Marrying the Mob Prince

CAINAN

The charade ended tonight.

Everything was under control. My father’s estate would be mine. All I had to do was make him sign it over. Best case scenario, I sent Claire to Boston before the week was out. One more brutal night, and it was over.

Sweat poured down my back as I returned to the guesthouse. I’d spent the whole day preparing for Father’s return. He’d arrive in an hour. Nothing could be out of place. I oversaw the decorations for the ballroom. Walked through the kitchens. I wheeled his six-tiered monstrosity of a cake into the refrigerator. Dozens of guests would be at his retirement party, and their rooms had to be prepped for their arrival. Plus, there was my moronic half-brother to corral.

I was exhausted.

And I still had to get through an entire evening without Claire disobeying me. I’d kept her locked her in the guesthouse all day, not willing to risk her running amok on the grounds. She was probably pissed, but she hated my guts anyway.

I looked for her through the windows, but the golden curtains shut out the light. As I stepped inside, rattling metal accosted me. I followed the noise into the kitchen, where Claire’s back pressed against the door leading outside. A men’s white T-shirt swallowed her petite frame. I admired the sight of it on her, my gaze tracing her nipples.

“And what are we up to?”

“Nothing,” she blurted, her arm behind her back. “I was just-”

“Show me your arm.”

A flush claimed her cheeks as she complied, trembling. I rolled my eyes. “Your other arm.”

Claire hesitated. I seized her shoulder and whirled her around. Steel jutted from her clenched fist. She glanced at the knife and wetted her lips, the movement making me imagine that perfect mouth on my cock.

“And what were you planning to do with that?” I sighed, annoyed by her silence. “Claire.”

Her eyes danced over my face, the mute appraisal boiling my patience. She didn’t seem to mind that I’d caught her. How many times had I already punished her today? This girl baffled me.

I stared at her. “You can’t do this.”

“What?”

Sullen brat. “Try to escape.”

“I wasn’t escaping,” she blurted.

I gestured at the trim she’d ruined. “The damage to the fucking door gives it away.”

“What do you care?” she hissed, her voice shaking more than I liked. “You’re rich. Buy a new one. Or better yet, get a slave to repair it for you!”

I swear to God, she’d lost all sense.

I held out my palm. “Give me the knife.”

Claire threw it on the floor like a petulant child.

Heaving a sigh, I clutched her arm. Claire attempted to twist out of my grasp, but I pinned her to my chest with hardly any effort. Then I lifted her onto my shoulder in a fireman’s lift. She bellowed as I took her upstairs.

“What are you doing?”

My hand glided up her thigh and squeezed her ass. “You need a punishment.”

She hammered my back.

“Thanks for the massage, Claire darling.” I gripped her hips and tossed her onto the bed. “You’ll have to give me another after tonight.”

She bounced on the mattress and tried to scramble upright, but I pushed her back. She sprawled on the comforter, her blond hair a golden halo on the dark sheets. I grabbed her ankle and pulled her across the bed, catching the other leg that kicked at me, then wedged myself between her thighs.

“Did I not explain the consequences of escaping?”

Claire froze as I leaned over her. “I know the risks.”

“Do you? Have you any fucking inkling of the danger you’re in? Jesus. The things I would’ve had to do to you. They would’ve made that tattoo look cute.”

Just imagining it shattered me. Would I be able to go through with it? Or would I yield to the pain in her blue eyes? Every time I looked at her, there was one more splinter in the glass wall separating us.

Focus. Don’t let your spirit be misguided.

I buried my guilt, soothing my tightening chest, and opened my mind to the other voice in my head. The demon. He didn’t give a damn about right and wrong. He only cared about vengeance and forcing Claire Starling into submission.

Punish her.

A reckless need to rip the T-shirt off her body and taste her budding tits inflamed me. Soon, I’d have her squirming and begging. I’d wanted them all-ass, pussy, and mouth. First, I’d rail that wanting hole between her legs.

Fuck me, I wanted it now.

“Honestly, Claire.” I let go of her wrist and traced her breasts. I stroked the dark circle peaking the white fabric, teasing it into firmness. “It’s like you want me to rape you.”

Pinned underneath me, with my hand locked around her wrists, she couldn’t move. She trembled, though I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or excitement. A rich pink blossomed over her cheeks as she held my gaze, her eyes glossing over. Claire’s lip curled with a contemptuous lift. “I fucking hate you.”

“I’d discipline you for saying that, but I know you don’t mean it. You’re ashamed you feel anything toward me but loathing and disgust. And you desperately want to fuck me, but you’re not sure what’ll happen to your soul if you submit.”

Silence loomed between us like a heavy mist.

Claire blinked and glanced away, her expression pained.

“You make things so much worse for yourself when you run.” I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Isn’t that why you brought me here?”

A rock settled in my throat as she raised her head, her compelling stare riveting me to the spot. Should I tell her the truth? A war of emotions raged inside me as I considered letting her in on my secret.

Too risky.

My hand softened, and I watched as the pink patches on her cheeks deepened to red. “You’re here to comfort me, not to be brutalized. I am not a violent man. I don’t relish in your pain.”

“You do. Y-you spank me.”

“To warn you,” I growled. “To stop you from running your mouth to my brother, or God forbid, my father. The things he would do to you, Claire…”

“Will I ever go home?”

Tears leaked from her eyes as the question trembled from her lips. I traced them with my eyes, fighting the urge to kiss her open pout. Instead I smoothed the hair from her brow, my voice dipping to a whisper.

“Not if you don’t behave.”

Claire gulped as the gravity of her situation seemed to finally sink in. I felt her anguish like ice growing in my stomach.

“You’ll behave for me, won’t you?”

“I don’t know,” she said in a low, tormented voice. “This is hard.”

“I know it is, little Starling.” I suppressed a grin as I broke through her fragile control, caressing her long tresses. “Everything you’re feeling is normal. There is always an uncomfortable period of adjustment. Once you accept your fate…your life will be so much easier.”

My thumb passed over her mouth, and her tongue darted out as though to taste me. She caught my stare and flushed deeply, looking disoriented.

“What is my fate?”

“To surrender to me,” I murmured, my lips against her forehead. “Give in to your darker side and embrace your new reality.”

My palm grew heavy with the weight of her head as she leaned into my touch. She was breaking, but not in the permanent way that destroyed a person. The vestiges of her resistance were slowly melting away. She lifted her head, her eyes glossed over with need.

“That will never happen.”

A pulse pounded in my cock as I backed from the bed, leading her forward. I stopped when I had enough room. I fingered her chin. “Do you know what I will do with you?”

Her brows flickered, her beautiful face knitted with concern. “Punish me?”

“That’s correct. You broke the rules. If you want to suffer the consequences like a good girl, you will kneel at my feet. If you’d rather do things the hard way, I’m happy to do that, too. So, are you going to put up a fight?”

Her firm eye contact told me no, but she hesitated. She opened and closed her mouth. She rubbed a hand through her hair. Her knees bent and straightened. Then she seemed to think better of it, and knelt.

Finally.

Watching her submit gave me a rush of ecstasy. She was truly stunning. My tongue dried as I took in her curves filling the T-shirt, the tempting shadows of her breaks, the peaks of her nipples, the hollow at the base of her throat that pulsed with her heartbeat.

It wasn’t difficult to tell she was aroused-her parted lips gave it away. My glare lingered on her mouth and tits, memorizing every trembling inch.

“Fast learner,” I purred. “We’ll add that to your list of skills, right under world-class head.”

She flushed a vivid scarlet.

My smile broadened as I stroked her cheek. She’d really blown my expectations with her enthusiasm the other day, sucking my cock like her life depended on getting me off.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Why had it felt so good?

She was just another toy, one of the many innocents I’d corrupted, and yet…none of them had affected me like this. It was harder to resist the senseless pull toward her-the heat unfurling in my chest at every stolen glance.

It was a problem.

I traced her lips, ignoring the pounding in my head. “I could’ve lived in ignorance of what I was missing, but now that I’ve tasted paradise, I’m going to be insufferable. I’ll need your mouth daily.”

I unzipped my shorts and took out my cock. I was full mast. Ready to go. All she had to do was meet my gaze without flinching, and I was instantly hard. I studied her, waiting for a show of defiance, but she seemed at peace. Only a pure soul like hers freely gave her body to the damned.

I tapped her cheek. “Open.”

She complied.

Gripping my cock, I played with her for a bit. A glistening bead rolled off my head, and I smeared it over her mouth. Her tongue darted out, catching it like it was honey. She closed her eyes and made a delicious sound. I slapped my cock on her cheek, marveling at how small she looked beside it. My fingers dove into a tangle of hair. She squirmed as I sank into her pink mouth. Her bold stare tempted me to jackhammer her.

When she gagged, I pulled out. She gasped as I stroked myself.

“I imagined taking your mouth many times, but this is something else. For the life of me, I don’t know why.” I chuckled, watching her pull herself together. “What is it about you?”

She wiped her lips and shrugged. “You tell me.”

“That’s why I’m asking you. Because I don’t understand this.” I grabbed her jaw, and her heated gaze flicked to mine. “What is so special about you?”

“I have what you lack.”

“And what is it that I lack?”

“A heart,” she grated out, looking so beautiful with her hands on her knees that I wanted to kiss her. “A sense of reality. Genuine connections with another human being.”

“My master/slave relationships are real. What makes this one so different?” My thumb passed over her lips, and a shudder went through her. “Tell me.”

“I’m not scared of you,” she said in a rush, her lie ringing sweetly. “Because I’ve met the person behind the mask…the man you could be if this place hadn’t warped your mind.”

Seriously? The list of atrocities I’d committed against her kept growing, and I didn’t scare her? Why not? Everything she did weighed on me. I replayed her words in my head, stumbling over the last part of the sentence.

“The man I could be?”

“You’re not evil, Cainan,” she whispered, stunning me. “But this island is forcing you to behave a certain way. In Boston, you felt safe enough to be yourself, but you can’t do that here. It’s too dangerous. So you put on this act and you have everyone deceived except me.”

She’s wrong.

And yet, my world tilted off its axis as I stood there, as windblown as a stringless kite. “Then why leave me?”

“Because I’m terrified of what’ll happen to me if I stay here, and I can’t stick around and wait for you. I won’t stop until I’m free. I’m leaving, and I want you to come with me.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Why?” she begged, her eyes dancing over my face. “What’s worth jeopardizing your soul?”

“It’s already damned.”

“No, it’s not!” She bumped her fist into my leg, sounding close to tears. “You can’t give up on yourself. It’s never too late to change. To break free. You want that. I know you do. You just don’t belong here.”

I tried to block out her words, but they glowed inside me. “You have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Cainan,” she sighed, shaking her head. “You have everybody else fooled, but I see that you’re conflicted. It’s subtle, but there. You don’t want this any more than I do. It hurts you. I can tell.”

She clasped my limp hand and kissed my knuckles. I looked down, shock flying through me at our interconnected fingers. This was dangerous. The more feelings she stirred, the more likely they would be revealed and destroy everything. I had to kill them.

And I needed to take her down a peg.

I fisted her hair and dragged her mouth to my cock, shutting her up with one swift stroke. The sides of her throat bulged. I fought against her gag reflex as a stream of saliva poured from her mouth. She was a mess of drool, her lips swollen. She was a vessel for my pleasure, struggling to breathe around me. Now, that was a sight I could jerk off to for the rest of my life.

When she turned red, I allowed her a sip of air. “You’re right. I am conflicted. Should I come down your throat or on your face?”

Claire breathed in deeply. She wiped her mouth, and then her hand returned to my thigh. Her touch was light, painfully teasing. Then her gaze bore into me with silent expectation. Daring me.

My cock throbbed.

She wanted more? Fine. I’d give her more. After this, she would never look at me the same again. Easing through her clenched lips, I pistoned in and out. I made her swallow me, root to stem. My grip slid down her flawless skin and tightened on her throat. I squeezed, robbing her of air. Her neck flushed. Tiny crimson dots exploded on her eyelids. I expected her to panic. Instead Claire widened her legs, clearly into this brutal claiming.

I shook my head, smiling. “I told you. One day, you’ll choke on my cock just to please me.”

She was turning a dangerous color. I released her and let her breathe. I waited until she recovered, then resumed thrusting. She settled into my rhythm, bobbing, her tongue riding my shaft.

What did I have to do to this woman?

A cruel idea seized me, and I grabbed my phone. I opened the camera app. I held it at waist level and hit the record button. While she sucked me off, I recorded her. My hand fell to her cheek. I tucked strands of hair behind her ear.

“Look at the phone, Starling.”

She did, her calm shattering. She made desperate sounds and gripped my legs, digging in her nails.

“This cheap little slut can take a cock.” I thrust my hips, silencing her tortured groan. “Keep still while I chase my pleasure.”

Her eyes burned with reproach as I hammered her mouth. The way she looked at me struck me with a lightning bolt of lust. I wanted more. The demon inside commanded me to fuck her ruthlessly, claim her, leave no hole unplundered. My heart thrashed, transported. Too close. I stopped before I blew my load and pulled out.

I breathed hard as though I’d finished a sprint. “Slave, whose clothes are you wearing?”

“Yours.”

“That’s right,” I murmured, my thumb playing with her swollen lip. “Now, show the world that your tight pussy is mine. Lift your shirt.”

She rolled her shirt up her thigh.

A flood of euphoria drowned me as she uncovered her perfect body. “Your mouth is made for cock but that pussy…is perfection. Touch yourself. I want to see how wet you are.”

She complied. Shaking, she lifted her hand, which was drenched in her arousal.

“Fuck,” I said hoarsely, my heart pounding. “Suck it.”

She obeyed, sliding her fingers over her tongue.

“Take my cock and get to work.”

I hissed when her wet heat surrounded me once again. I wouldn’t last long. A few seconds, if that. The video recorded my tortured groan as I spilled inside her. I didn’t have to order her to swallow. She kept sucking, milking me of every drop. Shudders ran up my thigh as she stroked me into a pool of bliss. I ended the recording and tossed the phone aside. Our gazes clashed, and I couldn’t tell who was the captive anymore-because she’d owned me with that orgasm.

I took a staggering breath, then dragged her upright. Tears slid down her face as she wiped it. She looked even stronger when she was crying.

Finally. I’d left a burning imprint on her. Severed all remaining goodwill. I thought I’d be relieved. Instead I felt drained and lifeless, as though she’d sucked more out of me than my seed.

“Do you feel better about yourself?” she asked, her voice hard. “Did you convince yourself that you’re evil?”

The question froze in my brain.

Her gaze drilled into me, my stomach sinking. Nothing I did made a difference. She saw right through me.

She’s breaking you. You’re turning into a decent person who can’t take down your father.