Chapter 1
PLEASE BE AWARE THIS IS DARK EROTICA & A DARK MAFIA THRILLER ROMANCE
Venice Carnival, Venice, Tuesday, 2nd February, Early Evening
Tural Hasanov had never kidnapped a woman before and held her in captivity.Although that very morning he had come very close to it.That wasn’t to say he was any stranger to the crime where men had been concerned especially in his native country of Azerbaijan and his base in St. Petersburg as the young head of his own Mafia operation.But this would be a first.His tall lean athletic body was defined to perfection by the designer tuxedo he wore.He stood with his hands in his trouser pockets at the foot of the motor launch travelling down the Grand Canal in the early evening. It travelled at a leisurely pace in the cold February breeze that lifted from the water and blew gently across his handsome dark features and bristled the neatly groomed facial hair around his mouth and jawline.The Canal was full of private taxis carrying passengers to restaurants, parties in hotels and palazzos to celebratethe famous Carnival that lasted seventeen days.He gave a sigh, the Carnivale had only started on the 30thJanuary and already there were too many tourists in town for his liking.It made his work risky and at time problematic although it did produce more revenue.
Some would have called his pose on the small water taxi arrogant others elegant and masterful as he surveyed all before him as though he owned it.But it wasn’t far from the truth.The illegitimate son of Vettorio Drago, the head of a Nuova Mala de Brenta family in the region they owned the majority of Venice in some form or another.Tural turned his handsome features to the side to view the buildings and canal streets. Many had dressed in eighteenth century dresses and male attire or modern variations in the elaborate masks of the Carnival, the sinister plague doctor with his long black cloak and hat, the bauta, Colombina, Moretta, Zanni and more originating from the Italian stage and Commedia.They posed for tourist photographs making him smile when he saw some try to charge bewildered tourists for the privilege while they paraded up and down the small streets or sat outside in cafes and restaurants.
He looked down at the black and dark gold mask that would cover the top half of his face allowing only his eyes to be visible and lifted it to place it across his face, tying it behind his head against his thick short raven coloured hair.It would protect his anoniminity when he kidnapped the girl as a favour to his Italian father.
It had been a strange few days.He hadn’t woken up that morning thinking anything was different but now his life was about to change in a way he had not expected.Still when his father, the head of the Drago family asked you a favour, you obeyed without question out of respect and he had to admit he was intrigued by his task.
His main residence was in St.Petersburg, Russia situated on the beautiful picturesque Winter Canal not far from the Hermitage Palace.He’d left their early morning to send a message to an old friend about loyalty.
He’d followed the pretty female doctor down the corridor in the cardiac wing of the dull grey and white block building of the hospital with two of his men by his side on the second floor keeping a discreet distance.Although his handsome dark features and haunted black eyes did not betray any emotion, inwardly he smiled to himself taking in the sexy curves of the petite female form in front of him.His eyes momentarily drifted downwards to the pert plump bottom he’d spanked on many an occasion deliciously moulded like a juicy peach for his viewing pleasure inside the mid length black skirt.He felt his hands clench and unclench at his sides as he pictured himself roughly removing the skirt, to find her not wearing any panties like he knew she always did.He didn’t just want to spank her bottom this time he wanted to whip it hard with his belt.He wanted her to really feel the sting like she had never done before while he took her task on top of her desk for disobeying him in front of an audience.The sudden image made him think of what was waiting at home for him later when he had finished his work.The two girls he had locked back in their cages would be waiting for him to come and play with them.
As he walked, he took out the silencer from the holster underneath his suit jacket he wore under his long black cashmere overcoat.His men followed suit but he shook his head at them and they immediately stopped.
“I will deal with this alone.It’s personal,” he said coldly.He broke formation with the two men and swept up behind the woman.He wound his hand around her waist just as she turned to walk through the door.He pushed her against it and pressed the end of the silencer into the middle of her back.He heard her gasp and felt her body freeze in his grip.
“Keep quiet and go into your office and shut the door behind you.”
She nodded and reached for the handle again to open it.They walked inside.He nodded to his men as they came to stand in front of the door and kept watch.She moved back as he closed the door and turned the key in the lock.He deposited it in his inside suit jacket pocket.
She backed away from him in the small room, her fair features a mix of confusion and fear.He did not say a word as he removed his coat and tossed it on to the white leather sofa in front of a coffee table away from her desk and a small conference table.As chief Medical Officer, Irina, his ex was doing well in her career and on the up.
“Tural, what do you want?” she was trying to sound confident but he could hearing her anxiety trembling in her tone.It felt a just punishment for her betrayal.She had been lucky he hadn’t taken it further.If she had been a man . . . “I thought we said all we needed to, last Thursday night.It’s over.”
She was eyeing the silencer now.
“So did I until I found out you were stealing information about my arms deal with Lennox Mason to your new boyfriend Adrian Ivanov and allowing the Russian’s to muscle in and undercut me.You have given me no choice but to take this further, kotonyok.You and he must be taught a lesson about loyalty.”
He walked towards her with purpose and caught hold of both ends of the stethoscope closing the gap to lightly tighten it around her neck and use it to pull her towards him with force.Irina shrieked and began to tremble when he twisted it around her throat.
“Please do not hurt me,” she begged him.“He told me he would help my brother get out of that gulag.You know I will do anything for Dimitri.He is my little brother, Tural.Please, you have to understand.”
“No one can get him out of there after what he did going against the government.He is lucky he is still alive.Adrian cannot help you.No one can.He will rot there.”
He watched the tears rise in her green eyes and felt a small pang of sympathy.Thankfully, it was short lived and did to cause him to lose focus.It was a fact she needed to understand and accept.
“Are you going to kill me?” she asked.
He frowned at her and raised the silencer to stroke it over her cheek.
“And what would I get out of that?I want you to feel how hurt I was, to feel my humiliation and that deep sense of betrayal,” he said firmly holding her in place with the stethoscope, his lips inches from hers.
“And how are you going to do that?” she asked nervously.
He caught her lips and kissed her, catching her bottom lips between his teeth to draw it through and back.To his satisfaction, she responded before he abruptly removed his lips from hers and spun her around to begin removing her clothes.
Irina could barely look at him as he roughly removed her black leather skirt and tore her panties away from her body, throwing them in to the pile that already contained her bra and blouse.Her cheeks were a delicate rosy pink.A satisfied smile twitched across his lips.She moved her hands he had cuffed behind her back restlessly.
“Trying to escape is futile,” he informed her callously.“Even if you succeeded we both know I would shoot you dead before you made it out of the door.”
“I thought your rule was never to kill a woman even when she deserved it” she sneered back prompting him to cup her throat with his black leather gloved hand and force her head upwards towards him.
He tightened his grip making her reach for her breath for a moment before he relaxed his hold once more.She looked up at him refusing to turn her eyes away in fear.He’d always liked that about her.He couldn’t help but admire her courage.Their relationship had been a casual affair but he had hoped maybe one day there would be more.She was the first he had spent this long vaguely attached to.He frequented high class prostitutes.He had no time for even considering a real relationship.Still he expected undivided loyalty with whomever he dealt with and that included women in his bed.
Tural finished forcefully stripping Irina naked.He cast his eyes over her helpless naked form taking in every swell, curve, dip and erect tip to remind her of his power and watched her pale skin warm and flush with the weight of his gaze in response.Before he realised, what he was doing, he was moving closer wanting to inhale her scent again and to feel the brush of her large breasts against his suit jacket.Still holding her throat and bending close to her ear so she would feel his breath caress, he answered her question in a dark whisper and ran the tip of the silencer down her back feeling her shiver against him.
“No but it doesn’t stop me injuring you and returning you to Adrian damaged, does it?” he told her in a dark velvet whisper.
Tural caressed the silencer over her bottom watching himself circle it over one buttock as he looked over her shoulder.She was so close to him now, her cheek brushing his own, her heart thudding against his chest.That intoxicating scent of jasmine and patchouli threatening to overpower him.
Focusing on his task he lifted the silencer away from her body and stepped back maintaining his hold on her throat.Irina was breathing hard but there was a curious look in her eyes he hadn’t seen before.He felt a surge of triumph when her pupils dilated.Despite her assertion it was over, the bitch was still attracted to him.He moved his hand up and down her throat then tightened it painfully.
“Time to pay.This is something I should have done last Thursday and not just let you leave like you did.I was too lenient.”
Truth be known, he knew she had betrayed him and what Adrian was up to.He’d believed her to be too intelligent to fall for Adrian’s charm and lies but obviously he had done her a disservice in believing so.
“Kneel,” he virtually hissed the order guiding her down to her knees on the carpet covering the polished yew tree floor in front of the white leather sofa.She looked up at him with the fragile face of a small child as she came to kneel in front of him.
