THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

Even after thinking back to what had occurred in New York, was I anticipating whatever vile punishment he was going to administer? Yet here I was, attracted to the sight of him putting his sleeves up.

“Why?”  Sin asked softly, catching my attention once more. “Tell me, Mani. Why did you run?”

I shook my head. “IsweartoyouNikolaiiwasnttryingtorun, pleasebelieveme.”   I mumbled out what I said, though I doubt he could understand a word I said.

“I thought maybe by now you were smart enough to know that you couldn’t get away from me,” he muttered as he advanced on me. My knees bumped against the bed as I lurched back. His expression was positively homicidal, and I couldn’t help but wonder whether this was the end.

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“You need to be taught a lesson,” Sin continued as his body pressed against mine. “For breaking my rules.”

When he got near me, I could make out the tic of his untrimmed jaw and the slope of his nose, which was plainly broken before. When I stared at his steely eyes for too long, which were framed by the longest lashes, my heart made a weird swoop.

I gasped behind the gag when his hands grabbed my hips; the electric shock against my bare skin had my thoughts racing. He must have sensed it as well, because just as I was turned over and my face pressed into the plush mattress, his eyes slightly enlarged. He took hold of both of my hands and tied his necktie around them.

“It seems I haven’t punished you well enough.” He said this roughly right before my ass erupted from the sting of his hand. Pain bloomed through my body. And just like the first night he spanked me, I felt something else within me. Something dark and unbidden coiled in my stomach.

I struggled to keep from crying, squealing in pain, and moaning into the gag as the second slap was just as excruciating as the first. In response to his touch, my rebellious body arched.

Oh my goodness, I like this! The dampness between my thighs grew worse, and I was unable to control my screams when his fingers caressed my ass cheek before he slapped it again.

To get a better look at me, he turned me over. As I observed his expression, my cheeks began to flush, wondering what he was going to do next.

But all he did was pull my balled-up pants out of my mouth. “I shouldn’t have carried you along if I had known this was what you wanted. Was this the plan, Mani? To get me to let my guard down, so you could run away,” he growled, his own chest heaving.

My lips parted, yet no words came out. I was still in shock, trying to process everything that had happened since Jason walked into the room until now. It didn’t help that my body was dialled up to one thousand right now. Every nerve fibre was pulled taut, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. I wanted his hands all over me.

The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, and I could feel the fear, anticipation, and want mixed all at once.

Before I had a chance to explain myself, he hauled me against him, his hand grasping the back of my neck roughly as his other hand trailed down to my very core. “Why do you keep defying me? Why do you keep pushing my hands? Why do you keep making me angry?”

I wasn’t even focusing on anything he said now, with his fingers pushing between my legs.

“Hmm,” he said as his other hand tightened on my neck. “Is it to taste my wrath? Does the idea of getting punished turn you on so badly that you don’t mind going against me?”

“I’m…. sorry…”  I breathed.

“I believe it’s too late for that.” His fingers spread me, daring me to fight him.

“Nikolai!” I cried out as his thumb pressed against my throbbing clit. I wanted release, and I would do nearly anything to have it.

“Do you wish to come, uh?” He whispered, rewarding me with another lazy circle around my clit. “Tell me, Mani.”

I wanted to touch him, but my hands were still bound, leaving my body at the mercy of what he was going to do next. “Yes, please.”

There was a chuckle, and I felt Sin slip a finger at the entrance of my sex. “I like it when they beg. Tell me, Mani, do you honestly think you deserve to be rewarded?”

Fuck, I couldn’t think straight. His finger teased into me, pushing in and out to stoke a fire that was already simmering under the surface. Between that and his thumb, I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Come for me,” he growled, his fingers flexing against the nape of my neck. “Come only for me.”

And I did. What the fuck did I come for? I cried out as the orgasm hit me full force. My knees weakened, and when Sin let go of my neck, I practically collapsed to the ground, the impact rattling my bones.

The orgasm had shattered me, turning my bones into jelly. Daringly, I looked up to find him fumbling with his zipper, a hard look on his handsome face, and my breath caught.

He was going to fuck me, and my body shivered at the thought.

“Give me your hands,” he said roughly. I held them up, and he ripped away the material binding them like it was nothing. He placed his hands on the top of his slacks, and slowly, I gave them a tug until his cock fell out.

He wanted me to suckle him. Involuntarily, I licked my lips, eager to please him. I didn’t protest when he shoved his cock in my mouth and put his thumb between my teeth to keep my jaw open in order to accommodate his size.

Sin grunted, his other hand shifted to the back of my head, and he relaxed just enough for me to bring my own hand up to wrap around his shaft.

He jerked slightly at the contact and swatted my hand away. “Mouth only, amore.”

It was clear. This was for him. Not for me.

I clasped my hands behind me for balance as he shoved himself deep into my throat, gagging me. Tears blurred my eyes. Pleasure and pain, excitement and degradation-all mixed together at once.

His thrusts became harder, and I knew he was getting close. His scent of musk tinted with a hint of smoke drowned out all other smells as he gripped his hand tighter behind my head. His cock was stiffening.

With a guttural groan, his taste flooded my mouth, and he pulled me close to him as he came. I had no choice but to swallow every ropey spurt. Too much.  It’s too much. I placed my hand against his thighs, desperate to breathe.

He held me, struggling against his bucking hips, as he continued emptying himself into my mouth and down my throat. My world grew blurry in a haze of tears. I coughed, and I felt his seed run down my chin.

Finally, he pulled away with a grunt, and I gasped for air, coughing. A thin gossamer stream clung to the corner of my mouth and dropped to the floor, pooling between my legs. I refused to look at him till I heard the sound of the door banging close.