Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Lena

“Something wrong?” Micah asks me as we stand silently in the elevator taking us up to his penthouse. Our penthouse. We’re married now; I guess that means it’s my home, too.

“No.” I keep my eyes fixated on the lighted numbers as they flash.

“You keep wiggling. Are your pants too tight?” he asks, slinking his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. He’s enjoying this an annoying amount.

“They’re fine.” But they aren’t. When I packed a pair of slacks to wear after the luncheon, I hadn’t been aware of his intention to stick a damn plug up my ass. Now I’m wearing a pair of snugly fitting ivory slacks with an off the shoulder tan knit sweater. The slacks hug me enough to remind me of the plug with every move.

I’m not sure how I made it through the luncheon with this thing inside me. Or how I was able to carry on a conversation with anyone while my pussy soaked through my panties because I could feel the heat of Micah’s stare whenever he turned in my direction. He knew I had this thing lodged in my ass. With that knowledge, coupled with the ripples of arousal spreading through my core with my movements, I was a puddle of need.

“You and Kasia had a lot to talk about,” he says, switching topics just as he punches in the code to open the doors.

“She’s actually really nice.” I step inside.

“The conversation looked serious.”

“It was,” I say, following him from the foyer to the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Are you hoping I won’t find out what you’re up to?” he asks while uncorking the bottle and pouring each of us a glass of red wine.

I take my glass and press my hip against the counter. He’s going to find out. It’s not like I’ll be able to hide anything I do from this man. He’ll always have eyes on me.

“I’m going to be volunteering at Kasia’s halfway house.” I swirl the wine around the glass then take a casual sip.

He puts his glass down on the counter. “My father doesn’t want you seeing your family for the time being.” He stops my reaction with a hand in the air. “I’m not telling you to stay away from them. I’ll deal with my father, but I need you to give me some time.”

“Are you saying I can’t see Kasia? Jakub? My father?”

He stares at me a long moment. “No.” He shakes his head and slides around the kitchen island until he’s next to me and picks up my hand. “I’m saying I need you to be cautious. Don’t do anything that makes him think you’re acting against our family.”

“How is helping clean up rooms and doing laundry going to be interpreted that way?”

He half smiles. “My father has an active imagination. That place helps rescue women from men like him. He’ll see it as an act against us. So, just let me deal with him first before you start going there.”

“Trust you.” I repeat his earlier words.

He brings my hand to his lips. “Yes, Lena. Trust me.”

“How long? I told Kasia I’d be over in a few days.”

He turns my hand until my palm faces up. His tongue skates across my wrist before he kisses the spot.

“A day or two,” he says, kissing my palm. If he’s trying to distract me, it’s working.

“And then you won’t get in the way?”

He looks up from my hand, his forehead wrinkled, his eyes dark and focused. “Get in your way?” He laughs and lets my hand go. “You talk big.”

“I’m only clarifying that once you calm your father, you’ll let me go about my life. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life waiting for permission for ordinary things.” And I won’t, but I’m sure he knows that about me by now.

“Oh, I’ll always keep an eye on you,” he promises with a sultry smile. “Trust me, Lena. Things can be very good between us. We aren’t enemies.” His fingertips skate across my jaw. “And I don’t want to talk about our families right now.”

“Oh? What would you like to talk about then?”

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“I don’t want any talking at all.” He pushes my wineglass away. Apparently, the small talk is over. “Get in the bedroom, princess, and get out of this outfit.” He plucks the neckline of my sweater.

I keep my head held high as I march to the bedroom. His hot stare beats on the back of me as he follows behind. The click of his shoes against the flooring mimics the harsh beat of my heart as we get closer and closer to our room with each step.

Once inside the sitting room, I pause. He’s not willing to give me time to overthink things, though, and grabs my hand in his, pulling me to the bedroom.

“Micah.” I yank free of his grip once I’m faced with the bed and what I have in store for me. The plug was one thing, but to have his cock buried deep within me is another.

“I told you to get out of those clothes, Lena,” he says as his response to my quiet plea. After leaving me standing at the foot of the bed, he shakes out of his jacket. His tie easily glides out from beneath his collar and he tosses it onto the nightstand. He toes out of his shoes and unbuttons his shirt.

“Do you need a reminder of your vows again?” he asks me when he reaches to undo his belt, and I’m still standing frozen in time.

The image of having that leather belt slapping across my cheeks with the plug firmly in place gets me moving.

Once I’m completely nude, I look back at him. My nipples harden beneath his predatory gaze. He’s removed his shirt but left his pants on. While avoiding his eyes, I let my own wander over his body. He’s sculpted and trim.

“Lena.” He says my name sharply and I meet his gaze again. “Lie on the bed.” He points where he wants me. I must have missed his first order.

I climb on the bed, lying back on the oversized soft pillows. I wonder if I could press one over my face until this ordeal was over.

The bed dips as he climbs on with me.

“I’m not going to kill you, for fuck’s sake, Lena. Relax.” He grabs my knees and shoves my thighs apart. The cool air of the room brushes across my wet sex.

“Look at me, princess,” he orders with less tension. He’s impatient, but he’s not angry. “Relax for me.”

He scoots himself down on the bed until his face hovers over my pussy.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I met you,” he says darkly as his head dips lower. His hot breath washes over my pussy lips, over my swollen and wanting clit. I fist my hands, digging my nails into my palms.

If I don’t distract myself, I’ll beg him to hurry. I’ve wanted his mouth on me for ages it seems.

His tongue skates up and down my folds. Using his thumbs, he spreads my lips open to expose my clit to his attentions. I close my eyes and suppress a cry of arousal when the tip of his tongue lavishes ecstasy across my clit.