CLAIMED BY THE MOB BOSS

TRYING TO ESCAPE

RAVEN:

I swallow hard as he calls my full name. My body locks up, and I sit still, trying not to take up much space.

“You do not have to be scared, Love.” His hoarse voice rocks the car as he slips a hand onto my thigh.

My eyes find him, and he says, “I will not hurt you. Only if you want me to.”

I force a smile onto my lips, staring at him. A thousand thoughts run through my mind—how I can leave here, and how fast I can escape. The car is in motion, and jumping out would just be foolish.

Suddenly the car comes to a halt. I look up to see we are in front of an enormous mansion finely decorated with flowers, and a water fountain in the middle.

“We are home, Love.” Dante grabs my hand, and I allow him. He raises the back of my palm to kiss me, and I punch him in the nose at once, opening the door with my free hand.

“What the f**k!” he yells, but I do not wait.

I bolt at once, rushing out of the car without thinking. I head straight to the huge black gate, running as fast as my legs can whilst ignoring my broken ankle. Halfway through, I hear the c*****g of a gun.

“Stop right there!” one of Dante’s man yells, causing my heart to leap and my knees to buckle.

I crash to the ground, letting out a loud scream.

Dante smacks the man in the face, yelling. “Are you out of your mind! Who says you can point a gun at my wife!”

I drag my hand on the floor, trying to crawl away, but before I can blink, Dante scoops me off the ground.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, throwing my arms around his neck as he carries me in bridal style.

I look away.

“I am fine,” I say in a low tone, trying hard to conceal the pain burning through my body.

“You are on f*****g probation, and I want you to submit your gun to Boyle!” he yells at the guard.

The man lowers his head, muttering, “Yes, sir.”

“Pray she is okay or you lose whatever part of her body is inflicted!” He grunts, and I scoff.

“I said I am fine, you…”

“Your opinion is not needed.” He cuts me off, walking towards the front door.

Boyle opens the door for him, and I thrash against Dante’s chest, trying to break free from his grip.

“Call the doctor,” he says to Boyle.

“My legs are f*****g fine, and I want to be let down,” I say, but he doesn’t bulge. “My hands are so close to your throat, and I know the right veins to…”

Before I can finish, he adjusts me on his body like I am nothing, throwing me over his shoulder.

“Thank the Lord you are hurt, because I would give you a good spank to keep that runny mouth of yours shut,” he says with his hand dangling dangerously close to my butt.

I should hate how condescending he is, but I get a jump in my p***y. Pleasure. f**k, a man as filthy as him couldn’t possibly arouse me. His group killed my father, even if he didn’t orchestrate it. I should hate him.

He kicks open the door of room and I slam my hand on his back. It is so hard that he tosses me on the bed, grabbing both of my hands with one of his. He pins it above my head, caging my body with both legs on either side. His eyes stare down at my body like the f*****g predator he is.

“We haven’t even consummated our marriage yet, and you are being a pain in the butt. Do not make me regret saving you,” he says while I keep struggling against his grip.

“Then you should kill me. I am not worth it,” I say to him,and he chuckles.

“You are worth everything, love. I enjoyed last night, and…”

“You can have any woman you desire!”

“I choose you. My wife, my rules. I own everything that belonged to Axel, including you, so behave!”

I am aggravated by the way he treats me like property, so I struggle harder with my body.

“Let go of me!”

“You will hurt yourself more!” He groans, then lets up.

My hand flies hard across his face, giving him a resounding slap that leaves the both of us still. I gasp, covering my mouth with both hands and my eyes wide open. His face is turned to the side, and I want to apologize, but the words barely leave my mouth.

I expect him to hit me, but a deep baritone chuckle echoes in the room.

“That is the second time you’ve hit me in a row, and I must say, it turns me on too, darling,” he says, running the back of his finger on my cheeks.

His other hand runs up my thighs, causing the muscles in my p***y to jump again. My n*****s strain hard against my bra, and I thank God he cannot see it.

“You know how to push my buttons, Love, and I cannot wait to explore my wife.”

“I don’t want you,” I mutter in a low tone, and he chuckles again, leaning close to my ears.

My heart almost leaves my chest as he whispers, “Let’s play a game. I find your p***y wet, and I get to f**k you tonight,” he says, and bumps sprout up my skin.

His hands make their way into my dress. I cannot give him the satisfaction of knowing his questionable actions turn me on. Quickly, I reach for his gun tucked in his back pocket.

“Get off me,” I state with my hands shaking.

He smirks, knowing I won’t shoot. Then he gets to his feet, putting his hands in the air. I sit up to speak when someone knocks on the door, distracting me for a moment and giving him an opening to snatch his gun from my hand…