Mafia Obsession

Leo

The need to be inside this woman is driving me wild, as she moans into my mouth. It’s been torture this past week, sleeping in the same bed but not fucking her. The inability to

know how to treat her after seeing how badly she’s been hurt before.

Her reassurance that the way I treated her was different to the people who had hurt her previously, alleviates some of the guilt. I lower myself over her, kissing her gently.

For the first time, I intend be tender with a woman. It seems crazy how much this girl has affected me in such a short space of time.

Those harshly beautiful scars make her nervous. I could see it in the way she withdrew when I pulled her shirt off.

My fingers run lightly over one scar running across her tummy and she tenses. She’s so self-conscious, which is ridiculous. Her scars make her no less beautiful to me. “You are stunning,” I mutter, kissing her neck and trailing them gently down to her collarbone.

I bite her collarbone, making her moan beneath me. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I trail kisses down her tummy, kissing the scars on her skin softly.

She flinches at first and then relaxes into it. “Leo,” she moans my name in a way that makes my balls tingle.

I keep moving down her body, teasing at her lower abdomen. Her thighs are visibly shaking with anticipation as I move passed her arousal and kiss them gently.

“Please, Leo,” she moans, clawing at the bed sheets.

I kiss her over the fabric of her thong, teasing her with my lips. I pull away the sticky, wet fabric, discarding it on the floor. Then, I lick her center, tasting her sweet nectar. It is like fucking honey. My fingers delve inside of her and I move my lips to her sensitive nub, sucking gently.

“Oh,” she moans, bucking her hips toward my mouth.

I push her further, forcing her hips up and exposing her asshole. My tongue traces lightly over her forbidden hole and then all the way down to her sensitive nub. She shudders beneath me, whimpering in a way that makes my cock leak into my restrictive boxer briefs.

Sitting back on my haunches, I undo my belt and move to free myself from my pants. Ellie watches me with pure longing burning brightly in her blue eyes. I free myself from my pants and boxer briefs and her lips part.

I shift between her thighs and lick her again, slipping a thick finger inside of her wet heat. She bucks and moans, eyes rolling back in her head. I finger her slowly, feeling her muscles tightening around my finger.

“Turn over,” I groan, hands tight on her hips.

She does as I say, shifting onto her her hands and knees in front of me. I fist myself in my hand, taking a mental picture of how beautiful she looks. I tease my finger inside of her again, hooking it in a way that makes her thighs shake.

“Slap me,” she moans, bucking back toward me. Her ass teasingly high in the air, goading me to slap it and turn it a perfect red color.

I hesitate, biting on my lip and staring down at her. It’s clear she enjoys it during sex, but after seeing those scars I’m sure she been through abuse in her life. It doesn’t feel right because for once in my Godforsaken life, I actually give a shit about her.

“Please, Leo. I want you to,” she moans, glancing back at me.

After a few more moments hesitation, I give her a quick nod. I can’t tell her what she should or shouldn’t want. She wouldn’t beg me for it if she didn’t like it. My hand comes down in an erotic and tender slap, making her squeal with pleasure.

A knock at the door has us both freezing and staring at each other. This is the first time we’ve been interrupted since she arrived here.

“Who the hell is that?” she hisses, eyes wide.

“Keep quiet and I will deal with it,” I whisper, pressing a finger to my lips. I shift from the bed, searching for my boxer briefs. They’re on the floor and I slip them on quickly.

Ellie ducks under the covers, hiding herself.

I swing open the door, and Kane is standing on the other side, eyebrow raised. The light affects my eyes and I squint up at him.

“Cavino has stolen Jasmine, I need you to come with me now.”

Fuck.

It’s the morning of Kane’s wedding to Jasmine, and Ellie’s attempted escape totally derailed me. The reason I’d been out the back was because I was supposed to be supervising the catering delivery. I glance over my shoulder at the girl in my bed, then back at Kane.

I nod. “Give me two minutes, and I’ll meet you out front.”

Kane’s eyes narrow and he cranes his neck, trying to look passed me. The guy knows something’s up. Who am I kidding? Kane’s instincts are second to none. I keep the door angled, so he can’t get a glimpse of the woman in my bed.

I stare him out, willing him to probe me on who I’ve got in here. Kane isn’t the kind of guy to stick his nose in other people’s business. He’s not one to pry, not normally anyway. After a few more beats, he nods his head and turns away.

I let out a long breath of relief, as I shut the door. Ellie is staring at me with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.” I shift to grab my shirt and pants off the table, getting them on quickly. “It’s an emergency,” I explain, not looking at her.

It’s not exactly great timing, but I can’t help it. My brother needs me. “What has happened?” she asks, shifting to the edge of the bed.

I move toward her and kiss her gently. “Nothing you need to worry about. Stay put and I’ll see you shortly.”

She kisses me back with a hot and fiery need, and when I pull away, she swallows hard. I can tell she’s concerned.

“Once I’m back, we’ll pick up where we left off,” I say, winking at her.

It tears me up to turn away from her and leave her alone, but my brother needs me right now.

I rush out of my room without another word and shut the door, locking it behind me. The risk of someone else discovering her is too great to leave the door unlocked. If I’d lingered any longer, I may not have been able to leave her.

Any of our men could think she has broken in if she tries to leave again, I can’t risk her being harmed by them. All I can think about is Ellie, as I head out of the front door and onto the drive.

Rick and Kane are already in an SUV with the engine running. I open the backdoor, jumping in. “Shit, sorry I held you guys up.”

Rick steps on the gas almost immediately, jerking me against the seat. “What the hell happened?” I ask.

There’s a beat of tense silence, as Rick glances over at Kane. He gives him a short nod, before staring out of the window.”

“It seems Jaz betrayed us and allowed Cavino into the house to see Jasmine,” Rick replies.

Kane sits still, muscles tense.

“He snatched her and left a ransom note.” Rick turns left out of our driveway toward the highway, foot flat to the floor. “They snatched her from her room, and it wasn’t until they were down in the main hallway that I saw her. I tried to run after her, but they were too quick.”

“How did she look?” Kane asks, the guy sounds cut up. I’ve never seen him like this.

“A little beaten up, but she’s alive,” Rick replies.

I can’t imagine how I’d feel if someone snatched Ellie like that. Not to mention, I’d have no idea where to find her. At least Kane has an idea where she is.

“How beaten up?” Kane asks in a dangerous tone. A tone I know well.

Rick glances at him briefly. “She had a busted-up face and some bruises.” “Motherfucker,” Kane shouts, punching the dashboard hard.

He has it bad for this girl. I mean I knew he did, considering he was marrying her, but I’ve never seen him like this. “She’ll be fine, brother. Alex isn’t stupid enough to hurt her badly, especially since he thinks you’ll pay him a ransom,” I say, trying to calm him down. When Kane is out of control, things can escalate far too quickly. His brutal rage has always been a strength, but it can be a weakness at times too.

“It doesn’t mean I want to kill him any less for it,” Kane mutters, voice calmer.

I know what he means. The moment I saw those scars on Ellie, even though she may have had them for years, I wanted to hurt the person who had inflicted them. She hasn’t told me her ex-boyfriend’s name, but if she does, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself from paying him a visit.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

There’s a tense silence between us, as Rick follows the GPS toward Jasmine’s assumed location. Rick turns off onto a dirt track up into the Heartacre Woods. The woods we used to spend our summers camping out in. None of us ever said it out loud, but it was our escape away from the crazy life our father had forced us into.

We grew up with security guards all over the house and screams you weren’t supposed to hear coming from the basement. I was fourteen years old when my father set a gun in my hand and made me kill for the first time

-too fucking young.

The guy ripped my childhood away from me, but every summer we’d find our way up here with tents and snacks. It was the only time I’d ever felt like a normal kid. The only time we got to act like we weren’t the kids of a ruthless criminal.

Even at secondary-school I didn’t feel normal. As rumors spread about our father, no one wanted anything to do with me. Dear old dad pulled me out of secondary-school at thirteen years old to be home-schooled, which was bullshit. He put me to work in the business right away.

Rick and Kane had been luckier than me, finishing school and having friends. Kane hates that our father ripped away his chance to attend college, but at least he got to attend high-school.

It is in the past now, but the memories are still as if they happened yesterday, as we navigate the overgrown dirt tracks of the familiar woods.

All I can hope is that we get Kane’s fiance back safe and sound. It’s the first attempt any of us has made at a semblance of a normal life, and I want that for my brother more than anything.

Maybe it’s something I can have with Ellie. I know it’s a silly thought, particularly considering we barely know each other. The problem is the heart wants what it wants, and it wants Ellie.