Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Micah doesn’t touch his meal while I devour mine. When I catch him smiling at me, I pause with my fork halfway to my mouth.

“No, no, eat,” he says when I start to put my fork down. “I had a late lunch.”

I finish the last bite then place my fork over the plate. I could eat three more servings, but I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one night.

As soon as my fork hits the plate, two waiters rush into the room and clear away our dishes and the untouched basket of bread.

“Dessert?” one of them asks, pausing near Micah.

“Please, no,” I say, touching my hand to my stomach.

Micah gives a small shake of his head, and the waiter disappears through the kitchen door. Before the waiter closes the door, he flicks a latch.

“They won’t be back until I unlock the door,” Micah explains when he catches me staring.

“Everything was delicious,” I say as the silence stretches between us. “I can see why you have so many people waiting to get in.”

“The reservation bookings are full for the next three months,” he tells me.

“Three months? Then what was all that at the front? I thought they were waiting for a table.”

“We leave four tables for drop-ins, people wait over two hours to be seated.” He grins. “People passing by see the crowd and they are intrigued about the restaurant.”

“So, you use customers as bait to drive in more customers.” I smile. “That’s a good idea.”

“It’s working well so far.”

“And do you think you’ll open another restaurant? Out by Dominik there’s mostly chain restaurants. Something unique like this could do well.”

“I’m hoping to expand, yes.” He drums his fingers on the tabletop. “What did you and Kasia talk about this afternoon?”

The question sucks the wind from my lungs. Dimitri wasn’t as oblivious to us as I thought. And he’s told Micah everything.

“Are you afraid she’ll save more women from your father’s stable?” The question comes out harsher than I intended, but there’s no taking it back.

He narrows his eyes. “I’m afraid of what will happen to my wife if she acts against my father.”

“I’m not your wife yet,” I remind him.

“You will be in short order, Lena, and I don’t want you doing anything against my father. Do you understand?”

“What your family does-” I look away. “It’s wrong. Worse than wrong.”

His fingers curl into a fist on the tabletop but his expression remains soft. “I will worry about my family business. You will worry about going to school, getting good grades, being my wife, and raising our children.”

“Is there a rush for children?” I ask. “Because I can’t… I’m not able to become pregnant yet.”

“Why is that?”

“I have an implant. It’s good for another year.”

“You didn’t mention it before.”

“We haven’t had a real conversation about our marriage before,” I point out. “We don’t even know each other, Micah. Can we not wait for children at least a year?”

He stares at me in silence. His thoughts could be anywhere, but I can’t read him. I can’t tell what he wants.

“You’ll stay away from my father’s business dealings? I can’t control Kasia, but I will not have you involved.” His hand flattens on the table. “I’m asking you to trust me on this, Lena. I know we aren’t close yet, but I want your trust. I will handle the stable.”

“And you’ll give me a year before we try to bring children into this?” It’s a horrible deal, and one I’m not entirely sure I can honor. If Kasia has a plan, if she needs help, I’m not sure I’ll be able to tell her no. But so far, she has no plans to do anything, so it’s a safe deal to strike.

“You’ll have a year,” he promises me.

“Okay.” I nod. “I can do that.”

“My father won’t hesitate to hurt your family if there’s any more meddling. I don’t want you caught up in that.” Concern underlines his statement, making it easier to concede for the moment.

“Kasia isn’t going to do anything, Micah,” I reveal. “She only showed me the pictures of the girls she saved that one night. She wanted me to understand why she did what she did.”

“And do you?”

I raise my chin. “I do. I would have done the same, I think, in that situation. Those women-” I stop my words before the raw anger returns and I end up fighting with Micah. It’s been a good evening. Ruining it now would serve no purpose.

Micah’s chair moves smoothly across the floor as he rises. Walking toward me, he pins me in place with another hungry stare. When he reaches me, his fingertips run along my jaw, capturing several strands of my hair that he tucks behind my ear.

“You’re much stronger than I anticipated.” His admission surprises me. “More willful but not in the brat sort of way I expected.” He gently picks up my hand and helps me up from my seat, pulling me close into his chest.

“You did call me a brat at first,” I remind him.

He laughs. “I thought for sure you were a spoiled brat. But I was only going off rumors; now I have the real thing in my hands I can see that’s not the case.” He trails one finger along my jaw, then down to my shoulder.

“Because I speak my mind, that’s why people think I’m a brat. They think I should be quiet and follow orders like a good little girl.” I enclose his finger in my hand and bring it to my mouth. “But that’s not me.” I wrap my lips around the tip of his finger and gently suck.

His jaw tightens and a low rumble crawls up from his chest. I don’t bother hiding my victorious grin as I pull his finger out of my mouth, dragging it across my lips.

“You shouldn’t tease me, Lena.” He rips his finger from my grip and snatches my wrist, yanking me into his chest.

I tilt my head back as far as I can to look up at him. “Who said I’m teasing?”

His chest vibrates with an animalistic growl. “Go to the door and lock it so we won’t be disturbed by anyone accidentally walking in here,” he directs me, spinning me away from him. The waitstaff can’t come in through the kitchen, but someone could come in from the hallway.

“Lock it?” I wrinkle my forehead.

He smacks my ass. “That’s what I said.”

Maybe I’ve bit off more than I can chew with my teasing, but the heat spreading across my body is too inviting to ignore. I make my way to the door, making sure to keep my steps slow and graceful.

“Stay there,” he says after I’ve flicked the lock on the handle. I cross my arms over my chest and stick out a hip.

Micah pulls a chair from the table and flips it around so he’s facing me. He makes a show of pulling off his jacket and draping it over the back of the chair. Easily, he unbuttons his sleeves and rolls them up to his elbows.

My ass twitches in remembrance of the last time he prepared himself like this.

“You said yourself I was good today,” I say, cringing inwardly at my own voice. I shouldn’t be so willing to let him punish me at his will, but if he were to crook his finger at me now and tell me to lie over his lap, I would.

He finishes with his sleeves and scoots his ass up on the seat, hooking his thumbs into his belt.

“You were a good girl, and now I want to see if you’re going to make good on your tease, or not.” He eyes the floor before my feet. “Get on your hands and knees, Lena, and crawl to me. Show me that you can be my obedient good girl. Not for anyone else, but for me.”

My cheeks erupt in flames at the suggestion, but it takes only a moment’s hesitation before I’m doing exactly as he’s instructed. I pull up the hem of my dress to keep it from getting in the way as I sink down to the floor. I inhale a slow breath, then raise my chin until my gaze locks on his.

One hand forward, then my knee, then my hand again, I crawl inch by inch toward this man who looks ready to devour me if I get too close. I can’t deny how wet I am by the time I arrive at his leather loafers. His legs are spread, and he looks down through them at me.

I inch closer, between his thighs, toward the part of him I want now. His hands still cover his belt.

“Open your mouth, Lena. Show me you’re ready for me, ready to suck my cock.”

His words are crude and crass, and exactly what makes my body respond. I lean back onto my heels and open my mouth for him.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Good girl,” he smiles, and there’s that crease again. It gives him a playful charm, but I won’t misunderstand it as weakness. This man can take whatever he wants; I don’t forget that.

He works his belt open quickly, pulling his zipper down and opening his pants in front of me. He shoves his pants and boxers down, letting them fall to his ankles. I maneuver to fit between his knees and not kneel on his discarded slacks.

With a fist around his cock, he reaches the other hand out to my head, touching me lightly. I don’t need any more hints; I lean forward and wrap my lips around his thick head. I smile as the hiss of his pleasure hits my ears.

“Hands behind your back, princess,” he says, and for the first time it comes out as an endearment instead of an insult. I fold my hands together behind my back and bob down on his cock. He’s long and thick; he fills my mouth and hits the back of my throat before I’ve reached the base of his cock.

“Swallow,” he says, pushing my head further down until I choke. “No.” His gentle touch turns into a firm fist in my hair as he holds me down on his cock. “Swallow and take me, Lena. All the way.”

Tears prick my eyes as I swallow him down, breathing through my nose, and desperately struggle not to gag on him. Inch by inch, I get more of him down my throat. As I swallow again, the coarse curls at the base of his cock tickle my nose.

“Blyad,” he groans. Fuck. I don’t know many words in his language, but that one I’m familiar with. “So good, baby.” He lets me up but only for one deep breath before he pushes me back on his cock.

“Again, princess. Swallow me whole.” He shoves harder, faster this time and I have to quickly work to accommodate his size in my throat. Once he hits the back of my throat, he drops his grip from my hair.

I bob down on his cock again, licking the underside of his dick as I make my way down, and sucking hard as I withdraw. His hands move to the side of my face.

“Hold still,” he orders, his voice raw. I stop moving, but it’s only a moment before he’s thrusting upward at me. Fucking my throat from beneath me. I swallow as best I can, open for him as tears roll down my cheeks.

I grip tighter on my wrist behind me to keep from reaching forward.

Harder and faster he thrusts, and I steel myself for his impending orgasm. For the hot ropes of his cum that will spray my mouth, down my throat.

But it’s not to be.

He yanks from my mouth, pushing me gently back as he sucks in deep breaths. He curses again in Russian, but I don’t know these words. Glancing up at his expression, I can see he’s frustrated. I run my tongue over my lips, gathering the strings of saliva that have escaped.

“Come here, princess.” He reaches down and helps me to my feet. With my hands still behind me and still wearing my heels, I need his assistance, so I don’t fall on my face-or his.

His large, warm hands glide up my legs, beneath my dress until he reaches my panties. Hooking his thumbs into the elastic band, he drags them back down, letting them fall to my feet.

“Step out,” he says, watching me obey him. I think it makes his cock even harder.

Once my panties have been properly discarded, he pushes my dress up over my hips, exposing me completely to his view. I close my eyes and turn away. Last night was somewhat easier because his gaze didn’t linger.

“How wet are you?” he asks, looking up at me, his finger poised to slip between the folds of my pussy. My clit pulses at the thought of his touch.

“Very,” I say, running my tongue over my now dry lips.

He brings his knees together and fists his cock again. It glistens with my saliva still.

“Ride me, princess. Keep your hands where they are,” he orders when I start to move them.

My shoulders burn, but I’m not ready to chance disobeying him, so I keep them where they are. I step forward, straddling his lap, lining his cock up with my aching pussy.

“Down.” He grips my hip and guides me down onto his cock. I stretch around his head, and I pause for a moment. He feels bigger this way. “Down,” he says again, moving his hand from my hip to smack my ass.

“It’s hard like this,” I say, but he shows no mercy.