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Captured: A Dark Mafia Romance by Piper Stone – Extended Preview

Emily

“I don’t want to discipline you, but I will if necessary. You can make your stay here one of sheer joy or utter agony. Now, I’d prefer partaking in the pleasure of pleasing you, but I also enjoy inflicting pain. That’s something you’ll come to understand. As for now, I’m simply going to spank you like the bad little girl you are.” His jaw was clenched, the coldness in his demeanor and his touch enough to create a series of shivers.

“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.” The lump in my throat grew in size, no longer just a golf ball but an orange. I wondered when it would become a grapefruit.

As the smile returned to his face, as I’d seen before, he lit the room with spark and fire, his desire for me even more evident than it had been. He rolled the rough pad of his finger down the bridge of my nose.

“I have no intention of killing you.” I was certain he was going to force me to suck his cock. Instead, he pulled me to my feet, taking a deep breath.

“Why not? Isn’t that what bastards like you do for fun?” It was as if I’d insulted his manhood, his expression souring.

“Now, unless you’d like to experience a harsh punishment, I suggest you stop your antics right now.” He shoved his thumb against my pursed lips, expecting me to open my mouth.

Fuck him.

“Suck my finger, little angel. Show me what a good girl you can be.” Everything about him was darker, angrier. Unhinged. “Do it!”

I shivered violently as his voice deepened. But I opened my mouth, fighting tears as he forced me to suck on his thumb. The taste was of butter and whiskey, pine and something else. I struggled to keep the tears from flowing, hating myself for losing control. He pushed it in and out, finger fucking my mouth while he carried a look of utter amusement. Why was this strangely arousing?

The man commanded power as well as the surrender of anyone he considered inferior. He was also the kind of man that would catch every woman’s attention when he walked into a room. His scar didn’t matter. It added to his sexy and dangerous appeal. There was also something about his arrogance and state of confidence that was as attractive as his chiseled jaw and muscular body.

The man vibrated with malevolent energy, the electricity crackling like the storms when he’d visited me. He was enjoying breaking me a little bit at a time, making me think I was losing my mind. I was incensed, furious. Yet aroused. The combination was horrific.

It hit me that the man was a hired killer, a highly skilled assassin. I’d paid attention to my father’s ruthless world, overhearing countless conversations even when I hadn’t wanted to. I doubted Talon had lied about that, but his power came from something other than contract kills. He knew too much about my father. And about me. Who was he really and why had he been driven into my life?

“That’s a good girl. I will so enjoy you sucking my cock.”

I couldn’t help myself, biting down with enough ferocity he yelped, yanking his arm away and acting as if he was going to backhand me.

I stood in defiance, daring him to do so.

When he cupped my face instead, I had a feeling he would break my neck. But he didn’t, stroking me lovingly instead.

“So we’re able to enjoy the rest of our evening, my sweet angel, I feel the need to get your punishment over with. Remove your dress and lean over my desk while I find the perfect implement to help you remember not to cross me.”

There was no way I was going to stand for this. He said we were on an island but I wasn’t certain I could believe him. I had to try one more time to get out of his clutches. But as soon as I lunged toward the door, he grabbed my arm within a split second, spinning me around and clamping his fingers around my throat.

He pushed his thumb under my chin, the action immediately creating a wave of suffocation. His nostrils were flared, his entire body tense and I stared at him, as if I was witnessing the unraveling of a man in total control to one of complete and utter madness. I was certain he was going to start frothing at the mouth.

His entire body was shaking, his face red from the level of rage. I sensed he was struggling to gain control, but it only took a few seconds before the knowing smile returned. He squeezed my neck, lowering his head until his words were said in a whisper. “Why do you continue to push my buttons, Emily? Do you really think you’re going to accomplish anything worthwhile?”

I couldn’t answer, the moment of suffocation continuing. He pulled me onto my toes, shaking me slightly. As if a reminder I was a ragdoll or a toy to be played with and kept in a special locked box.

When he let off the pressure, I was able to shake my head. As he’d done before, he kissed me on the forehead. “Good girl. We’ll call what just happened a misunderstanding and nothing more. Now, remove your dress or I’ll be forced to. And you really don’t want me to do that.”

He rubbed my lips with his thumb before backing away. I watched as he walked toward the cabinet, taking a deep breath before he opened the two doors.

“You said you needed to protect me. Who wants me dead?”

“I already told you. Some men your father wronged.”

“That could be anyone.”

He laughed. “That’s very true. Your father is a reprehensible man.”

“Not as much as some men. You killed people I cared about.”

“And you don’t think your father has done that as well?”

“Of course not!” But I knew better. “At least not directly.”

“Very good, sweet angel. Your father is really no different than I am, but he hides behind his acts while I choose to embrace the darkness I was taught at a young age.”

I remained tense as I walked to his desk. I wasn’t getting out of the harsh punishment. Yet my fingers were shaking as much as the rest of me. “My father is entirely different. He’s a…”

“Were you going to say a good man? I don’t think so. He’s swindled millions of dollars from clients, extorted from others. And he’d used blackmail to get what he wants dozens of times. And I’m fully aware he’s done other despicable things.”

The horrible man was doing everything in his power to discredit my father. “Just stop. Just stop it. I can’t take any more of your lies.” I ripped the dress over my head, allowing the anger furrowing inside of me to breach the surface. Why was I pushing so hard? I knew the score with my dad better than anyone. Because that’s the way my mother had raised me.

I stood where I was, folding one arm over my breasts, fanning my fingers in front of my smooth pussy. I’d never felt so helpless or vulnerable in my life.

“You know I’m not lying. Lie across my desk and grip the other side.”

“Why did someone want me dead?” I did as he asked, trembling in time to his footsteps as he walked closer.

“To have your father pay the ultimate price.”

Now, I laughed. “I don’t think my father would have cared very much.”

He stopped his movements altogether. “Why would you say that? I’m certain your father loves you very much.”

“No, I’m pretty certain he doesn’t.”

My statement didn’t surprise him in the least. It was a few seconds before he started walking again, finally moving behind me. When he leaned over, he placed the implement he’d selected inches away from my face. Oh, my God. A cane? He was kidding me. Wasn’t he?

“Understood, my angel. As I said to you before. You’re safe with me and now have a very happy home.”

The man wasn’t just deranged. He was psychotic in every way. As he rubbed the slender piece of blonde wood down my spine, I clawed the underside of his desk, wanting to smash the thick glass into thousands of pieces, and use them to gouge out his eyeballs. I’d find a way to do that one day.

He slipped the thin reed into the crack of my ass before tapping it on my bottom not once but twice. “This should prove an effective measure of your obedience.”

It was as if everything coming from his mouth was structured, practiced. For all the passion he exuded, he was also rigid, and the combination was very strange. I was contemplating why I was thinking that when the first cracks were issued across both sides of my bottom three times in rapid succession. I jerked up, slamming my hands into the glass surface so hard they ached.

He pressed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me down firmly. “It will hurt, Emily, but that will do you some good.”

“In whose world?”

“You’re so adorable. In mine of course, which is now yours as well.”

“You really are a son of a bitch.”

My nasty comment was met with a volley of brutal strikes against my bottom, the man’s perfect timing as if counting off beats like a metronome. I was stunned into disbelief, remembering the vivid dream from weeks before.

Or had it been?

Maybe he was truly supernatural, his abilities and darkness transcending time and space.

I fisted my hands. There was no chance of making sense of what was happening any more than I could with a dream that I’d endured.

“Just stay in position, my angel. I don’t think you want me to start over again.”

With my eyes clenched shut, I held my breath, the agony biting. I’d never felt anything so painful in my entire life, but I refused to cry out. Nope. He wasn’t getting any satisfaction from me.

The spanking was long and arduous, the man humming as he brought the cane down time and time again. I lost count of just how many strokes he gave me, my mind blown by the fact I was here, voluntarily lying across his desk. My breath was so hot it developed a layer of steam on the surface and for some reason, the sight of it made me laugh.

He stopped what he was doing, sliding the cane between my legs. “You’re wet for me.”

“I don’t think so.”

As if to prove me wrong, he shifted the implement past my pussy lips, rubbing up and down. The sensations were electrifying, so much so it was impossible to keep from reacting, the scattered moan slipping past my lips telling the tale of my full arousal.

“Your pussy lips are glistening. My hungry little baby. Don’t worry. Soon you’ll have everything you crave.” He continued rubbing me, driving me crazy with his actions.

I couldn’t seem to stop panting, the rushing desire more intense than it had been the night in my room. I raked my nails down the glass surface, fighting the urge to retaliate.

Yet when he slipped his fingers deep inside my tight channel, the ragged moan I issued was met with a deep, penetrating exhale.

“Yes, it will be a delicious joy to fuck you all over again. Are you ready, my angel? Are you prepared for the next phase of your life?”

“What does that mean? What happens now?”

“Now, I’m going to fuck you.”

Styx

Women were like fine wine, meant to be savored, the rich taste explored and paid attention to. However, I wasn’t a patient man under any circumstances. When I wanted something, I never waited. I hadn’t needed to since taking my life back from my father. I was rich, powerful, and had more than three dozen employees at my beck and call if needed. The sky was the limit.

If those not under my employ didn’t comply without hesitation, I simply took something precious from them until they realized thwarting my needs wasn’t in their best interest.

That meant I was a merciless, cruel, and always dangerous man.

But with my sweet virtuoso, I wanted to take my time. She was beautiful, her skin flawless, her eyes constantly piercing mine as if searching for a soul that didn’t exist. That had been stripped from me as a child. I could remember a few of the wondrous moments when I thought life was amazing, every act of nature and every animal something I wanted to explore. Then I was forced to realize that almost all pretty things left or hurt, including Mother Nature.

That’s why keeping my sweet little sparrow in a gilded cage was important. If she flew away, I would be devastated. She had no understanding of the dangers of our world. I’d hunt her down no matter who came to her assistance or how far she ran.

Then things would get ugly. Savagery. I didn’t want that for her. For us. She was far too special, too innocent and fragile. I was determined to take care of her in every way.

That started tonight.

Fucking her wasn’t an option. She needed to learn that it was useless to fight. I owned her, my most dazzling possession, the finest work of art in my collection. I allowed myself a full two minutes of continued exploration, tracing the voluptuous curves of her body, allowing the tip of my index finger to slide down her knotted spine. Everything about her was perfection from her scrumptious mouth perfect for fucking and her rounded hips and full buttocks, to her breasts that fit in my hands as if made for me alone.

Her nipples were a deep shade of rose, elongated by a desire she hated herself for experiencing. The fact she’d shaved for me, for her master wasn’t lost on me. Her shorn pussy allowed her nether lips to glisten in the moonlight. Yes, God had created the alluring Eve, only centuries later than told in various stories.

A smirk crossed my face as I brushed two fingers down the crack of her ass. Taking her tight asshole would be an utter gift from the beautiful woman. But I would wait until the end, until after I’d tasted every inch of her. I squeezed her welted and heated bottom with one hand until she moaned, undulating on my desk.

With my other hand, I thrust four fingers into her tight channel, instantly closing my eyes as a rush of adrenaline and raging desire coursed through me like rocket fuel. I couldn’t remember a single woman in my life that I’d had this kind of powerful reaction to. There was no doubt Emily had been created for me, waiting for me. And I would show her how good my filthy acts could make her feel.

Now that she belonged to a brutal man, she’d surrender in every way. Time and time again. The thought brought a series of vivid and filthy images into my mind. Shackling her, fucking her outside, watching as she writhed in the mud, crawling toward me, her breasts bouncing as she did. Studying her sweet face as she opened her mouth wide to suck on my cock and balls until I spewed cum down the back of her throat.

Or all over her luscious body.

Dear God, my balls were rock hard, my shaft throbbing from the kind of need that couldn’t be denied but for so long. Yet, I had to admit that I was enjoying my kind of foreplay, plunging my fingers deep inside. She was so wet and hot, her juice likely staining my desk. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Every sound she made, strangled or otherwise electrified the moment, awakening the sleeping beast. Usually that wasn’t a good thing for anyone, the heinous thing living inside of me needing blood to survive, but this was entirely different. Perhaps she was the single entity that had the capability of soothing the savage.

We would see.

I pumped hard and fast as she writhed, digging her perfectly manicured nails into the exotic wood of my desk. I wanted those same fingernails to create divots in my back, adding to the number of scars on my body. I needed her to cry out my name in the throes of passion while I fucked her like a wild animal.

Dear God, I wanted to breed her, creating a dozen amazing, virtuoso children that would eventually take over the world. That’s exactly what I would do. And they’d all answer to me.

I was a sick man, but that no longer mattered. I was intoxicated not only by the scent of her desire and lingering perfume, but also the hint of sex we’d already engaged in and the raging fragrance of my own testosterone. And it was an incredible feeling, as if I was the exalted one, the most powerful being on earth.

With every thrust of my fingers, her moans became louder, her body shifting back and forth. Her skin glistened in the dim lighting, her heart beating as rapidly as mine. She even tossed her head back and forth for me, maybe doing nothing more than teasing me.

Chuckling darkly, I planted my other hand on the side of her, leaning over until I was able to nip her earlobe, whispering in my harsh voice promises of things to come. “I can’t wait to be inside of you all over again, filling you. Fucking you. Using every inch of you. But you will never taunt me. You belong to me.” With that, I jammed my thumb into her tight asshole, plunging with enough force she cried out.

But her body accepted the invasion, her breath skipping as she purred, her body twisting.

“Good girl. Come for me. Come on my fingers.” My command was not to be denied and I was certain she knew that.

Without seconds, the sweet reward of her release was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I was the one throwing back my head, roaring to the heavens above. I’d found my perfect woman, the woman who would keep me sane.

And I would enjoy feasting on her for hours.

I continued pumping deep inside her, curling the tips of my flexed fingers until one climax slammed into another and my sweet Emily pushed up from the desk, panting like the animal I was turning her into. I so adored the way her long eyelashes skimmed across her shimmering cheeks, the way her mouth pursed as ecstasy rolled through her.

And I loved that she was accepting the moment while still clinging to the girl she’d once been. I’d yet to break her. That would take time, something that I would enjoy immensely.

Only when the moment of sheer rapture began to fade did I remove my fingers, wrapping one hand around her hair and lifting her head. “Open your tight little mouth, my sweet Emily.”

She kept her lips pursed and I twisted my hand until she cried out in slight pain. “No. Stop.”

“Then do as I tell you.”

Her lips were quivering but she finally obeyed, allowing me to slip my fingers into her mouth while I rubbed her.

“Good girl. See? Isn’t that better? I will give you all the pleasure you hunger for but only if you’re a very good angel. Just like I know you can be. Now, suck on my fingers. See how sweet you taste? See how your body reacts to the only man who will ever touch you again?”

I wasn’t surprised to see a single tear slipping from the eye I could see, falling ever so slowly toward the wooden surface of my desk. But not before sliding precariously across her chiseled nose. I salivated even more, longing to lick away her tears.

There would be plenty of time for that, the agony she’d likely endure given her rebellious nature something I would also take pleasure in.

I was such a beast.

A smile crossed my face all over again as she used her strong jaw muscles to suck, her delicate tongue swirling back and forth.

“Perfect. Very nice.” Even tangling my fingers in her silky strands was something I hadn’t enjoyed before. She was without a doubt meant for me and me alone, and I would protect her with my life.

When I was satisfied she’d licked my fingers clean, I raked them down her spine once again.

Now I would take her like a normal man.

As if that was possible.

I eased her from the desk, holding her tightly against my chest, nuzzling my face into the nape of her neck. I was painted with her scent. Soon she would be painted with mine.

When I gathered her into my arms, she didn’t fight me but the venom in her eyes was incredible, so much so I could read her thoughts.

Perhaps we’d go on a hunt at some point, adding elements of primal play to our repertoire.

But not tonight.

I had too many other needs that required being fulfilled.

Emily

The monster was completely insane.

There was no other answer for the possessiveness he’d shown, or the way he acted as if it was his God-given right to abduct me from my family and my friends, keeping me locked away on some fucking private island. Where the hell were we?

I was horrified from being in his arms, the crazed look in his eyes. But even worse was the fact my body had responded to the pleasure he’d forced on me.

Just like it had the night he’d stolen into my room, taking what had been left of my virtue. The only saving grace, if there was one, was that I hadn’t been a virgin. I’d kept that for myself. Jesus. My thoughts were as crazy as my body seemed uncontrollable around him. The bastard had just given me a harsh spanking followed by the most exciting and powerful orgasm of my life and I couldn’t demand that my own mind and every cell in my body shut down, not giving this bastard a moment of satisfaction.

Talon stared down at me lovingly and I had to admit, even with the scar blemishing his face, he was without a doubt the most handsome man I’d ever met. Met. What was I talking about? I hadn’t met him. His assassin’s name was Talon, not his real name. I had no clue who he was except that he was rich and powerful.

And very dangerous.

He carried me up the stairs as if this was our wedding night and we were two lovers excited to be together. I sensed he wanted my full compliance and God help me, I would try to give it to him. Only then could I gain his trust enough to find a way off this fucking island.

And I would find a way no matter what it took me or what I needed to do.

Every step he took was methodical, as if he was counting them off. I almost gathered a sense he was truly damaged inside.

I had a horrible feeling it was a brutality in his past that had made him this way. I did what I could to keep tears from falling but it was impossible. I was sick inside, so terrified that I couldn’t breathe. And the bastard continued smiling down at me as if he’d won a fabulous prize and nothing more.

Who was this fucking man? Why had he taken me? Why had he developed such an intense fixation on a girl who he’d never met? Could I dare believe him that someone had hired him to kill me? Nothing made any sense. I was flustered and couldn’t stop shaking, still tingling from the sweep of white-hot heat. Still sick inside from fear about what he had planned.

He kicked open the partially closed bedroom door, taking a few seconds to turn on a single very dull light. But at least that allowed me to gather a clearer look at my surroundings. I didn’t see bars on the windows but that didn’t mean there wasn’t some razor wire located on the ledges. I almost laughed at the thought. No one could get on or off this island without his knowledge.

God help me.

Those words weren’t enough. For wanting anything to do with this man, I was certain to be forsaken.

Talon tossed me in the middle of the bed as if I weighed nothing, taking a full five seconds to stare down at me, possibly daring me to defy him. Of course I wanted to. I wanted to find a sharp knife and drive it into his repulsive brain, but I wasn’t stupid. I had to bide my time, to learn the lay of the land, as my horrible, dominating father would say.

I wondered if he’d returned from his trip, finding a bloodbath in his backyard, a missing daughter. Would he care? That was the question that would haunt me for however long I was kept as a prisoner.

He backed away into the shadows, slowly and provocatively removing his clothes. He was far enough away from the bedroom door that I knew I could make a run for it. But what was the point? He’d simply hunt me like he’d done before, laughing at me for making the attempt. I glanced around the room, noticing almost immediately the frustrating smirk crossing his handsome face.

I could swear the man was able to read my mind.

There was no rhyme or reason to the way he managed to capture my attention, drawing my gaze toward him as he removed his clothing. As with everything else I’d witnessed with the brutal savage, he was deliberate in his actions, folding his trousers and shirt, placing them just so on the dresser.

When he was finished, he took a deep breath, holding it in his carved chest before rolling his palms down his abdomen to his thighs, his nostrils flaring. There was a significant difference between this man and the couple of boys I’d been with, a confidence level that was far too attractive. I was lost for at least a few seconds in his sculpted beauty, some crazed God providing him with a body built for sin.

What in the hell was I thinking? It was crazy, my mind obviously fucked up from the drug. Yet the ache, the deep throbbing shifting from my pussy to my already heated core was incredible. I was tingling to the point I was fearful of combusting. I wanted to laugh and scream, to cry and beg, but I had a feeling that would only fuel the powerful bastard even more.

My eyes trailed his actions as he slipped his hand between his legs, wrapping his long and rough fingers around the thickness of his cock. There were far too many things about the brute that mesmerized me, my breath skipping as I watched the rough way he handled his shaft. Why did I have the feeling he couldn’t get off without experiencing pain?

And why did I know as if by instinct that he’d enjoy inflicting the same kind of anguish on my body? My mouth was dry, my throat tight but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was enigmatic, as if nothing more than a dream.

Or a nightmare.

He stroked and pumped, his chest heaving and not once did he blink. I had no idea how long his version of a dance of seduction lasted but when he advanced, another trickle of fear coursed through me.

The not-so-subtle look that remained on his face was as terrifying as the man, yet I was enthralled by the dangerous smirk. The brutal savage would no doubt devour me inch by inch, making good on his promises.

I backed away, crawling on my hands and knees until my butt hit the headboard.

He merely grinned like a lunatic, acting as if I’d done nothing but amuse him.

“You already know there is nowhere to run, my little virtuoso.”

His dark and gruff words kept the tingling sensations shifting from one muscle to another. The term disgusted me. I was only going to be allowed to play for him.

“Leave me alone,” I whispered, no longer recognizing my voice.

He narrowed his eyes, half laughing as he’d done so many times at my expense. “You know I can’t and won’t do that. You’re my drug, my fix. I need your touch in order to survive.” When his massive body was positioned on the end of the bed, I let off a terrified moan.

As if he would care.

He wrapped one hand around my ankle, yanking me all the way down the bed with ease. His muscles didn’t even flex from the reprehensible action. There was also no surprise on his face when I kicked him in the chest with my other foot.

Instead, he grabbed it as he’d done the first time, only bringing my leg up to his mouth. I was crouched on my elbows, trying to think of any way to escape him and this… tragedy when he pressed his lips against my skin and instantly, every inch of me was on fire, lit up like a Christmas tree.

I found myself panting as he dragged his tongue up and down several inches, every sound he made a complete draw to his powerful moment of seduction. Why couldn’t I seem to take my eyes off him and why did I crave his cock thrusting deep inside? It was crazy. It was completely irrational, as if I’d fallen into the mind-bending moment he was obviously in. Maybe the drug he’d given me had had more of a hypnotic effect than I’d realized, pulling me into a strange vacuum where I couldn’t resist him.

While I struggled at first, the feel of his rough tongue on my skin lured me into his brand of darkness. He widened my legs, inch by inch crawling over me, brushing his lips up to my inner thigh then to my clit. When he pulled the tender bud between his lips, I threw back my head, staring up at the ceiling.

He had an incredible and very wet mouth, and expertly brought me close to another orgasm within seconds. I panted and writhed, trying to catch my breath but he made it impossible. I clasped my fingers around the sheet, pulling and tugging, trying to focus on anything.

I hated him. That was obvious. That was required, but why was it that I craved him after everything he’d done to me?

He sucked on my clit, biting down seconds later, growling as he’d done before except the tone was even darker, more villainous. I felt sick inside, mostly from the irrational arousal teeming through every muscle and overheated cell. I couldn’t stand myself for hungering in a way I’d never done before, almost as if I could forgive this man for what he’d done to me.

What he would do.

Before I had a chance to plot my revenge, he managed to pull another orgasm from the depths of my being. And somehow, for some horrible reason I knew in my heart that I’d never be free of him.

Never.

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