Page 10 of Debt to the Mafia King
Hiding the state-of-the-art cameras in Leah’s tiny apartment had been easy. She wouldn’t notice them until it was too late, and by then she would already be mine.
But that didn’t mean I didn’t want eyes on her now. It had been that way since I had first seen her photograph, and the obsession, because that’s the only word for it, had only grown since the moment I had seen her crying softly at Alek’s funeral.
I’d wondered then what a girl like her had been doing with a lowlife like him, and now that I had met her, I still had the same question.
What had she seen in him? A girl, no a woman, like Leah should be with a man who could treat her like she deserved. A man who could dress her up and show her off, a man who could protect her.
A man who could rip those expensive clothes from her body and fuck her like I knew she desperately needed to be fucked.
That’s what I wanted from her now. I didn’t care about the money. It wasn’t like I needed it. No, I wanted Leah.
Leah trembling under me, her body bathed in sweat
Leah on top of me, her breasts bouncing as she—
My balls drew up right, my cock throbbed, and I had to shake the thought away before I drove into on-coming traffic. Swerving to the side, I clutched the steering wheel and took in a deep breath. Around me, horns blared angrily. I ignored them all. Angry commuters were the least of my worries.
Leah was. What was she? My latest obsession? Only I didn’t get obsessed over women. I never had. They were useful, a way of letting off steam.
There was nothing better than the feeling of sinking into a warm, wet woman, but I didn’t get obsessed. Not ever.
My phone appeared in my hand, but I didn’t remember taking it out of my pocket. A few taps later, and the screen showed her apartment.
She’d barely moved and was still in her tiny living room. Only this time she was lying back on the sofa, a raggedy throw blanket was over her body, and her eyes were closed.
She wasn’t asleep, although she should be. I’d seen her work pattern, so I knew she needed all the rest she could get.
She would need even more rest when I finally got my hands on her. I’d almost done that earlier. Taken her right then and there, but something had stopped me.
Maybe because she had been so frightened and was trying not to show it, or maybe it was the fact that I craved the chase. I wanted her, but I wanted her to submit first.
I wanted to break her and mold her into the woman she deserved to be. I wanted her.
Bringing the phone closer to my face, I stared at the thin, hard line of her lips, and my own mouth twitched up at the edges. She was definitely not asleep. Her face was strained. It carried all the weight of our previous conversation.
She was thinking so hardI could almost hear it. A sigh broke the silence of my car, and Leah flopped onto her back and threw her arm over her eyes with another heartfelt sigh.
Was that sigh for me? Was she lying on her sofa in last night’s clothes and thinking about me?
“Alek.”
I stiffened. What the fuck? Had she really just called his name out in that breathy little way of hers. If she was mine, I would spank her ass red for even thinking that asshole’s name.
No, not if, when, because in three days’ time, Leah would be warming my bed, and she would have rules to follow.
Number one rule: no more Alek. I wouldn’t have her lips say his name ever again.
“Fuck you, Alek.” She said to the empty room. “I fucking hate you for doing this to me.”
“That’s right, Printsessa,” I slipped my fingers across the screen, tracing her image. “Hate him. Hate him for giving you to me.”
“Boss?” The man’s voice took me by surprise. Blinking stupidly, I stared down at the screen. Only the video wasn’t there anymore.
“Boss, are you alright?”
Fuck, I set my lips in a hard line. Had I really been so engrossed in her image that I hadn’t seen the call come through and had accidentally accepted it?
“Fine, what have you got for me?”
