Arranged Mafia Marriage

Seb

My orgasm seems to go on and on. The cherry scent of her, mixed with the sweetness of her arousal, surrounds me. Her thick blonde hair flows about her, a heavenly cloud. The honeyed heat of her pussy is so sweet, so tight, as she flutters around my cock, as she clamps down on my shaft and milks me until I’m sure I’m going to black out. Dark spots flash at the corners of my vision as I slump against her. The softness of her breasts cushion my chest, and her thighs wrap around me. At some point, I released her arms, and she winds them around my neck. She runs her fingers down my back and I can sense her touch through the shirt and jacket that I am wearing.

“Take off your clothes,” she whispers, her voice muffled against my throat.

“All in good time.” I push up, holding my weight off of her with my arms planted on either side of her.

I glance into her flushed face, the trail of tears down her cheeks, the swollen lips, her hair tangled about her face, and I can’t stop myself from bending and brushing my lips over hers again and again.

“You’re so gorgeous, it hurts me.” I hear the words and can’t believe I said them. Who is this lovestruck, pussy-whipped stronzo who can’t keep his gaze, his lips, his hands off of this woman?

“Elsa,” I clear my throat, “I…” I shake my head. Am I actually going to do this? Make myself so completely vulnerable to another. I had loved my mother, at least, for the time I had known her. Other than Nonna, she’s the only other person I’ve felt protective about. Michael and Luca’s mother? She had taken care of us, but she’d had her hands full, trying to manage our father, and trying to come to grips with the fact that her husband had not only been unfaithful, but also expected her to take care of his children with his other women. Adrian and I had each other, of course. And the rest of the Sovranos are my family.

But none of them belong to me as completely as this woman. She needs me, and she touches that primal part of me I can’t control around her. As her Dom, as her husband, and hopefully, as the father to her child, she demands of me the kinds of roles I hadn’t thought I had in me to fulfill. Oh, I’ve set scenes with other subs at the club, but none of them were mine. I’ve never experienced the kind of intimacy I felt with her when I made love to her now. And that’s what it was. It wasn’t just fucking. It went beyond the carnal act of sex. There was so much emotion in the act when it was with her… It makes my head spin.

I push a strand of hair behind her ear, then kiss her on her lips again. “Ti amo, Principessa.” When I try to pull away, she doesn’t let me. She clings to me with her arms and her legs as she rains kisses on my mouth, my cheeks, my nose. She arches up, presses kisses over my eyelids.

“I love you, Seb. Please don’t forget that. Whatever happens, promise me, you’ll always remember me.”

I frown. “What do you mean? What could happen, Elsa? You-”

She flexes her inner muscles around my cock, and instantly, it comes to life inside her.

“Cazzo,” I growl as I struggle to complete my train of thought. That’s when she reaches up and kisses me. She thrusts her tongue in between my lips, presses herself even closer against me, if that were possible, and angles her hips as she slides up and down my dick.

“Elsa,” I say through gritted teeth, “you’re fucking killing me.”

She makes a sound deep in her throat, and digs her heels into my back. Using it for leverage, she hauls herself up my dick which is, by now, fully erect inside of her.

“Gesu Cristo, woman, you’re insatiable, you know that?” I pry her arms from around my neck and shove them up and over her head.

A glint of satisfaction in her eyes makes me pause, but then she arches up and buries her teeth in the side of my neck and cazzo, I feel that all the way to the tip of my cock. I shackle her wrists together as I pull out, then piston my hips and thrust into her with such force that she yells. Her entire body jolts, her pupils dilate, and she releases her hold on my neck, only to latch onto my mouth again. I glare into her baby blues, and see desperation… and something else. Fear?

I try to pull back, but she follows me, deepening the kiss as she tilts her hips so I slide even deeper inside her melting cunt. Liquid heat flares in my veins. Something inside of me seems to detonate. My scalp tingles, my balls tighten, and every pore in my body seems to awaken as I thrust forward and into her again and again. I fuck her in earnest, until whatever I had seen in her eyes fades away, replaced by lust. Then, even that disappears, and all that’s left is my face reflected in her eyes, as she begins to flutter around me, as her flesh seems to melt even more, as her core accepts all of me. Her spine bends, a shudder grips her, and she shatters as I empty myself inside her.

When I rouse myself next, I push off of her, then pull out my handkerchief and clean between her legs. She protests half-heartedly, then watches as I clean myself up and pocket the handkerchief. I fix her panties, then her skirt, before I put myself in order. Then I pull her up against me, and reaching for the prosecco, pour out two glasses. We toast each other silently, and sip from the bubbling frothy liquid. I feed her an olive; she feeds me some of the antipasto. We manage to make our way through most of the food while drinking the prosecco, as we watch the sun go down.

As the shadows lengthen across the harbor, I wonder if the darkness in her eyes also grows more intense. But each time I want to ask her about it, I don’t. Why spoil the evening? There’ll be time later. She’s mine. Mine to protect. Mine to cherish. Mine to dominate and please. Mine to keep safe, along with her daughter.

When the sun has dipped completely under the horizon, we stay for a few more seconds watching the pink and purple colors that flood the clouds.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmurs.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I agree as I take in the play of light across her face.

She glances up at me and her cheeks grow pink. “I meant the sunset.” Her lips twitch.

“So did I.” I smirk.

“Liar,” she says lightly.

“Never.” I bend and kiss her again. That’s when my phone begins to vibrate. I see Antonio’s name on the screen before I answer it.

“Yeah?” I snap.

“Sorry, Seb. We need to be getting back home. Once it gets dark, it’ll be more difficult to keep both of you safe. You know the drill,” he adds.

“We’ll be there shortly.” I disconnect and pocket the phone.

“We need to get going?” she guesses.

“In a few minutes.”

“It’s safer if we get back before it gets too dark, right?” She begins to rise, but I hold her back.

“What’s the hurry? I promise, nothing will happen to you as long as you’re with me.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about; it’s-” That’s when I hear a whirring sound behind me. Before I can turn, something slams into my shoulder.