Ruthless Heir: A Dark Mafia Romance (Ruthless Dynasty Book 1)

“Is everything alright?”

The question is the first thing out of my mouth when Gabriel bursts back into the bedroom.

It’s clearly not what he wants to hear.

But it’s all that’s on my mind.

When I first spotted him through window, there was a troubling look about him. A look that dropped a stone in my stomach.

Sure, that troubling look quickly faded when he saw me. But the feeling it left continues to linger.

Something is wrong. And I think I know what.

“Everything is perfect,” Gabriel says, and I can’t help but want to believe him. “What could possibly be wrong? Everything is going according to plan. And we’re alone now, so I can make you scream as loudly as I want.”

“I don’t think I can get any louder than I did last night,” I blush, realizing that Tytus and Roz must have slept over too.

Oh shit, and the priests.

“Let’s put that theory to the test,” Gabriel smirks.

He steps forward, and the stone in my gut falters. But it doesn’t go away. And I know it won’t until I address what’s on my mind.

“Wait, Gabriel…” I whisper. It’s so hard not to just sink into his embrace and let the warmth of his muscular body sooth all of my worries.

But that’s what I did all of last night. I let my concerns fester. And the second Gabriel slipped out of bed this morning, it all came racing back.

I can’t have that. As much as I’ve come to care for my dark wolf, he’s taught me that I can’t always rely on others to protect me from this darkness.

I’ll need to face it head on.

“What’s wrong, myszko?” Gabriel asks, when I shirk away from him.

“I… It’s my family,” I sigh. “They’re still out there. Worried. They don’t know where I am. They don’t know that I’m safe with you. Every moment that goes by must be torture for them.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

“No. They won’t be. And neither will I.”

“What are you saying, Bianca?”

“You need to take me back to them, Gabriel.”

I can practically hear his heart drop.

Then, I can almost see the fume coming out of his ears.

“You think I’ll give you up that easily?” he growls.

“No,” I shake my head. “I don’t want you to give me up. I want you to negotiate. Explain to them what’s happened. I’ll tell them everything. About how we don’t hate each other anymore, about how we’re married, about how we’re…”

I manage to trail off before a certain four-letter word can drift from my lips.

Love.

Neither of us have said it yet—even if it feels like it follows us from room to room.

“Do you really think your family will negotiate with me?” Gabriel asks.

Those hazel-green eyes stay fixed on me as the wolf begins to circle.

Straightening my back, I stand my ground.

“They will if I’m by your side. They will if they see just how close we’ve become.”

“They’ll say you have Stockholm syndrome. That I’m threatening you to speak in my favor. That they’ll never forgive the man who defiled their daughter.”

“You haven’t defiled me…”

“Then what have I done?”

“You’ve crowned me. You’ve empowered me.”

You’ve loved me.

Gabriel’s hot breath washes against my neck as he steps up to my back.

A ragged sigh escapes my throat, but I don’t sink. I don’t give in. I’ve been through so much. I’ve learned so many lessons. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been.

“You’re my queen,” Gabriel confirms, his lips brushing against my tender skin.

“And you’re my king. Let’s tell the world. Aren’t you sick of hiding?”

“I’m sick of pretending.”

“Me too. Let’s stop.”

“What are you pretending to be, myszko?” Gabriel asks, his deep voice crawling into my ear.

“I’m pretending that this is all completely consensual. That I’m not still your captive. That the ceremony that bound us together is legitimate. That this ring can’t be cut off my finger.”

Gabriel’s long thick fingers slide over my throat as he pushes his growing bulge into the small of my back.

“What else are you pretending? Are you pretending to care for me? Are you pretending to crave me?”

“No. I could never pretend that,” I confess.

“Then why should I pretend that anything else matters?”

“Because you want everything else to matter. You don’t just want me to be your captive pretending to be your queen. You want me to be your queen. Period.”

“And how do we do that?”

“By stepping back out into the world. By going to see my family. By negotiating with them.”

“And if they kill me?”

“I won’t let them,” I stubbornly huff.

To my surprise, Gabriel chuckles. “You think you can hold back the Great Don and the Irish Lion?”

“I think I can convince my father and my cousin to do what’s right.”

“And what’s right?”

“Letting me be happy. That’s right. Allowing me to make my own choices, and be my own woman. That’s right.”

“They still think you’re the fragile princess you were before I took you.”

“I’ll teach them how wrong they are, just like how you taught me.”

“Don’t teach them the exact same way,” Gabriel whispers.

Nibbling on my earlobe, he cups both my breasts. A hot wave washes into me from his palms, and I’m momentarily filled with a morphine-like calm.

But I fight through it.

Taking his forearms, I push Gabriel’s hands away. Then, I turn around to face him.

He’s already unbuckling his belt.

“Stop,” I order.

No one’s going to be able to fix this situation but me. It’s time to call on all that I’ve learned. It’s time to become the dark queen I’ve always wanted to be.

The leader. The ruler.

“You don’t want to see what I have waiting for you beneath my pants?” Gabriel smirks.

Still, he does as he’s told. He stops unbuckling the belt, mid latch.

“Of course I want to see it,” I respond, mind racing with a thousand conflicting thoughts. “But I want to see it on my own terms.”

“And what are your terms?”

My gaze darts from Gabriel’s stunning hazel-green eyes to the giant bulge begging to be released from his black pants.

“Give me your belt,” I hear myself say.

Gabriel squints at me, like he’s not sure where I’m going with this. But that doesn’t stop him from tearing the leather strap from around his waist.

“What are you going to do with my belt?” he asks, handing it to me.

The warm leather sinks into my palm as I consider how to answer that.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” I blurt out.

Gabriel’s dark brows lift in surprise, then settle into a mischievous grin.

“Do you want to dominate me, myszko? Is that what you’re asking?”

“I want to show you how to listen to your queen,” I say, my chest puffing out as it fills with fire.

Just like that, it all becomes clear.

We’re supposed to be equals now. But that doesn’t mean we are. If we’re going to stop pretending, then I’m going to have to whip Gabriel into shape.

“Very well,” Gabriel dutifully nods. “What will you have of me, my queen?”

“I’ll have you lie down on the bed. On your back.”

“Pants on or off?”

“Off.”

The sense of power I get from watching Gabriel obey me nearly matches the toe-curling gratification I get from the unveiling of his girthy beast.

My chin lifts at the sight of his thick, veiny cock. My fingers tighten around the belt.

That’s my cock.

“What now?” Gabriel asks, after he’s gotten onto the bed.

His hard cock twitches with excitement as I approach.

“Get me wet.”

Before I can step onto the mattress and sit down on his gorgeous face, Gabriel reaches a hand out and trails two fingers over my slick cunt.

“You already are wet.”

In a move that surprises even me, I whip the belt down onto his forearm.

Gabriel immediately retracts his hand.

“Make me wetter,” I demand.

Without giving him a chance to respond, I pounce onto the mattress.

The moment I sit down on Gabriel’s face, he starts licking. That thick tongue of his finds my swollen cunt. His lips begin to suck.

My body trembles.

Grinding my teeth, I keep my back straight and fight through the pressure growing in my core. Then, I lift the belt and lash it down onto Gabriel’s finely cut six-pack.

He barely even flinches. But I still get a devilish tickle from watching the red mark fade behind his black tattoos.

“Faster,” I insist. “Suck harder. Lick faster. Make me cum or I start whipping your cock.”

Gabriel does exactly as I instruct. Closing his lips in around my clit, he starts to suck like a fucking vacuum, all the while swirling his tongue in manic circles around the swollen nub.

“Holy shit,” I can’t help but gasp.

I’m already losing control. But when I spot Gabriel reaching up to grab my thighs, I burst back into form.

“Did I say you could touch me?” I ask, whipping both of his hands with the leather belt.

“No, you didn’t,” Gabriel’s muffled voice growls up from beneath my ass.

I can tell he’s trying his hardest not to snap. I’m sure all he wants is to flip me onto my back and fuck the ever-loving hell out of me.

But he resists the urge. He obeys his queen.

The thought that I’m quelling such an untamed beast makes my skin prickle; it brings me close to my first orgasm.

“Do you want me to cum all over your face?” I ask.

“Yes, my queen,” Gabriel grunts, before going right back to his duty.

“Then keep licking,” I rasp. “Keep sucking. Faster… faster…”

The orgasm starts in my core; a pressure builds out from the flickering of Gabriel’s tongue. Then, all of a sudden, I break.

The belt drops from my hand. My back arches so sharply I could almost snap in two. Every inch of me begins to tremble as I descend into a carnal seizure.

The pleasure is unbearable. It wants to explode out of me; rip me apart.

Usually, Gabriel is here to hold me down; to keep me in place as I experience the searing ecstasy he’s torn out of me.

But now, he’s clamped beneath my thighs. His nose digs into my ass. His huge cock twitches against his hard belly.

And his hands stay dutifully by his side.

There’s no one to keep me in line but myself.

It takes every bit of strength I have. Hell, I must go blind from the effort, because the next thing I know, the bedroom is slowly coming back into focus, and my orgasm is already washing away.

I did it.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I spot Gabriel’s hard cock. It’s still twitching. And now, pre-cum drips from the tip of his bulging head.

“I’m not done with you yet, big boy,” I mumble.

Grabbing the belt, I twist myself around and slide down Gabriel’s impeccable body, lathering him in my juices.

“You’re so fucking hot,” the dark wolf growls, sucking in deep breaths of air. “Get back on my face.”

My belt comes down across his chest, just catching the edge of his nipples.

“You’re not in charge here,” I bark. “I’m the one who gives the orders.”

A sneer crosses Gabriel’s blood-red lips. They glisten with my juices as he continues his struggle to give in.

“And what if I refuse to listen?” he asks.

“Then you will be punished.”

Another lash across his chest pulls a grunt from his sneering lips.

But then I feel his cock twitch at my back, painting my skin with a soft glaze of pre-cum.

He’s into this—even if he won’t admit to it.

“What if I want to be punished?” Gabriel asks.

“Then keep acting up.”

This time, when he lifts his hands to make a grab at my breasts, I know it’s on purpose.

He receives two lashings for his disobedience.

I can feel his cock going crazy in response.

“Don’t you cum too quickly now,” I order, as I direct him into my soaking pussy.

We both gasp the second he slips inside.

Immediately, Gabriel begins to thrust upwards. His pounding cock feels so fucking good. But we’re not here for that.

This time, the belt comes down across his cheek, snapping his head to the side.

“What the hell?” Gabriel grumbles.

“Did that hurt?” I ask, my question sitting somewhere between a taunt and genuine concern.

“Keep going,” Gabriel demands. Biting down on his lip, he straightens his neck again. “What’s next?”

“You just lay there. I’ll do all the work.”

And that’s exactly what happens. Gabriel keeps his hard body flexed as I begin to ride him like a fucking outlaw cowgirl.

The belt doesn’t leave my hand as I gyrate around his swollen cock, pushing back and forth so that I can feel all of him.

Every time I feel him throb too much, though, I whip his chest again.

“Don’t you dare finish inside of me,” I rasp. “Not yet.”

But he can’t control himself.

“I’m going to cum…” he growls.

I give his hard nipples an even harder lash.

“No. You’re not,” I order. “Not until I do.”

Somehow, the beast manages to hold out until I’m on the brink of my own orgasm.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, when it all becomes too much. “You’re so fucking big…”

This time, it all explodes in a single flash, tearing through my body in a hot blast.

“Fucking hell, myszko. I can’t control myself any longer.”

“Cum for me,” I shout. “Fill me the fuck up!”

A deep guttural grunt rumbles out from behind Gabriel’s gritted teeth as his already tensed body flexes even harder. His cock throbs and twitches in my tight little hole, before unleashing a typhoon of hot creamy cum.

The eruption fills every available inch of my begging cunt. Before anything can drip out, though, I squeeze my thighs shut, impaling myself on Gabriel’s gushing cock.

“Don’t you dare spill a single drop,” I order, gasping for air.

I don’t stop riding until I’m completely exhausted.

Only then do I collapse onto my dark wolf.

His hard chest is still hot from the lashings I gave him. I press my ear against the red marks, and listen to his heart beat.

It’s racing even faster than mine.

“Good boy,” I whisper, finally dropping the belt from my hand.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Slowly, Gabriel’s cock softens, until it slips out of my gaping cunt.

He replaces that warmth by wrapping me up in his arms and holding me closer to his steaming body.

“You did well, myszko.”

“So did you.”

“Is there anything else?”

Even through the red-hot afterglow of that glorious fucking orgasm, I force myself to regain focus. The pit in my stomach hasn’t disappeared, but I finally have it in my grasp. Invisible fingers wrap around the dread-filled stone.

But before I can get to the serious stuff, there’s something else I need to know.

“Yes,” I say. Digging my hands into Gabriel’s hard chest, I push myself up so that I can look down into those incredible hazel-green eyes. “Tell me what it means.”

“What?”

“You know what.”

Gabriel bites his lip. “Myszko,” he whispers.

My skin tingles as a strangely comforting warmth washes over me.

“That’s the one.”

“It’s Polish,” he says. “It means ‘little mouse’.”

Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t that.

“This entire time, you’ve been calling me little mouse?”

“It’s a term of affection,” Gabriel assures me, a smirk lifting the corners of his blood red lips, and deepening the dimples on his cheeks. “Myszko…”

“I am not a little mouse,” I tell him, gently slapping his heaving chest.

But Gabriel just shakes his head. “No matter how ferocious you become, no matter how powerful you grow, you will always be my little mouse, myszko.”

My heart nearly bursts.

How could such a ruthless man be so gentle?

How could such a hard man be so tender?

It’s because he’s in love with you.

“Fine,” I give in. “I’m your myszko. But what do I get to call you in return?”

“Daddy.”

Fuck. I walked right into that one.

Digging my nails into Gabriel’s hard chest, I try to regain control.

“I’ll call you Daddy when I feel like it,” I offer. “But only when I feel like it.”

“Deal,” Gabriel grins. “Now, is that all?”

“No,” I quickly challenge. “That is not all.”

There’s something else on my mind. Something much more pressing than the little pet name Gabriel has given me.

“Give your orders, my queen.”

“I want you to set up a meeting with my family,” I demand, before I can lose the courage to. “We’re going to negotiate with them. Alright?”

My overflowing heart freezes as I wait for a response.

But I tell myself not to worry.

Gabriel gave me the meaning of my pet name. That must mean he finally believes I’m ready to be his queen. And that should mean he can trust me. Right?

Still, he doesn’t respond right away. And my frozen heart moves into my throat as I hold my breath and wait.

Do the right thing, my king.

“Alright,” he finally grumbles. “But no matter what happens, I’m not giving you up. Understand?”

My frozen heart starts to beat again.

But despite the relief washing over me, I know this is only the beginning of a very hard road.

At least we’ll walk it together.

“Just give me a chance to talk to them. We might not have to give anything up.”

“You always have to give something up,” Gabriel sighs. “Just know that it won’t be you. It won’t be us. Understand?”

“I understand,” I whisper, the invisible fingers slipping around the stone in my gut.

I know what Gabriel means.

If push comes to shove, he’s going to do whatever it takes to keep me.

By setting up this meeting, I’m not just putting my dark wolf in danger, I’m putting my family in peril too.

One wrong move by them and he’ll attack. One wrong move by him and we could lose each other forever.

It’ll be up to me to hold everything together.

That’s a huge responsibly. But it’s one that I have to take on.

Because no matter what happens, one thing is clear.

This meeting needs to happen.

Otherwise, there can be no happy ending.