All Chapters of Trapped By The Mafia Don: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ScarlettI could see him, the man who'd lived in my fantasies for a few precious hours. The wet dream had been unexpected, leaving me soaking wet and hugging the pillow between my legs, visions of him thrusting his cock deep inside my pussy, his actions brutal. I absently rubbed a bead of perspiration from over my lip, trying to blink away the images. I'd even envisioned him taking me across his lap, spanking me like the bad little girl that I was. Jesus.What in the hell am I doing? The little voice inside my head was riled, confused as to why I was here, in the very office of what I now considered a wretched human being. The shock of learning that Gage Ralph had been the man responsible in some measure for my father's death had been horrific, sending me into a tailspin. My father had made it to the hospital, dying shortly thereafter. The attending doctor could say very little, except my father's heart had simply stopped. But I knew better. That's when I'd gone searching for every sc

GageI had to give Scarlet Scott credit. She was one tenacious girl. To think she could infiltrate my operation, securing information in order to help in her endeavors was preposterous. But here she was, sitting in my office chair after picking the lock on my door. More than impressive. Finding out who she really was had taken less than thirty minutes of searching the internet. Even the use of her mother's maiden name and a ridiculous first name had been creative, albeit she was no criminal mastermind, or I wouldn't have discovered her operation so easily. Still, I absolutely wanted nothing more than to have her in my arms, let alone my bed.My suspicions regarding my new employee had formulated overnight. Call it years of intense training with my father. The pieces had been too perfect, the timing just right. Even her 'oh shucks' demeanor the night before, while polished and convincing, had raised a red flag. Here she was, no doubt ready for a fight.I should be furious. Instead, I w

Gage"You are an extortionist. I can't wait to expose you for what you truly are."I lifted my glass, holding the dense crystal in the air until she raised hers, the lips clinking. "You've made an excellent decision, sweet Scarlet."She snorted before finishing off her glass, half slamming it on top of my desk. I took my time, sipping, keeping her in position. Only when I was satisfied that she had accepted the deal did I finish my drink, easing my glass beside hers.I made certain our hands remained locked. I wanted her to understand my power over her. There would be no compromises. Using the tip of my index finger, I traced a line along her hairline, brushing down ever so slowly to her jaw. She flinched at first until I began again, keeping the touch feather light. Finally, she seemed less tense, her breathing almost normal. "I have so many plans in store for you, for us, sweet Scarlet.""Don't get too comfortable, Gage. One week. Not a day, not even a minute longer." Her words were

GageI eased back and kissed her forehead before taking two steps away. "You should get some rest." Her eyes were glassy, her face shimmering from a sheen of perspiration created by raging desire. And her scent. Dear God, the scent of her hunger was overpowering.Breathing out, she brushed both of her hands up to her hair, removing the clip and shaking her head.The gesture was far more provocative than the kiss itself. I was in awe of her beauty."Where are you really staying, your father's house?" Now, I needed a drink in order to calm my nerves.The sadness in the way she shook her head was gripping, driving a stake into my heart. "The downtown Marriott, room six twenty-two.""Excellent choice." A tightness formed in my chest."What time are we leaving?" she asked before pressing two fingers against her lips."Eight. We'll get started early. We have a long way to go and I don't like to waste any time."She took a step around me, her gait unsteady. Glaring over her shoulder, she bit

ScarletDear God, please don't let me die. Or worse. Lose my soul. The prayer was enough to create a violent wave of nausea, forcing me out of bed and into the bathroom. There was nothing quite like hugging the toilet first thing in the morning. After dry heaving, I struggled to stand and ripped off my nightie, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. I'd never considered myself beautiful in any regard, but I'd seen the expression on Gage's face, the longing. The lust.I cupped both breasts, squeezing as I twisted until I was able to see the marks he'd left. The ones he'd created. The outline of his belt was clear, several spots remaining red. Another wash of shame rushed through every cell in my body. I was shocked because the truth was that I admired them. I was wearing his marks, the ones he inflicted because I was a naughty girl. I burst into laughter at the thought. What in the hell was wrong with me?My father had always called me his naughtiest girl, even though I'd almost never