Ryan Retribution: A Dark Mafia romance (New York Ruthless Book 3)

I stand at the elevator and wave Conor and the twins goodnight as they head off to work for the evening. Shane walks up behind me and slips his arms around my waist.

“So, what shall we do tonight, Hacker?” he whispers in my ear.

“What do you want to do?” I ask as I turn in his arms.

“You.” He flashes his eyebrows at me.

“You did me about two hours ago. You’ll have to wait until later. Or I’m not going to be able to walk.”

“Later then,” he says with a wink. “I wish I could take you out. As soon as we’re back on track with business and I don’t have to worry about Liam, I’m going to take you out for dinner.”

“Out? Like on a date?” I smile at him.

“Exactly like a date,” he nods as he presses his lips against my neck. “I’ll take you to the fanciest restaurant in New York, and then I’m going to fuck you in the restroom, and then again in the limo on the way home.”

“Is that all you ever think about?”

“When you’re around me, Hacker,” he groans. “You drive me to distraction.”

“How about a swim on the roof?”

He bites on his lip. “You in a bikini…”

“I don’t have a bikini.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “Or a swimsuit.”

“Then unless you just want to go with my plan, where I just fuck you all night, that will have to be a no.”

“A workout?”

“We’ll end up fucking,” he shrugs.

I roll my eyes. “It’s a shame we can’t go out somewhere.”

He sucks on his top lip as though he’s deep in thought. “You still have that sexy little dress you wore to the club that night?”

My insides flutter at the memory of that night when I danced with Conor, and Shane spanked me with his belt, which was as hot as hell, but then he sent me away hot and wet and needy. “Yes, I think so anyway.”

“Go get yourself ready and meet me in the dining room in an hour. Wear the dress.”

I frown at him, wondering what he’s got up his sleeve. Shane Ryan never fails to surprise me. “Okay,” I say as I turn to walk to my room.

“Jessie,” he shouts after me, and I spin around to face him.

“Wear those black heels too.”

I cross my arms over my chest as though I’m annoyed, but I love it when he’s bossy. “The mini dress and black heels? Is that all, Sir?”

“Yes, that is all. Nothing else!” He arches an eyebrow at me before a wicked grin flickers across his lips.

Goosebumps prickle along my flesh and the wet heat flushes between my thighs. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and turns around, making his way toward the kitchen and leaving me to stare after him. A hot, trembling mess.

One hour later, I smooth the black minidress over my thighs as I stand at the doorway to the dining room. As instructed, I’m wearing no underwear and my black six-inch pumps. My pulse thrums against my skin as I wonder what Shane has planned for the rest of the evening. As I open the door, the delicious aroma of Italian food hits me.

The table is set for two, with a single candle in the middle. Shane is serving up pasta onto plates with his back to me.

“Did you cook?” I ask as I stride into the room.

He turns to me. “No. Cooking isn’t my thing. I ordered in.”

“It smells incredible,” I say, walking over to the table to see the plates of pasta and a selection of fresh breads. “It looks delicious.”

He places the dish onto the table and slips his arm around my waist, skimming his hand over my ass and confirming I’m following his instruction. “You look delicious,” he growls before planting a soft kiss on my neck.

I lean into him as a soft moan escapes my throat, and he smiles against my skin. “Let’s eat, Hacker, before I eat you,” he whispers in my ear. He steps aside and pulls a chair out for me to sit in and then he sits opposite me before pouring us each a glass of champagne that I hadn’t even noticed was there.

“This is all incredible. Thank you,” I smile as I lift my glass to his.

“It’s nothing.”

“Really. You do this for all the girls?” I grin at him. “I never had you down as the romantic type, Shane Ryan.”

“Eat your food, Hacker!” he warns as the hint of a smile plays on his lips.

The food is delicious and we sit and chat about all of the mundane things we can think of before we have to confront one of the topics we’ve been avoiding all night, because we’re having such a pleasant evening.

“So, Arizona?” he asks with an arch of one eyebrow.

“Seemed like as good a place as any,” I reply with a shrug.

“I’ve never been.”

“It was nice. We should go sometime. I could take you to Ray’s bar,” I laugh, imagining how out of place Shane Ryan would appear in Ray’s dive bar.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Conor told me Ray was an asshole to you, and I might have to teach him some manners if I ever ran into him.”

“He was an asshole. But he gave me a job with no references or anything.”

Shane rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“What?” I frown at him.

“I’m pretty sure he took one look at your ass and got all the references he needed, sweetheart,” he laughs.

“Or maybe I just seemed like a nice person and a hard worker?” I offer.

“Well, I know you’re both of those things. But I would bet my life on Ray being more interested in the fact that you don’t need no belt to hold up your jeans,” he flashes his eyebrows at me.

“You’re an asshole!” I grin at him. “Are you saying I have a fat ass?”

“No! Your ass is perfect.”

I try to feign a scowl but I can’t even pretend to be mad at him and I smile instead.

“Conor told me you cured his fear of the dark in Ray’s basement?” He stares at me and the flush creeps over my neck and cheeks.

“He told you about that? I thought you guys didn’t discuss what we do, you know, in private?”

“We don’t,” he shakes his head. “He didn’t tell me how. He just said you ended up locked in a basement. And now he doesn’t sleep with the light on.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be of help.”

“You’re good for him, Hacker,” he says and my heart swells with pride. “You’re good for us all,” he says in that low growl that turns my insides to molten lava. The sound vibrates through my core and suddenly I’m hyper aware of the fact I’m not wearing any panties. I cross my legs beneath the table, squeezing my thighs together, and he obviously realizes because he smiles wickedly at me.

Shane has had music playing quietly in the background all evening, and Sam Smith’s Like I Can comes on. “I love this song,” I say, feeling the need to change the subject. Too much praise makes me uncomfortable.

“You want to dance?”

“Here? With you?”

‘‘Yes.” He pushes his chair back and stands, holding his hand out to me.

I reach out and take it, and his warm fingers curl around mine as he pulls me to my feet. “Volume up!” he commands, and the music gets louder.

Shane slides his hands around my hips, slipping one on to the small of my back and the other to my ass. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean my face against him. Damn! He always smells so freaking good.

He is a surprisingly good dancer. He presses me closer to him as our bodies move in time to the music and his cock hardens against my abdomen as we dance. “This dress is incredible on you, Hacker,” he growls as he squeezes my ass in his palm.

“Thank you.”

“Do you remember what happened last time you wore it?” His hand slides lower until he reaches the edge of the fabric before slipping beneath my dress, until his palm is resting on my bare ass cheek.

“Yes,” I breathe, recalling how he spanked me with his belt and then sent me to my room with my pussy dripping wet for him.

He walks us toward the sofa. “And you snuck away this morning without waking me. And I had to wake up without this sexy, warm body in my bed,” he growls.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d miss me so much.” I bite my lip.

“Oh, Hacker. What have I told you about lying to me?”

“I’m not lying,” I breathe.

“But how could I not miss this?” he growls, squeezing my ass hard.

“So, are you going to punish me?” I purr as the heat surges between my thighs.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” He turns, sitting on the sofa and pulling me down onto his lap so I’m lying face down with my ass in the air.

“Shane!” I stifle a giggle as he pulls my dress over the top of my thighs and my hips until it is sitting around my waist. My thighs tremble in anticipation as his strong hand skims over my bare skin.

“This is a fucking beautiful backside, Hacker,” he growls as he squeezes one of my ass cheeks. Then he spanks me hard and I groan loudly as the rush of wet heat almost floors me. He delivers four more hard slaps before he dips his finger inside my pussy. “You really like my spankings, Hacker?” he growls and I whimper as a rush of my cream coats his fingers. He rubs his free hand over my reddened skin, soothing the burning before he slaps me again and pushes his finger deeper inside.

My walls squeeze him, trying to pull him deeper. “Shane,” I moan out loud.

“Damn! You look so good bent over my knee. I’m going to put you over it more often.” He laughs softly before he withdraws his finger from my pussy and grabs my hips, pulling me into a standing position.

I blink at him. Surely that’s not it? Because I am desperate for more. He narrows his eyes at me as he stands too. “Take off the dress,” he growls as his hands drop to his belt buckle. I pull it off over my head until I’m standing in just my heels and when I glance back at him, he is sliding his belt off. The sound of the leather whispering against the fabric makes my knees almost give way.

He reaches out a hand to steady me, his fingers digging into my hip as his green eyes burn into mine. “You didn’t think that was it, did you, Jessie?” he smiles.

“No,” I whisper.

“Good,” he growls as he turns me around and moves behind me, pulling my hair to one side and pressing his lips against my ear. “You’re going to want to hold on to the back of the sofa, sweetheart.” He keeps one hand on my hip while he places the other between my shoulder blades, forcing me to lean over the sofa. I plant my hands on the back and lock out my arms as he peppers kisses along my back and shoulders before he speaks again. “Because I’m going to make this hurt.”

Those words send shivers of excitement and anticipation skittering up my spine, and I draw in a breath as my fingers flex on the sofa cushions, gripping them harder as I brace myself. I close my eyes at the sound of the leather slicing through the air before it lands with a crack across my ass cheeks. It stings like hell, but it sends more shudders of pleasure through me. He strikes me again, and a growl rumbles in his throat as my body shudders.

“Your ass looks incredible with my belt striping it, Hacker,” he groans before he delivers the third blow, which hits me exactly where the last one did, as does the fourth. Damn! He knows what he’s doing. The tears prick at my eyes from the sting of the burning on my skin, but I take a deep breath and wait for the next one as wetness drips down my thighs. Because I love this, and he knows it.

The next blow lands lower, at the top of my thighs, grazing my dripping pussy and I flinch, but he doesn’t stop. He pushes me to the very edge of my limit, as skilled at causing pain as he is at giving pleasure. And just as I am wondering if I have the words to tell him that I’ve had enough, he drops the belt to the floor and his warm, rough hands run over my ass and thighs, soothing the burning as I arch my back in pleasure. “Beautiful,” he growls before he sits on the sofa, pulling me to straddle him before he unzips his fly. Looking up at my face, he rubs the tears from my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

“I’m not crying,” I whisper. “My eyes are watering.”

“I know.” He leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. “Now, show me how much you love my belt.”

I take hold of his stiff cock and lower myself onto it, savoring the feeling of him filling me completely and letting out a low moan.

“Jesus, Hacker!” he sucks in a breath. “You feel so fucking good.” He palms my ass and squeezes, making me groan wantonly. “You like that spanking?” he growls as he nuzzles my neck. “Because you’re fucking soaking.”

“You know I did,” I moan as I roll my hips over him.

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles before he bends his head lower and sucks one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth as he starts to move my hips for me. I might be on top, but there is no doubting he is in full control, pushing against the sweet spot deep inside me as his teeth graze over my skin.

“Shane,” I whimper as my orgasm threatens to burst out of me at any moment.

“Let go, Jessie. I got you,” he murmurs against me and I throw my head back and obey him. Like I always do.

After he fucked me on the sofa, Shane carried me to his bed and ordered me to lie on my front while he disappeared into the bathroom. I lie waiting for him, with my bare ass on fire, and a few seconds later, he walks back toward the bed holding a small bottle in his hand. Sitting beside me, he pours a small amount of liquid onto his palms and rubs them together before he bends down and plants a kiss on each of my ass cheeks. Then he begins massaging them softly.

“Oh,” I groan in pleasure as I press my ass into his hands. “What is that?”

“Arnica oil. It’s good for bruising.”

“Have you bruised my ass, Shane Ryan?” I sigh contentedly.

“No, but this will help with any swelling too.”

“Well, it feels good.”

“Hmm. It does,” he laughs. “Your ass is incredible, Jessie.”

He pushes himself off the bed, and undresses and I watch him, unapologetically staring. “Your entire body is pretty incredible,” I breathe, and he smiles at me.

“You like?”

“You know that I do.” I roll my eyes.

He slides onto the bed beside me. “You didn’t just roll your eyes at me, did you, Hacker?” he says as he pulls me into his arms, so I’m lying on his hard chest.

“Sorry,” I whisper. “You bring out the spoiled brat in me.”

He runs a hand up my back and wraps my hair around his fist, tilting my head so I’m looking directly into his green eyes. “I doubt that you were ever a spoiled brat. But, I love that you are one for me.”

“You might be right. It must be your incredible spankings. I don’t think anyone else brings out my bad attitude quite like you do,” I giggle.

“Promise me they never will, Jessie,” he whispers.

“Shane Ryan, are you telling me you enjoy me giving you attitude?”

“Well, I certainly enjoy fucking it out of you,” he growls as tightens his grip on my hair and tips my head back further. “Now tell me that it’s just for me.”

“It’s only for you, Shane,” I breathe just before he presses his lips against mine and kisses me so deeply, I feel tears welling in my eyes. This closeness between us has been hard won, but it’s exactly what I’ve always wanted from him.

With my head on Shane’s chest and his arms wrapped around me, I fight the urge to sleep. He trails his fingertips up and down my back as I snuggle against him and sigh with contentment.

“You tired, Hacker?” he asks softly.

“Yes. But I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I just want to lie here like this for a while. Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispers as his hand slips lower and he rubs it gently over my ass. “How is this beautiful ass doing?”

“It’s throbbing like it has its own pulse,” I giggle. “But I really like it. I’m good.”

“Good.” He places a kiss on the top of my head.

“How did you know just how far to go? I mean, you stopped at exactly the right time. How did you do that?”

“I understand how to test people’s limits, that’s all. And I know you better than you think.”

“Hmm.” I press my cheek against his chest and listen to the sound of his steady heartbeat. “I wish that I understood you, Shane.”

“You do. Much better than you think too, sweetheart. You’ve been under my skin since that day I found you in Nikolai’s office and you squared up to me, even when Conor had a gun pointed in your face.”

I lift my head up to look into his deep green eyes. “I have?”

“Surely you know that already? I can barely keep my fucking hands off you, Jessie. I think about you constantly. Why do you think it hurt me so much when you walked out on us and left us that damn note?”

A wave of guilt washes over me as I recall leaving a few months earlier with the man I thought was my father, and with only a brief note in my place. “I’m truly sorry that I hurt you all,” I whisper.

He narrows his eyes at me and cups my chin with his hand. “I know. I’m sorry I hurt you too. But I need you to promise me you’ll never leave us again. And I need you to mean it this time. I don’t care who turns up here looking for you. You come talk to us about it, okay?”

“Yes. I promise.”