throughout my entire body.

With one quick thrust, he plows his finger into me, then adds another. I wrap my hand around his forearm, squeezing him. I don’t want him to stop. No, if he stops, I’ll find his gun and kill him myself.

“You’re so tight, so fucking wet,” he mutters in my ear, biting my shoulder again and pinching my nipple.

I’m at the end, there’s nowhere to go but over and once I breach that cliff, I’m not going to be able to stop myself. I roll my head to the side, giving him better access to my throat. Wanting, no, needing his bite, his marking as the heel of his hand hits my clit.

“Come for me, Kasia. Show me you’re my good girl, you’re my sweet girl. Show me,” he says and plows his fingers harder into me, curling them and twisting as he fucks me with them. My nipple burns when he releases it, only to flick it and ignite another sensory overload.

All the pain, the pleasure, it’s too much. I can’t stop it. I can’t contain it.

He licks my neck, then bites down hard, catapulting me beyond reason. The heel of his hand presses harder against my clit, rubbing in circles. The sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of my sloppy wet pussy carry me away. Every muscle in my body tenses and within a blink of an eye, I’m screaming. My feet plant onto the soft ground below and I’m scrambling to chase after every wave, every pulse of the electric release he’s brought down on me.

“No, no,” he soothes me. “Feel it, feel all over it,” he commands, and like the good girl he’s making me be, I sink into his lap, letting every harsh wave crash over me and steal away my breath.

By the time the pleasure fades into a lavender haze, I’m gasping for air. My heart has tried to escape my chest, but failed, leaving behind an ache as my pulse slows. His fingers never left my passage, his hand never moved from my breast. There’s a light sting on my neck where his teeth sank in. I wonder if there’s any blood.

I’m not sure I care.

He slowly pulls his hand from between my legs, leaving me empty and wanting. After he licks his fingers clean, which I’m oddly aware of because of his moan, he rights the neckline of my dress and pulls my legs across his. I’m cradled in his lap now, and I don’t even fight the urge to weave my arms around his neck and hold onto him.

He smells good. A masculine scent of spice and leather.

“This is how I want things between us, Kasia. Giving you pleasure, making you mine. This is how it should be between husband and wife.”

“But we don’t even like each other,” I say into his shirt.

His chest rumbles with his soft laugh.

“We don’t hate each other. And that’s a start.” He pulls me tighter against him.

“You want something.” I’m sleepy, but I can tell there’s a command coming. Another of his rules.

He kisses the top of my head. “I don’t want you talking with your father. I want you to stay away from him.” He’s already told me this.

“You don’t trust him,” I say on a yawn. I don’t trust my father either. A man who signs away both of his daughters with as much ease as he did, isn’t a man with much integrity.

But he is my father.

“No.” He surprises me by being honest. “I don’t. And until I know what he’s up to, I want you away from him.”

His chest muscles tense. Here comes the bombshell.

“We’re going to be married tonight, Kasia.”

No matter my exhaustion, I push away from him to stare into his eyes.

“Tonight?” There’s no time to plan. I don’t have a dress, there’s no guest lists, no parties.

“We’ll throw a celebratory party once my father returns home. You’ll plan it all the way you want it, but we need to marry. We need to get it done before your father makes whatever move he’s planning.”

I blink. Sleep is fogging my thinking. “But he signed that agreement. He can’t go back now.”

He smiles at me, like my ignorance on such things is cute.

“I can’t exactly take him to court over it, can I?” He brushes a strand of hair from my eye and tucks it behind my ear. “Promise me you’ll give me no trouble. I don’t want to punish you on our wedding night.”

There’s that word again. Punish.

“Is this how my life is to be? Punishment for disagreeing with you?”

His eyes darken. “No. Punishment is only for disobeying me. You can disagree whenever you’d like.”

I stare into his eyes. They’re still the icy blue from when we met, but there’s a tinge of warmth I didn’t see before.

Could he be softening?

I adjust my seating on his lap and feel his erection pressing against my hip. He hasn’t asked for anything in return. He hasn’t forced himself on me, and he was tender only moments before.

It was all a ruse to get my cooperation. There is no tenderness in him. Nothing real. This isn’t a real relationship. There will be no true marriage.

This will only be me being made to bow to his dictates whenever he wants and he’s not above punishment and bribery to get it.

“Either way, Kasia, by the time you fall asleep tonight in my bed, you’ll be my wife,” he promises in the heaviest tone I’ve heard him use.

In his bed.

“My father won’t be there, then,” I say. “At the wedding,” I clarify.

“No. It will just be Margaret and my brother. I’ve arranged for a priest.” He pinches his lips together. “I wish I could give you something more… well, more.”

For a moment I thought he might say romantic. But surely nothing between us will ever be that.

This is an arrangement. I have no say in it. It’s been decided. I only have to show up.

“There’s time this afternoon for you to shop for a dress if you’d like. Margaret can go with you, and two of my men.” He brushes the back of his knuckles across my cheekbone. The small gestures are confusing me. I push his hand away and slip off his lap.

Tugging my dress down, I smooth out the skirt. If anyone saw what we did, what he made me do, I would be mortified. A quick look around tells me we’re alone. At least from what I can see. There’s always a man on guard somewhere.

“I don’t-actually, yes. That would be nice.” Any excuse to get out of this house. Even if it is to shop for a dress I will despise.

He looks up at me, as though he’s not quite sure what to make of my compliance. Isn’t this what he wanted?

My phone dances on the table and I swipe it before he can grab it. An email. Finally something that might bear fruit.

“I’ll talk with Margaret. We can leave in an hour if she’s able.” I pick up my kindle and my untouched cup of tea. I’d come out to the yard to bury myself in a book, to forget all the mess surrounding me. But he’d only brought it out with him.

He gives a slow nod then stands from the chair. “I’ll let her know. Tommy and Michael will be going with you.”

I raise my chin a fraction. His cock is outlined against his trousers. I keep my gaze fixated on his chin and curl my toes into my sandals.

“Kasia.” He says my name hard, and I stare at him, waiting for his next volley of instructions. “Things can be good between us, just like they were.”

I laugh. The haze of pleasure has lifted. I’m no longer in the pliable mood he put me in with his titillating touch.

“Right. We’ll be best of friends, Dominik.” I pat his arm and leave him beneath the shade of the great weeping willow.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.