Taken by the mafia boss

Chapter 6

Samantha

Uncertainty gnawed at me as I glanced at the new replacement. With the last guy, it was clear as day that he despised me, but this current individual? His stoic expression gave nothing away, and his unwavering gaze sent shivers down my spine. It seemed like he was constantly locked in a staring contest, and the intensity of his gaze made me squirm with discomfort.

Desperate to escape his intense gaze, I impulsively leaped into the crystal-clear pool, hoping that he would vanish from my sight by the time I resurfaced. Alas, my hopes were dashed as he remained rooted to the spot, his unwavering gaze piercing through the water, patiently awaiting my emergence. Frustration surged within me, mingling with the remnants of anger towards the situation. I fixed him with a glare, determined to assert myself in this uncomfortable encounter.

"What's your name?" I blurted out, a sudden urge to identify this face with a corresponding name. It seemed like the easiest way to establish some semblance of control over the situation.

"Cent, ma'am," he responded in a measured tone, his voice devoid of any emotion. Cent. The name hung in the air, not entirely unpleasant. I had anticipated something more rugged, like Stone, a moniker that might better suit his unyielding demeanor.

"Well, Cent," I began, attempting to regain a sense of authority, "could you perhaps go stand somewhere else? Your unrelenting stare is making me incredibly uncomfortable. I'm quite certain that when Liam assigned you to watch over me, he didn't mean for you to do it so literally."

For a fleeting moment, I sensed a flicker of reaction in Cent's eyes. It was as though he was contemplating a response or considering granting my request. However, just as quickly, he averted his gaze, deliberately ignoring my words. I watched as his eyes wandered elsewhere, purposefully avoiding the barely-covered bikini top that I had discovered in my closet. I don’t know how it got to my closet, but I love it.

A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I emerged from the pool, determined to take matters into my own hands. If Cent wasn't willing to respect my privacy, despite my polite request, then I would have to find a way to chase him away that suited my own agenda. I couldn't help but revel in the thought.

"Are you absolutely certain you want to remain standing there?" I probed, a hint of playfulness lacing my voice. To my dismay, he remained steadfastly silent, offering no indication of yielding or even acknowledging my presence.

"Well then," I continued, a glimmer of amusement dancing in my eyes, "I suppose I shall have to swim naked." I allowed the words to hang in the air, waiting for Cent's reaction. His gaze returned to mine, and he scrutinized me for a few fleeting seconds before averting his eyes once again, stubbornly refusing to budge an inch.

He thinks I'm bluffing, does he? Oh, how little he knows about the real Samantha—the daring stripper who has shamelessly bared her all on a stage before, let alone in the confines of a private setting. Casting a discreet glance around, I couldn't help but acknowledge the inconvenient truth that this wasn't exactly a private show. Liam's watchful men were lurking in the vicinity, casting their own furtive glances in our direction.

As if sensing my hesitation, Cent's smirk widened beside me, his interpretation of my pause as a sign of wavering resolve. Yet, I wasn't about to back down. In fact, I took a deliberate step closer to him, ensuring that I stood directly within his line of sight. My fingers deftly reached behind my back, untying the knot that held my bikini bra secure. A flicker of surprise momentarily lit up Cent's eyes as the fabric began to loosen, but I maintained my grip, preventing it from slipping off completely.

A wicked smile played upon my lips as I confronted Cent with a challenge he couldn't ignore. "You still believe I'm bluffing?" I taunted, my voice dripping with confidence. Despite the audible swallow that betrayed his unease, Cent remained rooted to his spot, refusing to yield or retreat. His audacious gaze only served to embolden me further.

Taking his boldness as a cue, I released my grip on the bikini bra, allowing it to slip from my fingers and cascade down to the ground. As it fell, a gentle evening breeze whispered across my exposed chest, causing my n*****s to stiffen in response.

A shaky, hoarse voice escaped Cent's lips as he finally spoke up. "I don't think Mr. Gates will be pleased with this," he pointed out, his words tinged with a mixture of concern and undeniable arousal. "You should cover yourself."

"Oh, should I?" I teased, a playful glint in my eyes. "Or perhaps you're enjoying the spectacle a bit too much, Cent. Your accelerated breathing betrays you." In that moment, I realized I had a golden opportunity—a chance to kill two birds with one stone. Not only could I rid myself of Cent's unwelcome presence by making him thoroughly uncomfortable, but I could also take pleasure in the satisfaction of frustrating Liam in the process.

Cent cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from my exposed breasts, but he still refused to budge from his position. Undeterred, I moistened my lips, offering him a suggestive wink as my hands sensually trailed down the sides of my hips. Their destination was the knot that held my panties securely in place.

No matter how hard he tried to resist, Cent's gaze kept returning to me, fixating on my bare chest and the tantalizing knot. With a single pull, I loosened the knot, my fingers gripping the fabric tightly. I held it in place, providing him one last opportunity to turn away, to retreat from the scene. Yet, when he remained steadfast, unwavering, I released the thread, allowing the material to slip effortlessly from my body.

"s**t," he muttered, a frustrated groan escaping his lips. The unmistakable bulge in his pants served as a vivid reminder of his own primal desires, his pulsating masculinity. A tingling sense of apprehension crept up his spine, as if his boss would pounce on him from the shadows at any moment.

"He's not back yet, Cent," I remarked, my voice laced with a hint of disappointment. Though I had heard the sound of his car pulling in, it seemed that Cent was too engrossed in his fixation on my curves to even notice. With a subtle tilt of my head, I gestured towards his throbbing manhood, concealed beneath his trousers. "Do you need a helping hand with that?" I inquired, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Perhaps I could alleviate your tension with a skilled touch of my lips."

"f**k!" His internal struggle was palpable, his eyes darting around anxiously. There was a fleeting moment when he seemed tempted to accept my enticing offer, but the fear in his gaze overshadowed any lustful thoughts that had taken hold of his mind.

"He's right behind you," I informed him with a sly smirk, relishing in the confusion that flickered across the young man's face. His arousal still clouded his judgment, rendering him oblivious to the impending confrontation.

"What the f**k is happening here?!" Liam's voice thundered through the night air, an explosion of anger that shattered Cent's s****l trance. Trembling with fear, Cent hastily bowed before his boss, desperately seeking an escape from the imminent wrath that awaited him.

"Welcome back," I greeted Liam, my tone dry and devoid of any warmth. Not that he cared about my presence or my greeting. He was far too consumed by his fury to give a damn. As I leaned down to retrieve my discarded panties, his foot landed squarely on the fabric, preventing me from reclaiming them. Irritation and anger flickered in my eyes as I glared up at him from my squatted position. "Get your feet off my damn panties," I demanded, my voice laced with a simmering intensity.

He bent down slightly, his grip firm as he grasped my shoulder and effortlessly lifted me to his level. His eyes blazed with an intense shade of blue, a combination of anger and an insatiable hunger that seemed to emanate from deep within him. It was a feral need, one that sent a shiver down my spine.

"You allowed my men to have a front-row seat of your pu$$y," he seethed, his voice laced with bitterness. "Why can't I have the same privilege?"

My heart skipped a beat as his words hung in the air. It wasn't his men who stirred my desires; it was him. The magnetic pull I felt toward him was undeniable, and his penetrating gaze had already made me wet with anticipation. “Your men are more worthy of this p***y than you are.”

Attempting to break free from his grip, I strained against his hold, but his grasp only tightened, his eyes growing darker with seething fury. "Let go of me this instant!" I growled, my voice laced with frustration. I pushed against his chest, but it only served to fuse us together even more.

"You speak more lies than truths, Samantha," he hissed, his hand swiftly moving from my shoulder to my hair, gripping it firmly as he pulled me closer. The pain mingled with a strange pleasure, intensifying the electric charge between us. "If I am truly unworthy of your desires," he spat out, his words dripping with contempt, "then why do my words have the power to make you tremble with arousal?"

His words struck me like a bolt of lightning, causing my core to tighten and my thigh to clench involuntarily. A stifled gasp escaped my lips, betraying my body's response to his taunting words. He chuckled softly, his amusement evident. "You must be delusional if you think I'm sexually attracted to you," I protested, my voice laced with a hint of desperation. I watched as he arched an eyebrow, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. "I find myself more drawn to Cent than to you."

The humor vanished from his face, replaced by a fiery mixture of anger and... jealousy? Instant regret washed over me like a wave, engulfing my senses. Why had I provoked this already enraged beast? His grip on my hair tightened, his intense gaze scrutinizing my face before he forcefully crashed his lips onto mine.

Shock immobilized me for a moment. His lips on mine were not what I had expected. I had anticipated a forceful shove, perhaps even an attempt to drown me in the pool in a fit of rage. But this furious assault on my lips caught me completely off guard.

As reality slowly seeped back into my consciousness, I attempted to push him away, to regain control of the situation. However, a deep, guttural groan escaped his throat, reverberating through my core. That primal sound invaded my mind, clouding my judgment. The arousal surged within me, taunting the line between pleasure and animosity. Who said I couldn't engage in a passionate encounter with this man and despise him all over again come morning? It was my life, my rules, after all.

My hands instinctively curled around his neck, my fingers slipping into his hair. I grasped the roots firmly, eliciting an approving groan from him. I craved more—needed more. Opening my mouth, I welcomed his invading tongue, engaging in a fierce battle for dominance.

His hand squeezed my thigh before venturing higher. Without breaking the kiss, his palm pressed firmly against my throbbing heat, drawing a gasp of pleasure from my lips. I yearned for more, an insatiable hunger ignited by his touch. He read my unspoken desires, my silent pleas. I could sense the smirk playing on his lips as he began to rub his forefinger up and down my soaked folds.

The need for air became overwhelming, forcing me to break away from the intoxicating kiss. My neck arched back, my grip on him tightening. Sensations danced across my skin as he trailed his lips along my neck, planting fervent kisses and leaving a trail of intoxicating sensations. His finger paused in its tantalizing ministrations, leaving me groaning with disapproval, craving the continued pleasure that his touch had provided.

His breath grew harsh, escaping through flared nostrils as he maintained his relentless touch. His thumb took over, circling my sensitive c**t, causing my thigh to clench involuntarily. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he pushed my knee apart, asserting his dominance. "Still think I'm unworthy of your precious p***y?" he taunted, his voice laced with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

As his fingers plunged into me, a shameless urgency possessed me. I shamelessly rocked my hips, chasing the intoxicating pleasure I craved in that very moment. The sensations pulsed through my body, threatening to push me over the edge.

"What do you want?" he growled into my ear, his pace quickening with each passing second.

"I want to cum... I want to c*m so hard!" I pleaded, my voice desperate and filled with unbridled longing.

Just as I teetered on the precipice of ecstasy, he chuckled darkly and abruptly withdrew his fingers. A wave of frustration washed over me as my pleasure was abruptly snatched away. "The next time you decide to pull a filthy stunt like the one you just did, remember this: it won't be you who faces the consequences, who kisses the barrel of my gun," he declared coldly, tossing his winter coat at me. "Cover yourself up. I believe you've provided enough entertainment for my men tonight."

It took a minute for my arousal to subside, and another full minute for his words to fully register. "What do you mean by 'kissing your barrel'?" I called after him, my voice filled with disbelief and realization dawning upon me. He intended to take his vengeance on someone else for the act I had committed. "You wouldn't dare!"

Covering myself with his coat, I raced after him, determination fueling my pursuit. "Stop right there, you bastard!" I shouted as we entered the house through the back door. "I'm talking to you, Liam! Stop being a coward and face me!"

He whirled around so swiftly that I barely had a chance to register it before his hand closed around my neck. Panic surged through me as I clawed at his grip, desperately gasping for air. But my struggle seemed to have little effect on him. "The next time you dare to speak to me like that in front of my men, I'll f*****g end your pathetic life!" he growled, his words dripping with a lethal promise.

Deep down, I knew he didn't truly mean it. Despite his anger, he was incapable of truly killing me. "You're not going to kill Cent for my mistakes," I managed to choke out, my voice strained and defiant.

With a huff of frustration, he released his hold on my neck and resumed his ascent up the stairs. I stumbled back, rubbing my throat, and followed after him. "He watched you, Samantha. That alone is punishable by death," he muttered, his clenched fists concealed in his pockets, his back tense as he climbed each step. "I saw his f*****g erection. How dare he have the audacity to get hard while ogling what belongs to me!"

Confusion swirled within me. What had gotten into him? "You do not own me or any part of my goddamn body, Liam!" I snapped, my frustration boiling over. "Stop behaving like a primitive caveman!"

Undeterred, I chased after him, managing to slip into his room just before he slammed the door shut. He paused, not surprised that I had followed him all the way to his sanctuary. "I consider a woman entering my room as an invitation, Samantha," he stated matter-of-factly, his gaze locking with mine.

A bitter retort hung on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it back. After all, his fingers had been intimately exploring me just moments ago. What more shame could I possibly feel? "You will release Cent," I demanded, my voice filled with determination. "The young man did nothing wrong, and for that reason, no harm shall befall him."

A chuckle escaped him, clearly amused by my futile attempt at exerting authority. "Is that an order? Sweetheart, in case you've forgotten, I'm the one who calls the shots around here. I'm the one who gives the orders, not you," he taunted, his voice laced with superiority.

I could sense the seething anger in his eyes, the anger he struggled to conceal. It was a terrifying realization that he truly intended to end another man's life because of me. I couldn't bear the weight of that guilt. Fear coursed through me, causing my eyes to sting with unshed tears. "Please, Liam," I pleaded desperately, willing to humble myself if necessary. "Please spare his life. I won't be able to live with myself if something happens to him."

His gaze remained fixed on my tear-stained cheeks, his eyes narrowing slightly. I could see the flicker of emotions within him, my tears managing to reach a deeper place in his heart. "Next time, before you decide to behave in such a manner, remember the consequences of your actions," he warned sternly, his hand moving towards the door. "Leave my room, and do not appear before me for the rest of the night."

I sank to my knees, bowing my head in submission. "I am ready to do anything... Anything, just so that young man can live."

Intrigued by my offer, he leaned down, his grip firm on my shoulder as he pulled me back up to my feet. "Do not kneel for any man other than me," he commanded, his voice filled with possessiveness. "I am the only one worthy of such a beautiful sight."

I clenched my teeth, refusing to let any impulsive words slip past my lips and further provoke him. He cradled my cheek tenderly, his thumb wiping away the remnants of my tears. "I dislike seeing you cry, Samantha. It pains me to witness your tears."

I swallowed my impatience, waiting quietly and attentively for his next words, yearning for the answer I desperately wanted to hear.

"Fine, I will spare his life," he finally relented. I searched his eyes for any trace of deceit, but he frowned in response. "My word is my bond, baby girl. Besides, I have no reason to lie to you." He released his hold on me, taking a step back. "However, nothing comes without a price, Samantha. I want something in exchange for his life."

I knew I had brought this upon myself, but that wouldn't stop me from resenting him if he were to force me into a s****l encounter. I struggled to contain my glare as I asked, "What do you want?"

"Don't give me that look, baby girl. Remember, you made the offer. You just told me you were willing to do anything to save Cent's life."

"What do you want?" I repeated, my tone laced with restrained frustration.

"I want to sleep and wake up with you by my side every day," he declared, his lips curling into an arrogant smirk.

My eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you proposing that I marry you?"

His smirk only grew wider, oozing with arrogance and satisfaction.