Arranged Mafia Marriage

Axel

Heat coils low in my belly. All of the blood drains to my groin. Husband. This is my wife. In my house. Laid out for my delectation. Something hot stabs at my chest. My vision tunnels. “Say that again,” I growl.

She licks her lips. Then, she draws in a breath, “Fuck me, husband.”

“Good girl.” I twist my lips.

Heat blooms on her cheeks.

Without taking my gaze off of her, I squeeze the backs of her thighs, then throw one leg over my shoulder. I lower my mouth and lick her from backhole to pussy.

A moan spills from her lips.

I lick her again and her entire body jolts.

“You’re so fucking sweet, baby.”

I thrust my tongue inside her channel and she yells. “Axel, ohmygod!”

I continue to fuck her with my tongue as her entire body jerks. She squeezes her thighs around my neck, even as she pushes her pelvis up and into my face. I drag my tongue up her pussy lips, then bite down on her swollen clit. That’s when she explodes. She arches off the table and grabs hold of my ears as the climax rips through her. She shudders as liquid heat slides down from between her thighs. I lower my head to lap it up, then climb over her body. I press my lips to hers and kiss her, then tear my mouth from hers. I slide the gun out from my waistband, place it to the side, then shove my sweats down my thighs.

“Open your eyes, baby,” I order.

She flutters open her eyelids as I notch my cock to her opening.

“I love you,” I lunge forward and into her with such force that her entire body moves forward. The table lurches and I pull out of her, then slam into her again.

She groans, “Axel.” She opens her mouth and I fit my lips to hers again. I kiss her, thrust my tongue inside her mouth, as I begin to fuck her in earnest. In-out-in, I tilt my hips, thrust into her again, and my balls slap against her flesh. Her breasts are squeezed against my chest, her ankles knotted over my back. I stare into her green gaze as I reach down and slide my thumb inside her backhole. I plunge inside her and can feel my cock fill her, stretch her and slide inside her, and fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing I have ever felt. My dick lengthens, my balls draw up, and I groan as I come inside of her. I tear my lips from hers, stare into her eyes as I support my weight on my elbows.

“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, “Why do I feel so completely shaken when I am with you?”

She presses her palm to my cheek, “You’re different here… so much more open, so much more-”

“Myself?” I turn my head into her palm and kiss the soft flesh.

“Did you mean it?” She asks in a soft voice.

“You mean about being completely shaken?” I turn to smirk at her.

She frowns, “No what you said before that.”

“About what you are doing to me?”

She slaps my shoulder, “Before that.” Her cheeks grow pink, “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t,” I chuckle.

“When you said that-”

“That?”

“That you love me.”

I peer into her face, “What do you think?”

“That you do love me.”

“I do,” I agree, “I have never felt like this before, Sunshine. Never felt as if my insides were being torn out of me, never felt like I was on the edge of a precipice and about to go into free fall. Never felt like my heart didn’t belong to me anymore. Never wanted to protect anyone like I want to take care of you.”

She swallows and a tear drop squeezes its way out of the corner of her eye.

“Fuck,” I stare, “did I make you cry?”

“No, yes,” she glances away then back at me, “that has to be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“So, you’re crying?”

“They’re tears of joy,” she explains.

I shake my head, then pull out of her.

“Oh,” she gasps.

I glance down to where my cum slides down her inside thigh.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” I reach down and push the liquid back inside her.

She draws in a sharp breath. I glance up at her. Her pupils dilate as she worries her lower lip.

“Told you, only I am allowed to hurt you, babe,” I reach up and tug her lip out from between her teeth.

“Why do you do that?” she asks in a low voice.

“Push my cum back inside of you?”

She flushes. “When you put it like that,” she squeezes her eyes shut, “it sounds so filthy.”

“Good,” I straighten, drag my sweats up; then slide the gun into my waistband before I haul her up in my arms. “And to answer your question, it’s because I want to get you pregnant.”

“What?” She stares up at me, “You did not just say that.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I chuckle as I walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“Do you mean it?”

“I never say anything I don’t.”

“Jesus,” she shakes her head, “first you say you love me, then you say you want to get me pregnant.”

“We are married,” I point out.

“You realize, you have more Mafia in you then you care to admit.”

“What do you mean?”

“This entire kidnapping me, bringing me to your home, then fucking the living daylights out of me and trying to get me pregnant. It’s like, really possessive alphaholish behavior.”

“Alphaholish?” I frown.

“Yeah, when you go all asshole and you are alpha, ergo-”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I smirk.

“Of course, you would,” she snorts, “and if that isn’t acting like one of the Sovranos, I don’t know what is.”

I frown as I walk into my bedroom.

“I didn’t mean to upset you by saying that.”

“You didn’t upset me,” I head into the bathroom, “but it’s disconcerting to realize that you are right.”

I reach the tub and set her down, then turn on the tap. The water flows into the tub and steam rises up.

I straighten and glance down to find her staring up at me, “What?”

“Who are you and what have you done to Axel?”

“Not sure I follow,” I reply.

“You’re just so much more approachable, so real, so human… so much more, the kind of man I’d hoped to fall in love with.”

“But?” I scowl.

“I… I don’t think I am in love with you-”

“Yet,” I pick her up by her waist and place her in the tub.

She giggles nervously, “I am still not used to your moving me around with such ease.”

“You are a tiny thing,” I point out.

“And you,” she reaches over and grips my cock, “are so big.”

An hour later, I gaze at her, fast asleep in my bed. After that comment about my being so big, which fuck, if it didn’t go straight to my head… not that it should have surprised me because I am bigger than most men… And no, I didn’t have to measure myself. It’s something I have been told by other women. I frown. The thought of being with any of them doesn’t sit right with me anymore. Guess I am pussy-whipped by a tiny, curvy spitfire who’s got me completely under her spell. Sunshine turns over and sighs. Her fingers are wrapped around mine. I glance at my ring on her finger and something fierce grips me. I bend down, press a kiss to her parted lips, then pull away from her.

The security app on my phone pings. I snatch up the phone and can’t stop the smile that curls my lips. About damned time, too.

I press a button on the app, then begin to get dressed.

As I pull on my clothes, I can’t take my gaze off of her. She’s mine to protect. Mine to cherish. And I am going to make sure no one ever hurts her. Even if it means that I hurt myself in the process. I get dressed, then grab my gun from where I had placed it on the bureau. I head down the steps toward the study, step inside, then come to a stop.

“Hello, motherfuckers.”