Caught:A Dark Mafia Romance

By: Piper Stone

As far as danger? Well, it seemed Giovanni Calduchi, as crowned head of the family, had made certain people knew Jagger, his company, and his friends were off limits. I wanted to say I’d been shocked at the story he’d told me, his brother faking his death in order to find out who’d betrayed the entire family, but I wasn’t. I’d learned much more about the organization in the few days since Jagger had been in town and nothing was shocking. To think that his father’s attorney had been held responsible, along with key players in the Calduchi organization seemed par for the course in Jagger’s world. Correction, in his old world.

Almost five days had passed, five beautiful days and nights of passion, my body surrendering in every way, no longer fearful of the boogeyman. Whether or not Jagger would be happy spending quiet nights in Boone, where nothing ever happened fast, I wasn’t certain. But I knew the man adored me and I was ready to take another step.

I heard the sound of the door opening, his footsteps moving into the hallway, and every inch of my body was covered in goosebumps. I was positioned just as he’d requested, completely naked, wearing only the studded nipple piercings. I was on the floor, sitting on my calves, my head lowered out of respect. And this was exactly the place I wanted to be.

“My sweet submissive.” Jagger placed his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair. The simple touch gave me tingles. I could tell he’d placed something on the table and my excitement was piqued.

“Yes, sir.”

“You look stunning.” Fisting my hair, he drew me to my feet, keeping his hold as he dropped his head, kissing my lips. He thrust his tongue inside, exploring my mouth. The taste of him was delicious, his scent more intoxicating than ever.

When he pulled away, he fingered my neck, moving aimlessly back and forth. “I have a surprise for you.”

“You do, my sir?”

“Yes, because you’ve been such a good girl lately.” He curled his lip as he slowly crawled his fingers to my nipples, issuing a low growl as he fingered the studs before pinching and twisting.

The pain was blissful. My pussy clenched, my breath skipped. I wanted his mouth and tongue to suck on both, but I sensed he had something else in mind.

Jagged eased one hand around my back, brushing the tips of his fingers around the ink. “You’ll always be my bad girl.”


He smacked both ass cheeks several times before handing me a velvet box. “But I know exactly how to handle you and plan on doing so every day.” Chuckling, he spanked me several additional times before giving the go ahead to open my gift.

I eased my hand over the smooth box, enjoying the feel of the crushed material. Red in color, of course. The color of enemies. Blood. And the color of hearts. Nestled inside was a thick silver choker, a single charm dangling just below. And the inscription?

Forever my bad girl...

The End

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