Detained (Beneath the Mask, #4)

by Luna Mason

To all my filthy brats who want to be fucked into submission by the bloodied hands of the mafia boss. Frankie is waiting to break you, choke you and leave his marks all over you … Because that’s what you get for being his good girl.

My feet stop moving when Frankie swivels in his seat to face me. His icy gray eyes burn into mine. Okay. This part of my investigation I appear to have brushed over. I’ve always kept my distance when keeping tabs on these men. I’ve missed one key detail. The fact this man is drop dead gorgeous.

Sitting at that table, handcuffed in a navy suit, is probably the sexiest guy I’ve laid eyes on. His dark chestnut hair is slicked back, and a tidy beard frames his chiseled jaw. With that moody, yet mysterious, look in his eye that tells me he could fuck me seven ways to Sunday.

The way she says my last name has my cock twitching, imagining the way she would moan out “sir”. I shake my head to try and free myself of the image.

“Fuck you,” she spits back. Instinctively, my hand shoots out and my fingers lace around her throat, pressing her into the wall behind. I feel her swallow against my palm. “Silence. Much better.” I

“Your kind are no better than mine. I don’t hide who I truly am, while you all cower behind a badge. But you’re different, aren’t you, detective? Under this tight uniform, those tattoos, and that defiance against your controlling father. I can smell your desire from here. You want to fuck.”

I bite the inside of my mouth. Having Zara tied up and gagged in my basement makes my dick come to life.

“If I remove my hand, do you promise to be a good girl and not scream?”

“Screaming would mean I need help. I know you won’t kill me. Not here, anyway.”

“Are you going to make me, dolcezza?”

“Don’t fight me, detective. It will only make me harder for you. And that’s the last thing either of us needs.”

He releases his hold and my body sags. I rub my neck and he wipes the droplets from his. Staring at the crimson stain on his fingers, his eyes narrow, then lock with mine. “Open your mouth,” he demands. I look up at him through my lashes. He cannot be serious. He raises his eyebrow. “No.” My voice shakes as I speak. I can barely hear it through the pulse pounding in my ears. “Have it your way.” He shrugs and grips my chin and pries my lips open, slipping in his finger to the back of my mouth. The metallic twang of blood sours on my tongue, his eyes glint with hunger. “I’ll see you around, detective,” he rasps.

“You give me a show. If I come, I’ll answer anything you ask me. If you can’t get us both off with your performance, you stop this little mission of yours.”

“You enjoy watching me, don’t you, detective?” I huskily rasp in her ear. She shivers against me. “No.” My lips twitch into a grin. “Liar.” “I-I’m not,” she whispers, her warm breath hitting against my cheek. “I’ll warn you once. The next time we’re in the same room together, I will fuck you, Zara. I will ruin you for any other man. I’ve let you have your fun.”

“Now I know the most important thing there is to know about you, Zara.” He licks his lower lip. “Really? What’s that?” I counter. His head lowers, even with mine. “Just how absolutely breathtaking you look when you come thinking about me.”

“Say it.” His lips hover over mine. “Why? Will it make you feel better about coming all over your hand watching me?” I raise my eyebrow at him, biting the inside of my mouth. “I didn’t do that from watching you.” The tease of his smile grows. “Really?” I bite back. “Yes. Really. I came thinking about you tied up on my bed, your red ass up in the air as I fuck that little tight hole of yours as you beg me to let you finish.”

“I just saved your goddamn life. Why are you so angry?” That, I don’t want to admit the answer to. “I’ve never had a stalker before. I’ve become quite accustomed to it. I can’t have you dying on me.”

“It’s your life against theirs. You always put yourself first. There are no second chances. Remember that next time,” I

She takes a step closer to me, now flush against my side, which causes my mouth and brain to disconnect. “Good girl,” I rasp. She stiffens beside me. Shit.

“Zara, get in that fucking car before I drag your ass in there,” I bark at her, losing my patience. She blinks at me a few times, before huffing and finally obeying.

“Fine. I don’t want to be a part of any family who believes trafficking women solves their problems. You make me fucking sick.” My

“Am I going to have to punish you, dolcezza?” A smile spreads across my lips. I know just how to push him. “I dare you,” I bite back.

“You mean you want to be spanked over your father’s desk for disobeying me? Is that what you need?”

“Fuck, the way you say my name, angel.”

“Fuck me, please,” I all but scream. If this is what he can do with his mouth, I have to know what he can do with his dick. “Quiet, baby. Unless you want an audience.”

“Be a good girl and suck, dolcezza.” When I fuck her, it won’t be a quickie in an office. It will be so much more. She doesn’t move, her eyes focused on my raging hard dick, licking her lip I help her make her decision. “On your knees, I won’t ask next time.”

“There is only one way you get to come, and that is all over my cock, over and over again.” “What the hell?” she spits out. Moving my hand to her neck, I wrap my fingers around, feeling her heart rhythm match mine. “Good work, detective.” I drawl out every single word.

“Who. The. Fuck. Did. This. To. You?” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“I’ll never forget you couldn’t manage to get me to come.” There’s teasing in her tone. I bite down on my tongue to hold back the groan. “Oh, you know where to find me, dolcezza,”

“It will cut you, Frankie.” He stares into my damn soul. “You think a bit of blood bothers me, dolcezza? I have enough of it on my hands.”

“I’m here to finish you. Now spread those legs wider for me and give me that pretty cunt to play with.” My heart rate picks up. “You think I’m that easy?” I raise my brow, looking down at the knife still on his throat. “For me? I know so. I’m done playing games with you, detective.” “What if I’m n—”

Frankie leans in and runs his tongue along the wound, only intensifying the burning from the small cut. “We need to stop this,” I stutter. “Not happening. I’m not letting you get away again. I’ve had one taste and I need more. Tell me, do you think you could go through the rest of your life not knowing?”

“This time you’ll see it’s me fucking you, you’ll feel it’s me. You will forever remember this, the man who owns your orgasms. The man who owns your soul.” I roll my eyes and he forcefully grabs my chin between his fingers to face him. “Do not roll your eyes at me, brat.” “I’m not one of your ‘yes girls’.” I glare at him. He kisses along my jaw. “Trust me, I know.” I pull back. Weirdly, I don’t like that comment. “What do you mean?” He chuckles. “If you were, you’d already be sucking my cock, and I wouldn’t have had a knife pressed against my artery.”

“I’ll get you to submit to me, angel. Just watch.”

He might want to control me, I want to break his resolve.

As I saunter to the couch, I hear him behind me unclasping his belt, his heavy steps following me. I choke on a breath as the leather loops round my throat and he tightens it, completely restricting my airflow. I try to pull at it and he only yanks it up. “Knees, now!” Closing my eyes, I do as he says, my heart now beating erratically as he comes into view. I look up and the panic that was bubbling sates slightly when I see the way he eats me up with his eyes, like a man starved.

She bats her lashes at me. “What next, sir?” She mocks the last word, which only infuriates me further. She has no idea the power that word could hold for her. “I’ll ask you once, stop talking.” Picking up her panties from the floor, I scrunch them into a ball. She grins. “You’re going to have to put your dick back in my mouth for that to happen.”

“Lie on your back, arms above your head,” I command, waiting for her disobedience. She swallows, causing her neck to bob. “What’s the matter, dolcezza? Bitten off more than you can chew?”

“So fucking sweet, baby,” I mutter, licking her flavor from my knuckle. “In fact, I need a real taste.”

“Are you a patient woman?” I run my finger along her cheek. She shakes her head erratically. “Well, you are about to have your first important lesson. I need to deal with something. I will be back.”

“Couldn’t wait for me?” His husky voice comes through the speaker and relief washes over me. “F-Frankie?” I can barely get my words out. “Zara, what’s happened?” The concern in his voice is clear. “I need you. I don’t know what to do.” Sobs consume me. “Are you in danger, dolcezza?”

“Not anymore, but I don’t know how long for.” “Don’t move. I’ll be there in a minute. Okay?” “I’ve fucked up, Frankie. Big time.” “We will fix this, Zara. I’ve got you.”

“Can you stay on the phone, Frankie?”

“Anything for you, angel.”

“You did what you had to do, baby. I’m proud of you.”

“All that matters is you’re okay,” he whispers against the top of my head. “W-what do you want from me?” I whisper. “You. Simply you.” It isn’t a question. It’s a statement.

I bow my head, looking at my feet and he forcefully grips my face, dragging my head back up again, his eyes piercing into mine. “Never, and I mean ever, bow your head to anyone, Zara. Not even me. Not like this. You are a fucking queen, and you make them kneel before you.” His face is stern, yet he’s staring into the depths of me nobody has ever. Tears sting in my eyes. “Try it, baby. Embrace the power you hold.” He presses a soft kiss to my temple. When he is by my side, I do feel powerful. “I killed him, Frankie.” “And?”

“He tried to hurt you. You reacted exactly as you should. Don’t let anyone make you think differently.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. “What for?” His hands move up and down my back in a calming pattern. “Seeing me.” I give him a small smile. He runs his fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my face before kissing the tip of my nose. “I told you before, you and I are the same. I see you for who you are.” He leans in closer, and my breath hitches as he licks the shell of my ear. “And who you will become after I break you.”

“Oh, Zara. We are far from finished. You just signed yourself over to me.” I close my eyes as his lips press against my jaw. “You made your choice when you called me, angel. No turning back now. You will be coming back with me, and you will be under my complete protection, capiche, dolcezza?”