Reluctant to Share: (A Mafia Love Story) Read online

  Fun. Is that what he considered all of this? Because there were lots of ways to describe what I had been through since seeing him in that dark alley, but fun most certainly wouldn't be the word I'd use to describe it.

  "Although, I can tell you for sure one thing I will do to you now," he said as he kneeled down so that his face was more level with mine.

  "And what's that?" I asked.

  "This," he said he grabbed my face and kissed me on the lips. His tongue prodded my mouth open, and without even thinking about it, I started kissing him back.

  There was such urgency in his kiss, it was as if he wanted to ravish me right then and there. So much passion and wanting could be felt in his kiss that it absolutely took my breath away. I had never been kissed like this before, and it almost pained me to know that my first memorable kiss was from the lips of a killer.

  I secretly wanted the kiss to go on forever. Hence, it almost hurt when he pulled away and said, "I'll come back for more later. Now you be a good girl and don't shout or do anything stupid while I'm upstairs with the others."

  Tyler

  Her lips were so soft and sensual, I could have easily stayed down in the basement to kiss her all day. But unfortunately, I had other work I must discuss with the rest of the gang.

  Still, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I walked back upstairs. Even though I didn't exactly ask her permission to kiss those pouty lips, it was more than obvious by the way she kissed me back that she enjoyed every moment of it. And since she liked the way I kissed the sweet lips on her face, I was more than certain she was going to have one hell of a hard time resisting me once I devoured those pink lips of her down below.

  Vivian

  He didn't even have to warn me about not shouting out loud after he left the basement floor. I was utterly speechless by how much I had enjoyed his lips pressed against mine.

  Before he left, he basically made a promise to come back later for more. What exactly did he mean by that? Was he going to rip off my clothes and claim my virginity? Surely, he would not be the type of guy to go all gentle and slow. He would be forceful with his movements regardless of whether or not I was to say no. The thought of it scared me. Yet it also aroused me in a way that was all so strange and new.

  The fact that I was attracted to this criminal made my skin crawl. I was raised to be a good girl. Mother had always warned me about falling for a bad boy. And this Tyler guy, if that even was his real name, was more than just your typical bad boy. He was a gangster. He killed people whenever something didn't go his way. He captured me against my will. So why did I physically want him to touch me in the most intimate of ways?

  As I sat tied to a chair in the basement of an unknown house, I didn't know what I wanted more: To have the authorities find and rescue me from this dangerous place. Or to have Tyler come back down here to show me all that I had been missing out on from living a life that was entirely too safe.

  Tyler

  While I was discussing business matters with the rest of the gang upstairs, I couldn't help but think about the young woman I had waiting for me downstairs. Just the memory of her sweet lips was enough to make my cock stir.

  At some point during my meeting with the rest of the Alpha Outlaws, I finalized my decision on what I would do with my new captive. I was going to keep her with me forever.

  My parents had both forsaken me in their own individual ways. I didn't trust any of the women who threw themselves at me to remain loyal to me and only me. But the sweet little captive downstairs, she couldn't possibly dessert me. And that made her the ideal lover for me.

  Chapter 3

  Vivian

  There was no visible clock from where I was sitting. So I had no idea what time it was or how long Tyler had left me all alone in the basement. All I knew was that I was getting extremely thirsty and desperately needed some water to drink.

  I thought about yelling for him to please bring me some water. But then I remembered him specifically instructing me to stay quiet while he was upstairs with the others. I didn't want to anger him for fear of what he would do to me. So I stayed still and quiet despite my mind going foggy and my throat getting dry.

  Finally, after what felt like hours, I could hear the creaking sound of the door that led down to the basement. The sound of footsteps soon followed, and before long, Tyler was standing before me with a tray in his hands.

  The smell of food instantly hit my nose, causing my belly to rumble. It was only then that I realized I was also hungry in addition to being thirsty.

  "Ready for dinner, my little pet?" he asked with a smile that caused me to become even more painfully aware of just how incredibly good looking he was.

  "I'm not your little pet," I said defiantly, despite the pain I was starting to feel from hunger.

  "Fine then. Have it your way. I'll eat this delicious meal all on my own then," he said as he sat down on a nearby chair.

  He stabbed the meatball with his fork and plopped it into his mouth. I watched with hunger as he chewed in a slow and exaggerated manner. My tummy then betrayed me, making more rumbling noises as he ate the meatball.

  "Come on, my little pet. Stop being so childish. You're not proving anything by starving yourself. Now that you've seen me eat the food, you can rest assure that I did not try to poison you. So come on now, eat," he said as he fed me a bite of the spaghetti and meatballs on his fork.

  Maybe it was because I was so hungry, but I must say that I had never known spaghetti and meatballs to taste as good as it did on this particular day. I was definitely hungry for more, but my thirst was calling out to me again.

  "Can I have something to drink?" I asked before taking another bite of the food.

  "Only if you say please," he said in an almost singsong sort of way.

  "Please," I said and he smiled as if delighted by my obedience.

  He grabbed the bottle of water from the tray and opened it before pouring the hydrating liquid into my mouth. I swallowed greedily, finishing the entire bottle all in one big gulp. Tyler continued feeding me the food soon after that.

  One of my favorite movies growing up was Lady and the Tramp. I remembered watching it as a youngster and smiling to myself every time I saw the scene where they were sharing the plate of spaghetti. Now here I was, being fed spaghetti by my abductor. And the crazy thing was that I could feel a slightly warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach despite being here against my will.

  The only rationale I could come up with was that my favorite childhood movie must have conditioned me to feel this way to a certain extent. Or maybe that was just my way of excusing myself from fault for being physically and sexually attracted to this guy whom I knew for a fact was no good for a girl like me.

  "What's your name?" he asked as he fed me another bite of the meatballs.

  "Vivian," I answered while still chewing my food.

  "Pretty name," he said. "So what's your story, Vivian?"

  "Why do you care to know?"

  "Because I'm interested in learning more about you," he said.

  I wasn't sure if it was an entirely good idea to tell him about myself or not. But I remembered reading somewhere that the less humanized you are to the person holding you captive, the higher your chances of getting killed. So perhaps telling him my story could help him see that I was a person worthy of living.

  "I'm just a plain old boring girl. I go to school. I go home. I study. I do my chores."

  "That doesn't sound like much fun," he said with a frown. "I'm beginning to think I did you a favor by bringing your here."

  "Well, life was only going to stay that way for a while longer. It would have gotten better once I finished my studies at the university."

  "You really think that?"

  "Yes, I would start building my career and hopefully get out more."

  "I highly doubt that," he said as he fed me the last of the spaghetti and meatballs.

  "Why do you say that?" I asked with food still in my
mouth.

  "Because the reality is going to be more like you'll end up going to work every day, come home, do house chores, sleep, and wake up to start all over again."

  "So are you saying I'm destined for boredom for the rest of my life?"

  "Nah. That's the course you were headed on before you met me. Now that you're mine, life will be anything but boring," he said with a curl to his lips.

  Mine. That's what he said I was in relation to him. That word coming from my abductor should have had me repulsed, but all it did was stir up that tingling sensation again.

  "Of course, I'm not bored anymore," I said as I tried hard to not think about how good it had felt to have his lips on mine earlier. "I'm too busy being scared for my life."

  "Oh my silly little pet, you have no reason to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. If anything, I'll be showing you the thrills that come from the pleasure of the flesh," he said as he placed the tray on the floor and looked at me with a predatory grin.

  He got up and reached behind me to untie me from the chair. He swooped me into his arms and brought me over to the mattress lying on the floor.

  "What are you doing?" I asked in an alarmed voice.

  "You've had your dinner, now it's my turn to enjoy mine," he said as he threw me down onto the mattress.

  He plopped down on top of me and kissed me with the same heated desire as before. Unable to control my urges, I kissed him back, matching his level of intensity.

  His hand slid under my shirt, caressing my skin all over before focusing in on my chest. He pushed up the cup of my bra with his fingers and kneaded my breast. I struggled to bite back a moan as he did so.

  His thumb teased my nipples, stiffening them in the process. Then he pushed up the fabric of my shirt and brought his face to my heaving breasts. He licked, suckled, and bit my orbs, making it impossible for me to suppress my moans any longer. He looked at me then with a wicked glimmer in his eyes, as if to say he had me exactly where he wanted me, before moving his hands to unbutton my jeans.

  He pulled down the denim in an instant, leaving me in only a pair of white cotton panties.

  "Naughty, Vivian, your panties are already soaking wet," he commented as he tore off the last piece of fabric still standing in his way.

  I had never been naked in front of a guy before, and a part of me was feeling self-conscious because of it. I was all soft and curvy while he was all strong and lean.

  You're probably thinking how crazy I was to be thinking of such things when my abductor was getting ready to ravish my body. But for some reason, I was keenly interested in having him find me attractive right about then. I guessed I could lie and say I wanted to seduce him with my female prowess to have a better chance of making out of this entire ordeal alive. However, if I was to be absolutely truthful, it had more to do with the fact that I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to do as he had said and introduce me to more pleasures of the flesh. I didn't want my lush figure to somehow stop him from doing whatever he had planned to do.

  All of my worries turned out to be for naught. Tyler wasted no time in exploring me down there. He thumbed my clit, bringing me back into the moment. His tongue lapped at my sopping wet folds, sending a delicious wave of pleasure coursing through my veins and relieving me of my earlier insecurities.

  His finger poked inside my tight flesh, building up my arousal once again. I still wasn't sure if I actually wanted him to be the one I give my virginity to, but I honestly didn't think he cared about my opinion on the matter. I might had been naive on lots of things, but I knew enough to know that men like Tyler took whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted it. So if he wanted my virginity, there was no doubt in my mind that he would take it in an instant.

  His long finger slid in and out of my wet channel, making me want him more and more with each subsequent insertion of his digit. I had mentally prepared myself for him claiming me when he suddenly withdrew his finger and backed away from my aching sex.

  "You're a virgin?" he asked in a tone that sounded more like a statement than an actual question.

  "Yes," I said as I looked at him blankly.

  "Well, that changes everything. I've done lots of messed up shit since joining the gang, but I've never taken a girl's virginity without her wanting it first, and I'm not going to start now. Luckily, I'm rather patient. So I'll wait until you've fully submitted yourself to me before taking what's mine," he said in a steady, lower-pitched voice.

  My gaze clouded as I struggled to comprehend his words. Was he seriously expecting me to beg him to have sex with me? In a way, I almost wished he would just force himself on me instead. I wanted him. I needed him even, but I wasn't about to admit it to him. I didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

  Tyler

  It wasn't that I had never broken a woman's hymen before. I had done that plenty of times. But it had always been with the woman pleading for me to break through the barrier that was her virginity.

  I could tell from Vivian's nonverbal cues that she wanted me to ravish her body now. But that wasn't enough for me. I needed her to say the actual words. It might take longer this way, but I had no doubt that it was going to be well worth the wait for her to want to be completely mine. And I was certain that it was going to happen so long as I was willing to give it a little bit of time.

  Right now, though, I needed to get away from her. I couldn't trust my cock to be near her in my current state of arousal. I might not be able to control my urges and end up ripping away the last shred of her virginity. So as to avoid that from happening, I put my pants back on and locked her up alone in the basement once again.

  Vivian

  "I'm not going to tie you to the chair this time because I trust that you won't try anything stupid, Vivian. However, do know that security alarms will automatically go off in the event you do somehow manage to get out of here. So just relax and try to get some rest," Tyler said before heading back upstairs.

  I was in total disbelief. My hands carved through my hair as I tried to make sense of my current situation.

  I was a naked woman atop of a mattress, more than physically ready for my abductor to pluck away my virginity. Sure, I might had not exactly say for him to please fuck me, but the way my body was responding to his touch earlier, there was no way for him not to know how willing I was to have sex with him. Yet he was able to walk away from me just like that.

  Even with him giving me some sexual release earlier with his mouth, I still needed more from him. My body ached for his touch. I momentarily thought about taking matters into my own hands. But after having had his fingers and tongue work my body, I didn't think my own digits would be enough to satisfy my needs. So I scrubbed a hand over my face and forced myself to get dress again. Then I distracted myself by roaming around the basement to see if there was even a way for me to get out of this place.

  The door that should have led outside was completely sealed shut. There was, thankfully, a bathroom with a working sink and toilet. So I took the opportunity to relieve my bladder before investigating the basement any further.

  The only window I saw was the one located in the bathroom. But it, too, was sealed shut. I mentally took note of the fact that it might be possible to grab one of the chairs in the basement to try to smash the window and climb out. However, if I were to try that I needed to make sure that none of the gang members were around to capture me the second the security alarms Tyler mentioned earlier were to sound off.

  Having finished inspecting the entire basement floor, I nervously walked up the stairs in an effort to sneak through to the main floor. But as soon as my hand landed on the doorknob of the stairs' door, I realized how naive I was to think it would be that easy to exit the basement floor all on my own. Tyler must have locked the door on his way up earlier because the door refused to budge when I tried turning the doorknob.

  With a heavy sigh, I turned back around to walk down the stairs again. I then slumped down onto the mattress lying on the floor.
My arms clutched my body as I thought back to all that had happened since I left the house to go the grocery store. Then from there, I tried to imagine what must have transpired at home since my abduction in the dark alley.

  My mother had expected to come home from work with all the ingredients needed for tomorrow night's supper waiting for her in the fridge. Not seeing those ingredients would surely have her walking up to my room to investigate why I had failed to complete such a small task.

  She would undoubtedly knock on my room's door. Then upon hearing nothing but silence in return, she would open the door to find absolutely no one there.

  Panicked, she would race through the house shouting my name. When that didn't work, she would try to call me on my phone. My phone! Shit! It was only now that I finally realized I had left it on my computer desk at home earlier. I didn't even have a phone on me when I was out walking alone at night. Yeah, I was definitely an idiot. But then again, would it have even mattered? It wasn't like I could have pulled out my phone to call for help before Tyler got his hands on me. And I was quite certain Tyler and the rest of the gang would have confiscated my phone if they had found one on me after I was already under their control.

  But yeah, upon calling my phone, my mother would hear it ringing in the house. She'd probably pick up my phone and look at my most recent call list to see that the last person to talk to me was actually her. Then what?

  I guessed she would call the cops sometime soon after that. Then the cops would retrace my steps to the grocery store that night. Hopefully, they would then come to realize that I had taken the detour route that had eventually led me to the dark alley where I was taken by Tyler.

  By now, the cops must have seen the dead body of the guy Tyler killed right before capturing me. But would the police department be wise enough to realize that the murder of some guy on the dark side of the law led to a boring girl like me being taken by a gang? Call me a pessimist if you wish, but I wasn't about to hold my breath while waiting for the police to solve the case and discover me in the basement of this house in the middle of nowhere.