Mafia Obsession

Alicia

Rick’s rough hands claw the back of my thighs, dangerously close to my soaking wet panties. The way he hauled me over his shoulder made me ache. He’s a true alpha male. The kind of

man who won’t take any shit from me. The sort of man I’ve dreamed about.

The anger burning in his eyes was as clear as day, but it was mixed with desire. The possessiveness of his touch as he slid his hands down my side makes me long for him more. I feel it deepen the more he claws at my thighs.

The way he threw me over his shoulder was as if I weighed nothing- sure, I’m small, but I’m no feather. My hands rest just above his perfect, taut buttocks. The temptation to touch them clawing at me, but I resist.

Rick Romano is so tempting, but I’m not stupid enough to underestimate how dangerous he is. He marches toward the Romano mansion, not saying a fucking word. The silence between us is tense.

Every muscle in my body quivers with a mix of excitement and fear. I know what I want to happen next, but this is the defining moment.

My escape was half-hearted. I knew I wouldn’t get far. It was the only way to get his attention and force him to see me. Five days he kept me locked in that bedroom without a word or whisper of what is going on.

Other than the asshole guards shoving food through the door and retreating before I can so much as ask one damn question, I’ve spoken to no one.

It’s driving me fucking nuts. I shift in Rick’s grip, trying to put up some resistance, despite the sheer power of his hold. “Put me the fuck down.” I beat my hand against his back. “I can walk.”

His fingertips dig harder into the back of my thighs, gripping me possessively. “No chance,” he grunts.

I clench my fists and punch his back harder, trying to get a rise out of him. “I was going out of my mind locked in that damn room. What the hell did you expect me to do?”

He says nothing in response. Instead, he marches through the front door of his house and straight up the grand staircase. Every step knocking the wind out of me. He is full of such rage and power that it makes me want him more, which is insane.

It is fucking mental that I want the man who is hauling me back into his mansion like a caveman. There’s no denying what I saw in his eyes the other day-desire. He wants me, even if he is resisting the attraction between us.

I’ve pushed him now. I know he will not be so gentle with me this time. “You can’t keep me locked in a room without telling me what’s going on for five days.”

He grunts like an animal in response. A shiver runs down my spine as he walks straight passed the door to the room I escaped earlier-the bedroom I’ve been held a captive in. I can’t deny the niggling sense of panic that I may have read this wrong.

Where the fuck is he taking me?

I writhe against him, but he holds me even tighter. He walks down another corridor and straight through a door at the end. I try to get a glimpse of where we are, but it’s difficult with him pinning me to his shoulder. “Are you going to let me down yet?”

He throws me onto a large, four-poster bed in the center of the room.

I swallow hard at the pure rage and emotion in his eyes. I keep my cool. “Where the hell am I?” I glance around the room. It’s large and not as nicely decorated as the room I’d been staying in, but It smells of him.

“It’s about time you were a taught a fucking lesson,” he growls.

A pulse of fear chases up my spine at his tone, coupled with something else. There’s a dark desire inside of me. I want to be taken by the man looming at the end of the bed. I want him to spank me and be my first.

Who knew I craved discipline like this?

“And you will be the one to do it, will you?” I ask, keeping my voice sarcastic.

He steps closer and then shifts to his knees at the end of the bed.

The thought of this man punishing me on his bed sends a shiver down my spine. I’d enjoy it far more than I should.

“I’ve warned you once, Alicia, do not push me.” His eyes flicker with desire.

I lick my bottom lip, keeping eye contact. “And, I’ve asked you once, or what?”

That is the last straw, as he launches himself at me. I gasp as he pins me to the bed with his weight. His eyes are frantic and lips inches from mine. His rough hands wrap around my wrists, forcing them above my head.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The pounding of my heart in my ears makes me anxious. I need to know what this man intends to do. As I gaze into his dark eyes, I recognize the warring conflict raging deep within.

After a few moments of silence tick past, I break it without thinking, “Is this all you’ve got?” I’m taunting a lion ready to pounce, and I can’t understand why.

He growls a low sound before capturing my lips. There had been a moment where I wondered if I’d read the signs wrong, but as his rough lips claim mine, my heart soars. Deep down, I’ve longed for this since I set eyes on him. I wanted to find out if he wants me as much as I want him.

The way his lips feel against mine is hard and dominating. I’m in heaven.

He forces his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. I love the way he swipes against my own frantically, sending electricity through my nerve endings.

His body weight pins me down to the mattress, forcing the thick, throbbing length of him between my thighs. I shiver with need and fear.

It’s the first time I’ve ever craved a man so much it almost hurts. The prospect of him taking my virginity is as intoxicating as it is scary.

Rick Romano is everything I’m attracted to. Powerful, dominating, muscle-bound, not to mention, a true alpha male. It’s ridiculous where my mind is at, considering he’s the man who kidnapped me from my home.

He pulls away and kisses my cheek, making me tingle all over. I gasp as his teeth nip at my pulse in my neck. The fire inside of me turns to a raging furnace of hot, untamable desire.

I let my fingers slide into his golden-brown hair, clawing him closer to me. A sudden fear that he may stop flooding my mind.

“I’m supposed to hurt you, scare you,” he mutters against my skin, letting his lips tease over it.

His words startle me to my senses for a second. “Why aren’t you hurting me?” I ask, intrigued why Rick Romano isn’t doing what he’s supposed to do.

He pins his bulging arms either side of me, holding my gaze. “I said I’m supposed to.” He shakes his head. “But I don’t want to. I can’t.”

For a moment, my heart thuds against my rib cage in anticipation. “Even after I tried to escape?”

“Even after you tried to escape,” he breathes, pressing his lips to mine and kissing me softer.

I whimper as he plants light kisses on my throat.

“I need you,” he whispers, letting his lips tease over the sensitive flesh below my ear. “They say you are your father’s princess, but I want you to be my queen. Mine.”

There’s something so intimate in his voice. A promise caressing my skin, turning me to jelly. I dig my fingers into the silk bedsheets below me, trying to ground myself.

His hands move down my sides, and he claws at my hips, making me moan. There is a raging fire burning in his eyes as he straightens, staring down at me like a hunter watching its prey. “I want to tie you to this bed naked and never let you go,” he breathes.

A flutter ignites in my tummy at the thought, as he bend down and trails hot kisses down my neck and exposed cleavage. When I got ready this morning, intending to escape, I picked this dress for him.

He groans against my skin, tearing at my dress. I gasp as he rips the fabric in two, right down the middle. His eyes roaming me with such intensity. “Fucking gorgeous,” he says, letting his hand tease over my throat.

He yanks his shirt off, chucking it onto the floor. My heart rate picks up, seeing him in all his hard, muscular glory.

He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes gently, forcing me to arch my back. It makes me hot in a way I’ve never been before. A puddle pools between my thighs, soaking my panties right through.

“Do you like this?” He squeezes my throat tighter.

I let my tongue dart out over my too dry lips, nodding my head. “Answer me, princess.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip before answering, “Yes, I like it.” There’s a pause filled with pure electric lust as we stare at each other.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I ask, my voice shaking at the end.

His cock pulses and twitches in his pants against my lower abdomen, making me long for him to fill me. A beautiful half-smile curves the edges of his lips. It is a smile I want to see again and again. He didn’t smile during our first two encounters.

“Do you want me to?” he asks.

I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, knowing I do. It is crazy that I’d want a man who kidnapped me to take my innocence. “Yes… But I don’t know what to do.” The blazing heat in my cheeks spreads through my body. It’s so embarrassing telling this man I’m a virgin.

His eyes darken. “What do you mean?”

The heat only blazes more fiercely over my body. I’m so ashamed that I’m a virgin at twenty years old. “I’m a virgin.”

He growls a low, animalistic sound, before descending on me. His lips move against mine hard and unforgiving, slipping his tongue into my mouth and exploring it with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.

He parts from me, panting. “Do you want me to stop?”

I’m needy and desperate to be closer to him. “I need you,” I breathe.

He strikes like a beast unleashed. He rips my panties off as if they’re made of nothing more than paper. I watch him as his eyes darken before he unhooks my bra.

My cheeks heat as he frees my breasts and hard nipples to his hungry gaze. He is a man possessed as he lavishes all his attention on my puckered nipples, sucking and licking at my sensitive flesh.

The sensation is so hot, so needy. I can hardly register that a man like him is doing this to me, making me feel this way. I let my head fall back as he licks each one slowly, turning me to a molten pool of lava on his bed. “Fuck,” I gasp, lacing my fingers through his golden hair.

His dark eyes find me in warning as he likes to be in control. He pulls away and gets to his feet, making my stomach dip. I watch him disappear from the bedroom, followed by a rustling in the room he entered.

He returns, holding leather restraints in his hands, making my heart still in my chest. My stomach tightens at the thought of him restraining me with them.

“It’s about time I taught you a real lesson, princess,” he groans, crawling back onto the bed toward me.

I can’t help but admire the dark tattoos trailing up his left arm, and the way his muscles bulge and flex as he moves. He keeps eye contact, forcing me to lie down with a stare. It is crazy how he doesn’t even need to tell me what he wants me to do-I just know.

He clamps the restraints to the railings of the bed, before grabbing my wrist and forcing them into the cuffs. I shiver, as he captures my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Relax, baby.” He shifts to the other wrist, doing the same. “I will make you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”

He nips at the lobe of my ear, before whispering. “If you need me to stop, tell me.”

I can’t imagine myself uttering that word to this man, but I nod in response. I watch as he moves back onto his haunches, grabbing his belt. He undoes it, and I’m shaking with the anticipation of seeing all of him. With a little shifting, he frees himself of his pants, chucking them on the floor.

All he has on now is a tight pair of boxer briefs molded to the enormous, thick outline of him. It leaves little to the imagination, and the ache inside of me deepens. The size of him makes sense considering he’s a beast of a man, large in every single way.

His eyes are fiery as he hooks a finger into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down teasingly slow. His hard, throbbing length bobs out of his pants, slapping against his abs. My heartbeat speeds up as he is the first man I’ve ever seen naked. It’s larger than anything I’ve ever even fantasized about, pearly liquid dripping from the thick, swollen head.

I lick my lips, wishing I could worship every inch of his body with my mouth and hands. The restraints make that an impossibility. I’ve seen nothing as beautiful as the naked man standing in front of me.

The heat spreading through my body is setting me on fire. I squirm with need, trying to open my thighs wider. Even though I don’t know this man well, my body craves him, longs for him.

The tight restraints hold me still. I desperately want to get closer to the God of a man in front of me.

“Don’t move,” he commands, sending a shiver down my spine.

An involuntary whimper escapes me. There’s only one way this is going. He will take my virginity, and I want him to. No matter how messed up that is, I don’t care.