Mafia Obsession

Leo

Not even twenty-four hours have passed since I was deep inside that little thief, Ellie. All I can think about is her. I’m losing my mind. The entire sit-down, I barely paid any attention. Which isn’t good because I know we’ve got a lot of serious shit to deal with. Normally, I’m focused during those meetings.

The thud of footsteps coming my way, breaks the daydream I’m in. It’s Kane. I step into his path, blocking him from walking closer to Rick’s office. “What’s wrong big brother? The girl making it more difficult than you thought?” I ask, remembering the look on his face as he dragged Jasmine up those stairs after the meeting.

He shakes his head, shoulders tense. “Get out of my way, Leo.” “Boss is in a meeting,” I reply.

His eyes narrow. “Who the hell with?”

I can’t help but smirk, as I know Kane hates him. “Austin.”

Kane’s fists clench and he punches the wall, making my muscles tense on instinct. It’s not like him to be so easily wound up. He can be a hot head, but this is different to be honest, it’s not like Kane to be so crazy all the time. Sure, he’s renowned for his temper, but it’s been off the charts since he met Jasmine.

“How’s your plan going to get her to beg you for it?” I ask, picking at my nails.

His jaw clenches. “Fine,” he grits out.

Kane is far too easy to wind up, it’s why I love messing with him. I know I’m just being a jackass to stop myself from thinking about

my own pretty little distraction. The thief who has been ruling my thoughts ever since I left Mode last night.

“Are you sure you’re not getting too old?” I ask, smirking. “Maybe she needs someone younger.”

My heart leaps into my mouth as Kane snaps-he never snaps at me. Before I can retaliate, he has a fist full of my collar and is holding me against the wall. His eyes are wild and full of rage. This girl has really got under his skin.

I lift my hands up in surrender. “Sorry, bro, I didn’t realize you were so serious about the girl.”

He lets me go, running a hand through his hair. “She’s driving me fucking crazy.”

I know the feeling. It was only last night I had Ellie over my knee, giving her a good punishment. I told her to be at Mode tonight, but I’m nervous about seeing her again.

Why the fuck am I nervous?

“How did the shipment go last night?” Kane asks, changing the subject.

I shrug. “Fine, until I got called to Mode to deal with a thief.” A thief who I spanked over my knee and then fucked tied to the office chair.

Kane frowns. “What happened?”

I fucked her so hard she could barely walk straight and let her go. It’s been bothering me ever since I did it, as I know it’s not our way. The rules are the rules. She should be dead, but that was never going to happen. “You don’t want to know,” I mumble.

He nods, no doubt assuming it was pretty fucked up. I’m not shy about spilling my guts when it comes to all the bloody, gory details. This is different. I’ve broken our family’s number one rule and let a thief walk away with her life. Instead of killing her, I told her she’s mine to punish for as long as I like. My cock stirs between my legs as I remember the excitement in her eyes. She fucking loved it.

“Why are you looking for Rick?” I ask.

Kane’s shoulders slump. “I’m not even sure. I just had to get out of that room.”

My heart rate speeds up as an idea pops into my mind. “How about we go for a drink?” The thought of heading to Mode on my own freaks me out, but with Kane it will be all right. I wait for his response, holding my breath.

“Sounds good,” he says.

I feel a spring in my step as I head for the hallway. “I’ll drive, let’s go to Mode.”

The name of that club on my tongue feels wrong, as I know my real reason for going there. A petite blonde girl with bright blue eyes, who tried to steal two-hundred thousand dollars from us. Kane doesn’t need to know that, though.

“I’M GOING to go and dance,” I shout to Kane, who has been brooding the entire time we’ve been here. The guy needs to chill out and cut loose. He is cramping my style.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

He gives me a short nod, keeping his beer in his hand and looking down at it. I’m not sure why he agreed to come for a drink, as he’s not really been with it the entire night. I’ve been asking him questions, and he barely responds. The man has one thing on his mind-Jasmine.

I can’t blame him. It’s been the same for me ever since last night, I’m just better at pretending than he is. Ellie has been here since before I arrived with Kane, glancing over at me now and then from the booth she is sitting in. She looks a little out of her element, sitting there on her own and waiting for me to approach.

I’ve seen a few men proposition her and it made me see red, but luckily, she turned them away quickly. If she hadn’t, there would have been trouble. Each time she’d glance over to me, as if seeking approval. I love the way this girl seems to crave me as much as I crave her.

Our eyes lock as I stride steadily across the dance floor toward her. I said to Kane I’m going to dance, but I’m not.

My cock has been hard since I set eyes on her. There’s only one thing I want to do. Tie that beautiful woman up again and fuck her senseless. Her cheeks flush pink the moment I sit down opposite her, eyes fixed to her like a hawk.

“Evening, thief,” I say, crossing one leg over the other and sitting back against the cool leather sofa.

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “Evening, sir,” she says, eyes dilated.

“I’ve been watching you,” I say. She nods. “I know.”

I can’t help but smile. “Time for me to give you your punishment, darling.”

Her thighs visibly quiver at that and my length strains against my pants. Her eyes are drawn downward to the bulge and she licks her lips. “Yes, sir,” she replies, her voice huskier now.

“Hmm, come here,” I say, holding out a hand.

She glances around the club, before standing up and setting her palm in mine. I pull her into me, forcing her to straddle my lap. She groans the moment my hard cock presses into her arousal. My fingers hike up her short dress, pressing into her soft skin beneath. “Are you sore from last night?”

She nods her head, grinding herself against me. “And, you still want more tonight?”

“Yes, sir,” she moans, moving her hips in a way that drives me insane.

The music pulses in a hypnotic beat, and the voices of the hundreds of people crowding this place drone around us. She doesn’t care who the hells sees as she writhes shamelessly in my lap, grinding against my hard length.

Her lips part temptingly. Lips that I haven’t yet kissed, but I want to.

Even though it’s against my code-kissing.

She gazes down at me, looking more beautiful than I remember. Her golden, blonde hair falls in perfect curves around her heart-shaped face, and having her this close I’m mesmerized by those oceanic blue eyes.

I fist her hair in my hands and pull her luscious, pink lips to mine, kissing her hard and rough. She moans into my mouth, letting my tongue tangle with her own.

Even while I kiss her, she submits perfectly. Her hands only gently resting on my shoulders as I claim her mouth as my own.

My cock hardens more, which I didn’t believe possible. I suck on her tongue, making her moan and dampen. I can feel her juices leaking onto my pants, making a mess. It feels so fucking good having her here. “Come on, Bella, time to tie you up,” I whisper into her ear, digging my fingertips hard into her hips.

She jumps off my lap eagerly, threading her fingers with my own. I look down at our entwined hands, wondering what the hell is going on here.

Hand holding is the last thing I would ever do with a woman. As I stare down at her fingers entwined with mine, I can’t bring myself to pull away.