Owned By The Mobster

The room was bathed in a sensual glow, the dimmed lights and the soft music setting an intimate ambiance as Kathryn stepped into the private chamber.

Even under the crimson hue of the neon lights, the figure lounging on the sofa was impossible to overlook. Seated as he was, Kathryn could tell he was tall and well-built. Dressed in a black suit that clung to his form like a second skin, he was the epitome of sophistication. His jacket was casually unbuttoned, revealing a silky tie that blended seamlessly with his black shirt.

He looked enticing, his allure only partially hidden in the dim light. And there, catching the red neon glow, was a high-end gold watch adorning his wrist. It was clear why Rain wanted her to focus on this man if he casually flaunted such wealth in a place like this. That watch alone could cover her expenses for the next month.

As her gaze travelled up from the expensive timepiece, she took in the rest of Daniel Ford. He was strikingly handsome, his appearance radiating affluence, which suited her perfectly. A strong jawline, short black hair styled flawlessly, and piercing blue eyes so dark they were almost black. Thin wire glasses rested on his face, giving him the air of a software engineer who had matured into his good looks.

A nerdy, yet irresistibly attractive software engineer who she was planning to exploit tonight.

His expression was neutral, devoid of the lecherous gaze she was accustomed to from men. Oddly enough, she felt a twinge of disappointment at his apparent indifference. She knew she looked attractive, so why wasn't he reacting?

"Do you have any rules before we start, darling?" Kathryn lowered her voice to a sultry whisper, stepping confidently towards him.

Without waiting for his response, she removed her skirt and positioned herself on his lap, her knees resting on the sofa on either side of his thighs.

Kathryn pressed herself against him, her hands exploring the smooth fabric of his suit until they found his black tie. Wrapping it around her hand, she pulled him up until their faces were mere inches apart.

As he exhaled, she caught a subtle blend of wintergreen and scotch, mingling with the musky aroma of his sandalwood cologne. The scent enveloped her, seeping into her senses as she inhaled him deeply. She longed to press herself against him, to capture his scent and keep it with her during her solitary nights. Perhaps she could find a similar cologne at Macy's.

His sapphire eyes studied her, as if etching every detail of her face into his memory before they dropped to her lips. "The only rules I have don't apply to you," he said, his voice deep and rough - a voice she could imagine waking up to after a night of passionate lovemaking. But she suspected he was a vanilla kind of guy, which wasn't really her style.

Kathryn had a taste for the unconventional, and she doubted this man, no matter how attractive, could satisfy her desires. The most attractive ones were often the most vanilla in bed, which was a pity. She doubted he'd indulge her darker desires, instead, he'd likely be the type to climax prematurely and send her on her way with a pat on the rear. What a disappointment that would be.

As a new song started playing, Kathryn began her performance. Usually, she would zone out during her dances, the routine so familiar it had become almost mechanical. It was akin to driving the same route to work every day, not even realizing when you've arrived because your mind was elsewhere.

But this time was different. Perhaps it was the innocent-looking man beneath her, too shy to touch her, his hands clenched at his sides as she rhythmically moved her hips over his gradually hardening arousal.

Or perhaps it was the way his watch sparkled in the soft neon light, tempting her to seize it at the earliest chance. That was probably it.

"Do you come here often?" she asked, a routine question, but she couldn't suppress the shiver of delight as his deep voice resonated in the room.

He shook his head, his gaze never leaving her face as he replied, "First time."

Why wasn't he ogling her cleavage? Most men couldn't tear their eyes away from her chest, yet here he was, looking at her as if she were a riddle he was determined to solve.

"First time here and you got me? You're a lucky man," she flirted, leaning in to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Do you kiss everyone that comes back here?" he asked, his voice strained with tension.

"Only the ones I like," she answered, her voice a playful whisper. She leaned in closer, her breasts inches from his face. His gaze dropped then, his expression morphing into something dark and intense that made her breath hitch and a surge of desire pulse within her.

Then, just as quickly, his face was impassive again, making her question if she had imagined the whole thing.

Kathryn's fingers tightened on his shoulders, tracing a path down his perfectly tailored suit sleeves. Simultaneously, she rolled her hips against his now hardened arousal.

He was incredibly well-endowed.

"You're so big, darling," she murmured, a sultry moan escaping her lips as she saw his eyes darken with desire.

She usually didn't get turned on during these performances, but she couldn't ignore the stirring of desire within her now.

To further torment herself, Kathryn ground herself against his stiffness, her lap dance morphing into an intense dry hump.

His jaw tightened, his eyes blazing into hers as she continued to tease him through his slacks and her minuscule thong.

She couldn't resist. She needed to distract him, and the pleasure radiating from her core was an added bonus. It was a shame she was planning on pilfering his belongings, otherwise, she might have considered inviting him for some fun after her shift.

It had been months since she'd been with anyone, and given the impressive size of his arousal, she might be willing to try something less adventurous for a change.

Her fingers wandered down to his wrists, her skin teasingly grazing his before she turned her back to him. Offering him a tantalizing view of her rear, she settled back onto his lap, facing away from him. Kathryn arched her back, knowing it accentuated her curves.

A sharp curse escaped him as she began to grind against him again, her movement causing a tempting jiggle. A smile tugged at her lips. She had him exactly where she wanted him.

"You feel so good, baby," Kathryn cooed, amplifying her moan for effect. She had accomplished her mission, his watch now securely in her hand, but she wanted to leave him with a memory of her, something to remember her by since she was taking something of his. It was only fair.

Warm, firm hands found her bare waist, his fingers threading through the fabric of her thong as he pulled her closer. A thrill coursed through Kathryn that she couldn't suppress, and when his grip on her hips tightened, she let out a moan she knew he would appreciate.

"Normally, I don't let clients touch me," she said, her voice dripping with seduction, well aware that it was a blatant lie.

"Only the ones you like, right?" he countered, his voice rough as he moved her hair aside to nip at her earlobe.

Kathryn jerked slightly at the sudden sting, a genuine moan escaping her as her hips instinctively moved against his arousal.

"Oh, and I'm really starting to like you."

His hand moved from her hip, sliding to the front of her body, and then he cupped her through her thong. The heat of his palm sent a jolt of desire straight to her core.

"I bet you think that about all the men you rob," he murmured into her ear, his voice laced with sweetness.

Kathryn froze, her dance grinding to a halt as she tried to make sense of his words through the haze of lust clouding her mind.

Oh, no.

Before she could even attempt to escape, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back roughly.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice what you were doing because you have a nice ass and perky breasts?"

His voice was like a whip, causing Kathryn to shiver at the dominant tone. She was far more aroused than she should have been, and considerably less frightened than she ought to be.

"I don't know what you mean," Kathryn lied, squirming uncomfortably as his grip on her hair tightened. Her movements caused his arousal to align with her center, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan. He was still hard. He was enjoying this. Almost as much as she was.

"The last woman who had the audacity to lie to my face ended up servicing me a few minutes later," he murmured, his hot tongue tracing a path up her neck.

Kathryn shivered, closing her eyes briefly to savor the sensation of his teeth grazing her pulse point. The downside of her unconventional desires was that instead of fearing him, she was filled with a perverse anticipation of his next move.

"Promises, promises," she retorted, confident that he wouldn't try anything here. She was under the protection. She was safe.

"You need to learn some manners, princess. And perhaps how to be a better pickpocket."

Her mouth fell open in indignation, both at the patronizing nickname and the insult.

"I'm a top-notch pick-"

His teeth sank into her neck, interrupting her retort. The moan that escaped Kathryn's lips was laden with a mix of pain and desire. He grunted as she moved against him, her body rubbing provocatively over his hardened arousal.

If he was game for this, she was too.

"Watch. Now." He extended his palm in front of her face, his other hand firmly gripping her short black hair until she acquiesced.

Kathryn slapped the watch into his hand, fully expecting him to release her hair and dismiss her. Surely, he wouldn't dare to cross any lines inside a strip club owned by the Saviour. They were the ones who enforced the rules in this city, not some affluent, handsome high-flyer.

"Get on your knees," he murmured, his teeth gnawing at her neck until she yelped. "And if I have to repeat myself, I'm going to mark your ass with my belt."

Kathryn complied with his directive unquestioningly, descending to her knees until her chest grazed his legs. He cradled her face tenderly, as a lover would, and tilted her head back until she was gazing into deep wells of sapphire. He looked like a sovereign reclining on his throne, comfortable in the dimly lit back room of a dubious nightclub while he held her captive. The subtle neon red glow behind him made him appear like a demon out to lure her spirit. Menacing and ruthless, and Kathryn wondered how she had failed to see it before.

"You look good on your knees, sweetheart."

Whatever timid, affluent lad persona he'd been projecting for her earlier evaporated in a flash, replaced by a mischievous grin that had Kathryn realizing she hadn't been manipulating him at all. Not for a single moment she'd been in here. He'd been controlling her from the get-go, and the arrogant look on his face was enough to make her blood seethe.

She balled her hands into fists at her sides, contemplating on bolting and yelling for Rain to come toss this jerk out, just so she could regain control.

But she remained where he'd instructed her to, her body pulsing with expectancy as his grip on her chin tightened. He halted just before his touch could be deemed truly agonizing, looking down at her as if unsure of his next move.

"I knew you could be a good girl for me, sweetheart. Look at you, sitting here so elegantly."

"Stop calling me that," she retorted, seizing his wrist and shoving his hand from her face. She released him before the heat of his skin could permeate hers. She detested that pet name more than anything she'd ever despised in her life. Well, nearly. It reminded her of memories she'd prefer never to recall. Of a life she wished never existed, and the betrayal that accompanied it.

He smirked, and damn him to hell, he was so alluring.

He gently held her jaw, before sliding his hand down to her throat. And then he squeezed, applying just enough pressure to make her quiver in desire when his fingers flexed over where he'd marked her.

Had he left a mark? She hoped so.

"Would you prefer being called a thief? Or perhaps you'd like me to address you as a little harlot instead of a sweetheart?"

Kathryn inhaled sharply before she could stop herself, his resonant voice stirring her in all the right ways.

"Ah, you would. I didn't expect you to enjoy being belittled," he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Her brow creased in puzzlement, but then he leaned forward, pushing her back until the heels of her provocative stilettos were pressing into her bare backside.

She grimaced at the burst of pain from the unyielding material. His free hand ventured between her thighs, his fingers slipping past her thong and caressing the crease of her waxed core, and that burst of pain dissolved into pleasure almost instantly.

Kathryn relished a touch of pain with intimacy, and this man was providing it in abundance without her even needing to ask. She didn't even comprehend what was transpiring- she'd just attempted to rob him so she'd anticipated his hostility and rage. Instead her body was throbbing with vitality and longing from his touch, and she was powerless but to yield to that exquisite pressure.

"You're already drenched," he observed, resting his forehead on hers. His thumb tantalized her sensitive spot, flicking her bundle of nerves until she moaned, grinding against his hand as her climax ignited.

God, how mortifying. He was barely touching her at all, and already she was on the brink of climaxing.

In her defense, she hadn't expected him to be like this. She thought he'd be dull, not nonchalantly satisfying all her carnal desires as if it was trivial. As if he had a manual covering all her needs and was exploiting it mercilessly against her.

"I told you I liked you," Kathryn responded, parting her legs a smidgen wider just to be accommodating. Rough fingers plunged into her core, curling slightly as he began to pleasure her.

The scent of his cologne enveloped her almost as snugly as his hand encased her neck, and she inhaled deeply. Their noses brushed as she let out a stifled moan when the pads of his fingers glided over her sweet spot.

Her lips parted on a soft cry, her hands finding his knees and clinging to him while he toyed with her. She was likely creasing his flawless suit, but she clutched tighter when he introduced another finger, expanding her to the brink of delightful, sweet agony.

"It appears you do." His lips grazed hers, just enough to tantalize her. To have her leaning forward for more despite the stranglehold he had on her body and her spirit in that moment. "It was unwise of you to pilfer my timepiece."

"I returned it," she moaned as he thrust his fingers into her core. The sound of her moist folds each time he stroked her was disgraceful, but all it did was escalate her desire until she was hurtling toward a blissful climax.

"Unwise," he echoed, his deep voice stroking her almost as pleasurably as his fingers. "I'll have to claim something of yours."

"What does that imply?" she inquired breathlessly, barely paying attention as her core fluttered around his fingers, milking him right as she began to plummet over that precipice and straight into rapture.

"How many men have you been with back here?" he asked nonchalantly, but his hand clenched on her throat right as he withdrew his fingers from her core, pinching her sensitive spot hard.

Her mouth fell open on a harsh cry as she climaxed. Her core convulsed, desperately seeking the fingers he'd torn away from her, but she was too far gone for it to matter. Even her vision blurred, and Kathryn could have sworn she saw stars as she closed her eyes, surrendering to the orgasm coursing through her.

"Oh, fu-"

Wet fingers were thrust past her lips and down her throat, and Kathryn choked at the sudden invasion, her cry dying in her throat. She tasted herself on his fingers and he pulled his head back just enough to scowl down at her.

"If you lie to me, it won't be my fingers in your mouth, it'll be my manhood. Do you comprehend?"

Kathryn whimpered in response, her body quivering from the aftermath of his treatment. She wasn't sure she'd ever climaxed so intensely in her life, and he'd barely done anything to her.

What on earth was that? How was that even feasible?

And why did it matter if she'd been with anyone? She didn't know this jerk, even if he'd just given her the most powerful climax she'd ever experienced.

"Clean my fingers, sweetheart. I don't want the scent of your core staining my hand." Desire surged within her at his stern words. "Clean."

Kathryn did, feeling both satisfied and eager for more as she leisurely complied with his directive.

She wanted him to know that she could have him on his knees pleading for her if she chose to take it that far, so her hands moved up his legs, kneading his upper thighs while she licked and sucked his fingers.

She gazed up at him coquettishly, and there was something in the way his eyes flickered with desire as he watched her... she'd never seen anything like it. As if he was a predator who'd finally captured the prey he'd been hunting. He was wholly focused and ravenous.

It made her want to satisfy him in any way he desired. Any way he yearned for.

"Enough," he grunted, and reluctantly Kathryn ceased, releasing his fingers. He let go of her throat and reclined on the sofa, his face a picture of cool detachment.

He retrieved a silk square cloth from the front pocket of his suit jacket, cleaning his hand before he discarded it on the ground between her knees.

Then his hand was on her chin again, drawing her gaze back to his. "Answer me, sweetheart," he murmured. That word glided over her skin like a brand and, for a moment, it lacked the usual sting.

"None," she informed him promptly.

He arched a brow expectantly and Kathryn cleared her throat.

"I mean, what's your definition of 'been with'?"

His eyes hardened, but his fingers continued to cradle her face tenderly as he murmured, "How many men have brought you to climax in here before me?"

"Oh," she said. "Definitely none." Because most men didn't have a clue what they were doing. They didn't know what she liked. What she needed.

But he did, and the understanding in that was intoxicating.

"And how many men have you let pleasure your lovely core with their fingers or their manhood while you've been working?" There was a dark undertone to his voice that hadn't been there before. One that she recognized on an instinctual level.

She'd spent her entire life around perilous men. Assassins. Outlaws. She'd learned from them since she was a child. Studied them.

And this one had just revealed himself.

She was silent for a moment, her fight or flight instincts finally deciding to kick in after basking in a post-orgasmic stupor. The damn thing probably should have alerted her to danger before he'd inserted half of his hand inside her, but better late than never.

At least she got one hell of a climax out of him before their time together was over.

What a waste. She'd really started looking forward to having her way with him tonight. But there was no way in hell she was going to start aligning herself with a freaking criminal.

She might be one, albeit a bit reluctantly, but she'd broken free of malevolent men once before. She didn't plan on falling back into that trap. Not for anything.

Men like that could never be trusted.

"I don't really think that's your business," Kathryn responded, rising elegantly to her feet. She grabbed her skirt, slipping it on effortlessly while he watched.

He smirked, eyeing her up and down leisurely as she finished dressing before he responded.

"Everything about you is my business, Kathryn."

She stiffened.

How on earth did he know her name? She hadn't told him anything personal.

Kathryn practically sprinted from the room before he even had a chance to stand, her stilettos tapping frantically as she dashed straight for Rain.

He was still behind the bar, thank God, and she practically catapulted herself behind him.