Marrying the Mob Prince

INDIE

I never imagined I’d do this.

I never saw myself sitting on Knox’s lap on another man’s orders. Especially Cainan’s. My wildest fantasies would never have put those two together. They were like a couple of Rottweilers facing off. The mood could snap a piano wire. Heat flooded my cheeks as I glanced at Cainan.

He stood beside Knox and to the left, his powerful frame unyielding. Cainan was like black smoke. You didn’t just see him. You felt him invade your lungs and constrict your blood vessels. Some men stole the light in the room, like Knox. Cainan overwhelmed it. He ruined people to appease the hole inside him, and he didn’t even try to hide his callousness.

I lowered my gaze, unable to stomach the cruel twist of his mouth. I stood, my tongue parched with the weight of their eyes on me. I stepped between Knox’s legs. My backside landed on his thighs. As his palms claimed my thighs, my nipples tingled.

Knox examined his nails in the leather wingback chair, but the feigned boredom didn’t fool me. He was living his worst nightmare.

Cainan sipped his whiskey, ice clinking in his glass. “Behaving so well. Knox trained you, but you obviously need a tighter leash.”

Knox’s lip twitched. “I’ll kill you.”

“For what, getting you laid? Indie, straddle him. Put your arms around him-there you go.”

I did as he instructed, sliding my calves on either side of Knox. I gripped his shoulders, holding in my breath. His closeness comforted me.

Knox spoke in a low voice. “This isn’t how I pictured our first time.”

I smiled at his valiant attempt to make me feel better, my heart banging. I swallowed tightly. “I also saw it differently.”

In my dreams, Knox took me to his place after a night of dancing. He ordered me to kiss him and made me beg for more before he pushed me onto the bed and fucked me. I expected dominance, not this three-way submission. But it would probably be worse for Knox than it would for me. I needed to be strong.

Speaking in the same low voice, I whispered, “When we’re home, we’ll have a do-over.”

“We shouldn’t have to.”

Knox’s frosty glare hinted that he resented the situation, but the sangfroid in his tone alarmed me. It was utterly devoid of emotion. Disturbing.

“I’ll find out where you live,” he told Cainan calmly. “I’ll lay waste to your family. Your colleagues. Everybody you’ve ever known will suffer. You’ll regret this.”

“Indie, shut him up.”

Desperate to diffuse the tension, I obeyed. I seized Knox’s shirt by its collar and slammed my mouth into his. It was like kissing hot marble. His lips refused to move.

Cainan’s barb shot out. “Would you like me to take over?”

That seemed to goad him into action. Knox fisted my hair and ravished me. He sucked on my lower lip, stifling my moans with his burning kisses. He marked my neck with his teeth. He nipped down, stopping just before my breasts. His touch sailed up my thigh and kneaded my ass. Then Knox came to his senses and broke the kiss.

He released me and dragged his nails into the leather. “Fuck you, Cainan!”

“Upset because your girlfriend listens to my orders and not yours?” Cainan’s stare impaled me, and a thrill of anticipation touched my nipples. “Perhaps she needs a new master.”

“Touch her, and I’ll break your fucking jaw!”

I rubbed his chest, heart pounding. “Knox, he’s baiting you.”

A grin overtook Cainan’s malevolent features. “Stroke his cock.”

I hesitated.

Knox growled. The commands clearly goaded at his endurance. Veins stood out from his forehead and his skin whitened.

Cainan’s brow rose. “I gave you an order.”

I swallowed hard. “He doesn’t want me right now.”

“Trust me, he does,” Cainan drawled, pulling an ankle over his thigh. “He’s mad at me for taking control, but he definitely wants you. Go on, Indie.”

I met Knox’s gaze.

He nodded, his face marked with loathing.

I took his knee. He was tense, his muscles knotted into a rock. His hand flew over mine, but he didn’t stop me when I glided up his thigh. I fondled the bulge in his pants.

“Be a gentleman, Knox,” Cainan chastised. “Return the favor.”

Knox released a low hiss as I stroked the long, erect outline. Then he groped between my legs, his tiger-slanted eyes narrowing when his fingers slid into the river of my arousal.

I was wet because of him, his presence. That alone hurled me into a heightened state of lust. Every touch. Every whisper. Each one sent spirals of ecstasy through me. His arousal made me eager to grind my pussy on him.

“Take him out. You can’t expect the man to get hard like that.” Cainan’s smirk flashed across his pale skin. “Stroke him. Nice and slow.”

Lifting my hips, I undid the button on his jeans, unzipped him, and pulled out his cock. His heavy erection sprang upright. My fingers curled around the dense column, sliding up and down as Knox tried his best to appear composed-a battle he was losing. He closed his eyes. Inhaled deep breaths. His mouth twitched as I teased the base of him. He let out the minutest sigh.

Heat flooded me everywhere, sparks erupting into flame as he brushed my shoulder. A firm hand gathered my hair into a ponytail. Not Knox’s hand. Cainan’s. Confusion clouded my mind as Cainan wrapped my neck with an unyielding fabric. Knox’s thick finger sank into me. I squeezed him, lightheaded from the combined pleasure of Knox’s finger inside me and Cainan teasing the sensitive skin of my throat. He fitted the strap through the loops and tied the buckle, then tested the tightness of the collar.

Knox growled. “Back off.”

Cainan stepped away and retook his spot in the chair. “Get off Knox and crawl to me.”

The order sparked a flare in Knox. His gritted teeth told me he was barely tethered to the floor, which sent a dark thrill down my spine. I’d never seen him so…volatile.

I stared at Cainan, speechless. Desperation clawed at my throat. This would set Knox off, and Cainan knew that, so why was he doing it? I couldn’t get on my hands and knees in front of him. The act was too intimate. It felt like I was being unfaithful to Knox.

“Do it, Indie.” Cainan’s impatience sliced through my nerves. “Or I’ll be forced to break my promise to your master.”

Shame bit my cheeks. “I can’t do this to Knox.”

“Mr. Knox,” Cainan corrected. “And you’ll address me as Sir.”

Knox tapped my thigh. “Do it.”

Swallowing hard, I slipped from his lap and crawled over the hardwood floors, focusing on the grain of the wood instead of Cainan’s unnerving stare. My breathing hitched as I reached Cainan’s feet. I burned with the humiliation of two dominants observing me in this state. I was exposed, my ass and glistening pussy on display for Knox while Cainan had a view of my breasts and naked back.

“Well done,” Cainan purred, my stomach clenching at his praise. “Now look at me.”

My gaze traveled over his leather shoes, the slacks hugging his athletic frame, the loosened white shirt, to the savage cruelty hardening his princely features. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because it pleases me immensely, Indie. There’s no greater thrill than watching you debase yourself on my orders.”

I didn’t want to notice the erection straining his pants, but the massive shadow tenting his slacks couldn’t help but draw my attention. Jesus Christ. At least he wasn’t touching himself.

“I think part of you enjoys that, Indie. You like being the plaything of powerful men. You just have a difficult time admitting it. I can practically taste your dripping cunt.”

I shuddered, shaking my head.

“Not ready to face that, are we?” He grabbed a lumbar pillow tucked behind him and tossed it on the floor. “Straddle it. Ride it. Touch yourself. Do whatever it takes. I want your pussy grinding it until you come, understood?”

Burning, I straddled the cushion. Heat from Cainan’s body still clung to the fabric. I blushed as it stroked my bare pussy. I rocked my hips, the pressure almost too much. I let out a low moan, picturing myself on Knox’s lap. Through a mirror on the wall, I watched him.

Knox sat up in his chair. His eyes seemed locked on my ass. I flushed, but held our gaze. Shame blistered my neck as I ground into the pillow.

“Indie, you owe me an orgasm.”

I made small circles on my clit, unlocking a swell of desire. My hand explored the soft lines of my body as I played with myself. I cupped my breast, imagining Knox’s tongue exploring my nipple. Warmth bloomed inward, the sensation fiery as I fisted the pillow with one hand, abandoning all restraint.

Among the wild ecstasy burned a deep humiliation. This was obscene. A shudder followed my pleasure, but Knox’s thrilling stare drowned out the humiliation. I wasn’t myself. I didn’t care that both men watched me degrade myself. That there would be a video of me acting like a mindless slut.

I needed to come.

Cainan smiled lazily, like a cat stretched out in the sun. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, Sir. I-I need more.”

“No. This is all you’ll get until you come. And then maybe you’ll get to take Knox’s dick in your mouth. Would you like that, Indie?”

I sank my fingers into the cushion and moaned. I chased my orgasm. I pressed into the pillow and rubbed hard, crying out as I felt the first spasm. Shudders radiated through me, quaking my thighs as I rode the wave of bliss. I kept grinding my clit, soaring higher and higher, exploding with all my tangled feelings about Knox. My head bowed after I stopped moving, the strength siphoning from my limbs.

Cainan averted his gaze to Knox. “She’s a good girl. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes,” Knox hissed. “For the most part.”

“Think she deserves to suck your cock? Or should I make her do something else?”

Knox said nothing for a few moments, the silence only broken by my heavy gasps. Then he spoke in a hoarse voice.

“I want her mouth.”

Cainan bent to my side and snapped a leash onto my collar. He gave it a tug.

My limbs shaking, I followed the pressure and crawled to Knox. I stayed on the floor, emotionally depleted.

Cainan handed possession to Knox, who balled the leather in his fist. He shoved down his pants. His cock stabbed the air.

I kissed the aching head, breathing him in. His musky scent steadied me. I clenched my thighs, desperate to soothe myself. A tantalizing bead of moisture rolled down his shaft.

I licked it off.

Knox’s tight grip forced me to bow. Then his head teased my lips open. He slid over my tongue. I could barely close my mouth around his hardness. I swirled around him, sucking the sides of him as I moved toward his base.

“I like your enthusiasm. I’m sure Knox appreciates it, too,” Cainan murmured, the encouragement teasing my nipples. “Pay attention to his balls.”

Feeling like a depraved whore, I obeyed. I angled his cock aside and fondled the dark sac with my mouth. I suckled the delicate skin. It contracted. Knox moaned, his hand threading in my hair.

“Suck the base of his cock,” Cainan instructed. “That’s it. What a compliant little slut. Is there anything you won’t do?”

My cheeks burned. “I guess not.”

“Look at Knox and tell him that.”

I met Knox’s feverish gaze. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”

Knox blew out a tense breath. “Fuck.”

“Keep sucking,” Cainan ordered.

I obeyed. Knox let out an unbidden sound as he sank inside me. I took him in deeper at Cainan’s urging. I glided up and down, suckling his tip. He made a fist in my hair. Then his hips chased my movements in slow thrusts.

“You see, Knox? Inside every woman is a whore ready to be lured out.” Cainan’s baritone cut through Knox’s keening moans. “That’s not good enough, Indie. Take him all the way. Yes. Like that.”

I tried. His mammoth-sized girth blocked my airway, but I kept fighting for another inch. Knox eventually released the most delicious groan. Then he pulled out. Air flooded my lungs as he let go of the leash.

“Get on the bed.”

The order blasted from Cainan’s throat. I obeyed, my hands clenched until nails bit my palm.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Knox had ripped off his shirt, and his jeans were below his knees. He stood, facing the wall, his back muscles heaving. He rubbed his face and muttered to himself, as if locked in a fierce internal battle. He began to pace, his fingers digging into his hair.

Cainan strolled to the foot of the bed. He lounged on the post, his finger stroking the sheets near my ankle, not quite touching me.

“What are you waiting for?”

The taunt seemed to galvanize Knox. Veins bulged from his neck as he bellowed, “Stay away from her!”

“I am.” Cainan jerked his head toward me. “She’s ready for you.”

“I’m not doing this!”

“Why not?” said Cainan, sounding infuriatingly reasonable next to Knox’s unhinged yell. “I’ve watched you do the same to countless girls at Sanctum. You like dominating women. Owning them. So do it. Take what’s yours.”

“I can’t. I’m not in control-”

“Good,” Cainan hissed in an undertone. “If you want to fight these people, you need to unleash the animal within.”

Knox clenched and unclenched his hands. His tormented gaze found me, and then something changed. He staggered forward as though hypnotized. His pupils, already dilated, grew into swells of black.

Watching him fall apart sounded a primitive warning in my brain. He was the Tyrant-ruthless, controlled, and powerful. Perhaps he became that way for another reason. Maybe his controlling behavior wasn’t about soothing an unhealed wound. Maybe he needed it to keep the demons that fought for possession of his soul in check.

And I’d just unleashed them.

I wanted to help him.

But it was too late.