The Boss’s Runaway (Possessive Kingpins)

“Iwant eyes on them. What is Kon thinking? Does he know she’s here?” I struggled to keep the desperation from my voice as I stared out the window into the dark evening. From up here, the city lights were a beautiful landbound constellation. Too bad the reality of those lights was much uglier. People messed up, lied, and twisted things until they were unrecognizable.

Hanging up with my number two, I dialed my closest friend outside the Song family.

Rocco Luciano answered on the second ring. Music crowded through the handset as he answered. He was no doubt at one of the Luciano clubs. The man seemed to thrive being right in the thick of it.

“Well, well, someone’s been a naughty boy,” Rocco drawled, immediately setting my teeth on edge.

“You’ve heard.” It wasn’t a question.

“Of course, I’ve heard. I saw her in person at the christening, and I thought she looked familiar, but it wasn’t until I was home that I twigged. I figured you’d have worked it out by now.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger,” Rocco teased before dropping the jovial act. “What are you going to do?”

“What can I do? She’s his sister. Konstantin fucking Ivanov.”

“The man’s unhinged, you know. A real psycho.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” I muttered. “I am well aware.”

“You know what that means? If you care about her, you can’t send her back.”

That was the chilling, undeniable truth. Kon wouldn’t be happy about his little sister’s disappearing act. It was shocking we hadn’t heard about it. He must’ve been hushing it up hard. I supposed since the wedding was going to be in Russia, it was easier to explain her disappearance.

“So? What’s the plan?”

“I need to meet him somewhere neutral, like a club on Luciano ground. I need to see if I can fix this before blood is spilled.”

“You’re asking me to host pissed-off Ivanovs in one of my clubs? The men known for wrecking places when they don’t get their way?”

“Is that a no?”

Rocco chuckled. “No, I just wanted to be clear what you’re asking.”

“I’m sure you’re man enough to handle some rowdy guests.”

“Obvious but effective,” he said, sounding amused by my goading tactics. “When?” he asked, sobering.

“As soon as possible. This can’t wait.”

“Got it. Leave it to me.”

Hanging up the phone, I went looking for the woman who’d started it all. Even though I’d been inside her only hours before, I craved the touch of her skin. I wanted to press against her warmth and bury myself inside her, letting her drive the cold indifference to the world out of my heart. I wanted to sleep with my cock inside her and slowly fuck her over and over during the night, filling her up every single time, so by morning, she’d be carrying my heir, and Konstantin wouldn’t dare challenge me for her.

My apartment felt warm like it never did. It was Kat’s presence. Knowing she was only rooms away comforted me in a way I couldn’t ignore. Something possessive shifted through me at the mere thought of letting her go.

It was too late. I couldn’t even consider it. She was mine, and I was keeping her, even if it meant starting a war with the Ivanovs.

I found her in the library. She was lying on the day couch, reading an English translation of a Russian classic. Her white gold hair was spread across the velvet pillow, and I fought the urge to press my face against that satin smoothness and breathe her in.

She looked up as I entered and closed her book softly. I moved to the end of the couch and sat down.

“Hi,” she whispered, looking up at me, her pupils dilating.

“Are you sore?” I asked, lowering my hand to her bare thigh.

She was wearing tiny little satin shorts beneath a flimsy robe. She looked good enough to eat.

She shrugged. “No.”

I ran my finger up the inside of her thigh, and she parted her legs instinctively as I inched under the hem of her shorts. She was naked beneath, and my finger immediately stroked through her damp curls. She parted her legs further, and a soft groan escaped her. I flexed my hips against the pressure of her feet on my lap, hard as hell, despite emptying a week’s worth of cum into her only an hour ago.

“I think you’ll find you mean, not yet, sweetheart,” I murmured.

She bit her lip as I pushed my fingers inside her, finding her slick for me. Maybe it was leftovers from earlier. The thought of sliding inside her with my spend easing the way filled me with a raging want. I wanted this woman to smell like me, to have my cum inside her, walking around with it pooling in her panties. I’d never felt such possessiveness over another person. And it wasn’t going away.

“Lie back. Eyes on me,” I told her firmly.

I pressed her thighs apart and kissed my way toward her pussy, shifting so my aching hard-on was pressed against the couch. “Don’t forget for a second who you gave this body to, now and forever.”

Her eyes darkened at my words, and she nodded, watching me as I lowered my face to her and licked.

No matter the outcome with Konstantin Ivanov or what he demanded, I knew I wouldn’t let Kat go. She was fated to be mine, and he’d take her from my cold dead hands.  There was no going back, even if it meant war.