Ruthless Heir: A Dark Mafia Romance (Ruthless Dynasty Book 1)

“Bianca!”

The scene that greets me in the library is even more horrifying than I feared.

But not for the reasons I imagined.

A mangled, flailing corpse twitches at Bianca’s feet. The floor is flooded with blood. A knife is pressed against my princess’s throat. Her eyes are shut. Her hands shake.

She must not have heard me, because her crystal blue eyes don’t snap open until I lunge forward and rip the blade from her trembling fingers.

“Gabriel?”

It’s like she’s seen a ghost.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demand to know. My fingers dig into the tender skin around her wrist. But she doesn’t budge.

“I… I thought you were dead,” she rasps.

“I’m not letting you go that easily,” I growl. Out in the hallway, I can hear gunshots slowly ascending the corpse covered stairwell.

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Bianca, obviously, cannot—even if it looks like she just got her first kill.

“That man…” she whispers, looking down at her feet. The body convulses with a vicious consistency. “He tried to take me.”

“And you killed him.” My gaze drifts over her shoulder, to the open window at the back of the library. Outside, I can hear orders being shouted.

This won’t be the last fucker to climb in through that window. We need to leave.

“I… I didn’t mean to.”

“You had to.”

Without looking down, I retract the blade of Bianca’s knife and shove it into my pocket.

“I thought you were dead,” she mindlessly repeats herself.

“You were wrong. Now, let’s fucking go.”

Pulling on her tiny wrist, I tug the startled princess into the dark passage behind the open bookcase.

An evil wind howls up from the descending black void. Bianca shivers beneath my strong grip.

“His blood…”

She’s in shock. And her little body might as well be dead weight. Still, I toss her against the wall and drag the secret doorway shut behind us.

The moment it clicks shut, a single lightbulb pops on above us. It illuminates Bianca’s pale face, spotlighting the dark blood that stains her soft skin.

I let go of her wrist and grab her by the cheeks. “You did well, myszko. Haven’t you always wanted to be a killer? Well, now you are. You saved yourself. Let me do the rest of the work.”

To my dismay, my words don’t snap Bianca out of her daze. Those crystal blue eyes are lost on some distant plane. Her body is almost entirely limp.

“I.. I… I…” Tears begin to well up in her eyes.

Behind the secret door, I hear a loud thump. It’s followed by a cacophony of muffled shouts.

Enough of this shit.

Crouching down, I pick Bianca up and throw her over my shoulder. She hardly reacts.

What the hell has gotten into her?

There’s no answering that question right now, so I try to ignore it as I step into the darkness and carry us both down the besieged mansion, into the underworld.

Still, no matter how far I manage to carry her away from the danger above ground, I can’t shake the dreadful knot that’s formed in my gut.

She was about to kill herself.

That idea sits with me like a fucking boulder as I purposely get us lost in this winding underground maze.

By the time I’m convinced we’ve reached a safe distance from the chaos, something even more dangerous has overcome me.

My dread has turned into a white-hot rage.

“What the hell were you doing back there?” I shout, lifting Bianca off my shoulder.

A possessive fire has erupted inside of me. It gnaws at itself, unsure of who to be angry at.

I was this close to losing Bianca… to herself.

“I… I don’t know,” Bianca whispers, her chin dropping to her bloody chest.

Everything about her in this moment is so fragile, so fucking dainty. It’s infuriating. Where’s the girl I left behind at the grey house? The girl I fucked bloody, then verbally sparred with right after?

Where the fuck is the girl who has occupied my mind for nearly every second since I left her?

“Don’t lie to me!” I roar, my voice echoing through the darkness. “You were going to—’

Grabbing her chin, I force her downcast gaze back onto me. But before I can look into those crystal eyes, Bianca tears herself away.

“I know what I was going to do!” she shouts, her voice quivering as it lashes across my cheek.

“No, you didn’t,” I respond, refusing to believe that she would do something so cowardly. “Not really. I’ve trained you better than that.”

“Trained me?” Her little state of shock has been set on fire. But she hasn’t returned to herself. No. This isn’t the Bianca who captivated me. This girl is frantic. Unhinged. “I just killed a man!” she sobs. “You never prepared me for that!”

“I showed you what blood looked like.”

“My own blood,” she scowls, shaking her head. “That’s so fucking different.”

My dreadful rage flickers and I find myself on her again. Bianca tries to shake me away, but even with all of her frenetic strength, she’s no match for me.

Pinning her against the wall, I let the warmth of her panicked body seep beneath my skin.

“Blood is blood,” I growl. “You can get pleasure from it no matter where it comes from.”

“You’re so wrong. There was no pleasure in that.”

“So naïve,” I sneer, hating that I’m losing control right along with her. “What you did was beautiful. It was strong. It was right. He was going to kill you; deprive you of all the joys in life—”

“There is no joy in life.”

Her words are gasoline on my fire.

Before I know what I’m doing, my gun is out. The steel is still warm from the shots I just fired; from the lives I just took for her. But it’s not enough.

Aiming into darkness behind us, I fire. Three bullets tear through the black veil, filling the tunnel with a thunderous roar.

Beneath me, I feel Bianca tense up, her whole body going stiff with fear.

“No one is coming,” I assure her. “Not to kill you… and definitely not to save you.”

The barrel of my gun still smokes as I shove it between her legs. Even with my fingertips gripped tightly around the handle, I can feel Bianca’s pussy lips spread against the hot steel.

“What are you doing?” Bianca gasps.

The truth is, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. But whatever it is, it seems to be working.

The tension in her body melts away as she sinks in around the heat of my smoking gun.

“I’m showing you that there’s no difference between killing and fucking. Between hate and love. Between life and death. There’s pain in it all. But there’s pleasure too… if you’re strong enough to handle it.”

Another gasp gets caught in Bianca’s tender throat as I press the gun harder against her cunt.

Those wild blue eyes focus. Her black pupils widen. Her heaving chest slows.

“I’m not strong enough to handle it,” she insists, her voice still quivering—but not with fear anymore.

I push myself into her, crushing that tiny body against the wall. Each deep breath she takes lifts her chest into mine. The warmth of her touch makes my blood boil. It makes my heart stir.

It makes my cock hard.

“Yes. You are. And I’ll show you.” Without giving her an inch to move, I start to brush my gun up and down her pussy lips. “Do you know how many men this gun has killed? Just today? Just minutes ago?”

“No.”

“Countless. It’s death incarnate. It’s caused more pain than you can imagine. More sorrow. But now, it’s going to make you cum.”

Bianca’s shoulders stretch as I rub the loaded barrel faster and harder against her begging cunt.

Even through her leggings, I can feel her starting to get wet. My cock throbs and twitches in response. It fills with blood until it’s thick and swollen and desperate to fuck her brains out.

But that will have to wait.

My princess is at a crossroads. Either she breaks, or she comes out of this stronger than ever… either she cums, or she withers away into nothing.

“Gabriel…” Bianca’s voice is breathy and unsure. But her body has already given in.

“Let go of your sheltered life,” I demand, lowering my lips to her ear. “Give in to the darkness. Let it wash over you. Find the pleasure in the pain. The ecstasy in the danger. Conquer your fears.”

Bianca’s entire body trembles as I slip my tongue into her ear.

Then, I feel her eager thighs clench around my gun. Her hands fall onto my arms.

“What are you going to do to me?” Bianca quietly asks.

“I’m going to kill you,” I respond. Ripping down her leggings, I place the warm metal against her searing flesh. It doesn’t take long before it’s soaked in Bianca’s pussy juices. Perfectly lubricated. “Then, I’m going to revive you into the girl of your dreams.”

Every brush stroke stirs her begging clit. Her back starts to arch. Her breathing begins to deepen.

“You mean your dreams,” she gulps.

“It’s the same thing, myszko.”

Before Bianca can respond, I slip the loaded barrel into her tight little hole.

Her gasp is so loud it echoes through the tunnels, filling up the darkness. Her nails dig into my arms. Her legs curl around my waist.

Still, I keep her pinned to the wall.

Then, I begin to fuck her with my loaded gun.

“Is the steel still warm, baby girl?” I growl into her ear.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“See, I told you.”

The slick barrel slips in and out of her wet cunt with surprising ease. With every thrust, I push a little deeper, until the trigger is nearly inside of her as well.

When that happens, I turn the gun upside down, without removing it from her pussy, so that Bianca can feel the trigger against her clit; so that she can feel the danger with the pleasure. The ecstasy with the fear. The power in the darkness.

“Oh my god.”

Each breath she takes gets deeper. Her nails dig into my arms.

I start to kiss down her neck, stopping at the tender spot where she’d held her own blade.

Just the thought of what she was about to do makes me so desperate it’s infuriating. I start to fuck her even harder. The barrel of my gun curves up her slick pink walls. I bite down on the spot where the knife was held, marking it for myself.

“No one is allowed to take your life,” I growl, my cock throbbing so hard I feel like I could burst at any moment. “Not even you.”

“I’m sorry,” Bianca rasps.

“Don’t be sorry. Be strong. Cum for me, Bianca. Cum all over my gun.”

“… Yes, sir.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise!”

That last word is punctuated by a wall-rattling cry. I’m fucking her so hard that even I’m surprised she hasn’t shattered yet.

But Bianca had herself fooled. Hell, she’d almost fooled me.

She isn’t just some fragile, sheltered princess. She’s so much more than that. So much stronger. So much sexier. So much more dangerous.

And if I don’t show her that, I’ll have failed. Because I can’t always be there to protect her. Not from herself. She needs to be resilient.

That’s why I’m doing this. It has to be.

I don’t actually ever want her to suffer. Not anymore. But the only way to truly avoid any suffering in this dark and depraved world is to grab it by the throat and squeeze. You have to conquer the fear and the dread that suffering brings.

You have to own it.

You have to find the pleasure in the pain.

To save my princess, I’ll have to damn her very fucking soul.

“Do it!” I demand.

“Holy shit!”

Bianca’s nails dig so deeply into my arm that I swear I can feel myself bleeding. But I don’t give a shit.

Especially not when she starts to shake. Fuck. Bianca’s entire body begins to violently convulse as I fuck her to orgasm with the barrel of my loaded gun.

The death throes of the man she just killed hardly compare. And he definitely didn’t scream like this.

Bianca gasps and yelps and claws at me with all her might. But I don’t budge. Hell no. In fact, I only press her harder against the wall.

When she cries again, I shove my mouth around her open lips. I force my tongue down her throat. With my free hand, I grab onto her tits and squeeze. Pre-cum leaks from my cock, seeping through my underwear; through my pants.

But I’m not concerned with getting myself off. My only concern is keeping Bianca safely pinned against the wall as she shakes and squirms.

She needs to learn. There’s no other way.

I can’t lose her.

“Are you done, myszko?” I ask, when her deep breaths become short and jittery, and the last twitches slowly leave her body.

“I… I’m better now, I think,” she softly sighs.

Her gaze drops to the floor as I slip my soaking gun from her dripping pussy.

“Clean it off,” I tell her. “I may have to use it again to get us out of here.”

Bianca’s pussy juice glimmers off the slick barrel as I lift it up to her face.

Bianca’s gaze rises. She bites her bottom lip. The look in her sharp blue eyes nearly makes me explode. That long, thick tongue comes out and licks my barrel.

“Swallow,” I command.

My entire being vibrates as I watch the pussy juice pass down her throat. The same throat I just marked with my teeth.

“There,” she whispers, her voice filled with a curious mixture of mischief and shame. “Happy?”

“No,” I say, pressing my throbbing bulge between her legs. “But this isn’t about me. Not now. Not until we get you to safety.”

It takes all of my strength to push myself off of her. But the separation doesn’t last long. The second I’m not there to prop her up, Bianca’s legs give out, and I have to lunge forward again just to keep her from hitting the cold, hard ground.

“I.. I didn’t mean to do… that,” I hear her whisper.

Instantly, I know what she’s talking about. And it’s not the orgasm I just fucked out of her with my gun. It’s not about falling, either.

“What were you thinking?” I ask, a dreadful emptiness threatening to engulf me. Closing my eyes, I trace a finger along the mark I just left on her throat. A very shallow cut slashes through it. Fuck. She was so close to ending it all.

“I was just trying to protect my family,” she sighs. “If those men had caught me alive, I would have been used to weaken them… destroy them…”

“I’m using you against your family, too,” I remind her, re-opening my eyes.

“It’s different.”

“Because you like me,” I say, putting the words I hope to hear into her mouth.

“So what if I do?”

The sharpness in her response sends a warm arrow barreling though my chest.

There it is. The fire.

She’s back.

But she’s weak. This princess has been through a lot. And there’s still so much more to face.

“We’ll talk about that later,” I force myself to say. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

But even as I crouch down and pull her leggings back up, I’m not sure where we’re going next.

At least, not until I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Holding Bianca up with one arm, I use my free hand to check the message I just received.

It’s from Tytus.

Text me back if you made it out alright. I’ve found the perfect hideout for you and Bianca. Nice and secluded. And it comes with its very own small time drug lord for you to interrogate. I’ll go ahead and prepare him for your arrival. Address is below. Delete this once you’ve memorized it.

The second I finish reading his text, I pull up Roz’s number and send her a message.

How the fuck did I forget about her? Bianca has got me so messed up.

We’re out. Are you alright?

To my surprise, Roz responds almost immediately.

Finally. Where do we meet next?

I should have known better than to worry about her—even if only for a second. With a quick reply text, I tell her to get in touch with Tytus, then I shove my phone back into my pocket.

“Is everything alright?” Bianca asks, her voice fading as she sways against my arm.

“For now,” I mumble.

But the truth is, shit is more complicated than ever.

Bianca’s words have reminded me of just how much is on the line. And just how little I know about how I’m going to deal with it all.

Drago. Krol. The Reca disciples. Rian. Ray. The Byrnes and the Kilpatricks.

All of my hard-set plans have been shoved into a blender. My allies are quickly becoming enemies. My enemies slowly becoming possible allies.

If it weren’t for Tytus and Roz, I might be completely lost right now.

Well, maybe not completely lost.

Through all of the chaos, one thing remains clear.

I’m not letting go of Bianca. Not again. Not for anything or anyone.

“Get on my back,” I tell her, crouching down. “I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“I can walk,” Bianca insists, even as she sways uneasily on her feet.

But I’m not ready to play games yet. Not until we’re safe and sound.

Once that happens, though, all bets are off.

My cock is still hard as fuck. It begs to be released into Bianca’s tight little cunt. I’m going to fuck her so hard.

But that’s not all I’ll do.

Tytus said he had a drug lord for me to interrogate. Perhaps Bianca needs a little taste of torture, too. She’s already gotten off on me spanking her. Why couldn’t that translate to whipping some scumbag drug dealer for info?

Fuck.

My mind races with all of the depraved possibilities as I forcefully lift the stubborn princess off of her feet. Tucking her tired legs under my arms, I carry her like a backpack.

She hardly resists, and soon enough, I can hear the gentle breaths of a sleeping beauty lapping against my neck.

But even as she rests so peacefully on my shoulder, my cock remains fully erect. Every second thought I have is about how I can corrupt her further; how I can defile the remaining bits of her innocence; how I can burn away the weakness.

How I can ensure she’ll survive.

Because she came way too close to dying.

Eventually, I will have to make her pay for what she nearly did to herself back in the library. No one gets that close to killing my future queen without facing some form of punishment.

First, though, I’ll let her rest. I’ll mend her broken body and mind.

Then, when she wakes up from her dirty dreams, she’ll face my hand, my tongue, and my cock.

And she’ll like it.

The only question is, how much further am I willing to push her?

All the fucking way, a greedy voice growls from somewhere deep inside me.

All. The. Way.

It’s the only way to save her.