Arranged Mafia Marriage

Christian

I hadn’t meant to allow her to come this quickly. I had wanted to withhold that orgasm a little longer, until she had earned it. Until I had a chance to push her boundaries a little more. Until I had made her yearn for her release so her orgasm would be even more intense. But when I had felt her sweet curved bottom against my already hard shaft, all restraint had slipped from my mind. I couldn’t stop myself from touching her and squeezing those gorgeous tits. And when she had moaned and cried out, I hadn’t been able to hold back any longer. I had smelled her arousal, had known that she was already halfway to coming, and that’s when I had kissed her and fucked her with my fingers. She had been hot and tight, and so wet.

I hadn’t stopped kissing her, thrusting my fingers in and out of her. Not until her back had bowed, her shoulders had gone rigid, and she had come.

I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck on them. The taste of her clings to them, combined with her scent. That distinctive honeysuckle taste of hers clings to my palate and goes straight to my head. My cock thickens-of course, it does. Fuck this. Can’t I go a few minutes without wanting to be inside of her?

I spring up to my feet from where I had been seated by the fire and head for the back door. As soon as I open it, the cold rushes in. I slam the door shut behind me, stomp through the piled-up snow and toward the small shed in the back. The cold sinks into my blood, and I shiver. Shit, I should have, at least, worn my coat, but I had been in such a hurry to get out of there that I had forgotten to put it on. I stalk over to the shed, pull open the door, then head for the pile of wood in the corner. I grab hold of as many as I can, then shoulder the door open-walk back to the main house. Once again, the wind slams the door behind me with a crash that reverberates around the place.

I prowl over to the fireplace, place the stack of wood next to it. Bending down on one knee, I add some of the logs to the fire.

The hair on the back of my neck rises, and I know she has entered the room. She walks over to stand next to the fire, and she’s still naked. Good, at least she’s still obeying my orders.

“Did you just go out into the snow?” She glances sideways at me.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I don’t answer.

“I assume you had to go get the firewood. That’s why you went out?”

I stare into the heart of the fire.

“And you didn’t wear your coat?”

I turn to scowl at her, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

She sets her jaw, “So, you’re a big, bad Mafia guy, but going out into the cold without a coat is not good for you.”

“Aww, are you worried about me, Flower?” I smirk.

Her face tightens. “You know what, forget it. I don’t know why I keep trying to have a normal conversation with you.”

“My point, exactly.” I rise to my feet and glance down at her. She really is so tiny; I keep forgetting that. Of course, when I am inside her, nothing matters. Nothing except that hot, tight hole of hers which had clasped around my dick and milked me with such intensity, I had been overwhelmed with pleasure. The kind that I had never experienced before…and that’s saying something.

Since being celibate is not one of my strengths, I have been with enough women to know when I find something that is different. And she is different. She’s unlike the others. All the more reason to find a way to keep my distance from her. I initiated this fake relationship with her. Doesn’t mean I have to conceal my tastes from her, now do I?

“There is nothing normal about my proclivities, Flower,” I drawl.

“Like I care.”

She turns to flounce away, but I call out to her, “Stop, right there.”

She pauses at once, and fuck, if I don’t come right then. The fact that she obeys me without hesitation… Is she aware just how much of a turn-on that is?

“Turn around.”

She hesitates, then slowly pivots to face me. The light from the fire reflects off of her features. I look her up and down, then slowly shrug out of my bathrobe. Her lips part as I place it over the chair next to me. “Stay right there,” I murmur as I walk over to the sewing kit. I run my fingers across the different colors of ribbons. Blue? No. Green? Nope… A warm, golden yellow that reflects the fire in her eyes? Yes. I pick it up then walk over to her.

I walk slowly around her, taking in her curves-the thrust of her breasts, the curve of her belly, the lushness of her hips, the slope of her inner thighs leading to the slice of paradise that I’ve found between her legs. She wriggles her feet and brings one arm to cover her chest; she places the other hand across the space between her thighs.

“Don’t.” I frown. “Don’t hide.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one being ogled at.”

“Feel free to ogle me right back.” I raise my arms wide, and her gaze skitters down my chest. Her pupils dilate, then she glances away.

“Uh, it’s not the same thing.” She shifts her weight from foot to foot.

“That’s true.” I drum my fingers on my thigh. “I’m not the one who needs to be taught patience.”

“Patience?” She chuckles. “And you? Now I’ve heard everything.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Nope.” She firms her lips. “If you had been patient, you wouldn’t have rushed into declaring our upcoming fake wedding to your entire family.”

“If I hadn’t been patient, I would have taken your ass, and the other holes in your body, at the same time, by now.”

She flushes. “No need to be so filthy.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started.” I frown. “Speaking of, I don’t recall giving you permission to speak.”

She scowls. “Surely, you don’t expect me to stay silent after everything that has happened.”

“All that happened was me being nice to you.”

“That was you being nice to me?” She opens and shuts her mouth. “Gesu Cristo, you really have a way with jokes, don’t you?”

I pause behind he. “I never joke, Flower.” I shake out the ribbon, and it makes a faint swishing sound.

She shudders. “Wh-what are you going to use that for?”

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Umm… Now that you mention it,” she swallows, “I … I’m not so sure.”

“Do you want me to stop? Just say the word.”

She tips up her chin. and stares straight ahead. The silence stretches a beat, another, broken only by the crackling of the wood in the fireplace.

Then she nods. Thank fuck!

Something hot stabs at my chest. Something that seems curiously like gratitude. Shit, am I actually being thankful for the fact that she chose to agree to go through with what I have in store for her? Does she even know how much power she holds over me right now? If she had said no, if she had said that she wasn’t interested in the experience I have in mind for her…

I’d have stepped back, but reluctantly. And I’d only have plotted to find another way to get her to agree. Yep, once I set my sights on something, I want it. No way would I have taken refusal as the final answer. Not that it’s ethical to do so, but fuck that. When it comes to her, there are no holds barred. I’ll do anything to possess her… Marry her… Make her mine…

And then, I’ll let go of her. For why should I have these experiences when he can’t? When my soul twin, the brother who meant to me more than anyone else, the one for whom I’d have given up my life itself but whom I couldn’t save… The one whom I’d let down when he most needed me. When he can’t find his true love, or get married, or have children, why should I?

A ripple runs down my body. I raise my hands and place the ribbon over her eyes. She stiffens, but doesn’t protest when I tie the ends behind her head. My fingers tremble-from suppressed grief? From excitement? Possibly both. But I ignore it. I knot the ribbon, then move around to stand in front of her. “Nod if you feel comfortable with this, Flower.”

She slowly jerks her chin.

“Good girl,” I murmur as I snatch up another piece of ribbon. Walking behind her, I pull her arms behind her back and tie the ribbon about her wrists.

Goose bumps pop on her skin. Her shoulders shudder. I glance down to find her nipples hard and beaded. She squeezes her thighs together, and I know she’s already aroused. I lower my face and blow gently over her ear; she shivers. I push the hair over one shoulder, and a shudder grips her. I press a kiss to the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, and a moan bleeds from her.

“Shh…” I drag my nose up her jaw to nuzzle her cheek. “Give into it, Flower. Just let me do this for you, okay?”

She draws in a breath, then the muscles of her shoulders relax.

“Good girl,” I praise her again, and she bites down on her lower lip. Oh, Flower likes it when I praise her, all right. If I were to slide my fingers between her thighs, bet I’d find her even more wet. But first, I need to do the one thing that I have had in mind ever since the first time I saw her gorgeous breasts.