Conquered: A Dark Mafia Romance, page 1
CONQUERED
PIPER STONE
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Afterword
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PROLOGUE
“In her heart and soul, she set fire to all things that held her back and from the ashes she stepped into who she always was.”
—Atticus
“Run, my little innocent fawn. Run. I’ll give you a ten-minute head start. But remember what happens if I catch you.”
She peered up at me with her doe eyes, her lips still swollen from sucking my cock earlier in the day. Goddamn, my balls were tight.
“I’ll count it down for you. Three. Two. One.”
Squealing, she took off running through the woods, my cock throbbing from the sight of her long hair and naked, voluptuous body. There was little more I enjoyed in life than the hunt, especially when the end result was providing harsh discipline and a savage fucking.
Which I intended on doing today.
I waited for a few minutes, preparing a switch from one of the smaller trees. By the time the green bark was showing, I’d run out of patience.
So I took off running, becoming an animal, a predator in the wild just like I’d trained for years to become.
As I jumped over fallen limbs, avoiding the dense thickets of blackberry bushes, I howled like a big bad wolf.
“You can run and you can hide, but I will find you.”
I could feel the electricity crackling from her body, could almost hear her thudding heart. She was as excited as she was terrified. She knew what I was capable of.
There was no hesitation or pretending this was all fun and games. To me, it was a necessary evil to keep the bad man satisfied. If not, people died, blood spilled in gallons instead of pints.
As I sprinted forward, I realized I suddenly couldn’t detect which direction she’d gone. This was new. I stood to my full height, turning in a full circle as I took several deep inhales. Between her desire and her luscious perfume, she wasn’t capable of escaping.
An evil grin popped on my face as I honed in on her whereabouts. I sprinted forward once again, pushing myself into stealth mode. I could almost taste her sweet pussy on my lips.
The single crack drew my attention to the other side of the forest. I’ll be damned. The little innocent minx had doubled back. As if she could get away from me. My desires were unbridled, becoming as unhinged as they were sadistic. I took a few seconds to scan the area, forced to adjust my cock when I caught sight of her long hair blowing in the breeze.
After issuing another howl, I lunged forward. As soon as she realized just how close I was, she bellowed in anticipation. Dear God, the scent of her raging hunger was going to drive the twilight creatures wild, as it already had myself.
She darted in and behind several of the larger trees, as if she could possibly get away. From me of all people.
I laughed maniacally, the sound filtering into the air just seconds before I pitched myself to the right.
Even the encroaching shadows couldn’t hide the shock on her face, the fear lingering in her eyes.
“My beautiful prey,” I said as I wrapped my hand around her arm, yanking her against my overheated body. “Such a very bad girl to think you could get away from me.”
She noticed what was in my hand, her eyes opening even wider as a tiny, strangled moan rose up from the depths of her being.
I cupped her face with my other hand, clamping down with a brutal hold. As soon as I lowered my head, she licked her lips.
“You should know by now you’ll never be allowed out of my sight.” I took my time to brush my lips across hers, shifting to her jaw then to her neck. As I bit down on her tender flesh, she shuddered in my hold. The gesture was nothing more than a reminder she was mine to control.
To train.
To taste.
To discipline.
And to fuck at will.
When I shoved her face forward against the very tree that had kept her hidden from me, the wind was ripped from her lungs. I twirled the green wood before bringing it down across her backside several times in a row.
Her squeals turned into moans of pain, which attracted the beast inside of me. My hunger knew no bounds and while there was little I enjoyed more than reminding her I was in absolute control of her destiny, I had other more prominent needs.
The whooshing sound was beautiful music, the red marks already forming on her rounded buttocks delightful. Sadly, they’d fade much like the late afternoon light was doing. But not before I took everything that belonged to me.
I crisscrossed several stripes on her upper thighs, marveling how her body bucked and her pussy glistened as she tried to be the good girl I’d taught her to be.
My cock was aching to the same level of pain I knew she was experiencing. After providing her with six additional strikes, I tossed the switch aside, immediately freeing my cock.
When I drove the entire length into her wetness, she let out an electrifying scream.
Different from the cries of men enduring torture, her moans of passion brought additional salacious desires.
With my cock fully seated inside, I crushed the full weight of my body against hers, yanking one arm over her head then the other. As I intertwined our fingers, I nuzzled my face into her warm cheek, wet from perspiring. “You should know better than to think you could get away from me.”
I pulled out, slamming into her again and again, until the rhythm was perfection. This wasn’t about romance or elongating the moment. The brutal action was about filling her with my seed, claiming her in the wild.
And within seconds, I wasn’t interested in holding on any longer, erupting deep inside of her, as she came around my cock. I threw back my head, roaring as if I was nothing more than a predatory animal.
The truth had never failed me. That’s exactly what I’d become.
CHAPTER 1
Easton
A wise man had once said that men were most vulnerable when they were cocky. They made mistakes. They acted as if their shit didn’t stink.
I was here to tell the world who I considered the vilest of human beings.
That was saying a lot given I wasn’t a decent man by anyone’s standards.
Maybe that’s why I’d become a crusader of innocent victims, something most people would call laughable. Perhaps it was my attempt at salvation.
I knew better of course. Monsters like me went straight to hell. There was no such thing as a ‘get out of jail free’ card.
As I took a gulp of my drink, the rage I’d felt earlier was increasing, which didn’t bode well for the person responsible for boosting my fury.
He and his buddies were laughing, encouraging and applauding the alpha pig’s indecent actions. Fuck them all. If I had enough time, they’d all face punishment. However, I was a prudent man, careful in my actions. That’s the reason I’d remained under the r
The useless piece of human flesh who was continually taunting a sweet cocktail waitress was a cockroach needing to be crushed. He was also an arrogant son of a bitch, laughing with his three buddies while they shot their second game of pool, sucking down enough cheap whiskey I was surprised they could function.
Their loud voices were enough to annoy the crowd, including a dozen rugged men who often came to the local watering hole to fight off demons or empower them after a hard day’s work.
I watched the young men from the shadows from where I sat at the end of the aging wooden bar. Instead of indulging in cheap rotgut shit, I was enjoying my favorite Kentucky whiskey, the special edition ordered just for me since I was a very good customer. In fact, Roxie’s was one of two bars I frequented on a somewhat regular basis. This one was located in an area of Chicago far removed from my estate or the opulent college where I worked.
The other was a stone’s throw away from the illustrious school. Frequenting it with a buddy of mine allowed me to appear normal.
If there was such a thing in my world.
However, Roxie’s allowed me privacy, moments of anonymity where I could feed the darkness lurking in my soul. Usually, I had two drinks and left, but tonight was entirely different, my violent needs requiring some attention. And I’d found the perfect opportunity and subject.
The stupid fucking asshole who couldn’t keep his hands off the waitress.
By now, she was in a fit of tears, doing her best to remain strong.
I was angry, furious inside. Any man who assaulted a woman should be castrated. Maybe that’s what I’d enjoy tonight. I hadn’t allowed myself to engage in such dangerous activities in months, doing what I could to maintain and nurture my upper echelon aspect of the wealthy Chicago society.
I pulled the glass to my lips, darting my eyes toward the activity on the other side of the bar. I didn’t want to draw any attention to my increasing anger, or that I was paying any attention to the jokers’ activities, yet I had to admit tonight it was difficult to ignore. After a quick reminder that I was someone of importance, my family considered notorious as well as powerful, I polished off my third drink.
This was my escape, my way of feeding the ugly beast inside.
By the third liquid libation, I was usually a cranky son of a bitch. This time, I couldn’t take my eyes off the fuckhead as he laughed and joked about what he could and would do with the pretty yet innocent girl.
“I’m going to rip off those clothes of yours, fucking you like the tramp you are.”
His voice carried and the weak shitheads inside the bar were doing nothing to protect the innocent victim. No woman deserved to be called a tramp. Ever.
It burned me to the point I was seeing blood.
I hadn’t realized how much so until I heard a crack, realizing I’d broken the dense crystal glass in my hand.
“Oh, my God. Are you okay?” the equally as pretty bartender asked. She’d had her hands full as well, the beads of sweat rolling down both sides of her face a clear indication of just how much stress she was under.
I shifted my attention toward her, trying to offer a nonchalant smile. “I’m fine. Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”
“I guess not. Jesus. Let me grab you a towel. I can’t have you suing the place, or my boss will be pissed.”
The worthless boss who rarely slithered out of his office.
As I stared down at my hand, I took a series of ragged breaths. There was no pain. I was immune to any level of agony given everything I’d been through in my youth. Scars covered a portion of my body, a reminder of the brutality I was spawned from. Maybe that’s why I had a taste for blood.
I returned my attention to the jerk. I’d memorized everything about him, including his gestures and nervous tics. He looked familiar. Usually those with the worst behavior had influential parents. It was like that alone gave them permission for their bad behavior. The fucker had a date with the Angel of Death.
I thoroughly enjoyed being judge and jury.
And executioner.
I smirked as I thought about the ridiculous moniker given to the man responsible for a half dozen murders in and around Chicago over the last two years. Me. The women he’d saved had called him an angel for protecting them while killing those abusing them. The stupid reporters had taken it from there.
“Here you go. I do have a first aid kit if you think you need it.” She tried to take my hand to doctor it, but I fisted my fingers, enjoying the hint of pain. The feelings kept me very much alive, electrified in the only way that would ease the demons.
“Don’t worry. I’ve experienced much worse. Thank you for the towel.”
“Would you like another drink? On the house.”
“Not necessary. Just some water.”
The last thing I wanted was to be remotely intoxicated when I performed my act. I was precise in my methods, although tonight was about making an example instead of creating beautiful art as I usually did.
I’d wait until the perfect opportune time. After all, I was a very patient man. That had been beaten into me early on.
Chuckling, I grabbed a peanut, popping it open and tossing it into my mouth. Life was good.
Even if I was restless.
My patience paid off, although it took almost two additional hours.
Now, after one in the morning, as the last customers walked out, I paid my tab as well, leaving a hefty tip.
“Come on, baby. You know you want it.” the guy asked the waitress for the third time, fondling his junk before shoving her against the back wall while she was trying to clean off a table.
“Get off me,” she hissed, finally showing some chutzpa. Sadly, she had no idea what the punk was likely capable of.
When he tried to kiss her, she hauled off and knocked him halfway across the room and into one of the pool tables.
“You bitch!”
“Just get out,” she exclaimed to her credit.
“Fine, you little slut. I will be back. Watch your back.”
As the guy finally stormed out of the bar, I took my time following him, remaining in the shadows. At least the two employees left in the bar hadn’t paid any attention to the fact that I’d slipped out right after the jerk.
I preferred having a secure location where I could take my time with the abuser, helping educate him on the reasons why preying on young women to get his jollies wasn’t in his best interest.
But often, desperate times called for desperate measures, something my father used to say. I almost laughed realizing I’d allowed myself to utilize anything my savage, violent father had ever said.
Even though one of the last things he’d said before succumbing to the evil demons who’d waited in the shadows for the sick fuck to take his last breath was something that had haunted my brothers and me for almost two decades.
“Like father, like sons. I’m proud of what all three of you have become.” Then he’d laughed moments before he’d been cut to ribbons like the bastardized monster he truly was. I could no longer remember who’d make the first strike. It no longer mattered given the length of time that had gone by.
Proud?
It had taken us hunting him down like he’d done to dozens of people for him to tell us he was proud. If the fucker wasn’t already being broiled in the flames of hell, I’d enjoy slaughtering him all over again.
I shook off the memories, concentrating on the moment.
“Ah, fuck,” the kid said when he realized one of his buddies had taken his car keys, which was a good thing. Drinking and driving was another horrible offense. I loathed anything to do with overindulgence.
After searching his pockets several more times, he grumbled and cursed, finally taking off on foot.
I followed closely behind, getting a little closer every few blocks. He’d headed home via a dangerous part of town, which fit into my method of eliminating a problem. No one would suspect anything, but the kid was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I was only a few feet behind him, still in the shadows, when he obviously had a sense he was being followed. He stopped short, slowly shifting his head over his shoulder. Of course he saw nothing yet he picked up his pace significantly.
