Kidnapped by The Mafia Prince

Chapter 4: Madness

Ivy~

Before I could respond, he moved—swift and calculated. His hands brushed my waist, his body leaning into mine as he pinned me gently but firmly against the table. His lips found my neck, slow and deliberate, teeth leaving an intoxicating nip before his tongue grazed over it. The sensation sent shivers racing through me.

“Do you remember what it’s like to shatter,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, “or has he never brought you there?”

His words are a knife, twisting deep in my gut. My breath hitches, my body betraying me as heat pools between my thighs. I hate how his voice makes me weak, how his touch turns me into a f*****g puddle of want and need.

“Prick.” The word slipped out like a hiss.

His chuckle vibrated against my skin, low and satisfied, as though he knew exactly what I was feeling but wanted to hear me beg for it. And God, I hated him for it—hated how much I wanted him to keep going, to press harder, to take me right here on this damn table.

But instead, he pulled back, his stormy eyes meeting mine with a look that was nothing short of predatory. He was toying with me, playing the game like a cat with its prey, waiting to see if I’d jump or stay still.

I hated how much I wanted to jump.

“Why did you kiss me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his stormy eyes locking onto mine. “Because I wanted to know how you taste.”

My breath caught in my chest.

“And how do I taste?”

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

“Come il mio.”

Like mine. My brain translated. Something inside me broke, the careful walls I’d built crumbling under the weight of his words. I leaned closer, my voice trembling as I spoke.

“The real question is,” I shot back, tilting my head slightly and allowing my lips to linger precariously close to his, “Why my neck...and not my lips?”

With that, I closed the unbearable distance between us, and our lips crashed together, an impulsive, reckless move. The kiss was fiery, desperate, like trying to quench a thirst I didn’t even know I had. His response was instant, his hands gripping my waist with a ferocity that made my knees weak.

But then reality clawed its way back.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, my pulse hammering in my chest.

“I—I can’t,” I stammered, trying to step back, to collect the pieces of myself I’d just shattered.

His hand shot out, firm but not rough, catching my wrist. His stormy eyes locked onto mine, filled with something dark and unrelenting. He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper against my ear.

“You can,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, as though he were speaking something undeniable into existence. “You can do anything you want.”

I stared at him, my chest tightening. His words sank deep, rattling something loose inside me—a part of me I’d buried under years of being told what I couldn’t do, what I shouldn’t do.

“You don’t know what it feels like,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “Having a leash on your neck, being pulled in every direction.”

His grin widened, dark and wicked.

“Oh, I quite like that image. Wouldn't mind giving everything to see you leashed.”

“Asshole,” I hissed at him again, but the word came out breathless, barely carrying the spite I wanted it to.

I hated how much I wanted him to say more. To do more.

His laughter was low, rumbling, and maddeningly confident.

“It’s not chains holding you, Ivy,” he said, each word slow and deliberate, as if savoring the taste of my name. “It’s your silence. Say the words and watch how easy it becomes.”

His lips curved into a smirk, soft but edged with something darker. He leaned in, his breath brushing my ear.

“I dare you to be free.”

Those few words unlocked something wild within me—something reckless; something ravenous. All my hesitation seemed to shatter.

I kissed him again.

This time, it wasn’t impulsive. It was intentional, deliberate, the weight of everything I wanted poured into the press of my lips against his. His growl of approval sent a thrill racing through me, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs as he pulled me closer.

I’m drunk—not just on the liquor, but on him. Caleb. His name alone is a f*****g drug, and I’m already hopelessly addicted. The danger he radiates, the way his stormy eyes strip me bare with one f*****g look, it’s all too much. And yet, I want more. I want everything.

His hand grips my ass like he owns it, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises I’ll feel tomorrow. He’s not asking permission—he’s taking. His fingers dig into my flesh, pulling me tight against his body, and I can feel him already. His c**k is a hard, throbbing line against my stomach, straining against the fabric of his slacks. He hoists me onto the edge of the gambling table like I weigh nothing, my legs spreading open for him like I was built to do just that as he slides between my legs like he belongs there.

“Say it then,” he demands again, his hands sliding under the hem of my dress. His fingers grip my thighs, pushing the fabric higher, exposing the lace of my panties. He’s deliberate, teasing, taking his sweet f*****g time as his fingers brush against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

My body betrayed me, arching into him, craving the heat of his touch. His hands moved higher, fingers teasing the edge of my panties, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to unravel me.

“Caleb,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Say it, Velenosa,” he demands again, his voice rough with desire. His fingers brush against the lace of my panties, teasing the edge where I’m already soaked for him. His fingers ghosted over the thin fabric, brushing against the spot that made my knees weak. My breath hitched, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“You know them already,” I managed, but the word was weak, trembling. My mind was a haze, a war between the voice screaming at me to stop and the ache in my body begging him to keep going.

His stormy eyes locked onto mine, the intensity in them pinning me in place.

He pressed his thumb against my c**t, a slow, deliberate motion that sent shockwaves through me. My head fell back, a shaky whimper escaping my lips. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire, the edge of control slipping further and further away.

“Say the words out loud” he repeated, his tone darker now, laced with both seduction and challenge. “Tell me you want me to free you.”

I didn’t respond. Couldn’t. My fear, my everything was caught in the crossfire of him.

His finger circled slowly, deliberately, teasing me to the brink but refusing to give me the release I desperately craved.

“Still holding back?” he teased, slipping one finger beneath the lace, the bare touch of his skin against mine sending a bolt of electricity through me.

I clenched my jaw, shaking my head again even as my body betrayed me further. My hands moved of their own accord, tugging at his belt, desperate to feel more of him.

His chuckle was dark, the sound rumbling through his chest as he caught my hands, pinning them above my head.

“Not until you say it,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my throat.

He added another finger, the stretch and pressure unraveling me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My resolve crumbled with every calculated movement of his hand, every kiss, every whispered demand.

“f**k, Caleb,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Free me from him.” I choked out, the words tumbling from my lips before I can stop them. And just like that, his restraint snaps.

He yanks my panties down in one swift motion, leaving me bare and exposed on the edge of the table. His lips crash against mine in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, raw and desperate and completely consuming. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider as he positions himself at my entrance.

And then he’s inside me, filling me completely in one deep, relentless thrust.

The stretch is exquisite, the burn of him pushing me open making me cry out. But he doesn’t stop—he just keeps going, burying himself deeper and deeper until there’s no space left between us. His hands grip my hips with bruising force as he starts to move, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

The world disappeared. There was no Nathaniel, no party, no judgment. Just Caleb—raw, messy, consuming Caleb.

He moved like he owned me, like he was claiming every part of me I’d tried to keep hidden. His hands roamed my body, his lips never far from mine, his movements both calculated and chaotic.

I can’t help it—my voice breaks on a moan as he hits that spot inside me that makes me see stars. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as I claw at his back, desperate for more.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough against my skin as his hips moved against mine.

“Free me,” I gasped, the words tumbling from my lips in a desperate plea. His groan is low and feral, his hands tightening on my hips as he drives into me harder, faster, until I’m trembling on the edge of oblivion.

And when I shatter, it’s his name on my lips as I fall apart beneath him.