Belonging to the Italian Mafia Boss: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 7)
Belonging to the Italian Mafia Boss: Chapter 6

I hadn’t lied to Bruce.

I wasn’t scared, and I rarely got scared. I’d been groped by my father’s men before, but it never went further than that. If I had fought back, I knew it would have become more of a challenge, so I never did. But now…

I eyed the drawer where I’d placed the gun across the room, and a deep sense of safety filled me. Bruce didn’t have to do that. He didn’t even have to stop the man, especially since our marriage was in name only. But he had shown a fury that I couldn’t imagine in anyone else. It made me wonder if that cruelness was an exterior layer that peeled back and revealed a fondness for friends and family.

Was I considered a friend now?

Lost in thought, I jerked when my door opened and slammed closed across the room. Bruce had said he’d stop in, and I expected to see him, but as Tucker strode through the door, I felt my heart speed up, and I glanced at where the gun was hidden out of my reach. I would never be able to pass him and grab it without him noticing, but I didn’t trust Tucker. He’d made it clear that he wanted me dead, and being alone in a room with him gave me chills all the way down my spine.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked.

He rubbed his hands together in front of him. “It’s my home, too.”

I didn’t say anything.

“My brother has a soft spot for small, broken things. He always has, and it’s going to be his downfall one day. I, on the other hand, don’t have soft spots for anyone. If my father had named me heir, you wouldn’t be alive right now.”

I didn’t say anything. If he saw me as small and broken, I would let him. He didn’t need to see that I’d never let myself break. I was strong, and I had grown a backbone after every single inconvenience. It was that backbone that allowed me to raise my brows and chuckle. “But he didn’t name you anything.”

I knew better than to antagonize someone like him. When he charged forward, relentlessly pushing me into the wall beside my bed, my entire body shook with the force of the wall hitting my back, and I closed my eyes for a second to regain my composure. When I opened them, Tucker stood in my face, his eyes deadly.

He looked so much like Bruce, yet so different at the same time. His height and physique matched Bruce’s, and the hair and eyes were similar colors, but his shade of hair was a little sandier, and his brown eyes appeared swirled with green. The hard lines on his face were deeper, and the expression reminded me of the one Bruce gave the man who had been groping me.

“I would have never let you survive if I had a choice.”

Then kill me. I bet you don’t have the balls to do something so bold when you know you’ll be punished. You’re a coward.

I forced myself to keep those words at bay. I knew better than to call him out. I had a feeling that he would kill me if I said them. He didn’t seem to have enough control of his temper for me to speak, so I kept my lips sealed.

“Do you even know how easy it would be?” he asked. Before I could even think of a reply, one of his hands raised to my throat and squeezed lightly. I froze. “All I would have to do is squeeze in the right place, and nobody would even know I was here. Nobody would care.”

I didn’t dare to move or speak. I felt as his grip on my throat flexed and loosened, and each time, I wondered if he’d finally made a decision to end me. It was all he wanted, and he seemed to genuinely believe it would be for the best.

“If you do anything that harms anyone here, you can expect another visit from me, and next time, it won’t end like this. I will kill you.” He squeezed my throat tight enough that I felt a rush of darkness spread through my vision. I gripped his wrist tightly, fear blossoming and spreading. “And if you tell Bruce about this conversation, I’ll kill you.”

I nodded quickly, wanting—no, needing—a taste of air. He stared into my eyes for a long second as I clawed his wrist, and finally, he released me.

I gasped and gripped my throat as he took a step back and toward the closed door. “You’re insane,” I told him.

“Maybe, but I’m going to get what I want eventually.”

I wondered briefly what it was that he wanted. It didn’t seem like my death was all, and I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to consider his other plans. I dropped my hands to my sides and eyed the dresser, wondering what the repercussions would be for shooting him.

The door opened again, and Bruce walked inside, looking between Tucker and me. Relief coursed through my entire body at the sight of him, and Tucker shot his brother a smug smile. “I was just letting her know that you were on your way,” he lied.

Bruce nodded, and Tucker waltzed out of the door, whistling a jaunty tune completely contradictory to what had just happened. I wanted to tell Bruce—I even opened my mouth to call Tucker a liar—but I closed it quickly. He’d make good on his threat. I knew he would.

“I was thinking,” Bruce admitted. “I was thinking about our arrangement.”

I cleared my throat and stepped away from where I still leaned against the wall.

“Okay.”

“I don’t want you around other people without me. Only Jamison. I don’t even want you around Tucker alone.”

I gaped at him. “What does it matter to you if I’m around other people without you.”

His eyes hardened as they shot at me. “I would rather not kill someone else for making a move on you, and I can assure you that I’ll do just that if I witness someone else touching you. Killing people who are going to help me will lose me the allies that I need to take control.”

While my encounter with Tucker still rested in the back of my mind, I took a deep breath and forced myself not to say anything about it. Instead, I allowed a hoarse laugh to escape me. “So, it’s for your best interest, not mine?” I shook my head and strode past him, fully intending to go into the bathroom and lock the door. I didn’t need more of this bullshit today. “Figures.”

It surprised me when he gripped my wrist and pulled me into him. I collided with his chest, using my other hand to create a half-inch distance between us. My fingers knotted in his shirt, and I gasped at the tightly wound muscles beneath it. The feeling of those muscles had the tightest parts of my belly loosening and creating a thick warmth between my thighs. I didn’t need that. I didn’t want to feel this way for this man, but I couldn’t help my body’s reaction.

“I want you to be safe because if anything happened to you, I would fucking kill someone, Sabrina. I don’t know why I give a shit about you, but I need you to be safe, and this is the best way to do that.”

His words struck something inside of me, and my breath caught. Nobody had ever cared to look out for me until now, and I didn’t know how to feel about it. From the way he was looking at me, I knew he cared. He showed it in every crevice of his face and the way he looked at me. Should I thank him for it?

I couldn’t even bring myself to say anything with him so close. His proximity dulled all my senses until all that I could focus on was him.

“You’re not going to be alone with my brother again. You’re mine.”

I couldn’t believe what I was doing as I pushed myself up on my toes and pressed my lips into his. I expected him to push me away or hesitate, but almost immediately, he met my kiss. He pressed me backward, pushing me toward the bed, and I eagerly followed, all logic and reason evading me. I was nothing but his captor, yet I couldn’t stop the heat that filled me as he took control of the kiss. As he pushed me back into the bed and pinned my wrists above my head.

I released a small moan at the pressure of him there, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t kiss me like that unless you want to be fucked,” he told me, muffling any response with another flaming kiss.

I shouldn’t have been doing this. I didn’t want to have sex with the mob boss, but… the heat between my legs said differently. The flush that covered my entire body did, too. The way I writhed against the stiff cock that pressed between my legs through his pants told me all I needed to know about my wants, even though they were perverse and certainly uncalled for.

He pulled my spandex pants from my body, rubbing a finger across the inner part of them and smirking down at me as he kept his hand on my wrists above my head. “Soft,” he uttered before ripping the fabric off my body. Ripping it.

“Those are Karsen’s,” I gasped, trying to pull myself upright.

His eyes blazed. “I don’t want to hear you talking about anyone else right now,” he said, pressing his forehead against mine.

I could only nod as he pulled down my panties, and I cried out at the slight graze of his hand against my upper thigh. “So sensitive,” he said, bringing his lips back on mine hard. I moaned against him, arching and taking in every ounce of this feeling. Why the hell did I want this so badly?

“I thought we were married in name only?” I finally asked.

He shook his head. “We can go back to that in an hour.”

He pressed his thumb into the bundle of nerves between my thighs, and I jerked into his hand, wanting so badly to squirm beneath him. But from where he held me, I had no choice but to stay still. To take in every bit of pleasure that his fingers sent through my body as he pressed them hard into me. Everything about this was hard. Brutal. Consuming.

He shook me to the core, and all I wanted was more.

He reached for his belt, tearing it from his body in a swift motion before tossing it aside. I didn’t know why the sight of him effortlessly undressing had me hot and writhing even more beneath his scouring fingers, but I didn’t say anything as he pulled down his pants and exposed his large, bulging cock.

I could only gasp as I imagined it filling me.

“Just because I’ve been kind to you doesn’t mean I am kind, sweetheart. Don’t confuse your luck with kindness.”

Then, he thrust hard into me, and I cried out. He stretched me in a way I’d never experienced, and a sharp burst of pain flooded my senses. But as his finger continued to work me and he continued plunging, the sharp sensation dulled, replaced with a building pressure that filled more than just my belly. It sent tingles across the skin of my arms and legs. Everywhere he touched burned, and as he removed the grip he had on my wrists, I still gripped the comforter beneath me. I still held on, waiting for that pressure to explode.

“You’re mine,” he shouted, his thrusting intensifying. “Mine and only fucking mine, do you hear me?”

“I do,” I whispered. I cried out as that pressure grew more intense.

I exploded, a light behind my eyes consuming my existence as I fell apart beneath him, moaning and crying in sync as something deep within me shattered. I fell apart beneath him, and seconds later, Bruce roared to the ceiling, his thrusting becoming frantic as he, too, found his release.

I lay beneath him, staring at the ceiling as I breathed deeply. He stared down at me, eyes narrowed as he took in my expression. I knew what he saw there. He didn’t have to help me finish. He didn’t have to do anything for me, but I yearned for his touch more than I wanted to admit. I yearned for him.

God, something inside of me was fucked up for wanting this.

He looked as if he’d decided on something as he pulled himself from me and stood over the bed. “I have something I need to show you. Meet me downstairs in twenty.”

Almost as if nothing had happened, he slid back on his pants and his belt and then walked out of the door without another word.