Kidnapping a Mafia Boss

Chapter Nine – Thea

I end up on the floor after a while. I pouted, cursed the motherfucker out, and imagined all the ways I’d hurt him, along with some imaginary scenarios that involved me sneaking out of here without Silus catching me—but I know better than to try my luck.

Honestly, I’m confused and annoyed. Any other bad guy would’ve just taken what he wanted from me and then killed me when he was done with me, but no, Silus has to be different. Silus has to be freaking psychotic and act like he’s obsessed with me after knowing me for a few hours.

I mean, what the fuck?

So, yeah, I end up on the carpet, my legs and arms spread out like I’m in the middle of making an angel in the snow, and I stare at the ceiling, wondering if his goons caught my brother already.

If I run, and they have Max? He’ll hurt Max. He made that clear already; if I misbehave, if I try to escape, Max will take the brunt of it. As much as I want to be in it for myself and myself only, I can’t do that to my brother. He’s pretty much my best friend, the only family I could count on my whole life.

I’m stuck here until Silus decides it’s time to let me go, assuming he doesn’t kill me before then, of course. Because who knows? The mafia boss might get tired of little old me and decide there are greener pastures somewhere else.

What really pisses me off the most is the fact that he can say all those things, that he can kiss me like that—toe-curling, mind-blowing, etcetera—and pull himself off me and walk away. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the man is teasing me, tempting me, wanting me to beg for his dick.

I will never beg for that man’s cock. He can go fuck himself.

I cover my face as I groan. I need to remind myself of that anytime I’m with him, because for some strange reason it’s all too easy for me to close my eyes and give in to Silus anytime that black stare is on me.

Fucking hell. How did it end up like this? I told Max his plan was going to backfire in our faces, but I didn’t think it would blow up quite like this . This is crazy.

I lay on the carpet for what must be hours. The next thing I know, Silus is walking in, lugging a large box behind him. “Still pouting?” he asks when he sees me—though I do sit up once he enters the room.

“Fuck off,” I hiss, which only makes him smile. He must get a kick out of my attitude or something, I don’t know, but it’s annoying, seeing him smirk and smile every single time I’m trying to act tough.

“Interesting choice of words. A pity you didn’t say fuck you,” he says, dropping the long box against the wall opposite the door. The door is open, but I know better than to try to make a run for it. With his long legs? The man’ll catch me in two strides. “Because I could think of a few comebacks to that.”

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what sorts of remarks he would’ve said if I would have chosen to say fuck you instead of fuck off .

“We can’t all be comedians,” I deadpan.

All Silus does is smile as he leaves the room. He’s not gone for long, however; within another minute he returns carrying another box. I sit, hugging my knees to my chest, watching as he carries box after box into the room, leaning them against the wall and laying one or two down. I don’t offer to help. I’m the kidnapee here, so I’m not lifting a finger.

I don’t get up to inspect the boxes, but I see some pictures. A bedframe, a tall and a short dresser, and a desk. All for little old me in this prison cell.

The final thing Silus brings into the room is a screwdriver, and he slips it into his pants’ pocket before unbuttoning his suit jacket. “What do you want to build first?” he asks as he pulls off his suit jacket and drapes it over one of the boxes leaning against the wall. The man wears all black, like the devil himself, and I hate how good he looks.

He begins rolling up the sleeves to his black, button-up shirt, and I get a little too distracted by his bare arms. The man has tattoos on both his forearms, and I hate how I’m instantly more attracted to him as a result.

Tattoos are sexy, okay? I don’t make the rules.

When I don’t say a word, he says, “All right, I’ll choose. We’ll start with the bed frame so we can get your mattress set up.” He pulls the respective box to the middle of the room, laying it between us, and then he pulls out the screwdriver from his pocket to use it to help undo the staples holding the box shut.

“Why didn’t you have them build it?” I ask with a frown. If I don’t focus on frowning, I might just stare at Silus a little too hard and make a fool of myself—and I don’t want that. It’s bad enough he’s the most attractive guy I’ve ever seen; I don’t need to act like some wimpy schoolgirl with her first crush.

“I thought we could build the furniture together. It’ll be a bonding experience.”

I laugh, but that laugh tapers off immediately when I realize he’s not kidding. “You’re serious. You… want us to bond while building furniture?” It all sounds so ridiculous when I say it. How come he sounded so damned sexy when he said the words?

Silus’s wide shoulders go up and down once. “We have to get to know each other somehow, and what better way than this? I don’t know if you know this, but when you’re building furniture with someone, you get to know the real person.”

“And how’s that?”

He opens the long, rectangular box and starts pulling out the labeled pieces. The screws are all kept in sealed plastic. “It’s sort of like a road trip. You’re stuck with that person, in a confined space, for an exceedingly long amount of time. Building furniture? It’s the same idea.” He pulls out a small set of instructions, which he then offers to me. When I don’t take it right away, he says, “Unless you’d rather do the building?”

Scoffing at him, I lean over and snatch the instructions out of his hand. “Shouldn’t you, just, know how to put it together? Why do we even need this?” I wave the instructions in the air.

The way Silus looks at me after that makes me feel like I just said the most impractical thing. “When you do something, you have to do it right. I’ve never built these things before. Do you want to be fast asleep and woken up by your bedframe giving way when you make a wrong move? Or your dressers collapsing when you open a drawer and breaking your legs?”

“Call me crazy, but I don’t think that would happen—”

“It came with instructions,” Silus tells me, “and we are going to use those instructions. Is that clear?” The way he says it, there’s no arguing with him. He means business. For a man that gets such a kick out of me, he sure does like order.

I can see there will be no arguing with him, so I resign myself to my fate: the person who reads the instructions. Never thought I’d be one of those people. Then again, I guess Max and I never bought any new furniture for the house—anything we brought home was always second-hand and obviously already built.

Throughout the course of telling Silus what to do, I learn that reading instructions is exactly as miserable as I thought it would be. I also might skip a step on accident, which somehow causes everything to get thrown out of whack, and forces Silus to undo half of what he did to correct the issue.

As much as I wanted to believe Silus was full of shit, I do learn as we slowly get the hang of things—me following along with the instructions and Silus diligently building—that Silus is actually a patient man. He doesn’t get upset with me when I skip a step or when I tell him to use the wrong screws.

Unfortunately for me, his patience only makes him hotter.

Like, what the fuck? Just when I think I’ve seen the limit to how hot a man can be, there goes Silus, proving me wrong. Stupid man. Stupid, ridiculously sexy man.

Once we get the hang of it, we blow through the furniture. The bedframe with the headboard, the dressers, and the desk. Newly-built, Silus arranges them in the room, and then he brings in a new mattress and box spring for me.

“There,” Silus says once the mattress is set up. “Now you don’t have to lay on the floor.”

“Ooh, goody. Lucky me.” The bed still needs sheets. I stare hard at the plain mattress because if I don’t look at that, I might be tempted to look at Silus, and with a fresh bed in the room, I bet my ass I know where his mind is.

Silus smirks at me as he leans on the taller dresser. “You should consider yourself lucky. If I was someone else, you’d be dead already.”

“What time is it?” I ask. I don’t have my phone; it’s at the house. For obvious reasons, I don’t think Silus is going to get me a new one.

“Why? You have nowhere else to be, love.”

Even though it’s a terrible idea, I tear my gaze off the mattress and land it on Silus. “I just… did your men find my brother? Did they hurt him? Is he safe?”

He rolls his shoulders. “And why should I tell you anything, hmm?”

The bed sits between us, and I don’t exactly trust myself to get closer to him, so I settle for placing both hands on the mattress and leaning on it as I say, “Please. I need to know. Max is the only family I have other than my mom—”

“Who’s in prison right now because she got caught in public with an open container and quite a bit of crack. It was her third strike, and they put her away. I do have to say, I’m impressed you and your brother would care enough about helping her when she probably spent your entire childhood helping no one but herself.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “How did you know that?”

“Thea, what did you think I was doing when you were in here, pouting? Ordering you everything you’ll need, yes, but also calling a few friends to see what I can find out about you.” He runs a hand through his black hair, and the action draws attention to the tattoos on his forearm.

Those fucking sleeves are still rolled up and, yes, he’s still way too sexy as a result.

He pushes off the dresser, slow to walk around the mattress and stand next to me. A chill sweeps over me when he says, “I suppose I could tell you of your brother… whether he’s unharmed or not, but why should I? You two did kidnap me, let’s not forget. It’s a price you will both pay in different ways.”

Silus is used to handling his problems one way. He isn’t afraid of getting those hands dirty. It isn’t so out of the question that he’ll have Max tortured while I’m stuck here, but how am I supposed to live with myself if that’s the case?

The only word I manage to say while turning to face him is “Please.”

“If I tell you,” he starts, a slow smile crawling on his handsome face, “I expect something in return. Perhaps—” He lifts a hand to my face and his thumb grazes my bottom lip. “—that mouth of yours. Ever since last night, I’ve wondered how those lips would feel wrapped around my cock. Prove to me you’re willing, and I’ll do you one better than telling you how your brother is. I’ll take you to see him tomorrow, first thing in the morning.”

I want to tell him I hate him, that he’s an asshole and there’s no way in hell I’m going to do anything he wants, and I’m pretty sure I tell him that through my glare. But, regardless, sooner or later he’s going to get what he wants from me, anyway. He didn’t bring me here to keep me as a roommate.

“You have ten seconds to drop to your knees,” Silus warns. “If you do not, I’ll make a call and—say, is your brother partial to all of his teeth? Does he happen to have a least favorite tooth he wouldn’t mind parting with?”

“Fuck you,” I say before lowering to my knees. Between him and the bed, he has to spread his legs so his cock is level with my head, the dude is so damned tall.

“Ah, see, that’ll come eventually. But for now, I want that mouth worshiping my cock like it’s the god you’ve been waiting for.” Silus undoes his belt with expert hands, and as the seconds tick by, I see a growing bulge beginning to press against his pants.

Thanks to a very awkward time when he was a prisoner at my house, I know exactly what sort of dick I’m dealing with here, and frankly, I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to do it. My jaw is going to hate me after this.

My eyes dart up to Silus’s face, and I see his head is bent so he can watch. I make sure to give him a long, hard glare as he gets out his long, hard cock.

“If you decide to get wily,” he warns as he fists himself once, “I will remind you that you’re not the one who will pay the price, so think long and hard before you do anything stupid, Thea.” A threat that he’d hurt Max if I hurt his dick when it’s in my mouth.

The asshole has nothing to worry about. I’ll play nice. I pretty much have to.

I drop my gaze to the one-eyed snake in front of my face, and my thighs clench like they have a mind of their own. Seeing it fully erect, the difference is night and day. It’s wide enough, long enough, that certain inappropriate thoughts bubble up in my head as I stare at it.

Does a thing like that fit? Does my jaw open up that wide? Fuckity fuck fuck.

“Well?” Silus asks, his voice gruffer than it was mere moments before. “Are you going to begin your worship or are you going to keep staring at it?” The man’s pants remain around his hips, his cock the only thing protruding from it.

God help me.

I close my eyes as my lips part. I inch closer and closer to that dick, the anticipation thrumming in my veins. His tip probes my lips, and I open my mouth wide to take in the head of his cock. The very second I do, Silus lets out a groan that reverberates in my core, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard a man make.

I bob my head slowly along his tip, paying special attention to the tip every time my head moves back. I suck it unhurriedly, like a lollipop. I run my tongue over it, around it, and it’s not too long until I taste salty precum oozing out of him.

The moment I start to take him a little deeper—borderline choking myself with his length—Silus groans again, and he places a hand on my head, his fingers weaving through my hair.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I knew that mouth would feel fucking amazing.” Hearing him say that, hearing him talk while my mouth is around his cock, makes my body flush hotter.

I’ve been with guys before, obviously. None that ever really lasted. That’s to say I’m not innocent, not a virgin; I know my way around a man, but I’ve never, ever had someone talk dirty to me while I was in the thick of it, and my body heats up as a result.

Like, when most guys try to talk dirty? It’s a turn off. They just don’t do it right. But Silus? I could listen to Silus all day. Maybe it’s the way his low, smooth voice gets a little gravelly, more haggard. Ragged, like each word contains bottled-up desire.

His hips begin to move at a sluggish pace, like he’s trying to fuck my mouth, but I don’t stop. I keep bobbing my head along his length, taking as much of him in as I can, while he holds the back of my head.

The pace picks up, and soon enough I’m unable to do much of anything as Silus growls out, “You’re going to take everything I give you, Thea. You’re going to swallow me down like a good girl.”

How can a girl argue with that?

His body jerks forward the same moment his cock twitches in my mouth and the hand on my head grips my hair harder. The back of my throat is met with a shot of hot, salty cum, and then another as he pumps into my mouth. Silus empties himself with a moan I feel in my core.

He is unhurried in pulling his length out of my mouth and giving my jaw a rest, and as I swallow his load, he stuffs his cock away and fixes his pants and his belt, never once taking his eyes off me.

The way he looks down at me makes my heart skip a beat, which is just stupid. Just because this man is hot as sin itself doesn’t give him a free pass to do whatever he wants to me.

I get to my feet, something insulting on the tip of my tongue, but before I can say a word, Silus grabs me by the throat and whispers, “You stare up at me like you want to slit my throat, but I’ll bet anything you’re the opposite of dry between your legs. What do you think, love? Should we check?”

He whirls me around, pushing the air from my lungs when the hand on my throat curls around to the back of my neck. He pushes me down over the edge of the bed, my feet still on the carpet, my ass the closest thing to him.

“Well?” Silus asks. “Shall we make bets, or—”

“Fuck you,” I whisper against the mattress. I don’t resist; it’s useless to. It’s obvious he wants to feel what’s between my legs, and nothing I do will stop him. I have the feeling he’s not wrong about the state of my pussy.

Traitorous bitch.

The hand on the back of my neck travels down my spine. He leans over me and pulls up my t-shirt, exposing the strap of my bra to him. His large hand curls around my body, between the bed and my chest, and expertly folds the right cup of my bra so my tit is free. Silus’s fingers graze over my nipple, and I arch my back and stifle a moan.

His other hand does the same to my other tit, and he leans over me with both his hands cupping my tits, massaging them, tweaking my nipples like he knew they’d be hard, pebbled points.

I want to tell him to stop, that I hate him, and a whole host of other things, but I can’t. Nothing in my head makes sense, the least of all how good it feels to be bent over with Silus’s body pressing against my ass and his hands on my tits.

A minute passes and he pulls his hands away from my chest, running them down along my sides until they reach the waistband of my shorts. Still in my pajamas from the night before, when I couldn’t sleep. Never did fuzzy shorts feel more mortifying.

Silus hooks his fingers around the elastic band of my shorts and pulls them down, exposing my panties. Nothing super cute or anything; it wasn’t like I thought I’d be in this situation, otherwise I might’ve put something prettier on. His hands massage my ass over my panties for a few seconds before he pulls them down, too.

And then my ass is bare to a man I helped kidnap last night. Man, things change fast, huh?

He uses his foot to spread my legs, and the next thing I feel is his hand slipping through the folds of skin at my apex. He doesn’t have to stick a finger in me to tell; the rim of my pussy entrance must be wet, because the sigh he lets out after that is full of satisfaction and hunger.

“Look at this,” Silus whispers behind me as his fingers move to circle and pinch my clit. In the process, he drags out a moan from me, one I can’t stifle. “Wet and wanting, aren’t you? I bet you want to deny it too, but how can you pretend this doesn’t exist?” As he asks the question, he pushes a single finger inside of me—and it enters me easily, with no resistance at all thanks to how wet I am.

“Wet for me,” he goes on, starting to pump that finger in and out of me. “So fucking wet. It makes me think you liked being on your knees for me, love. You got off on it.”

I want to argue with him. I want to tell him he can go fuck himself, but the only thing I can do is lay there and take that finger as it rocks in and out of my core. My body moves with each push of his hand, causing my nipples to rub against the mattress below. The friction drives me crazy, and this time I moan without trying to smother the sound.

Silus’s other hand rests on the small of my back. He keeps up that slow, agonizing pace with that finger, and I swear I can hear the slickness in the air. “You like this too, don’t you? It feels good. I bet your pussy is begging to be fucked for real, by a real cock and not a finger.”

At this point, saying no would make me a liar, so I don’t say anything. I just arch my back and wish that finger could hit me a little deeper.

“This,” he whispers as his finger’s pace picks up, “is my pussy now, do you understand? I told you I wanted every part of you, and I meant it. You belong to me, Thea, and you’re going to come on my finger right now to prove it.”

Silus’s tall frame leans over the bed, and the hand resting on my back moves to curl around my neck. He forces me to turn my head to the side so I can see his face. The intensity. The desire. The sheer ravenous hunger on his face is matched only by what my body feels.

I don’t want to come on his finger. I don’t want to prove him right at all. If there’s one thing I want to do, it’s give him both of my middle fingers and get the fuck out of here… but I can’t. The only thing I can do is feel his hand around my neck, feel the way my nipples rub against the mattress and how his finger fucks with me renewed urgency between my legs.

Damn it. Damn him. It’s too much.

My eyelids flutter shut the same moment he squeezes my neck harder. An orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, filling my body with heat and pleasure as it explodes. My inner core clamps down on his finger as my clit pulsates from the overwhelming release, and the moan I let out is yet another sign of how much I enjoyed that.

The sigh that leaves him after that informs me of how much he liked proving his point. He releases his hold on my neck and withdraws his finger from my pussy. Silus rolls me over so that my backside is now on the mattress and I lay there, tits and pussy exposed, with his large frame looming over me.

His gaze eats me up. From my legs to that space between them, to my stomach and bare tits that are pushed up from the folded bra cups; he devours my image. Silus’s voice comes out husky, “You’re fucking gorgeous, Thea. I can’t wait to fuck you proper, but when I do, I want you begging for it, begging for me to fill you up completely.”

He leans over me and brings the finger that was inside my core to my lips. Silus might not say a word, but with the expectant way he gazes at me, it’s clear what he wants me to do. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, taste myself on a guy’s finger, but my mind is so hazy my lips part before I can think about it.

Silus sticks that slick finger in my mouth, and I run my tongue over it, around it, tasting myself on him as his lips curl into a smug smirk. “That’s my girl,” he croons. “You were so good for me tonight. I can’t help but wonder if it was only because you’re desperate to know if your brother is okay, or if, deep down, you’re dying to submit to me.”

If this was any other circumstance, I’d have a few choice words to say, but as it is, I can’t think straight, so when he pulls that finger out of my mouth, all I can do is lay there, spent, my mind dizzy.

Still smirking like the Cheshire Cat, Silus hums to himself as he walks for the door. “That’s what I thought. By the way, I hope you like Chinese. I’m getting some delivered tonight for us. Your sheets should arrive any moment now as well.” He gives me a dramatic wink before he closes the door, leaving me to ponder just what the hell happened.

I don’t bother to fix my bra, pull down my shirt, or grab my shorts and panties off the floor. I lay there, my legs dangling off the bed, and stare at the ceiling as the horror creeps in.

What the hell did I just do? And why the hell did I like it so much? None of this is okay, and yet… shit. This is bad. This is so much worse than it originally looked—and it already was pretty bad. I drugged and helped kidnap a mafia boss, and then that mafia boss kidnapped me in revenge and is now holding my brother hostage to get me to submit to him, to repay him for the time we took from him, and now he’s basically saying he owns my body.

And I like it.

Fuck. I need to smack some sense into myself.

When I finally manage to fix myself and put my clothes back on, I hear a drill on the other side of the door. Is that motherfucker locking me in here?

Honestly, I shouldn’t be so shocked, not after what we just did in here. A lock on the outside of my door is nothing. Still, it’s the thought behind it, and even though I’m not proud of it, I pout some more—after flipping off the door in place of Silus.

Fuck that guy.

Fuck that guy in more ways than one.