Owned by the Italian Mafia Boss: Chapter 18

It’s been two weeks since I was kidnapped. Two weeks of staying in bed has bored me out of my mind. I just might die if I watch another T.V. show or read another book. I throw off the covers, and as if Carmine can hear the rustle of blankets from the kitchen, he zips into the bedroom quicker than I can take my next breath.

“Sweetling, you know you need to be in bed.” He comes around the corner and sets a water bottle down on the nightstand.

“No, I don’t. The doctor cleared me a week ago, Carmine. It wasn’t even needed. Whatever that guy injected me with is out of my system. The baby is okay. We’re healthy.” I place my palm on his chest and smile. “I want to feel the sun. I want to take my test, graduate and attend medical school. I have to live my life. We have to live our lives. We can’t do that if we’re stuck in the house. There’s an entire world to see out there.”

“I can bring the medical school to you,” he offers, as he rubs his hands up and down my arms. “I need you near me.”

“I need to be near you too, but I can’t be afraid. You and the guys have been on the lookout, right? Has Romano made a peep?” I ask, dipping my chin as he looks away. “Has he?”

“No.” He grits his teeth. “It’s as if they have gone underground. Coward. He knows I’m going to kill him, and he can’t show his face.” Carmine’s fingers drag across my flat stomach, and I lean my weight against him enjoying his touch. He’s made it a habit. He always finds a way to touch my stomach. It’s as if it’s his way of protecting me, protecting our baby.

“So, let’s go. I’ve only seen Christy, Caleb, and Ethan—”

Carmine growls when he hears Ethan’s name, and I slap him on the shoulder.

“Really? I’m married to you and pregnant with your child. Yet, you still have it out for Ethan?”

“He loves you.”

“And I love you.” I step close to him, sliding my fingers under his shirt. “Ethan doesn’t love me. He’s a good friend. Nothing more.”

“Silly woman.” He backs me against the bed. His eyes close for a moment as I skim the waistband of his pants with the tip of my finger. “You’re you. Of course, he loves you.”

“I don’t want him, Carmine. I’m yours.” I reach into his pants and wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a firm stroke. He is already hard and straining against his sweatpants. He hasn’t touched me sexually since he found me. I appreciate his concern, but I’m not made of glass. I stand on my tiptoes and delicately speak against his lips as I stroke him. “My thigh is better. It doesn’t hurt anymore. The stitches are gone. I’m all better now, Carmine. What are you going to do about it?” I stand on my tiptoes and delicately speak against his lips as I stroke him.

“Delilah.” My name is a rumble of warning, sending a sliver of fear down my spine.

“What?” I flick out my tongue and lick his bottom lip. “What are you going to do, Carmine? Anything?” I pull the strap of my tank top down my shoulder, and his nostrils flare. I squeeze the base of his cock harder, and he groans, flexing the muscle in his jaw as he tries to deny me.

I stroke him faster, and he grips the bedpost, catching himself as he falls forward.

And he still doesn’t break, but I need him to. I need him to erase all the bad off my skin and remind me I’m his. I need him to do this without me saying the words.

“You’re so big, Carmine. So hard, long, and thick. I miss having you inside me, stretching me.” I nibble his earlobe, and the post creaks. I look up to see that his knuckles are white from his grip. “Fuck me,” I beg him, licking up the shell of his ear.

“Delilah, we can’t. You’re healing,” he says, just as I swipe my thumb across the head of his cock. I tug his pants down and sink to my knees. I suck the length of him down my throat, and he shouts. “Fuck! You look so good on your knees, Delilah, Sweetling, mmm. Damn it; you’re breaking me.”

Good. I want him to break. I need him. He has no idea how much. I’ve been afraid every night, every day, every time I shut my eyes; being taken happens all over again. And then I feel Carmine, his arms wrapping around me, whispering into my ear that he has me, that everything is going to be okay.

I miss him.

I miss feeling owned by him, claimed, and possessed. Ever since he found me in the basement of the science building on campus, it’s as if he’s afraid to touch me.

But I’m afraid of him not touching me.

Am I ruined? Is that why he doesn’t want me?

Tears brim my eyes, and I suck him harder. He moans, yet still won’t touch me. I can’t take it anymore. I let him slip from my mouth, pull up my shoulder strap and wipe the tears from my cheeks.

“Just forget it, then. If you don’t want me, just say so.” I climb onto the bed since I’m trapped between him and the edge, and it’s the easiest way get around him so I can retreat to the bathroom, but he grabs me by the ankle and

yanks me across the bed.

“Carmine! Let me go.” I try to kick free, but he holds my legs down while pushing my panties to the side.

“You think I don’t want you? Are you out of your fucking mind?” Keeping me pressed to the bed, he climbs on top of me and uses his chest on my back to hold me in place. He doesn’t check to make sure I’m wet enough. He already knows when he sinks into me my pussy will be soaking wet and needy for him.

We moan in unison as he fills me for the first time in weeks.

“It’s been too long since I’ve felt you.” He pulls my head back by my hair, exposing my throat. “How could I not want you? Do you know how hard it’s been to lie next to you and not fuck you every night?”

“Why haven’t you? I’ve missed you. I’ve needed you,” I admit, just as he shoves my face back into the mattress, pounding into me relentlessly.

“Sweetling, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’ve been afraid. I’ve only ever wanted you to be okay. Your life, safety and health have been so important to me.” He grips my waist and lifts my hips. His hand splays my stomach. “I’ve needed you too. I’ve needed you so much.” He drives into me, his thick shaft piercing a depth only Carmine can reach. “You’re mine, Delilah. All mine.”

I don’t know why I need to hear those words so badly, but something releases inside my chest. Emotion wells in my eyes, and I hide my relieved smile in the bed, stuffing my face in the blanket while he rails into me hard and fast.

He flips me onto my back, gathers my legs, and hooks them over his shoulders while he watches himself slide in and out of me.

“You were made for me, made to take my cock. You were made just for me, weren’t you?”

I can’t answer. A moan is trapped in my throat. He tugs the front of my shirt to free my breasts and dips his head down. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, then releases it with a pop and brings his nose to mine. His erratic thrusts slow.

“I was so scared,” he admits, languidly kissing me. His breath comes out in broken beats, and when he looks at me, I see the fear and the pain. “I thought I lost you.” He places his hand on my hip and sinks in slowly, taking his time.

Time he has never taken before.

“You don’t know what that did to me.” He groans while he curls his hips, robbing me of my ability to breathe. “You’re too good for me and my world, but I won’t let you go. I’ll hunt you down. I’ll always find you because you belong with me, Delilah. The thought of something happening…I can’t. I can’t take something happening to you again.” His face pinches with pain before our mouths lock together, kissing and moving in harmony.

He always feels so good, as if he’s become a part of me. He’s somehow made my soul his home, and I never want him to leave.

“You’re all I have to keep me sane.” He drags his lips from mine and slides them down my neck. The pace of his cock dragging in and out slows, until it hurts. My insides burn with need, and my orgasm has been teetering me on edge. “Nothing can happen to you, Delilah. Nothing. If it means locking you away from life and keeping you to myself, then that’s what I’ll do.” He punches his hips forward and grabs every part of my body, his fingers digging into the flesh. He kisses the scabbed cut in the middle of my chest then turns his head, resting his cheek against the superficial wound.

He squeezes my hand in his, pushing it further against the bed with every pull of his cock. We are lost in one another. The pleasure is too much, too intense, but it’s everything I need.

We aren’t even fully naked. His sweatpants are pushed to his knees, and I’m still dressed in my tank top and panties. Still, I feel closer to him than I ever have.

“I never want to leave this bed,” he mutters, against my skin.

Wrapping his arms around me, he changes positions until he is on his back. He’s staring at me with dark chocolate eyes full of wickedness and sin. He tugs my tank top off and hums in approval. His wedding ring catches the light as he rubs his palms over my breasts.

“So perfect. I want to see these tits bounce as you fuck me, Sweetling,” he says, pushing my panties over more. “Look at you, taking all of me. You’re so wet for me. Do you hear it, Sweetling? Do you hear how much your pussy craves my cock?”

I close my eyes and cup my tits, pinching my sensitive nipples.

“Mine.” He slaps my hands away and replaces them with his. “I can’t wait to see them full and leaking.” His eyes roll back as his hips thrust forward. “That turns me on so much.” He leans forward, lapping at each nipple. “I can’t wait to taste it.”

“Carmine,” I gasp in surprise, but the thought of him wanting that part of me has me moving my hips faster.

“That’s it. Ride me. Fucking take this cock, Sweetling.”

His fingers find my clit, rolling it between his fingers, and I cry out. Falling forward, I press my hand to his chest to get leverage and fuck him harder.

“I can’t wait to see your belly round with my child, Delilah. You’re going to be so fucking sexy. How will I take you out in public when every man will want you?” He flexes his hips from the bottom to give me a sharp spike of pain.

My orgasm swirls, a light buzz swirling in my lower belly, and it causes me to move faster. With every slide of my hips, my clit rubs against his pelvis.

“That’s it. Use me. Take me. Take everything, Sweetling. I am yours.” The sheen of sweat gathered on his chest shines in the sunlight coming through the window, and the muscles across his broad shoulders flex.

His words send me flying over the edge. I come, and my orgasm lasts longer than ever before. He grips my hips and spears himself in and out of me before driving in one last time. His warmth fills me, then drips between us and causes a mess.

Carmine wraps his hand around the back of my neck and lowers me to his chest, our lips meeting and our tongues dueling while his fingers skim up and down my back.

I break the kiss and nestle my head against his shoulder.

He continues the gentle attention until my eyes grow heavy, and just before I fall into a peaceful sleep with him still inside me, I think

that I’m safe.

I’m home.

I’m his.