Owned by the Mob Boss (36 page)

My hands cupped her tits, pulling her back up so she was sitting on my lap backward.

"I can't…" she muttered.

"You can. You will."

She shifted her legs slightly and resumed her frantic pace. I kept my hands on her tits, squeezing them, tugging on her nipples. Her moans were growing louder and louder, and my grin was growing wider and wider to match. As soon as I touched her clit, she screamed. Another few thrusts and she was coming again.

Sky sagged against me, but I started to chuckle. "Oh, we're not done yet."

Over her shoulder, she glanced at me. "You haven't…"

"Not yet." I picked her up and, moving carefully so that I stayed inside of her, laid her on the bed so that she was on all fours. One of my favorite positions—doggie style. I could go in so deep and touch her wherever I wanted…

Now that I was in control—finally—I thrust into her deep, hard, and fast. She threw her head back, her long hair splaying across her back. Holding onto her hip with one hand, I pushed her hair aside with the other and kissed her neck. Her giggle quickly turned into a moan when I slammed into her again.

"Do you like that?" I asked, thrusting deeper.

"Oh… y-yes…"

"How about this?" I pulled all the way out of her and then plunged all the way back in.

Her scream echoed off the walls. So loud. Sky was a screamer, just like Allie had been.

"You like it, huh? I know what you like." My hands cupped her breasts again, using them as leverage as I thrust deep into her. I so wanted to come, and I was so close, but I also wanted to savor this moment. This was incredible. Having her again was incredible. I never thought I would ever have her again—not after she broke my heart, not after I left again this morning.

But then she had come back to me. She'd returned. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. We belonged together.

First and foremost, we belonged together in bed.

"You… do…"

I couldn't touch her enough—her breasts, her nipples, her flat stomach, her shoulders, her neck, her back, her ass… everywhere. Her body was a canvas, and I wanted to paint on her, to leave marks. I wanted everyone to know she belonged to me.

I began to massage her back with my fingers, leaving light kisses on her shoulders and upper back. She sighed beneath my touches.

But I couldn't be gentle for long. Wanting to claim her as my own, with my next kiss, I sucked hard, and then bit down on her neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. My mark. She was mine.

I licked, kissed, and nipped my way across her body. On her shoulders, the back of her neck, around toward the front of it, even by her hip.

I moved to flip her over, but as soon as I did, she wrapped her legs around me and shoved my shoulder so that I was knocked over onto my back. She straddled me once more and kissed me so passionately we were both left breathless. Then she moved her lips to my cheeks and then my neck, sucking hard. Each time her lips pressed against my skin, a shot of pleasure flooded throughout my body, heading straight to my cock.

I should've known I couldn't mark and claim her body without her doing the same. She was mine, but I was also hers.

Oh, God, her soft hands on my body, her lips, her tongue… I wasn't sure just how much longer I could hold out for.

"Your stamina is impressive," she murmured. She licked her way up my abs to my neck before kissing me. "Amazing. Are you always like this?"

"Believe me, we had our shares of quickies."

"Mmm." She smiled. "I like when we can take our time."

"You and me both, babe, you and me both. But…" I shifted to be on my arms. "If I don't come soon, my balls are going to explode."

"We can't have that now, can we?"

"No way."

She shifted to sit beside me, her eye twinkling, and hell, she'd never looked more beautiful. Her hair wild with passion, her face flushed, and her lips swollen. The marks on her neck were almost like a necklace, and all I could think was mine, mine, mine.

My cock was so hard it was throbbing, painfully with need. I got up, kneeling, and motioned her over. She started to hook her ankles together behind my back, but I pushed her legs apart and hoisted her legs onto my shoulders.

"That all right?" I asked as I lined myself up to the folds of her pussy.

She nodded, breathing heavily, her tits bouncing.

I drove into her, in one hard thrust, waiting to allow her body to take me all in I was enjoying myself, but my pleasure was contingent on hers.

At one point, she lifted her hips slightly.

"Am I not going fast enough?" I asked.

"No," she moaned.

"No?" I went even slower. "Hard enough?"

"No." She shook her head frantically.

I went even softer. "What about deep enough?"

"N—"

Without warning, I drove into her deep and hard, over and over again. Harder and faster with each thrust. Our breathing grew frantic, and our moans louder, and soon, I couldn't hold back any longer. With one more deep thrust, I spilled my cum deep inside of her, my cock pulsating as she screamed, "Sha… dow!"

"That's it, baby," I grunted.

"Oh… yes! Yes!" Her legs slid down off my shoulders and she lay quietly on the bed, eyes closed, a contented smile on her lips.

I laid next to her, pulling her close. Her body fit so perfectly in the crook of my arm, her head nestled against my neck.

This was what I was missing, what my life was been missing. A feeling I didn’t recognize at first, washed over me, and it took me a moment to realize what it was.

Happiness. I was happy.

With Sky.

But even as I felt this happiness, the doubt creeped in. I knew just how tenuous it was. At any moment, it could all go away. Sky could decide my flaws outweighed any positives. She could break my heart again, and I had a feeling that if she did, I would never recover. Or I could get caught by the police. A mission could go wrong, and I could be the one who ends up dead. Fuck, I could be hit by a car like Sky had been. So many things could go wrong, could ruin everything.

So, yes, I was happy, but for how long?

Sky

The sun shone through the window, and I stirred. My eyes opened, and I winced at the brightness. A groan escaped as I stretched my arms high above my head. A smile crossed my face and a welcome, and familiar soreness filled my body. Sex with Shadow was beyond amazing and last night the bar, he had definitely set the bar high. Almost too high. How could he top that? And what was amazing to me, was that he enjoyed what I did to him. I might not have my memories, but some things came naturally, and sex was one of them.

Shadow still slept, peaceful now. At times during the night, he had been a little restless… until I would touch his back or rub his shoulder. Then he would settle down immediately. It made me feel powerful like we were connected on another level and I needed that. After the terrible things that had happened to me recently, and what had happened to him in the past, we both needed each other.

We were two broken people; Shadow and I. He had one hell of a past and I couldn’t remember mine. I doubted that I knew everything that had happened to him. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I wanted to know all of the explicit details anyway. His past had molded him into the sexy badass biker he was today… But he was also a man who killed pedophiles. However deserving of it they may be, that was a part of him I could never accept.

As for me, a car accident left me with no memories of who I was. To make matters worse, after I was discharged from the hospital, two guys tried to abduct me. Luckily, Shadow had witnessed the abduction attempt and rescued me. We had dated before, apparently, but I had broken his heart and left him after learning that he was a killer. But, fate had brought us together again, and now I was hoping to rescue him from the darkness raging within, while also struggling to learn more about my past and forge a new life for myself, post-accident.

With a yawn, I sat up and stretched some more. We hadn't gotten much sleep last night and I had a feeling that was going to be the case for us for a long while. No way was I going to complain about that! There was just something about Shadow. I just couldn't tell him no. In the bedroom at least, there wasn't anything I wasn't willing to try, so long as it was with him.

Content to just sit there, I looked out the window. The day was ready, waiting for us and I had no idea what to expect. There was something so exciting about everyday being a new adventure… but I needed routine too, and I did have responsibilities I couldn't ignore for long, namely my hospital and therapy bills. Without a job, I had no way to pay them and without my memory, what place of employment would hire a girl who had no experience?

Ugh, I did not want to lose my good mood. I shifted to stare down at my hot biker stud and immediately felt better.

As if realizing he was being watched Shadow rolled over. "Time to get up already?" he asked, opening his eyes and grinning recklessly at me.

"Yes." I swatted his hand as he reached for my bare breast. Sleeping nude with him was already the standard. I wasn't sure who enjoyed the familiarity more, him or me.

"Fun," he muttered. He closed his eyes again then popped one eye open and then the other. "Come on." Shadow sat up easily, and I enjoyed watching his abs flex. The man was all muscle and I so loved how it felt to be in his arms. He climbed out of bed and started to pull on jeans.

"Someone's in a hurry," I commented, not wanting to get out of bed yet.

His sly wink had my stomach doing flips that sent jolts of pleasure straight through me. "I have plans for us for today."

"And they are?" My nipples hardened at his sexy tone.

"Just get dressed and grab a quick bite to eat. We're leaving in ten." He pulled on a shirt and left the room and all I wished, at that moment, was that he would come back to bed with me, that our day could start as an encore of last night.

As it turned out, it was actually fifteen minutes before we left the clubhouse, and the burnt pancakes I had eaten weren't sitting well in my stomach. Someone needed to teach those boys how to cook! But if Shadow was going to keep me up all hours of the night—which I wasn't going to deny either of us the pleasure of—that teacher was not going to be me.

I climbed onto his bike behind him and wrapped my arms around his midsection, hugging him tight. It was always a rush to ride with him. It felt so freeing, it made me feel so alive and right now, I needed that in my life. I needed him. Life seemed manageable with him, despite everything.

We zoomed along the Louisiana highway racing along the beach. The wind blew my hair back and I laughed, content. The day was glorious, sunny but not too hot, with fresh ocean breezes blowing our way. Already today seemed perfect, peaceful. Just the two of us. We could handle anything together.

Eventually, Shadow turned off the highway and drove us down to the beach. He parked and we walked along the warm sand. His hand felt right in mine and I couldn't stop smiling. My sister might hate Shadow, and while I wouldn't say I was in love with him, maybe someday soon I would be again. If I could just convince him to stop killing pedophiles, everything would be right in the world. But that meant he would have to come to terms with his past, and no way would that be an easy feat for him. It would take time. I would have to be patient. Shadow was worth saving, regardless of what Marie thought. I had been given a second chance at life. He deserved one too.

"If you had told me we were going to the beach, I would've…" I stopped and bit my lower lip. I didn't have a bathing suit. I didn't have much of anything. Shortly before the car accident, I had broken things off with Shadow. I didn't know where I moved to, where my clothes were, what my life had been like. Honestly, other than having a place to sleep and crappy food to eat, I didn't have much else in the world. Depression had clouded my life throughout my hospital stay and inpatient therapy sessions, and now that same dark fog was threatening to take over me again.

"We're not going swimming." He had been walking a little faster than me, but he'd halted when I had. Now he turned around to give me that lopsided smile of his, the one that made me weak in the knees.

"Where are we going?" I asked, squeezing his hand. We weren't exactly heading down the beach to the shore.

"Just you wait and see." He winked, looking so incredibly sexy, and tugged me along.

Shadow led me up a sand dune and into a little cove, mostly hidden from view from those down on the beach. As soon as shadows covered us from the midday sun, he pulled me into his arms, kissing me as if he might never have the chance to again. I pushed him back, trying to catch my breath, but he was already kissing me again. His hands fumbling with my shirt, rushing so he could touch my bare skin underneath it.

I broke away again, suddenly nervous. "Shadow." I glanced outside of the cove. There were so many people around. Despite the shadows concealing us, all they had to do was look up, and we, and what we were doing, would be very obvious. "What if someone sees us?"

"Trust me." His tongue trailed along my throat and my eyes fluttered close. "There's nothing like having sex in public. It's so dangerous…" His hands reached up beneath my shirt and unhooked my bra. "And erotic…" His hands now covered my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, making them so tight it almost hurt. The good kind of pain. "And un-fucking-believable."

While I might be willing to believe that—sex with Shadow was always unbelievable—but in public? Was he crazy? I mean, yeah, I was getting wet just thinking about how naughty this was but still…

"I don't think—"

"Sh." He pressed a finger gently against my lips. "Now isn't the time for thinking." His fingers tugged on my nipples, and a shot of pure pleasure coursed through me. My panties were already soaked.

I swallowed hard. "Maybe if we found another place, one that was less crowded, less exposed…"

"Babe, the more chances of being watched, the better." His eyes twinkled in a dark, teasing way, and I knew then that I was lost. As it turned out, I couldn't just not say no to him in the bedroom. When it came to sex, anything with him was a go.

Even so, I bit my lip and tried my best not to move or moan as his hands wandered over my body. I didn't want anyone to see. Our time was for us. No one else was invited.

"You're so tense. Relax, babe," he whispered into my ear before licking my earlobe.

I shivered. Just a flick of his tongue had my knees shaking. "I… I can't," I whispered.

"Try. Focus on me. Don't worry about anyone else. We're two people enjoying each other's bodies. We just happen to be outside. That's all." He pulled me closer to him, stroking my back.

Swallowing hard, I nodded. I could try. I would try.

He stepped back so there was a little bit of space between us and slipped his hand down the front of my denim miniskirt. I spread my legs to give him better access. "Fuck, you're so wet."

I was. And I was panting. Hot with desire. Okay, so maybe it was hot to think that someone might look our way. We were in the shadows, though, so what would they really see? Two faceless people sharing passion. No one would recognize us. What was the big deal?

But when he curled two fingers inside of me, I couldn't help tensing up.

"Relax, Sky," he whispered, his deep voice caressing my name. "Trust me."

I shook my head then pressed my forehead to his chest. "It's just…"

"If you let me, I can make this very enjoyable for you. But if you really want me to stop…" He removed his hand, pulling his fingers out of me.

I gasped at the lack of contact between us. My body craved him. He was like a drug and I was craving my fix. My Shadow. My best choice or my worst mistake? At this point, I wasn't sure and I wasn't about to try and sort through that right now.

With a slight grin, feeling a little better about the situation, I grabbed his hand. "You'll make me enjoy it?"

He nodded, that wicked glint in his eye making me squirm with desire. "Oh, yeah, babe."

"Go ahead," I dared him, desperately wanting him to make good on his word.

His chuckle had me smiling shyly, but when one hand grabbed my ass and the other went back to stroking the heat between my thighs, my smile turned more sly than shy. I wiggled a hand between us—we were standing very close—grabbing his cock through his jeans. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. Every time I touched him, I couldn't get over how long, thick, and big he was. I didn't know if I had ever been with a man other than Shadow but right now, he was more than enough for me. Just him, me, and his big hard cock.

I giggled uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" He kissed the hollow of my neck and I rubbed against his cock harder in response, loving how he seemed to grow in my hand.

"Your cock is all I need." I winked at him, feeling fun, flirty, and free.

"Not me?" he asked. "Just my cock?"

"Mm-hm." I nodded, loving that he seemed offended.

"Should I just get you a dildo?" Before I could respond, he bent down slightly and took a nipple into his mouth through my shirt.

A strangled gasp tore out of me, I wrapped my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. I wanted to feel all of him against me, needing his touch, craving it, yearning for it with everything I had.

"Can a dildo do this?" he whispered as he bent down more, kneeling in front of me. He lifted my miniskirt enough to put his head between my legs and licked my swollen clit through my soaked undies. Oh, God, THAT felt amazing.

"N-no…" I could hardly talk. Or stand.

"Or this?" He shoved not one, not two, but three fingers past my panties and inside of me as he continued to work my clit through the fabric of my underwear. I rocked my hips forward, grinding against his face. When my orgasm rolled through me, all I could do was crumble down around him, my legs unable to support me. My body already spent and satisfied.

"No," I whispered, my eyes closed, breathing heavily. "I guess I don't just need your cock."