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Book:Owned by the mafia boss. Published:2024-6-4

Alessia
I totally begged.
I’m not even embarrassed because it was so good it was worth it. I actually had no idea sex could be so incredible. I’m going to become an addict. I won’t be able to leave Russia because my body will want to stay enslaved to Vlad.
I’m so screwed. Ha. Literally.
Especially when he suddenly becomes infinitely gentle.
His cock still throbs between my legs. We both came. We both saw. I think Vlad conquered, but I was happy to become his conquest. But now he eases me to my belly, following me and covering my body with his own. He strokes my hair back from my face and lays kisses along my jaw, my shoulder. My back. All the while, he keeps rocking that big Russian cock of his between my legs. Lazy-like. He’s the ocean and I’m the boat. And he’s definitely a ride I don’t want to get off.
I moan softly.
“Are you okay, Alessia? Did I hurt you?” he murmurs, lips still trailing across my skin. “I’m sorry I was so rough.”
Cristo, this man is going to slay me right here. The tenderness after the heights he just brought me to is too much.
“Mmm,” is all I can give for an answer.
“Roll over.” He pulls out and tugs on my shoulder and rolls me to my back. “I want to look at you.”
He studies my face. I don’t mind looking at him, either. The crude tattoos. The muscles. The stark masculinity. That ice blue gaze. Especially the way he’s looking at me now. Like I’m the most beautiful woman on the planet.
His cock nudges my entrance again, and I sigh when he spears me. He’s only half-hard now, but it still feels so good. As he rocks, he lowers his face slowly to mine. Hesitates, hovering just above me.
And then his mouth descends. He claims my lips and shoves in sharply.
I moan against his lips. Move mine in concert with his. It’s bizarre that our first kiss comes last. After everything else-spanking. Oral. Fucking. Everything but anal, really.
Well, everything I know about, which probably isn’t that much, as he just showed me.
The kiss goes on. His lips devour. Teeth scrape over my flesh, tongue dips in and twines with mine.
His cock hardens again inside me.
And then, abruptly, he ends it. Comes up for air and stares down at me. Strokes my cheek with his thumb.
I lean into his touch.
“Don’t move,” he murmurs after a long moment.
He regretfully pulls out and walks to the bathroom. He returns without the condom, carrying a wet washcloth and my med kit. He climbs up over me and cleans between my legs as he drops kisses over my breasts, across my throat. Between my breasts.
Then he checks my blood sugar. Gives me a shot of insulin and kisses the place he injected.
Hungry, I roll off the bed and reach for his t-shirt to pull over my head.
“Uh uh,” he barks from the bed. “No clothing for you. You lost privileges.”
I can’t take him too seriously. I may have been afraid when he brought me in, but after the tenderness he showed me, I know where I stand.
“Oh yeah?” I purr. I go back to the bed and straddle his waist.
He grips my ass and hikes my hips up to grind over his cock. When I rub my bare breasts against his face, he groans. “You have me right where you want me, don’t you?”
“Do I?” I ask innocently.
He catches my jaw and brings my face down for another hard kiss. “I’d probably give you anything you asked for right now.”
“Set me free.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Not that.”
“Let me call my brothers.”
He groans and rolls his eyes, but appears to be thinking.
He’s totally going to let me.
“Nyet.”
What? Seriously? “Why not?” I demand.
“Because it will make you sad. I want to make you happy right now.”
Damn. It’s hard to argue with that logic, since I cried last time I saw them on the screen.
This guy is pretty sweet for a kidnapper.
“I do have one small surprise for you,” he offers, palming my breasts and teasing the nipple with his thumb.
I brighten. “You do?”
“Da.”
I wait, but he continues toying with my nipple. Finally he sighs and lifts me off his lap and onto my feet. “I don’t want to leave you.” He climbs off the bed to stand.
“So take me with you,” I offer brightly.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head like it pains him. “You’re on restriction, zaika.” He cradles the back of my neck and pulls me into him, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. “I’ll be right back. I promise.” He releases me and pulls his clothing on, then leaves me in the room.
I don’t hear the key turn in the lock.
I go and check it.
He left it open. Does he trust me to obey him now?
Or he just wasn’t willing to lock the door after what we just shared?
Either way, it feels good to me. I’m not going to test it by leaving.
I climb on the bed and lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Vlad’s belt still swings from the rafter, which makes me smile. My body buzzes from the orgasms, limbs relaxed and rubbery, skin sensitive.
This is my life now. Vlad’s wife, until he grows tired of me.
Is it weird that I don’t think it’s so bad? That part of me is happy to have the choice removed, to be stuck with this dangerous, beautiful man five thousand miles from home.
Vlad returns shortly, carrying a bowl of yogurt with fruit in it and my tablet, which I had left in the living room.
“That’s your surprise?”
“No. It’s coming. This is to tide you over until dinner. I know you’re hungry.”
I take the bowl gratefully. I am hungry, actually. Starving. “How do you know?” I peer up at him as I take a spoonful.
He shrugs. “I know you.”
I know you.
Simple words. A simple sentiment. Yet it strikes me at that moment how true his words are. He does know me. Not even my own mother knows my rhythms and needs as well as this man.
I shovel another bite into my mouth. “So dinner’s coming?”
“Da.”
“And the surprise.”
“Da.”
“Is dinner the surprise?” I guess.
His lips twitch. “Maybe.” He opens my tablet and swipes across the screen. As usual, his fingers work quickly. A few moments later, music fills the room. It’s Daft Punk-one of the songs I requested. I’d made the longest list I could come up with, with many obscure songs and bands, just to annoy him.
“My playlist?” I guess. “Is this the surprise? When did you have time to download it?”
He watches me, affectionate amusement making the normally harsh planes of his face appear soft and youthful. “I had it on my computer. I just transferred it over.”
“Thank you.” I take the tablet and sit cross-legged on the bed to scroll through. Vlad found every single song I requested. And loaded them in the exact order I wrote them down.
Satisfaction flows through me. And something else. Something dangerous… happiness.
Thirty minutes after Vlad came back, a knock sounds at the door. “That’s our dinner,” he says. “Go wait in the bathroom.”
“You could just let me wear clothes,” I protest, hopping off the bed.
“Nyet. No clothes for you.” He slaps my ass and I scurry forward, out of his way.
I wait in the bathroom until he calls me back and then I burst into laughter when I see what’s on the tray.
French fries.
Home made, not the frozen kind. Fresh out of a fryer.
“Is this my surprise?”
Vlad nods. “You said you like french fries. I ordered a fryer and Zoya made them fresh for you.”
I laugh, and then suddenly I’m crying.
“Alessia?” Vlad crosses quickly over to me and takes my shoulders. “What’s wrong? What is it?”
“Nothing. It’s just… this is really nice. Very thoughtful. And…” I can’t seem to stop the flood of unexpected tears. “I don’t want to fall in love with you, Vlad.”
Alarm flashes over his face. We stare at each other, both apparently terrified by what I said.
“Don’t-” he grits, like speaking pains him. “Don’t say that, or I’ll never let you go.”
“I won’t say it,” I say quickly, turning away.
He catches me, but doesn’t turn me back. Just wraps his arms around me from behind.
A few more tears fall. Emptiness descends. Emptiness, but also surrender. I gave him my vulnerability. He gave me his.
There’s a peace that comes with it. He’s not letting me go. But he’s holding me. He’s got me in a way no one has before.
There’s something to that, right?
I drag in a shaky breath. Turn around in his arms and lean my head against his strong chest. His heartbeat sounds against my ear.
I do love him.
It’s illogical and stupid, but I guess you can’t tell the heart anything.
“Come on,” he says, stepping backward, but still holding me with one arm. “Try Zoya’s french fries or she’ll be mad at me for all the work.”
I let out a watery laugh. “Are you kidding? I’m going to eat every last one of those fries. Well, maybe I’ll save some for Mika.”
“I guarantee Zoya made him his own.” I hear a smile in Vlad’s voice, and I tip my head up to see it.
“Zoya’s fond of Mika, right?”
“Da.”
“I can tell. That’s so sweet, considering how she seems like a crotchety old lady the rest of the time.”
Vlad chuckles. “She is a crotchety old lady. But she takes good care of us.”
Standing over the tray, I grab a fry and dip it in the ketchup, which also appears homemade. It tastes different, but not bad. “Mmm. She does take good care of us.”
Vlad slaps my ass lightly. “Get in bed. I’ll feed you.”
I roll my eyes, even as I obey. “My hands aren’t tied, buddy.”
He waggles his brows. “I can remedy that situation.”