Arranged Mafia Marriage

Christian

“You weren’t answering your phone,” I growl.

Theresa and Cassandra rise to their feet. They glance from Flower to me, then head toward the door.

“Wait, Cass,” Aurora calls out, “we can’t meet without a chaperone.”

“I don’t need a fucking chaperone.”

“Nonna’s rules”-she sets her jaw-“and we are under her roof.”

Something I intend to rectify as soon as possible. I scowl at Cassandra, who stares back at me. Theresa wisely walks out of the room.

“I’ll, uh, be standing right outside,” Cassandra finally ventures, “and I’ll keep the door slightly ajar.”

“But, Cass-” Before Aurora can complete the statement, Cassandra walks out of the room, making sure to pull the door closed behind her, but she doesn’t shut it completely.

I turn to face Aurora, who draws herself up to her full height; which still means she barely comes up to the level of my chest. I stalk toward her, and she stills. Watches me with a wary expression as I come to a halt in front of her.

“On your knees,” I growl.

“What?” Her jaw drops. “The hell are you talking about?”

“Get. On. Your. Knees. Flower.”

“And if I say no?”

“Are you saying no?” I smirk. Color flushes her cheek.

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“I can be quiet”-I bare my teeth-“and your throat will be so stuffed that you won’t be able to breathe properly, let alone speak, so I suggest you do as I say.

“Nonna will be here to check on me,” she protests.

“I suggest you make it quick, Flower.”

She opens her mouth, and I shake my head. I press my hand on her shoulder and apply pressure, and she folds gracefully to drop to her knees. I sink my fingers into the mass of her gorgeous hair, then slide my zipper down the front of my pants. I push down my pants, and my cock springs free-yeah, no underwear, I came prepared to put her in her place. I fist the base of my dick and swipe from root to crown. A drop of precum beads the slit. Instantly, she rises up on her knees. She extends her neck and licks off the moisture from the head of my cock.

A groan rumbles up my chest and I swallow it down. I must have made a noise, for her gaze darts up to my face. She must realize exactly the effect she has on me, for her eyes gleam. She pushes aside my hand and grips the base of my cock. She squeezes down, and I hiss. Her lip curves right before she leans forward and closes her mouth around the already swollen head.

Jesu Cristo! She hoovers down my dick like she was made to swallow my shaft. She licks her tongue around the head, tips her head forward, so my length slides down the column of her throat.

“F-u-c-k,” I growl in a low tone as I tighten my hold on her hair. I tug, and she jerks her chin up, never taking her gaze off of mine. Without breaking the connection, she pulls back until my shaft is balanced on the rim of her mouth, then slides forward, so my cock glides down her throat again. She hums, and the vibrations sear through the sensitive skin of my dick and sink into my blood. She begins to suck on me, pulling back and moving forward. And again. My balls swell, and blood drains to my groin. The next time she takes me down her throat, I tighten my grip and hold her there.

“I don’t allow anyone to give me blow jobs. I take them, Flower.” I yank her head back, so she releases the hold on my cock, then glide her forward again and again. Tears squeeze out from the corners of her eyes; her mascara begins to run. Her gaze turns fierce, and she releases her hold on my dick only to cup my balls.

“Fucking fuck,” I swear in a low voice as I pick up speed. I fuck her mouth and feel my length enclosed in the column of her throat as she swallows. She brings her other hand up and cups both of her palms around my balls, and squeezes. Goose bumps pop on my skin. My vision tunnels.

I am not a religious person, I don’t believe in God, but right now, with her mouth wrapped around my cock, her small palms clutching my balls, as she runs her finger up the crease between my ass cheeks to toy with my back hole-I swear I have my first out-of-body experience. The blood thuds at my temples, and my heartbeat ratchets up. I feel my pulse flare to life at my wrists, on my eyelids, in my fucking balls, which thicken and draw up.

I tighten my hold on her head as the pressure at the base of my spine explodes out, and I come, shooting my load down her throat. “Take it all,” I say in a fierce tone, “every single drop, Flower. You get me?”

She swallows as I continue to pump into her mouth. She sucks down my cum like it’s the finest wine. A drop dribbles from the corner of her lips, and I scoop it up. I pull out, then rub my cum-drenched finger across her lips. Pupils blown, she gazes up at me from under heavy-lidded eyes. I haul her up to her feet and crash my mouth to hers.

The taste of my cum, the sweetness of her lips-all of it swirls together creating a potent mixture that explodes on my palate. I tilt my head and deepen the kiss. A moan bleeds from her mouth, and I gulp it down. Her breasts push into my chest, the softness of her curves press against my thighs, and she writhes as she tries to get closer as my dick lengthens, once again, wanting to be inside of her. All of it crashes over me. A hot sensation stabs at my chest. My heart stutters as blood thrums at my temples. I soften the kiss, pulling back until my lips are poised on hers. I brush my mouth on hers once, twice, as I gaze into her bright amber eyes. Her eyelids flutter down, and her entire body seems to melt into mine. I tighten my arm around her, holding her, cradling her, treasuring her… Che cazzo! What is she doing to me?

I step back so suddenly that she stumbles, then pushes her hand into my shoulder to right herself. I reach down, tuck myself in, then unable to stop myself, tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Her gaze widens, and in the depths of her golden eyes, I see hope flare, and something else. An emotion I dare not name.

“Christian, I-”

“Christian, Aurora,” Nonna’s voice sounds from the doorway.

“Oh, hell,” she whispers, “it’s your grandmother.” She begins to pull away, but I grab her wrist and stop her. Then I wrap an arm around her waist and turn to face the woman who’s decided to come between me and my plaything.