Controlled: A Dark Mafia Romance

Chapter 8

Bella

The chauvinistic hunk was nothing but an uncaged animal, his sophisticated appearance unable to hide the real man inside, the one who was capable of anything.

Including murder.

I sensed it. I felt it in my bones.

Besides, Jonas wouldn’t lie to me.

Creed was dominating and aggressive, rugged yet refined and damn my body for craving it. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I needed to get out of here, but I’d tried and failed. I was his captive for as long as he wanted.

He was a fantasy that I needed to sweep from my system. But how?

In my mind, I knew that being near this man was disturbing, dangerous in every way, but I found myself spiraling out of control. And I knew that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted me off-kilter, uncertain how I felt about him, but longing for his possessive touch.

Weren’t all powerful men like that? Refusing to take no for an answer. I was ready to laugh except that he’d found a way to keep me tingling all over like some high school girl with a crush instead of a living and breathing woman. I wasn’t na?ve by anyone’s standards, no mattered how shuttered the first part of my life had been. I was a smart girl, a straight-A student, and someone who’d been around the block with druggies and porn stars, starlets and hunks fearful of getting older.

I’d researched predators for a school paper and this man was a person to be terrified of. There were two distinct definitions for the term. One was an animal who had a natural instinct and need to prey on another, usually an inferior creature. The other meaning was all about a person who ruthlessly exploited someone else.

Creed fell into both categories.

He believed himself to be superior to everyone, a lion king capable of inflicting damage or worse. I sensed it. I smelled his power. He oozed with his dark domination, and his need to be in control of everything and everyone around him. It was part of his attractiveness and a natural warning issued to those he considered enemies.

And I had the distinct feeling he had dozens if not hundreds of those.

He’d managed to get poor Adelaide to strike a check in less than two minutes. I’d seen the annoyance from seeing him grow to raw terror, as if the man was her nightmare, her nemesis. But she’d followed his orders to the letter. I would be considered a hero to Marcia and the rest of the ballet if I turned in the check, but at what price?

As he continued bringing his hand down from one side to the other, I was thrown by both the pain and the twisted feeling of exhilaration. I shouldn’t be feeling anything but disgust for the man, but I’d sickened myself by capturing the moment my mind had gone as wild with need as my body had. There was no denying my attraction to him because my desire was wafting all around.

My stomach rolled as the anguish started to morph, kicking me in the gut as the strange longing for him continued to break through my skin. Everything he’d told me about myself had been true, so much so that I could swear the man had been stalking me even though I knew otherwise.

I’d stopped struggling, hoping that my compliance would bring this horror show to an end. Instead of fighting him I was wiggling on his leg, which only added to the friction and the desire coursing through me. I cinched my eyes shut, trying to control my breathing. Why was this happening? Why did this man want me and in turn, how could he arouse me as much as he was doing?

When he stopped his actions, I smashed my hands against the wall, doing what I could to push him off. He snagged my waist, keeping me in position, his breathing more labored than before. That’s when I realized just how turned on he’d become, the bulge between his carved thighs even thicker.

I moaned over the gag, fighting him all over again as he rolled his finger down the crack of my ass.

“I was right about you, lovely Bella. You’re wet, your pussy glistening. I bet you’re as sweet as you taste. And I have no doubt we’re going to be very good together.”

I’d read about shit like this happening to women in romance novels, but I wasn’t used to a man being so forward. Even my worthless dickhead of a boyfriend had been sweet and gentle at first. Maybe those were the real assholes in life. He’d turned out to be nothing more than a piranha. At least this dominating hunk of guy was straightforward in agreeing he was a bad man while taking what he wanted.

Or maybe what he believed he was owed.

When he drove a single finger into my tight channel, I was floored he’d go this far. It was one thing to try to impress me, another to chase me down, but to take me like this was as repulsive as the man and his reputation.

But he was right that I was wet, my pussy throbbing. I wasn’t certain what that made me or what I should think about myself. That I craved a bad boy like all the other female ballet dancers, and some of the boys too? I couldn’t stop shivering and it only had so much to do with my repulsion.

“Yes, it would seem my sweet ballerina enjoys more than a taste of the darkness. I will keep that in mind.” He righted me after making the statement, another profound one that would haunt me for about a thousand reasons. It was as if he’d seen through me, right to my soul but when I was able to look him in the eyes once again, I could tell he didn’t have one.

It was as if I was looking into an obsidian hole, a man who had no conscience, no morality, and not a scrap of humanity.

And God help me, I found his brand of evil exciting.

He slowly removed the gag, bringing the lace to his nose and taking a deep whiff. As he tilted his head back, closing his eyes and a smile crossing his face, I was once again mesmerized by him.

There was no denying the man or what he wanted.

I wasn’t certain what to expect but as he shoved me against the elevator wall again, I was terrified I didn’t have any fight left in me. He wasn’t giving me the option of doing so, pushing me up along the cold steel until my feet were completely off the floor. He was so strong, the form-fitting tuxedo unable to hide his incredible muscles. He was almost a foot taller than me, outweighing me by well over a hundred pounds.

And it was all muscle, every inch of him. I stared down, as he threw one of my legs over his shoulder, easily keeping me aloft as if I weighed nothing. Only when he blew across my pussy did I break free from the spell he’d placed me in.

“What… What are you doing?” My voice was breathless, the sensations rocketing through me certainly not normal.

“Feasting.” The one word was followed by an intense growl before he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit.

I threw my head and both arms against the hard surface, fighting another scream rising to the surface. It wasn’t going to do me any good. No one had tried to stop him from following me. I’d seen several people’s expressions, their faces filled with an eerie combination of awe and horror. But there had also been extreme admiration from the men, lust from the women.

His arm was wrapped around my leg holding me in place, but I slapped my hands against the elevator wall, pitching and bucking as he sucked on my tender bud.

The heat was continuing to build between us, his tongue already creating a wild throbbing so deep inside I was panting. He was very good at what he did. For all his forcefulness from before, he was surprisingly gentle, acting as if I was a precious flower instead of the woman he’d accosted.

Or had he?

Maybe he was right about that as well. I was surrendering to him without trying with everything I had to fight him off. Somewhere inside, I was fearful it made me not just a bad person, but a lot like him. That wasn’t just disturbing. It was petrifying.

He continued sucking until my nub was extra sensitive, every lick of his rough tongue forcing me to issue a strangled moan.

I tossed my head back and forth, scratching my nails down the steel wall. I was as crazed with desire as I was sick with fear that this was indeed just the beginning. What would I do if he tried to see me again?

I had no clue, none at all.

Creed dragged his tongue up and down my pussy, driving me perfectly insane. I must have fallen into some mental trap that had yanked me into shock because I was actually enjoying the sensations. I lolled my head, licking my dry lips, loathing the fact I could still taste my own desire after sucking on my panties.

My muscles ached, my bottom on fire from the man’s large palm but the electric vibrations coursing through me were phenomenal. I hated myself for thinking that way or any way other than with horror and disgust.

I realized my moans had gotten louder. If anyone was able to hear us, I would be tossed head over heels into a full-blown level of embarrassment. Maybe the warm flush creeping up my face was a clear indication I’d always reached that level. I felt nauseous, overtly anxious even though the excitement continued to build.

How sick was it to respond this way? When he drove his tongue past my swollen folds, it was all I could do to keep from orgasming on the spot.

Creed shifted his head back and forth, taking his time to lick and tongue fuck me as if he had all the time in the world. Within seconds, I couldn’t control my body’s actions any longer, the buildup of need and longing for someone, anyone to care about me spiraling out of control. This wasn’t the man I’d wished for. He was no hero, only a brutal villain with evil on his mind.

But as the scattered moan became a sharp cry of pleasure, my pussy clenching and releasing, he refused to stop. His tongue was a lethal weapon, pushing me from one climax to another within seconds.

“Oh, God. No. This can’t be…” I couldn’t think clearly enough to be able to finish the sentence. I could tell he was enjoying every second of making me feel uncomfortable. Or orgasmic. I wasn’t certain but it didn’t matter. What did was that I’d let myself go around a dangerous stranger.

I was shaking all over, incapable of controlling my breathing or the filthy thoughts soaring in the back of my mind. As I started to recover from the absurdity of orgasming in front of a feral animal, he dropped me to my feet. Instantly, I could tell my legs were unsteady.

I was hopeful he’d let me go, but when he cupped the side of my face, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my cheek as he’d done before, the electric tingling sensations flashed through both of us all over again. My body reacted involuntarily again, my back arching as I pitched my hands against his chest. I couldn’t believe how firm his abs were. Forget about six-pack abs. The man was carrying twelve easily, his sculpted physique a clear indication he was structured about his body as it seemed he was about the women he craved. Or used. Or wanted. Or…

“Why me?” I asked out of the blue. I was cognizant my dress was still bunched around my waist, the sinful feeling of being exposed to this… man entirely too bizarre. Yet it also felt freeing, as if I was flying high, letting go of all my inhibitions. That wasn’t normal or right.

But it was something I’d dreamt about being able to do my entire life.

I’d been so protected, my mother pretending I was a Barbie to dress up and play with yet never being allowed to venture out on her own. Hell, as a small child, it had felt as if I’d been living in Barbie’s Dream House.

Or a glass cage carrying tiny fissures.

When it had finally shattered into a million pieces, it had taken me two years to pick up the pieces for myself, learning how to be a real adult.

“Why you?” He seemed thoroughly confused by my question.

I nodded, my breathing still as scattered as it had been all along. “Yes. I’m just a dancer, a girl with big dreams. You’re a billionaire entrepreneur, so why me?”

He seemed thoughtful at first, as if hoping he could find the right answer. He cocked his head, giving me the same kind of onceover I’d seen in my dressing room and in the sultry club where I worked. The answer wasn’t one I’d expected but one that as crazy as it sounded both floored and seduced me in an entirely different way.

“Because you were meant to be mine.”

The look on his face was completely possessive, as if he’d waited for months for the perfect sports car to be built just for him. Every specification had to be to his liking. He kept his firm grip on my jaw, and I didn’t realize what he was doing with his other hand until it was too late. Using his knee, he spread my legs wide open, shifting between them.

And when he pressed the tip of his cock against my swollen, wet folds, I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into his muscles. I didn’t recognize the gasp I issued or the moan of passion. I was thrown by the rush of tingling vibrations and the way my pussy continued to throb, squeezing tightly around his big, fat cock.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” I couldn’t stop panting, stars floating in front of my eyes. I was shocked at how incredible it felt. I should be screaming in anger and fear instead of whimpering in the throes of passion.

He never blinked, his eyes shimmering in the lighting as if he was capturing more than just my body. I could almost see him as a vampire sucking the life out of me. But I was so energized it was as if I was taking what I needed from him. I continued to shake as he pulled out, driving into me again with such force I was thrust against the wall.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.

I obeyed him without question, clinging to him as the only lifeline I had. I crushed my knees against his hips, struggling to make sense of the entire evening. It had had highs and lows and I wasn’t certain what to call this. He was powerful and enigmatic, so sensual yet dominating that it wasn’t easy to put him in any kind of category.

Or understand the way I was feeling.

He’d seen something in me that reminded him of what he needed in his life. The thought almost made me laugh. The pleasure only intensified, my entire body aching as the rush of adrenaline built to a point that I was lost in a haze of lust and need, trying to come down from a twisted plateau I shouldn’t be on. But here I was. Here he was.

And I knew in my heart the man would never let me go.

He fucked me long and hard, going deeper into my tight channel. As he leaned forward, nipping my earlobe, growling like the beast he’d presented himself to be, I wasn’t certain I’d be able to walk out without assistance.

If he was planning on allowing me. The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until now. Would he let me go or had I become his prisoner?

There was no more thinking to be done, no more speculating about his future decisions. As an even more powerful climax swept through me, I suddenly erupted in a silent scream, unable to vocalize the way this brutal man made me feel.

Creed continued thrusting brutally and fast, now planting both his hands on either side of me, his savage movements shoving me up and down the wall as if I was nothing but a tool he could use and toss away. But it was his forever piercing eyes that reminded me of how hungry he remained.

As I started to come down from the incredible moment of rapture, he slowed his movements, his tender actions as confusing as the man had already become to portions of my mind. I could tell he was close to coming, his breathing changing once again, his entire body tensing like mine had done the moment I’d met the man.

Every sound he made was barbaric and I had to admit I loved hearing his growls and grunts, just another reminder he was nothing but an animal in heat.

With five even more merciless thrusts, he threw his head back, shaking to the point that I was certain he was having a seizure. But there was no doubt he was filling me with his seed.

He slammed his palm against the wall seconds later, his gasping breath matching mine. His head was lowered, but it didn’t stop me from seeing he was angry or frustrated, shifting his head from side to side.

When he finally looked me in the eyes again, another grin popped across his face, but I could swear it was almost demonic.

He pulled completely out, taking a single step backward and raking both his hands through his hair. “Get your affairs in order, lovely ballerina. In forty-eight hours, you will belong to me. And there is nothing you can say or do that will stop me.”

He slapped his hand on the button, the elevator almost immediately jerking to a start, and the electric current tumbling through my body was entirely different than before.

Maybe because I knew the bastard of a man, the monster of anyone’s nightmares had full intentions of making good on his promise.

And there was nothing I could do about it.