Arranged Mafia Marriage

Theresa

“Perversions?” Elsa’s eyes round. “Did he say…per-ver-sions?”

“Shh,” I glance around the crowded nightclub, but thankfully, nobody’s paying any attention to us. Yep, I had decided to tempt fate by asking Elsa to accompany me to Venom again.

“Well,” she draws from the straw of her frozen margarita, “did he elaborate further?”

I shake my head.

“But he did say perversions?”

I scowl at her, “If I didn’t know you better, I’d think that you were having too much fun with that word.”

“I am.” She drinks some more of the margarita. “Have you imagined what he meant by that? What all he could do to you? How rough he could get? How he could spank you, or tie you up or-”

“Stop,” my cheeks heat, “and no, I haven’t imagined any of that.”

“Liar.” She laughs, then drains the rest of her margarita, before leaning over the bar counter, “Get me another margarita, please?”

“She’s had enough,” a voice says from behind us.

Both of us turn at the same time to find Seb glowering at her. Yep, I had wanted to leave the house, knowing fully that it would piss off Axel, but that was the general idea. I was so mad at him for making me come on his fingers, for scaring me with his threats. If he thinks I’m going to back down because of the thought of some rough sex after marriage, he can think again. My thighs clench, my toes curl, and moisture beads the space between my legs. OMG, just the thought of what he could do to my body has my heartbeat ratcheting up. My pulse beats at my temples. I rub my damp palms on the skirt of my dress just as Elsa raises an eyebrow at Seb.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she drawls.

“Oh?” He smirks.

“You are not my keeper,” she insists.

“But I am the person responsible for the safety of both of you.” He folds his arms across his chest.

“You mean you are responsible for Theresa’s safety,” she corrects him.

“You are here with Theresa; ergo, I am responsible for your safety too.”

The two of them glare at each other for a few seconds. The silence stretches and neither seems to want to back down.

I slide off the stool. “Thanks for bringing me here, Seb, especially as I know it means going against Axel’s orders.”

Seb smirks. “It’s because it goes against his orders that I couldn’t resist. Also, he can’t order me around. I don’t answer to anyone.”

“Not even to the Don?” Elsa asks.

He hesitates. “He’s the only exception.”

“Wow,” Elsa’s gaze widens, “but would you go against the Don on certain occasions?”

“The Don is not unreasonable; there isn’t much we disagree on.”

“So, you would go against the Don if the situation warranted it?”

“Why are you so curious about it?” Seb scowls.

“It was just a question.” She glowers back at him.

“Well, you shouldn’t be this curious about things that don’t concern you.”

“Hey,” she draws herself up to her full height, which still means she comes up to the height of his chest, “you are my friend’s designated bodyguard-slash-chauffeur tonight, which means it’s totally within my purview to find out everything about you.”

“You mean, you want to find out more about me? He smirks.

“It means, I want to make sure that you are uh… qualified in your role of chauffeur-slash-security guard. Speaking of, why don’t you stand at a distance?”

“Why should I stand at a distance?”

“Because you are frightening the rest of the men away.”

“Men?” Seb’s face grows thunderous. “What men?”

“My question, exactly,” a familiar voice cuts through the noise of the bar.

“Oh, hell,” I squeeze my eyes shut and mutter under my breath, “it can’t be.” Please, please let it not be him.

“You thought you could slink away without asking my permission and I wouldn’t follow you?”

I glance over my shoulder at the tall, dark, massive, glowering man whose blue eyes are alight with an emotion I dare not try to name.

“How did you manage to leave the house?” I frown.

“I am well enough to walk, or hadn’t you noticed?” he retorts.

“I know you are getting better, and believe me, I am happy about that.”

“Are you?” He tilts his head. “Somehow, I can’t help but think that you wanted me out of commission long enough to not be able to walk on my own two feet up the aisle for my own wedding.”

I gape at him, “I would never -” I take in his angry features, the skin that wrinkles around his mouth, the firm set to his jaw. “Wow,” I throw up my hands, “you really think I planned it so you’d embarrass yourself on your wedding day?”

“Didn’t you? Isn’t that why you pushed to have the wedding so quickly?”

My cheeks heat, “I only suggested a shorter period of time because we both wanted to get married and I didn’t see any reason to wait.”

“Were you afraid that I’d change my mind?”

“Well, you won’t, now that you have a chance to get a piece of the Cosa Nostra business.” Bitterness fills my chest and I push it aside. “How did you find me here, anyway?” I’d chosen this bar precisely because it’s not one of the regular haunts of the Sovranos or the rest of the Mafia. And it’s not the same place that we went to last time.

“Lucky guess?” He raises a shoulder.

“Stop treating me like I am stupid.” I sense Seb shuffle his feet and turn on him, “You told him, didn’t you?”

He raises his hands, “He called me, so I didn’t have a choice.”

“You couldn’t have given him the wrong address?”

“I figured, you still had a head start on him, giving you enough time to enjoy yourself before he tracked you down.”

I glower at him, but Seb has already turned back to Elsa, “What say we head out to the car and wait for these guys to join us?”

Elsa pops her head around him, “I assume this is Axel?”

“Oh, shoot, I forgot you guys haven’t yet met.” I glance between them, “Axel this is my friend and colleague Elsa. Elsa this is Axel the man-”

“Who you are going to marry, I know,” she thrusts out her arm, “pleased to meet you.”

Axel reaches out to take her hand but Seb steps between them, “That’s enough.”

Her gaze widens, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back off, asshole. I was merely being civil,”

“You can say hello without touching him,” Seb replies in a tight voice.

“I was only going to shake his hand, jerkaloupe.”

Seb’s forehead creases, “Is that an insult?”

“What do you think, you big oaf?”

“I think it’s time to leave and give these two a few minutes alone.”

She scowls at him, and he stares back with a placid expression on his face.

Finally, she blows out a breath, “Is that okay with you, Theresa? I can stay if you want.”

Axel’s muscles bunch. I sense the anger vibrating off of him, and for some reason, I want to calm him down.

“It’s fine,” I murmur. “I’ll be fine.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“You sure?” She peers at me closely, “I can stay; honestly.”

“No,” I shake my head. “Really, I’ve got this.”

She stares at me a second longer, then nods. “We’ll be out in the car.”

“We’ll just be a few minutes,” I reassure her. She brushes past Seb, whose features darken. He stomps off after her.

“What’s gotten into him?” Axel stares at his retreating back.

“Who knows?” I turn to face him, “Now, do you want to tell me why you came here?”

“I don’t know,” he crowds me so my hip hits the bar, “I think the time for talking is over. In fact, I am positive I don’t want to talk about anything right now.”

“You don’t?”

“I thought it was time to give you an idea of the kind of man you are marrying.”

“Oh, I know the kind of man I am marrying,” I tip up my chin. “A lying, conniving, double-crosser who won’t hesitate to betray his own brothers.”

His face darkens, “Take that back.”

“No.”

“I am warning you, Theresa, if you don’t apologize for that, I am going to have to punish you.”

A thrill runs down my back. Shit, why is it that the thought of unleashing the beast inside him turns me on so? Why is it that the thought of him losing his control and jumping on me and having his way with me has my insides turn to jelly? My toes curl. I raise my hand to push back a strand of hair from my face and my fingers tremble. “I’m only saying what we both know is true. Besides, you don’t scare me.”

“So you keep saying.” He bares his teeth. “Last chance, Sunshine.”

“Ooh, I am so afraid.” I pretend to shiver, then yelp when he grabs my wrist.

He turns around and drags me through the crowd. The people in front seem to step aside as he shoulders his way to the end of the bar, then turns up the corridor, and passes the queue of women waiting to get into the restroom.

“Jesus, what the hell do you think you are doing?” I yell.

He doesn’t reply, simply increases his pace as he hauls me past the row of curious faces. He reaches the guys’ restroom and barges inside, pulling me in his wake. “Out,” he snaps.

The man who’s been washing his hands at the basin opens his mouth to protest. Axel growls and the man pales. He turns around, brushes past us and scampers out.

“That goes for you, too,” Axel jerks his chin toward the man who’s been pissing in one of the urinals. This guy doesn’t even protest. Without bothering to zip himself up, he turns and runs out, followed by the man who had been drying his hands under the electric dryer.

Why the hell is it that the men’s restrooms are always empty while the women’s always has a queue? One of the everlasting mysteries which I know I will not solve today. I try to pull my hand from his grasp, but Axel doesn’t let go. Once the last man has left the restroom, he turns and locks the door. The sound of the latch falling into place echoes around the space.

I gulp. “Let go of me,” I gasp.

“Nope.” He yanks me toward the sinks, then pushes me against the counter before crowding me from behind.

I stare at my flushed appearance in the mirror. My hair is messed up and my eyes glitter with fear? Excitement? Both.

He pulls up my skirt from behind and I freeze, “What are you-?”

He grabs my panties and tears them off.

“What the-?” I turn my head to find him stuffing my panties in his pocket.

He slaps my ass.

I gasp, too shocked to say anything.

He spanks my other asscheek, and I yell, “What do you think you are doing?”

“Teaching you a lesson.”

He raises his big palm again and brings it down on my asscheek, this time, with enough force that I rise up to my tiptoes. A line of fire seems to unfold from the point of contact, before zipping straight to my core. My pussy clenches and my nipples tighten. No way. No fucking way, am I turned on by what he just did.

I open my mouth to protest, but before I can make a sound, he spanks my other asscheek with enough force that my entire body jolts. He raises his hand, holds my gaze in the mirror, “Tell me you’re sorry for disobeying me.”

“No.”

C-r-a-c-k. He spanks me such force that another line of fire, this one even more intense, zips up my spine.

C-r-a-c-k, c-r-a-c-k, c-r-a-c-k. He spanks both my asscheeks in quick succession, and I can’t stop the groan that spills from my lips.

“Fuck,” he growls. I take in his flushed features, the color that burns high on his cheeks. The dark pupils of his eyes seem to have expanded out until only a blazing circle of blue can be seen around the circumference.

“You fucking get to me, you know that?” he says in a low voice. “Since the first time I saw you, I have been acting out of character. Since I smelled you, I can’t get your scent out of my head. Since I tasted you, I want fucking more.”

He massages my throbbing asscheek, and a moan wells up my throat.

He thrusts his finger between my legs and I gasp.

“Fucking hell,” his gaze intensifies, “you’re so damn wet, so hot, so slick.”

He shoves two more fingers inside me, then curls them.

“Ohmygod,” I throw my head back against his chest, then push my ass into the swollen length at his crotch. I writhe and grind against the throbbing thickness as he continues to work me. He brings his other hand around to cup my pussy, “Who does this belong to?”

“What?” I blink.

“Who does your cunt belong to, Sunshine?” he says in a hard voice, simultaneously pinching my clit with such force that I see stars.

“Tell me,” he demands, “who does your pussy belong to Theresa?”

“You,” I moan, “you, Axel, you.”

“Damn-fucking-right.”

He pulls his fingers out of me, only to turn me around. He kicks my legs apart, drops to his knees and thrusts his face between my thighs. He eats me out, devours me, slurps on my pussy, circles my clit with his tongue, then shoves four of his thick fingers inside my already squelching channel. Too much. Too full. And he doesn’t even have his cock inside me yet.

He squeezes my hip, then slides one leg over his shoulder, before attacking my pussy with renewed vigor. This time, he pumps his fingers in and out of me, as he bites down on my clit. That’s when the climax sweeps over me. The orgasm slams into me and I cry out as I come. I slump over him and he rises to his feet. He notches his knuckles under my chin. “Open your eyes,” he commands.

I flutter my eyelashes open, meet his piercing gaze.

“You’re mine, Theresa. Mine to fuck. Mine to possess. Mine to do with as I please. You feel me?”

“Yes,” I swallow. “Yes, Axel.”

“Good.” he circles my wrist with his fingers then unlocks the bathroom door and heads out, with me in tow. As we pass the still long line of women, they can’t take their eyes off of him-not that he notices. He pulls me along at such speed that I have to half-run to keep up. By the time we reach Seb’s car, I am panting.

The two men exchange glances, then Seb jerks his chin toward the car, “Get in and I’ll drop you back at the house.”

Axel opens the back door for me and I slide in; he follows. He throws his arm around me and pulls me close and I have to admit, I don’t try to move away this time. I bury my nose in his neck, draw in his dark, edgy scent. Somehow, that entire demonstration of possession hasn’t put me off. It was quite hot, actually.

I sense Elsa glance at me from her seat in the front of the car, but I don’t raise my head. Somehow, I don’t want to explain why I am clinging to him like I can’t get enough of him. Damn it, I am going to marry him. Surely, it’s allowed.

Seb eases the car out onto the road and accelerates.

Then a thought strikes me and I pull back. “How did you get here?” I ask.

“Adrian dropped me off.”

“Ah.” I subside. The rest of the trip passes in silence. I shoot glances at Axel’s face, but he’s staring out the window. His jaw is hard. A nerve throbs at his temple. Clearly, he’s still angry at me. Or maybe he’s mad at himself. To be fair though, while he made me orgasm, he hasn’t found the same kind of relief. I place my palm over his crotch and the thickness in his pants makes me gasp. He stiffens, but he doesn’t stop me when I begin to knead him through his pants. His shaft lengthens, and the heat sears me through the cloth. He widens his legs, allowing me more access and I slide my fingers up and down his length. His muscles bunch and his shoulders flex. I squeeze his cock and it seems to jump under my ministrations. A plume of heat seems to pour off of him. It slams down on my shoulders, pinning me in place. I draw in a breath and the scent of him-sweat and musk and testosterone-fills my lungs. A trembling grips me. I squeeze my legs together to contain the yawning gap that claws at my insides. The next moment he grips my pussy. A cry rolls up my throat but he’s already there. He fits his mouth over mine and absorbs the sounds. Heat flushes my skin. Goddammit, I am in a car with my employee/friend in the front and one of the Sovrano brothers, and I can’t keep my hands off this guy. And can’t stop him from eating my face or playing with my clit.

Another groan rolls up my throat and he deepens the kiss. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and my eyes roll back in my head. A shudder ladders up my spine, and the climax sweeps over me. A bead of sweat slides down my back as I give into the pleasure completely. The orgasm seems to go on and on, then just as quickly fades away. I slump in his grasp, completely boneless. He continues to kiss me for a few seconds more, then softens his lips, until he’s nibbling on my lower lip, kissing the edges of my mouth, my chin, my nose. When he finally sits back, I gaze at him, unable to compute what just happened.

Did I just come from his just kissing me? Okay, he may have had some help because he was playing with my pussy, but for heaven’s sake, I wasn’t even undressed. Under my palm he’s rock hard and so big. He smirks, an amused look in his eyes.

Jerk! Bet he’s gloating that he made me come so quickly. I pull back my hand, scoot over to the door, and for the remainder of the journey, glance out of the window.

Thankfully, he doesn’t speak either. Neither do Seb and Elsa from the front of the car.

All too soon, we are parking in front of Axel’s temporary home. I am about to follow him out of the car when Elsa leans over the back of her seat. “You sure you’re okay T?” she murmurs. “If you need any help-”

“She doesn’t,” Axel snaps.

Elsa frowns. I shoot him a scowl, “Don’t answer for me.”

“I can if I want to.”

I blow out a breath. Elsa’s brow wrinkles. “Theresa?” she prompts, “do you want me to come in with you?”

“No,” I shake my head.

“No,” Axel and Seb say at the same time.

“What the hell?” Elsa throws up her hands, “I am asking Theresa, you guys,” she side-eyes Seb, “and you, mister, have no right to speak,” she snaps.

Seb merely raises an eyebrow. Before he can say something and make things worse, I rush in with, “I am fine, Elsa, I promise.”

She doesn’t seem convinced. “You don’t have to do this, Theresa. You don’t have to marry him.”

I do, though. How can I explain it to her? This man is my last chance to feel connected to Xander.

And that is really, really the wrong reason to marry someone. I push the thought away. “I’m good, promise,” I lean over and kiss her cheek. “I’ll be in touch.”

I slide out of the car behind Axel and he slams the door shut. Seb drives away, leaving me alone with Axel. I follow him to the door, which he unlocks with a set of keys.

I am inside and he’s locked the door behind him before I finally realize what he just did. “Hey,” I call out as he begins to climb the stairs, “where’s the rest of the household staff?”

“I gave them a few days off.”

“And Sheena?”

“I am taking a break from the physiotherapy sessions.”

A ripple of fear runs up my spine. So, I am alone with him? I can’t be alone with him. Not that it would stop him from doing whatever he wants in the privacy of his or my room. But still, knowing that Sheena was here and that there were other people around had provided me with some modicum of safety…which has just been pulled out from under me.

I burst into a run and take the stairs two at a time. “Is that wise?” I pant as I draw up close with him. “Taking a break, I mean? Surely, you need to keep exercising-”

“Which I am doing on my own.”

“But it’s too soon after your being shot; you need an expert to monitor your progress and help you and-”

“I am improving by leaps and bounds, the doctor says.” He pauses at the top of the stairs so quickly that I bump into him.

He turns and grips my shoulders, staring down at me from his elevated height. “At this rate, I’ll be back to my former strength in a few days.”

“That…that’s great.”

“Not for you.”

“Excuse me.”

“Not that it matters,” he looks me up and down, “I have plans for you, Sunshine.”

“Don’t call me that.” I tug at his grasp. He releases me and that increases the churning sensation at the pit of my stomach. A hot sensation coils in my chest. My pulse begins to race. Why am I feeling so nervous? I am going to marry this guy. Most likely, I am going to spend the rest of my life with him, so why am I so afraid of him?

His gaze intensifies. He stares at my mouth and my throat goes dry. I step up onto the top of the staircase, forcing him to take a step back.

This also decreases the height difference between us. Not that it helps, because I still have to tilt my head all the way back to meet his eyes.

He smirks, and hell, why do I find that so hot?

“I am not afraid of you.” I toss my hair over my shoulder.

He barks out a laugh, “I’ll remind you of this when I finally have my way with you.”

My nerve-endings stretch and something inside of me seems to snap. With a low snarl, I throw myself at him.