The Mobster's Whore Ch. 08

How had he managed...

"I thought we could make it our new home," he explained, looking down at me expectantly.

"It is beautiful," I offered.

"Of course. I'll need to be here if I'm going to run the city. Since you took care of our Aldine problem, I thought you should be the one to decorate the place. Make it ours, so to speak."

How cruel. To move me into Dominic's building, so I am reminded of him constantly. With a kiss on my temple, Edward leaned in to whisper, "We are going to be very happy together, love."

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Three Months Later...

You know what it's like, don't you?

That incredible moment before an earth-shattering, toe-curling orgasm, when you're right on the edge and you would literally do and say anything to come?

When every muscle in your body is pulled taut with anticipation, your breath laboured and shallow; when you can't even move because of the overwhelming sensations rushing through you?

Well, I was right there.

No matter how many times I begged and pleaded and bargained, Dominic wouldn't let me come. I'm frustrated and I want to curse and swear at him until he gets pissed enough to push me over the edge. But at the same time, I'm more turned on than I have ever been in my life. My entire body is trembling with the need to release, with the agonising pain of being denied time and time again, but it's a high I'm happy to ride until Dominic ends it.

He pulled the vibrator out from my pussy, and I bit down on the sheets to keep from hurling insults at him. My trembling legs finally gave out beneath me and I collapsed on the bed with a soft grunt. A sharp strike to my ass - this time with the cane - had me raising it back up with a cry. My back arched, presenting my ass in the position he demanded.

The mattress dipped as he moved, a loud thud as he threw the vibrator on the table he'd pulled to the side of the bed. He elicited a long, desperate moan from my throat when he finally slid his thick, long, hard cock into my pussy, and I almost came right then.

The delicious pain that rushes through me at being stretched wider than I ever have only intensifies my pleasure, and I have to fight to keep from having an orgasm. Mr. Aldine wouldn't be happy with me if I disobeyed his rules, and who knew what the fuck he'd do to me then?

Rough fingers wrapped around the back of my head, pushing my face even further into the sheets, muffling the sound of my scream. He lets up once he's bottomed out, and I drew a deep breath before turning my head to the side to ease the strain on my neck. Fuck, what I wouldn't give to see him right now.

But he wouldn't let me.

At least not yet.

Instead, he wanted to see me, watch me come undone before him while he teased and spanked and played with me.

And what a fucking sight I must be right now.

I was certain my curls were sticking up at odd ends all over my head from being pulled and yanked so many times. My arms were bound behind my back by inches upon inches of hemp rope, and my eyes were covered by a thick, satin blindfold held in place with an expensive silk scarf. My entire body was trembling, my caramel skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My ass was on fire, the skin likely covered with marks from his hand, the flogger, welts from the belt, the whip... and fuck, the cane. My nipples were painful, burning from being pinched by the clamps tightened around them. I'm breathing so hard, I almost can't hear the rush of blood in my ears. And my heart... Shit, it's been racing from the moment he put his hands on me.

There were dark circles under his eyes when I arrived, an exhausted air around him that made the barely contained hunger seem all the more dangerous. I might have missed the signs, but I had been staring at him too intensely not to notice how he held himself. There were also deep creases in his brow, and the frequent clenching of that powerful jaw. He'd been abnormally calm for someone who obviously felt emotion so intensely all the time.

After I wrapped a hand around that monster between his legs, that tattooed hand had reached for the slender column of my neck and closed around it, the hold gentle. But it trembled with the overwhelming extent of his arousal. His eyes had been feral, wild... and there was a manic glint to them that promised adequate compensation for our prolonged separation. He was panting from anticipation, the veins in his temple pulsing rapidly as he glared down at me.

So, excited and eager to serve, I had stuck my tongue out of my mouth, licked at the bead of precum leaking from the head. That's all it had taken to snap the leash, and he'd pushed into my mouth with a grunt that made my toes curl.

I had given control over to him, promised to wait until I couldn't push past my limits anymore to use the safe words we'd both agreed on. And thus had begun the next two hours of what was already the best fucking sexual experience of my life.

If my moans weren't evidence enough, the wetness coating my thighs was a definite indication of how much I was enjoying every second of his sadistic ministrations.

"Fuuuuuuucccckkkk! Oh. Oh, fuck, Dominic!"

I couldn't help but scream the words when he rammed his cock into me again.

Once.

Twice...

Before driving all the way in on the third thrust, he pushed into me until the head of his cock was crammed against my cervix, bringing with it a sweet, toe-curling pain that sent tingles all over my body.

My body almost collapsed on the mattress again, but he held me up by the hips, his short nails digging into the skin there, and I just knew he'd leave bruises. I was most likely already covered in them. He wrapped a large fist around the ponytail at my nape, yanking me back hard enough that my face wasn't pushed up against the sheets anymore.

I think to myself that this is it.

This is when he'll pull out. This is when he'll deny me once again, just because he could.

He fucked me instead.

Long, deep strokes of that magnificent cock, and I moaned out loud for him because I couldn't fucking help it. He needed to know how amazing it felt to have him fuck me like this, to feel his shaft saw in and out of me with such precision. My eyes rolled back and my tits bounced painfully on my chest, my pussy tightening in a silent plea for him to stay buried to the hilt inside me.

And when he pulled out again, I fell apart.

My adamant determination to outlast his rage crumbled under his carefully calculated, beautifully executed thrusts.

"Mr. Aldine, please, please..."

He ignored me, and chose to tease my swollen clit with the sensitive head of his cock instead.

I shivered, and tried again. "Please, please, please. It hurts so... fucking much."

I did not recognise my own voice. I sounded so defeated, so vulnerable. His growl of gratification rumbled in his chest, and I sighed with relief when I heard the deep, smooth timbre of his voice.

"What hurts?"

"Every... Everything. Just, please... I need... you."

He is quiet for a moment, but the hand still on my hip trails up to roughly squeeze my tits before he pulls me back, forcing me to arch my spine.

The broad, hard muscles of his chest and abs pressed against my sweaty, bowed back, his lips brushing against the fragile column of my neck delicately, his stubble tickling my skin. There was a sharp, deep inhale, his tongue leisurely sweeping over the sensitive skin at the back of my neck. The attention sent warmth through my body, and I leaned into him, needing the soft, sweet touches just as much as I needed the hard, brutal strikes.

Slowly, he loosened the knot of the scarf behind my head, removing it from around the blindfold. Then, he pulled at the satin until I could see again. I blinked several times as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the lights above us. My head was savagely yanked back further, until I could see his face.

Deep, soulful eyes skimmed over my face with both desire and concern, as if worried he may have pushed me too far, too soon. His dark eyebrows pulled together on his brow, full lips pressed to my forehead in a soothing kiss.

"Sweet, Avery..."

"Come find me, Dominic. Please..."

I gasped awake, sitting up in bed with my hands clutching at my chest. A thin layer of sweat has my pyjamas sticking to my skin and my mind is flooded with memories of Dominic that won't go away. For what felt like the five hundredth time in months, I peeled off the silk pants I was wearing and ran the pad of my thumb over the initials carved into my skin.

The brand no longer hurts, but there's something about seeing it on my skin that turned me on beyond words. I traced the "D", following the same path the tip of his knife had that night, recalling the look of determination in his features.

While I traced the first "A" with my left, my right hand delved between my thighs and pinched my clit between my fingers. I sighed softly, leaned back against the pillows and spread my legs as far as they could go. I was already so turned on that my pussy was moist to the touch, my clit swollen.

I pushed three fingers inside my cunt, seeking that pleasure spot hidden in the wet walls, and fucked myself. The sound that escaped me was one of pure pleasure and my mind drifted back to the vividness of my dream, and I got lost in the fog while my hand caressed the curves of my body. I grabbed my tit and pinched the nipple, needing more...

I rolled over onto my belly, arched my back just enough to allow my hand room to flick and rub my clit. I reached around with the other, pushed my fingers back into my cunt and... Yes.

This is much better.

My ass raised high in the air, I fucked myself on the bed, my fingers squelching lewdly, which only turned me on even more. My pussy flooded, and I pushed my fingers in deeper. My breathing quickened and my heart was pounding hard enough that I almost couldn't hear my own moans.

The quicker I rubbed my clit, the more Edward's ring scraped against my sensitive flesh, which only heightened the pleasure I felt and increased my speed. Hips bucking, ass quivering, I sat up as I came. I let myself moan out loud, safe in the knowledge that my husband wasn't home. My walls squeeze around my fingers at the same time I squirt all over my palm, and I don't stop until the waves of ecstasy are gone, then I slowly pull away both hands to examine them.

The one slick with my ejaculation, the other coated in a musky cream that I loved to lick off my fingers every time I came. I sat there, squatting over the black silk sheets while I cleaned my fingers, then I got up to shower and dress.

Edward didn't come home last night, thank God. He'd left last night to tend to some business, but I think he may have been with one of his whores. Which was a relief because I didn't have to endure more punishment for leaving the mark on my thigh. Every night when he slid under the covers and touched me, he sought out the letters on my skin. Every night he found the mark exactly as he'd last seen it, which sent him into a rage. I still wore the bruises from last time, and they were still tender to the touch.

I couldn't bear to be reminded of them, so I always showered instead of bathing to save myself from regret and anger.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, I found Luis already waiting for me, a breakfast tray in his hands. He set the tray down on the table and approached me, pulling me into a warm embrace.

That's what he did, Luis.

He took care of me.

Luis had promised my father he would watch over me, keep me safe as best he could. And he had, or tried his best to, under the circumstances. Because the gist of it was, Luis needed to stay loyal to Edward too. That's how we'd mapped the whole plan out. It wouldn't work if Edward couldn't trust Luis. You see, the Hudsons had been friends with the Garcias - my family - for decades. They had been one of the few people to attend my parents' "controversial" wedding, and were named godparents at my Christening a few months later. Edward was already three at the time, and although we were practically raised together, my father never wanted me to marry him. Even then, he could see what kind of man Edward would grow up to become.

Unfortunately for my papa, the Hudsons were desperate for a union between our families. They began what could only be labelled as a take-over, slowly tearing off pieces of what my parents had built over the years. And then they had Mama killed, labeling it as one of those accidents you see so often on the news. My father had been so distraught, he hadn't been able to get out of bed sometimes. He left the work to his right-hand, Thomas Hudson, who literally destroyed everything. By the time Papa figured out what was going on, it was much too late. We were bankrupt, and Marked, with our only option presented to me a day after my father had been buried.

He took his own life, because he wasn't able to bear the shame of losing everything.

I had been alone for most of my marriage, honestly. Even though I knew Luis was there when I needed him, he couldn't be involved in mine and Edward's personal shit.

Which meant that every single time my husband raised a hand to me, every time he threw shit at my head, called me a whore in the privacy of our bedroom or wrapped his hand around my neck and threatened to kill me, Luis couldn't interfere. He couldn't even check on me when it was over, just in case one of the staff saw it or Edward was watching me from the cameras in the house.

But each time I was backhanded or insulted for not living up to his high expectations, Luis's anger and resentment towards Edward grew and morphed into a deep, deep loathing that only paled in comparison to mine.

That scene in Mona's office was for show, just like every other occasion that he and I interacted with each other when someone might be watching. My heart didn't pound with love or excitement, it was trepidation and sadness.

"Have you found him yet?"

Luis shook his head, kissing my forehead in that paternal manner of his. He placed a kiss on my forehead, as if hoping the gesture would soften the blow somehow.

It does not.

"Then he will find me. He must know where we are."

"I must insist you stop going to campus. He will obviously know you're still attending classes. We can't risk him hurting you, my dear."

"He deserves an explanation. I... broke his trust and I assume his heart. He should be told why, and he won't come unless I am alone. He probably assumes Edward and I are allied."

Luis patted my hand, understanding.

"You love him."

"Probably. Why else does it feel like my very soul has been ripped from me? Like a vital part of me is missing?"

"And yet you kept the truth from him. You would much rather stab him to near death than be honest?" He shook his head slowly, his confusion evident. "I will reach out to mutual associates again, but I presume he will come to you directly. Be careful, niece."

After I ate the spread Luis had brought, I emerged from my bedroom thirty minutes later as Mrs. Samaria Gabriella Hudson. I had chosen a navy blue dress, my curls pulled into a tight ponytail and my lips coated a dark red. All traces of my abuse were hidden, and I was ready to fit right back into my role as Edward's loyal, doting wife.

Only now, I was ready to take back what he and his family had stolen from me and mine. I would reclaim my empire, and I was going to enjoy every single fucking second of it. Over the past few months, his Miami lieutenants and I - through Luis - had doubled business, cut out the middleman between us and his suppliers, cleaned up the operation of anyone who was loyal to me and bargained a deal with the remaining cartel to work under us so long as I was in charge. And all this in the space of a few months.

My only problem now is New York.

I wouldn't be able to properly take down my asshole husband and rule in his stead unless I had allies here. And the only person who was powerful enough to help me do that was probably in hiding, hating me with every fibre of his being and wishing I were dead.

But Luis and I had a plan for that too. The only problem was, I hadn't told Dominic the truth before I'd tried to kill him. So he had no fucking idea that what I'd done had been to save him.

Edward has been after Aldine for years. He's been carefully plotting and scheming to set Dominic up for a very long time. I knew he'd sent the intel I gave him to the feds, which is why they've been all over Aldine's ass lately.

Dominic and his most trusted men were supposed to take the fall, leaving their entire operation ripe for the picking. And after Edward's meeting with Aldine, he could argue that he had a better claim to his empire than anyone else. Aldine's allies would side with my husband, and the rest would be easy enough from there. So long as Edward continued to provide the feds with information they needed, they'd let him keep his properties and position in the underground.

So, when Hunter had told me about the feds backing off that night, I knew Edward had moved up the timeline and Dominic would be arrested the very next morning. That's why my dear husband asked me to keep Aldine busy the night before.

And I couldn't let him succeed, because Dominic would have been dead before the case even went to trial. Edward knew what a powerful man Dominic was, the influence he had. If he lived long enough to get out of jail, he would go after my husband with everything he had. My only choice was to remove him from the equation so I could get this shit in place. That way, I could have his back when he finally resurfaced.

And no matter how much he may hate me, I still needed Dominic on my side. I just prayed he would hear me out before he murdered me. I just had to find him, explain myself and pray he sided with me instead of my husband.

I drove the car that Dominic had bought me to campus. I lied and told him it was a gift to myself, for all the hard work I'd put in over the last few months. Edward allowed me to drive it to campus on condition I adhered to my curfew. I had to be home before ten, or I'd have all my privileges taken away. All things I didn't argue against, so Edward would think of me as an obedient wife.

I made it to campus early, taking up residence in the library before my classes started. My day practically flies by. I'm so swamped with assignments that I choose to remain on campus to complete them before heading home, shooting Edward a text to let him know I would be home a little late. He called instead of texting back, his tone betraying his displeasure.

"It isn't safe. Get back to the tower now."

I rolled my eyes. "There are hundreds of other students here and enough cameras to rival a film set. I'll be fine."

A curse.

"If you're so worried, you can send an army of your men to watch over me. You have my location, so you know where I am. I'll be home before ten."

"Don't you dare leave without telling me."

I hung up before he could say more, put my phone on silent and tossed it in my bag. Otherwise I wouldn't focus. And Edward would check in every ten minutes, the controlling shit.

I become absorbed in the work, to the point that I don't notice the library emptying out. By the time I look up, I'm the only one in the common rooms. Even the library assistant is packing up for the day.

I started doing the same, reaching into my bag for my phone. I'm not surprised to see I have thirty-seven missed calls and fifteen texts, all from Edward. Calling him back would be futile at this point, since I was already on my way home. I tossed my bag over my shoulder, walked out into the parking lot where my car was parked. I had hoped Dominic would use it to track me. The only reason I drove it everywhere was so that he would know where I was and come for me. But he hadn't so far, and he didn't tonight.