Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“This is your home.”

“Do you care nothing for me?”

He softens, running one hand through his hair. “Baby, she’s fine. It looks like it was just the outside structure.”

“I know you had something to do with this!”

There it is, finally. Johnny gives me a black look as my voice rings down the hall.

“I had nothing to do with this.”

“That is bullshit!” I can see the lie right there in his eyes. “Let me go!”

“No. I’m going to be your husband in a week, Maya,” he says in an increasingly frustrated voice. “Seeing your family right now is way too dangerous. Stay the fuck out of it until this blows over.”

“She’s your family, too.”

There’s no fucking way he’ll keep me away.

Johnny’s frown becomes more pronounced. It’s as though he can smell the defiance blazing under my skin. He grips my arms and manhandles me into the bedroom, laughing as I twist in his hands and try to shove him back. My efforts to get him off amuse him.

“I’m worried about my mom, and the other people there who I’m close to.”

“I understand that.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you?”

I fall onto the bed as he pins me down, his body moving above mine. My heart hammers as his tie tickles my skin. I’ve met his mother briefly, but I still know nothing about his father, other than that we’re not supposed to talk about him.

He reaches across my body and opens the drawer to his nightstand, pulling out a shiny pair of handcuffs.

Oh no.

Then a grin tugs at his mouth as he slaps each handcuff around my wrists, and attaches them to the headboard. I yank on them, and he catches my wrist.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Fuck, he’s right. The metal digs into my skin. Johnny’s bubble of laughter ignites a furious wave of heat in my chest. He sits up, straddling my waist.

“Are you seriously handcuffing me to prevent me from seeing my mother?”

The laughter dies on his face. “Maya, please just trust me on this. You can’t see your family. Not now. They just put one of my men in the hospital.”

“What happened?”

“They jumped him and beat the shit out of him.”

“Jesus. Is he all right?”

“He’s probably never going to walk again.”

I sink back into the sheets as all the energy drains from my body. Hell, you shouldn’t be surprised. Violence was a way of life back at the MC, but I always did my best to stay out of it. Now I’m in the thick of this madness.

How many other people are going to get maimed because of me?

A smooth feeling on my cheek makes me look into Johnny’s softened eyes. “Don’t do that. It’s not your fault.”

Is he right? Or did I condemn the people I care about just because I wanted a little bit of fun? Now it sounds like Johnny retaliated by setting the MC on fire, although the images only showed damage to the outside structure. They might be all okay.

Still, another voice says. That’s pretty fucking bad.

Unpleasant warmth heats up my cheeks, the skin on my eyelids, everywhere. The bed sinks as he lowers himself and kisses my nose.

“I caused it.”

“You didn’t do anything except try to have a good time. There’s no crime in that.”

And now my hands are stretched above my head, tied to his bedposts.

“If you’re going to blame someone, blame me.”

“If I did, I’d hate you so much that I’d never be able to look at you again.”

I can’t blame him anymore. There were so many things I could have done to avoid strife between the family and the MC. I could have just not fucked around with Johnny. I could have left town, but the thought of leaving him now rips me apart. It’s like one of those metal hooks in meat lockers, yanking hard right under my ribs. He started out as everything that I wanted and couldn’t have and he ended up being the only good thing in my life-the only man who ever cared about what I wanted. The painful part of it is that he would see the whole MC dead. There’s not a remorseful bone in his body, and a part of me is ashamed to admit I love him for that.

I love him, and it hurts. “Just fuck me.”

The grin falters on his face. “What?”

“Fuck me.”

I need to feel him inside me. That sweet release is the only thing that’ll make me feel better, but more than that-I need to feel pain.

Johnny’s face stretches with a primal smile, the one that makes my heart race as fear slowly raises a row of goose bumps over my skin. He digs his hand into my hair and I taste his breath before his teeth sink into my bottom lip.

“I need you.”

My stolen whisper drives him wild. He kisses me and rips himself away, and then he curls his fingers around the waistband of my jeans. They’re tight jeans and they pull on my skin, but he rips them off, rolling them all the way to my feet. Then he bends his head, smiling, and kisses my mound right through the thin fabric of my panties before sliding his hands down my body and taking them off, too.

Thoughts of the fire at home creep into my head and clench my teeth together, willing the thoughts out.

“Please, Johnny. No games. Just fuck me.”

He climbs back over the bed, still dressed as he snakes his hand behind my head. His heavy body presses into my chest as he seals his lips against mine, kissing me with a frenzy that seems brand new. I’m lightheaded when he sweeps his tongue across my bottom lip.

“I fucking need you, too.”

The space between my legs clenches hard when he hisses in my ear, and then he rolls up the bottom of my shirt, sliding up my bra so that both of them act as a blindfold over my eyes. My gasp hits the air when his warm tongue suddenly licks across my nipple, making it contract. Then his mouth descends over it and he sucks hard. I can’t see him, so every movement he makes sends a shock to my pussy, as if his fingers pinched my clit.