Arranged Mafia Marriage

Karma

I draw in a breath and before I can protest, he breaches me. A groan wells up and my knees tremble. Shit, shit, shit… This…feels…different. He feels so big, so hard, so thick as he stretches me. He pauses to allow me to accommodate his girth, and as he leans over me, he grips the back of my neck and a shiver runs down my spine. To be at his mercy like this, as he impales me and holds me captive, as he massages the curve of my arse, as his cock twitches inside of me, as he pushes forward, sinks deeper into me, as his thickness distends my backchannel so I can feel every millimeter of his throbbing cock… OMG… It’s filthy and erotic and forbidden and… So bloody good.

I taste something metallic on my palate and realize that I have bitten down on my tongue. I swallow down the coppery taste, turn to glance over my shoulder and freeze.

He’s gazing down, watching the place where he’s entered me, watching as he thrusts forward, this time, with enough force that my body jerks. He slips inside and sheaths himself completely. He grits his teeth, and I can’t stop the gasp that slips from my lips. He glances up and his blue gaze locks with mine. His jaw flexes, a look of controlled restraint on his features as his chest heaves. He holds my gaze as he pulls out, slowly, so slowly, leaving me strangely empty and craving more. He slides his hand around to play with my pussy lips gently, so gently, then lunges forward and impales me. His balls slaps against my inner thighs. A whine bleeds from my lips, he bares his teeth. He touches my clit, just a brush of his fingertips, and a trembling grips me. He rubs his fingers through my pussy lips and I moan.

“Please,” I huff, “more; I want more.”

He slides one finger inside my soaking pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Sooo good,” I moan as he pulls out his finger, then pushes it back in, and again. I clamp down on his finger, clenching around his cock, and a growl rips from him.

“You’re killing me, Bellezza. I can barely hold back as it is.”

He withdraws his dick, only to push forward inside me again, at the same time he works his finger in and out of my soaking cunt.

“Please,” I mutter, “please, Mika, add another finger.”

“You sure?” I sense the hesitation in his tone, and reach down between my legs. I slide my finger inside my pussy next to his and he hisses. “Fuck me,” he says in a hard voice, “that’s hot, Beauty.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I pull back my finger then hold it out to him. He leans over and wraps his mouth around it. He sucks on it and my pussy clenches. His cock throbs inside of me and I groan. “Mika, please…” but before I can complete the sentence, he’s added a second finger inside my cunt. He moves it in and out of me as he thrusts his dick inside me again and again. Then he pulls out, and at the same time he withdraws his fingers from my pussy.

“Wha-” I protest as he flips me over on my back. He slides his arms under my knees, throws my legs over his shoulders, then holds my gaze as he notches his cock against my puckered hole. He slides in easily, filling me, stretching me again, and I sigh and he groans.

“Cazzo!” He swears aloud. Seriously, why does ‘fuck’ in Italian sound so damn erotic? He reaches between us, strums my pussy lips as he thrusts in and out of me again and again. He hits a spot deep inside me and a whine bleeds from my lips. He pushes into me, hitting that spot again as he grinds the heel of his hand into my clit, and that’s when it hits me.

“Mika I’m-”

“Come,” he growls, “come for me, Beauty.”

The climax rips through me, smashes into me and I scream. I swear I see sparks behind my eyes as I collapse. I am aware of him continuing to plunge in and out of me, before he growls as he comes inside of me. Hot spurts of his cum bathe me. He drags his fingers across my clit, then holds them up to my lips. I lick them and the taste of myself, mingled with him, sinks into my blood. Lust twangs my underbelly and I stare up at him.

He lowers his head and licks my lips. “So gorgeous,” he rumbles, “so damn sweet.”

He pulls out and I wince.

“Does it hurt?” he murmurs and I nod.

He scowls and I smirk, “In a good way.”

“Brat.” He falls onto his back and gathers me onto his chest. I cuddle into him as he runs his palm across my back. “Sleep,” he kisses my temple, “I’ve got you.”

I wake up sprawled on my front. The sheets tangled around my legs. Through the undrawn curtains, the evening light pours in to bathe the bed. A touch on my lower back makes me shiver. I glance over my shoulder to find him staring at my back. He touches the letters that he carved into me, and another shiver runs down my back. I squeeze my thighs together as he bends and traces the letters with his tongue. He bites down the curve of where my back meets my arse and I moan. “Michael?”

“Hmm?”

“What are you thinking?”

“Did it hurt when I wrote this into your skin?”

I lower my cheek to the pillow. “A little…but it was also, strangely, erotic.”

He pauses and I sense him staring at what he can see of my face. “Erotic?”

I swallow, “Yeah… I knew you were angry and that you needed to mark me in some form.”

“You knew that, huh?”

I nod, “Well, knowing how possessive you are, and I had left with your brother.”

He stiffens and I try to turn on my back but he stops me, “Go on… Complete what you were going to say.”

“It’s not like it wasn’t a shock when I realized what you had done, but at the time, when you were marking me… It made me feel close to you. It was one way for you to show me that I couldn’t do that again.”

“And now?” His voice lowers to a hush, “Now, how do you feel about it?”

“Knowing that I am your whore, you mean?”

“My whore,” his voice thickens, “my slut, my wife…mine to do with as I want.”

I turn over and this time he lets me. He bends and kisses my belly, swirls his tongue in my belly button and my goosebumps pop. “I am sorry you lost the baby,” he continues to kiss his way down to my pussy. “I am sorry you got hurt,” he presses a kiss to my still swollen clit. “I am sorry you were in that car.” He crawls up my body until his lips are over mine, until his nose bumps mine and his eyelashes tangle with mine. “But I am not sorry for kidnapping you.”

I swallow.

“Or forcing you to marry me.”

I bite the inside of my cheek.

“Or tagging you, or marking you with my knife.”

He brushes his lips over mine.

I reach down between us, wrap my fingers around his cock. He hisses out a breath, but doesn’t break my gaze. I notch his dick against my pussy and his gaze intensifies. “You’re sure?”

I nod.

“I won’t hurt you, will I?”

“I want you to hurt me, Mika. I want you to show me how it is to be yours wholly, completely, and-”

He thrusts his hips forward and impales me. I gasp, grip his biceps as he stays there, holding most of his weight off of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, tilt my hips up, and he slips in further. I moan, and he grits his teeth.

“Cazzo!” He growls, “So wet, so tight, Beauty.” He grinds his hips against mine, breaching me further, deeper, hitting that spot deep inside of me again. A whine spills from my lips as I grind my heels into his arse. I dig my fingernails into his back, wanting to mark him as he did me. He wraps his fingers around my throat, pressing down slightly. I draw in a breath, and my lungs burn. I open my mouth and he kisses me. He plunges his tongue in between my lips, mirroring the way his cock saws in and out of me. He increases the pressure on my throat, cutting off my airflow, then raises his head to peer into my eyes. I gasp, tears squeezing out from the corners of my eyes as he pulls back, then slams into me. My entire body jerks as he begins to fuck me in earnest. I can feel every ridge, every striation of his dick as he shoves into me. At the same time, he releases his hold on my throat. “Come,” he growls, “come all over my shaft.”

The climax slams into me as I draw in a breath, then darkness overwhelms me.

When I wake, I am alone.