Arranged Mafia Marriage

Michael

What in the name of the Santa Madre Maria is she doing? I glare down at where she’s positioned on her knees, her fingers still clasped around my cufflinks and linked together in front of her. Her mouth is open in that perfect ‘O’ that invites me to stuff my cock between her lips. To bury my fingers in her hair, hold her in place as I fuck her mouth, and shoot my load down her throat. She holds my gaze, those green eyes beseeching, pupils dilated enough, breathing ragged enough to indicate that she’s turned on.

If I bent down and sank my fingers in her pussy, no doubt, she’d be dripping. Her cunt ready and open and willing to take my cock. She’d tighten her inner walls around my length, milk me, and not let go until I had come inside her, until I had impaled her and fucked her so hard that she’d feel me in her throat. Her chest rises and falls, nipples pebbled against the tiny T-shirt that stretches across her chest. Fuck me.

I begin to jerk off in earnest. Squeezing my cock from base to crown, again and again. In seconds, the tightness at the base of my spine curls in on itself, tighter, higher, until it snaps. The orgasm slams into me with the force of a thirteen-millimeter bullet. My balls draw up and I come, shooting my cum across her face, in her mouth, across her hair, her breasts.

She licks off the white ropy strands without breaking the connection of our gaze. And fuck me, but this woman… She is going to be the death of me… Correction, she had been the death of me… She has tried to kill me, not once, but twice, so far. Will she be lucky the third time? Why do I keep coming back to her?

I had managed to stay away for two full days. Two days in which I had thrown myself into work with a ferocity that had taken my brothers by surprise. Two days in which I had taken meetings separately with the Bratva and the Kane Company, had negotiated deals with both of them which would secure the future of my clan within the Cosa Nostra and cement my bid to be the next Don. Two days in which I had learned that it wasn’t the Kane Company which had sent the four unarmed men who had tried to kill me a few months ago. Two days in which I had not stopped thinking about her. In which I had tried to fuck a woman in my apartment above Venom-which is where I had stayed the last two nights. I hadn’t been able to get it up then. Couldn’t bear the thought of any other woman touching me either. But one glance at her, one sniff of her scent and I had gone rock hard.

Fuck. What the hell is Beauty doing to me? My wife, my would-be-murderer, what kind of magic has she woven around me that I seem to find my way back to her, whether I want to or not?

“Michael,” she murmurs, “you okay?”

I lower my hand to my side, brush past her. I head for the ensuite and her footsteps follow me.

“What the fuck?” she yells. “What’s wrong with you?”

Something hits me on the back and I freeze. I turn to find the cufflinks on the floor between us. I glance up at her, and the color fades from her cheeks.

She squares her shoulders. “I am not going to apologize for that.” She looks down at the cufflinks, then shifts her gaze to me and firms her lips. “You deserved it, the way you’ve been acting.”

I look her up and down and she shuffles her feet. I turn, take a step forward, and she skitters back. Another step and she props her hands on her hips.

“You… ” she clears her throat, “you don’t scare me.”

I bare my teeth, snap at her and she squeaks.

“What the hell?” She jumps back a few more steps, putting distance between us.

“You’re the one who carved…that…that horrible word on my back. How could you do it, Michael, how could you?”

“Because it’s true.”

“What are you talking about?” She gulps, “I am your wife, Michael. Your wife.”

“You didn’t think about that when you left me for dead?”

“And I’ve already apologized to you for it.”

“You think you can say sorry and it wipes away everything you did, Beauty?” I glare at her, and she pales. My cum drips from her chin, trickles down the valley between her breasts and my dick begins to harden again. Fuck, but as long as I am in her presence, I can’t stop myself from wanting to be inside of her again.

“I really am sorry, Michael.”

“Not as sorry as I am for having married you.”

She inhales sharply, “You don’t mean it.”

“Don’t I?” I growl, “You left with Luca. You spent the night with him.”

She frowns. “I spent the night in a safehouse with him.”

“Under the same roof as him.”

“Yes, but not in the same room,” she frowns. “We slept in different rooms.”

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“Is that why you are so pissed at me? You think I slept with him?”

I grit my teeth so hard, pain shoots up the side of my face.

“Nothing happened, Michael.” She takes a step forward.

I hold up my hand, ” I am not interested in your pathetic excuses.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Michael. You must know that.”

I glance away, then back at her.

“It’s because, to the outside world, it seems like I slept with him. That’s what’s got you so riled up, isn’t it?”

I curl my fingers into fists at my sides.

“OMG,” she gasps, “that’s what it is. I mean, you guys are old-fashioned enough that you think you’ve lost face because I spent the night in the same house as another man.”

Heat flushes the back of my neck. Damn her, for guessing that. She’s way more perceptive than I gave her credit for.

“I swear, nothing happened between us, Michael.” Her features soften. “As for having embarrassed you? I really am sorry about that.” She tips up her chin, “How can I make it up to you?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Try me.” She sets her jaw, “I almost lost you, Michael. You have no idea how relieved I am to find that you are still alive. Let me make amends for what I did. I’ll do anything to show you how sorry I am.”

“Are you sure?” I fold my arms across my chest and her gaze flits over my biceps. Her lips part, and it’s as if she can’t stop herself from glancing down at my crotch.

“My face is up here,” I drawl.

She flushes, jerks her chin up, “Yeah, yeah I know.” She juts out her lower lip, “So what do you say? I’ll do anything you want, and in return, you’ll forgive me?”

I laugh. This woman… She has too much gumption. Does she actually think that she can manipulate me like this?

“Anything, huh?” I drum my fingers on my chest. “You sure about that?”

She shakes her head, “No, I am not.” She swallows, “But I am not going to back down from your challenge, Michael. I need you to believe in me and if this is the only way to do it, then so be it.”

I lower my arms to my sides, walk over to her. She flinches, then releases a breath when I pass her. I circle her, coming back to stop in front of her. “So,” I drawl, “you think you have the guts to stand up to me, huh? You think I can’t punish you the way I do my men.”

“Oh, I know you can, and that you will. In fact,” she draws herself up to her full height, “I am counting on it.”

“You can’t take what I have in mind, Bellezza.”

“Oh?” She tilts her head, “Try me, Capo.”

Sant’Iddio! I bunch my fingers into fists. She only has to call me by my title and my entire body strains to cover hers. To throw her down and bury myself inside of her and- I shake my head. “Shut up,” I growl. “From now on, you won’t speak. Not until I give you permission.”

“But-”

I raise an eyebrow and color suffuses her features. “Do you wanna play or do you wanna play?”

She opens her mouth and I shake my head.

She raises her hand and gestures.

“Sorry?” I smirk, “Not sure what you are telling me.”

Her green eyes blaze with a combination of anger and frustration, and fuck, if I don’t want to subsume that fire inside of me, to have her spirit consume me, even as I draw on the darkness inside of her. But first, I need to find out if she can actually deliver on her word.

“Take off your clothes.”

She tosses her head, then grips the bottom of her T-shirt. She tugs it up and over her head, drops it to the floor.

Her breasts, enclosed in her lacy black bra, spill out over the top. Her nipples are outlined against the sheer fabric of her lingerie…that I had bought for her. She’s wearing clothes that I had picked out for her, personally. Call it a moment of weakness, but I hadn’t been able to resist shutting down yet another shop in Palermo while I had searched through the lingerie on offer and chosen exactly what I wanted her to wear.

Maybe it’s the blow to the head that changed my view of the world… Maybe it’s that I had known that she would come back to me… Either way, my brothers had thought I was crazy to drag myself out of bed, when I had barely begun to heal, to pick out the clothes for her. But then I had been vindicated, hadn’t I? She had turned up at my fake funeral and she had been shocked to see me come to life. The amazement and then the relief in her eyes when she had realized that I was alive… She couldn’t hide that.

Her waist is so tiny I can span it with the width of my hands. She seems so strong, this woman, so full of spunk, so always ready to stand up to me, that I forget how fragile she really is.

And she tried to kill you.

But had she meant it? Had she been acting out of instinct…because she was as afraid of what was between us as I am? And now what? I am making excuses for her?

Che cazzo! I am making excuses for her behavior! What the hell is wrong with me? Why is it that every time I am with her, I lose all sense of myself? That I can’t stop myself from wanting to wrap my fingers around her throat and pulling her close, and kissing those gorgeous lips as I play with her breasts while I thrust my hips forward so my cock nestles in its real home…between her fleshy thighs? Thighs I can’t stop myself from squeezing, and leaving my mark over her creamy skin.

She licks her lips and all thought empties from my head.

“Take off the rest of your clothes.” My voice cracks, goddamn it, and I clear my throat. “Do it, Beauty, now!”

She swipes her hair over her shoulder, then reaches for the waistband of her shorts. She shoves them down, then kicks them aside along with her socks. Straightens to stand in her bra and panties. Color blooms on her cheeks. How sweet. After everything I’ve done to her, after how she’s come apart under my fingers, she still blushes when she stands almost naked in front of me. I jerk my chin and she bites down her lower lip, and fuck me, but my dick instantly twitches. My balls harden.

I close my fingers at my sides, glare at her. “Take it all off,” I snap.

She stiffens. then pulls her shoulders back. Without taking her gaze off of mine, she reaches behind to unhook her bra, then tosses it at me.

I snatch up the piece of fabric and she makes a noise deep in her throat. I stare down at her panties and her flush deepens.

“Do it, Beauty,” I growl.

She tips up her chin, hooks her fingers in the waistband of her panties, and shoves them down her legs. She throws them at me. I catch them with my other hand, bring them up to my nose and inhale. The scent of Beauty fills my senses. A pulse flares to life at my temples, behind my eyelids, even in my fucking balls. Fucking fuck, this woman is doing me in.

“You are an animal,” she scowls, “you know that?”

“No talking,” I growl as I toss her underclothes aside, then stalk over to her. “Also that wasn’t me being an animal; but this is.”