Mafia King by L. Steele

9

Michael

The hair on my forearms rises. All of my senses jangle. I swivel around and catch her around the waist, lift her off of the ground.

"I hate you. I bloody hate you," she snarls, then swings her fists. I duck. I must be losing my touch, for her knuckles graze my jaw, and my dick, which had stood up and saluted her bare bottom the moment she’d bared it, is sure it’s found heaven. My groin tightens and my balls ache. I tighten my grip around her. "Stop."

"How dare you insult me…you…you…pig?"

A chuckle trembles up my throat and I swallow it. "Calm down."

"Let go of me."

"No."

She goes still.

"No?"

"Not until your blood pressure drops back to normal."

"The only person I see having a bloody cardiac is you." She brings up her knee. I twist my body to the side, she catches me in the thigh, and damn it, but my cock instantly lengthens. The fuck is wrong with my reactions, that I can’t control myself around her?

"Back off, Beauty or you’ll regret it."

She makes that noise deep in her throat, that sound of anger and frustration that sends sparks down my spine, engages all of my nerve endings so that all my brain cells seem to shut down, then flare all at once.

"Last. Chance."

"Oh, sod off." She strains in my embrace, and her breasts thrust into my chest, her nipples sharp enough to stab me through my jacket and my shirt.

Fuck. I squeeze my arms, haul her even closer. I’m not copping a feel… Okay…so maybe I am, but can you blame me? This tiny soaked-with-bath-water-and-desire female…is…simply the most delectable piece of femininity that I have ever come across and..

My breath leaves me.

"You didn’t just do that," I growl.

"What, you mean this?" She slips her palm between us and squeezes my balls… Again… Fuck. A growl tears from my lips. My thighs spasm and sweat breaks out on my brow. "You’re going to regret that, Beauty."

She bares her teeth. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? Spank me."

Hmm.

Her gaze widens, her breath hitches, her pupils dilate and...fuck this shit! I am only a man. There’s only so much I can take.

I bend my knees, peer into her eyes. "How many?"

"What?"

"How many slaps?"

"Bugger off."

"You choose or I will, and I promise you, the number will not be one you like."

"Bet you won’t like this either." She clears her throat and spits. A gob of warm saliva slashes across my lips.

She freezes.

So, do I.

The warmth drips down my chin, and something snaps inside of me. I scoop her up, twist her and throw her over my shoulder. She screams, struggles, and I throw an arm over the back of her thighs, squeeze her close enough for her knees to dig into my side. She beats at my back, down my side. Nice. My muscles warm, lengthen. I reach the bed, seat myself, then drape her across my lap.

"Let me go." She huffs.

"No." I bring my arm down and my palm connects with her butt.

She yells, "You bastard, how dare you!"

"Don’t challenge me, baby girl."

"Let me go, this moment!" she howls.

"Or?"

"Or I’ll scream."

"Is that a promise?" I spank her left butt cheek and she screams. Slap her right and she gasps, sputters. Bring my palm down again on her left and her entire body bucks.

"Fuck you, asshole."

"Not just yet, and I do prefer alphahole."

"You conceited, obnoxious, swollen-headed—"

"Love it when you talk dirty, darling." I take aim, lower my palm across the curve of her ass, right over the reddened palm print I’d left there, and she squeals. And again. And again. My palm tingles, my forearm muscles hurt, and still, I don’t stop. Eight, nine, ten.

A sob bubbles up from her, "I’ll never forgive you for this."

"Good."

"I’ll get back at you."

"Hope you’re keeping count, hmm?"

Twelve, thirteen, fifteen.She squeals, digs her fists into the bed and growls.

"Had enough?"

"I’ll never beg you to stop. Never apologize… Never," she retorts.

I slide my fingers between her swollen lower lips and she hiccups.

"Fuck, Beauty, you are soaking wet," I growl

"From the bath, you idiot." She snarls, "I took a shower not ten minutes ago."

"Let’s put that to the test, hmm?" I drag my knuckles down her slit and she moans. Slip a finger inside her slippery channel and she wheezes. "Please."

"Please what?”

"Please stop."

I draw her slickness up her cunt, into the valley between her butt cheeks and she freezes.

"Anyone taken you here, Beauty?"

She makes a low noise at the back of her throat.

"That’s what I thought." My groin hardens. The blood begins to thud at my temples.

I press my wet middle finger into her back hole and her butt clenches; her spine arches.

"How does that feel?"

"How do you think, you jerk?" She yells, "I’ll push something up your ass and ask you the same question!"

I laugh. I can’t help it. The laughter just bursts out.

She turns her face, peers at me from between the strands of hair that fall over her face. "It’s not bloody funny."

"You’re right." I wipe the smile from my face. "It’s boring. I’ve wasted enough of my time." I stand up and she falls to the ground on her ass.

She mewls, and I hesitate. I should take care of her…make sure I soothe the reddened skin that bears my marks. No. What am I thinking? She is…my captive. An experiment, perhaps, to find out how long I can hold out before my control snaps. She is nothing. Nothing. And I am trying too hard to convince myself.

"Get dressed." I pivot, stalk to the door.

"Michael."

I keep walking.

"Stop."

I reach the door, shove it open.

"Goddamn you, you can’t ignore me. You can’t keep me here."

I step through.

"Master," she calls out to me.

I pause.

There’s silence for a beat.

I turn, glare at her over my shoulder.

She pales, tips her chin up. Brings her arms to her sides so the full beautiful expanse of her body is bared to my gaze.

I peruse her face, the flushed features, the trail of tears down her cheeks. This woman... She is magnificent. Unclothed, naked as nature intended, with that dyed black hair of hers in disarray around her shoulders. She is…dangerous.

I should keep away from her… I should…punish her for how she brought out the base part of me, for how her nearness has unhinged me. I should break her. Only, in this fight between us there will be no winners. There is only way forward… And it leads into darkness. Fuck her, and fuck me for what I am going to have to do to her.

I drum my fingers on my thigh, "I don’t have all day, Beauty."

"How long," she squeezes her fingers together in front of her, "how long do you plan on keeping me here?"

"For as long as it takes."