Arranged Mafia Marriage

Michael

I sip from the cup of espresso as I stare out at the sea from the patio outside the living room. I’d left her asleep… Okay, I had watched her sleep before I’d slipped out and made us both dinner. I’d even fed and replenished the water for the cat, who had followed me into the kitchen. The beast had lapped up the water and finished off his food as if he hadn’t just been fed a few hours ago. Hell, we had forgotten to eat but we had fed him.

To be fair, we had been otherwise occupied. I hadn’t been able to keep my hands off of her, or my dick out of her. I had intended to take out the butt plug and give her time to adjust to the trip, the fact that I had whisked her away without giving her time to mentally adjust to it. But the moment I had touched her, I had lost all sense of control. I had needed to claim her all over again, possess her completely. Ensure she understood who she belongs to. That she is mine, only mine.

I hear footsteps behind me, then she wraps her arm around me, and presses those full tits up and into me.

“You smell good.” She presses her nose into my bare back.

“Do I now?” I chuckle.

“You smell of the salt air, and yourself and… Something else…” She sniffs me again. “Food,” she says in a surprised voice, “you’ve been cooking?”

“I’ve been making dinner, yes.”

“You cooked breakfast for me.” She slides around to face me. “Now dinner too?”

“I am a good Italian boy. I learned cooking from my Mama when I was very young.”

“I thought Italian men were fussed over by their mamas, who made sure they didn’t have to lift a finger around the house?”

“Not my mama,” I laugh. “She made sure we could hold our own in the kitchen. She may have been weak when it came to standing up to our father, but she made up for it by showering us with love.” Some of the heaviness fades from my chest, “She said she wanted to make sure that we would be good husbands. Unlike her own.”

She places her palm against my cheek, “You loved her?”

“Very much.” I turn away.

She grips my chin, “Tell me about her.”

“What’s to tell?”

“Everything. Do you look like her? What else did you do together?”

I peer into her eyes, “You really want to know?”

“Of course, I want to know. It’s why you brought us here, right?”

I tilt my head.

“So we could get to know each other. This is a kind of delayed honeymoon, isn’t it?”

“Am I that transparent?”

“No,” she chuckles, “normally, you are very hard to read.”

“But not right now?”

She half smiles, “Something about being here… You are so much more relaxed, and you’ve lowered your barriers. You’re not wearing that tough Capo look anymore.”

“What’s my tough Capo look?”

She rises up on her tip-toes, raises her arm then frowns “Bend your head,” she instructs. And because it’s Beauty asking me to do it… And only because yes, I want to indulge her, I lower my head. She traces the lines between my eyebrows. “Normally, you have a groove between your eyebrows and,” she touches the skin around my eyes, “lines at the edges of your eyes, and,” she drags her fingers around my mouth, “the skin around your lips is stretched.”

I turn my head, pretend to bite her fingers, and she yelps.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Do I now?”

“Mmhmm.” She wraps her arms about my waist. I’d pulled on my sweats before heading to the kitchen and now she slides her fingers under the waistband, “These sweatpants are something else.”

I chuckle, “I take it you like them?”

She grips my ass and I raise an eyebrow, “Correction. I take it you really like them.”

“They’re bloody hot on you.”

“You mean it’s the way I wear them, isn’t it?”

She rolls her eyes, “Yes, yes. It’s the way they hang low on your waist, then cling to your butt and mold your powerful thighs, and of course,” she slides a hand between us and traces the outline of my cock, which is already standing at attention, “highlights just how much you are packing.”

“Didn’t hear you complain about that when I was inside you.”

She bats her eyelids, “Were you, now? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Excuse me.” I step back from the circle of her arms, place the cup on the table, then straighten. “You were saying-”

“Was I?” She bites down on her lower lip.

“Something about not having noticed I was in you?” I take a step forward and she skitters back. I lunge for her and she screams. I move toward her again. She pivots, runs forward, jumps off of the patio, and races ahead. She turns, panting, then screams when she realizes I am right behind her. I grab for her and she ducks, then takes off running, throwing up sand in her wake. The T-shirt that she’s pulled on, my T-shirt, flaps about her thighs. The fabric clings to her shapely butt that twitches as she runs. She glances over her shoulder, “What? Can’t keep up, old man?”

“Who are you calling old man?” I sprint toward her and she squeals. She puts on a burst of speed and she dashes toward the water’s edge. I dart toward her, closing the distance between us. I tackle her around the waist and she yells as she hits the ground. I clamber over her, flip her over, then pin her down to the sand with my hips. She flails around with her arms and I grab them and hold them above her. I wrap my fingers about her wrists and shackle them. “Do you submit?”

“No!” She spits out sand, “No way.”

I begin to tickle her under her arms and she screams, then begins to shake with laugher. “Stop,” she gasps, “stop, please.”

“Submit to me, Beauty.”

“No!”

I release her arms, only to tickle her down both sides of her body. She laughs and chokes, “Fine,” she gasps between bouts of laughter that make her entire body shake, “fine, I submit.”

I lean back, “Good.”

I pin her arms on either side of her as I straddle her. There’s sand on her cheek, on her throat, in the valley between her breasts. I lean down and bury my face there and she moans. “Oh, Mika!”

I slide down until I am positioned over her core. I shove my sweatpants down, notch my dick against her pussy, and in one thrust, impale her.

She gasps, “Oh, god, Mika!” She wraps her legs around my waist, and in that move which always drives me crazy, pushes her hips upward so I slide further inside her.

I stay there, allowing her to adjust to my size as I gaze into her green eyes. Pupils blown, color flushes her cheeks as I begin to move inside her. Once, twice, thrice, I release her arms then yank down the neckline of her T-shirt. I squeeze her nipple and she sucks in a breath. I twist it and a whine bleeds from her lips.

“The noises you make, Bellezza… They drive me fucking crazy.” I lower my head to her breast, bite down on her nipple, and she screams. Her body bucks. I straighten, hold her gaze as I begin to fuck her in earnest. Once, twice, thrice, I slam into her with such force that my balls slap against the insides of her thighs. Her entire body goes rigid, her eyes roll back in her head, then she wheezes, “Oh, my god, I am going to -”

“Come, Beauty,” I growl, and her features twist as she cries out. Moisture bathes my cock as her body spasms. I plunge in and out of her, in and out. My balls draw up and I empty myself inside of her.

Twenty minutes later, I glance up from the tub I’ve run for her. “What?” I murmur as she watches me with a strange look in her eyes.

I’d carried her inside and run a bath for her while she’d discarded the now sodden shirt that she’d been wearing. I’d divested myself of my sweats as well and poured in the bath salts I’d specially ordered for her.

The scent of moonflowers fills the air and she starts. “That…that’s my favorite fragrance.”

“I know,” I murmur as I rise to my feet. She runs her gaze down my chest to my crotch, where she takes in my already semi-aroused state.

“Again?” she murmurs “You’re already hard?”

“Seems to be my constant state around you.” I walk over to her and push a strand of hair out of her eyes. “What was that earlier look for, hmm?”

“I am still getting used to seeing you so relaxed, is all.”

“It helps that we are on an island, and no one can get on it without my noticing.”

A purring sound reaches me and I glance down to find the cat brushing up against my leg.

“I think he’s beginning to grow on you.”

“Feed the beast a couple of times and he thinks he owns you.”

“And this beast?” She grips my cock and squeezes, “Do I own him, now that I’ve fed him a few times?”

“Why, Beauty, where have you been hiding this filthy mind of yours?”

She chuckles, “It’s one of the things you like about me; admit it.”

“I like everything about you. Haven’t you realized that?”

“Oh, my god!” She pretends to be shocked, “Who are you and what have you done to my alphahole Capo?”

I grin as I smack her butt, “Into the water, before it gets cold.”