Bought by the Mafia

It was late, and she was still awake when Dmitry returned. Even though the only thing they had between them was a business arrangement, she couldn’t help but feel jealous at the thought of him doing to someone else what he had done to her.

“You’re still awake,” he said as he removed his clothes.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she snapped.

He raised an eyebrow when she dared to talk to him in such a snarky tone. “What is it with this attitude of yours?” he asked, removing his pants and standing in his briefs.

“Have you not learned by now that no one talks to me like that? Not even you.”

“What about the woman you were with tonight? Is she allowed to speak to you this way?” she said, getting out of bed.

She went to walk toward the bathroom but was grabbed by the arm.

He pinned her back against him, his lips close to her ear. “Someone sounds jealous,” he said, grabbing a fistful of her hair and gently yanking her head back.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I was not with another woman. Why would I need another when I have you here at my beck and call?” he asked, sweeping his lips across her cheek.

His free hand went inside her nightgown and cupped her breast. “I’ve been thinking of nothing else but you—thinking about fucking you so hard so that I can hear my name coming from your lips.”

“You’re a pig,” she said, feeling his lips moving down to her neck.

“Call me a pig if you wish, but you know you want my cock inside you. Say it. I want to hear you say it,” he ordered her, yanking harder on her hair and sucking on her neck.

God, she didn’t want to give in, didn’t want to be weak, but she couldn’t stop how she was feeling when he kissed her neck, his body pressed hard against hers.

He was everything a woman wanted in a man: strong, sexy, and great in bed. Yes, she was too weak to deny him when she wanted the same thing.

“Yes, I want you,” she said, feeling her nightgown pulled past her shoulders and falling to the floor.

He turned her around to face him, their naked bodies pressed together. With one arm around her waist, he used his free hand to cup her chin in his palm and stared into her eyes.

“Don’t forget that I own you; you belong to me for now. Don’t think for one minute that you can change me. I am who I am—when I want you, you will give in to me.”

He crushed his lips against her, his hand caressing her breast before picking her up and carrying her over to the bed.

He laid her down and stared at her naked body while he removed his briefs and climbed on top of her. “You do have a great body that I am truly enjoying.”

She gasped loudly when he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with his one hand.

His other hand moved along her leg as he started kissing her neck. She closed her eyes, loving how his mouth felt on her neck and the sensual way he was caressing her leg.

His touch sent shivers through her whole body; her core was throbbing, and she let out a moan. She knew that this arrangement was wrong—to give him a son for her freedom.

There was a part of her that wanted to stop him, to say she had changed her mind, but all common sense left her when she felt him inside her.

He was so skilled in the art of lovemaking; he knew the right spots to touch, his kisses were like a drug, and she was drowning in them.

“Dmitry,” she moaned his name when she felt the orgasm; her body trembled. She opened her eyes to look at him when he rolled off her; he looked angry.

Getting out of bed, he went into the bathroom and returned moments later. He stood at the end of the bed, looking at her.

“Danica, your behavior earlier will not be tolerated again. You will not use that tone or act like a jealous wife. What we have here is strictly a business deal, nothing more. I will not fall in love with you, but I will not hurt you as long as you are with me. Just hurry up and get pregnant and give me a son; then you may leave.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat when she looked into his cold eyes. He was so warm just moments ago, but now he had turned cold.

She was so afraid of him and yet highly turned on when looking at his naked body. “What if it takes a long time before I get pregnant or if I never do?”

He got into bed and pulled the covers over him. “I will make love to you every chance I get; don’t worry, I will impregnate you.”

“What if you don’t, then what?”

“I will give you one year; if you are not pregnant, then you will go away,” he said, closing his eyes and sleeping.

She lay there feeling very afraid and wondered what he meant by that. Was he saying he would send her away, or was he going to kill her?

Not knowing anything about the man, she had to find out who and what he was. It took her a while before falling asleep; he, on the other hand, had no trouble falling asleep.

When she woke up, he was already gone. She sat up, covering herself with the blanket, when the door opened, and Bepa walked in carrying a tray.

“Shlyukha,” she said, dropping the tray over Danica’s lap; she turned to walk away.

“Bepa, where is Mr. Smirnov?”

“He is gone,” she snapped.

“Gone where?”

“Out.”

“What does he do for a living? How can he afford all of this?”

Bepa spun around and rushed back over to the bed, leaning over—she glared angrily at her.

“If you want to live, never ask him what he does or where he goes. Just keep your mouth shut and give him a bastard child.”

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Her heart stood still for a moment when the older woman looked her in the eyes. There was so much hate in them.

Ever since she got here, she could tell Bepa disliked her and was cold and cruel toward her. The woman scared her more than Dmitry did.

Removing the tray from her lap, she got out of bed and showered. After drying off, she went to the closet and took out a skirt, a blouse, and shoes.

Going downstairs, she went into his office, ensuring that no one saw her going in. She walked around his desk, but nothing was lying on it that could give her a clue about what he did for a living.

When she heard the sound of footsteps coming, she opened the door to the bathroom. She left the door open a crack so that she could hear what was going on.

“Sir, how do you want us to deal with Richards?”

Dmitry sat in his chair behind the desk.

“Nothing for the time being. Just keep a close eye on him and keep me informed.”

“You should not wait. You should take him out now before anything else happens.”

Dmitry slammed his fist on the desk and got to his feet.

Reaching over, he grabbed the man by his tie and pulled him close.

“If you ever try to tell me what to do, you’ll find yourself six feet under. I hope I’ve made myself clear,” he said, letting go of him.

Hearing what he was saying frightened her, and when she backed up, she let out a sharp gasp.

Covering her mouth, she prayed they hadn’t heard her.

Dmitry and his two men turned their heads toward the bathroom door when they heard a noise.

They all pulled their guns from under their jackets, and he motioned with his finger for the guys to go see who was behind the door.

There was a slight commotion, and he rolled his eyes and placed his gun back inside his holster when he saw who it was.

The two men on either side of her held her arm as they brought her closer to their boss.

“Take your hands off her,” he growled, ordering them to leave the room.

When they were gone, he turned to her in anger.

“Do you know what I do to people who snoop around my things? Do I have to chain you up in the bedroom? I will give you a chance to explain yourself now,” he yelled at her when she didn’t answer.

She could feel her eyes filling with tears; he looked angry enough to kill her.

“I didn’t mean to snoop, not really. Nobody will tell me what you do for a living; you won’t tell me, so I thought if I came in here, I might find something that would give me a clue as to who you are.”

“You want to know what I do? If you want to know so badly, then I will tell you. I am a Russian mafia boss. I have people killed who cross me. I do favors for people, and in return, they give me their business or whatever else I might ask for. People fear me. You should fear me if you know what’s good for you. Do not ever let me catch you snooping again.”

He saw the way her lips were trembling, noticed how her breasts were heaving rapidly, and felt the twitching in his pants.

He went over and locked the door; turning back around, he walked slowly toward her.

He placed the palm of his hand on the side of her cheek.

“I don’t like scaring you, but you must learn not to ask questions that are not your concern.”

He lowered his lips to hers; the kiss was soft and gentle.

He started unbuttoning her blouse as he continued to kiss her.

His hand went over the top of her breasts.

Breaking the kiss and stepping back, he began removing his clothes.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

She was breathing heavily as she slid her skirt down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor.

Just seeing his muscular chest, his six-pack, and that perfect V-line leading down had her core throbbing, and she could feel her panties getting wet.

He may be scary—a mob boss—but he was also one very hot and sexy man.

Seeing his large manhood standing at attention and knowing how it would feel inside her and what he would do to her with it, she quickly removed her bra and panties and stood before him.

When he got closer and pulled her into his arms, their naked bodies pressed together—he started kissing her as he slowly lowered her down onto the floor.

There wasn’t much foreplay; he just got right down to it, but it felt amazing to her even then.

As they put their clothes on, he apologized to her, saying he had to make it quick since he had someone coming over for a meeting.

He gave her another kiss before opening the door.

“Go shower, and I will see you later this afternoon. No more snooping, OK?”

“Okay,” she replied and left his office when he opened the door for her.

She hurried upstairs to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

She couldn’t quite understand this man—one minute, he scared the shit out of her, and then the next minute, he made love to her.

Well, he did say that he would be making love to her a lot until she got pregnant.

Stripping down, she took another shower; she cursed herself for loving the sex so much with the man who was a monster—one who had people killed.

But she couldn’t help thinking that maybe deep down inside him was a good man waiting to come out.

She was standing on the balcony when he entered the bedroom and went to stand next to her.

“I will not be dining with you tonight,” he said.

She looked at him, feeling disappointed.

“You’re going out again?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Why does this make you sad?”

“It’s just that when you’re gone, I feel so alone. No one talks to me except Bepa, and it’s only to say something nasty.”

He placed his hand on her chin and turned it to look into her eyes.

“What has she said to you now?”

“This morning when she brought me my breakfast, she said shlyukha. I don’t know what that means. Will you tell me?”

He felt the anger rising inside him but did not want to tell her it meant whore.

“Forget what she said; it won’t happen again. If you promise to behave and not to interrupt me when I am talking, I will take you with me, and later, we will go to my favorite restaurant for something to eat.”

She was so happy hearing that she was getting away from this place, and Bepa—she would have agreed to anything.

“I promise.”

“Good, now go put on that red dress I bought you, and when you are ready, come downstairs.”

He gives her a quick kiss.

“Do not keep me waiting too long. I do not like waiting for anyone, and I just might have to leave without you. You have forty minutes to get ready.”

He smiles to himself when she practically runs to her closet.