Arranged Mafia Marriage

Christian

Her breathing grows ragged, and color smears her cheeks. Her pupils dilate, and I know then that she’s thinking of the kind of pleasure that I could bring to her. How I could play her body, wring out every last drop of desire from her; how I would arouse her, make her aware of her own needs, then satisfy her.

She licks her lips, and my gaze drops to her mouth. A moan wheezes from her lips, and my cock thickens. “When you come to me, and you will come to me, I promise, I will be waiting for you. Everything you desire is right there in front of your eyes. All you have to do is reach out and take it.”

I release her, and she stays in the same position for a second longer. Then, suddenly realizing that she is free, she grabs my plate and straightens. She pivots on her heel and heads to the sink, and I follow her.

“Leave it,” I command, and she squeaks.

“God, you have to stop scaring me like this.”

“Your mind is involved somewhere else. I understand that.”

“You understand nothing.” She moves to the side. I approach the sink, run the water, and begin to rinse off the plates.

“What don’t I understand, Flower?” I murmur, “Enlighten me.”

“Everything.” She grabs a dishcloth and wrings it between her fingers. “It’s not that easy for me to give up control.”

“Have you ever tried it before?” I ask as I pour out the dishwashing liquid. Thankfully, this place really is fully equipped with everything needed for a short stay. It’s something I’ll need to thank Nonna for.

She ensures everything is in working condition, not just during this getaway, but even during family gatherings which she had been at the forefront of organizing before Karma came along. She’s always tried to keep the family together, even if it meant that, at times, she was heavy-handed about it. I suppose with a man as ruthless as the previous Don for her son, a daughter-in-law unable to stand up for herself, and with seven troublesome grandsons, it was the only way to get everyone to fall in line.

“Tried what?” Aurora accepts the plate from me and begins to wipe it.

“Giving up your sense of order and need to always have to steer everything your way.”

“No,” she admits with some reluctance, “I couldn’t have gotten to where I am if I had done that.”

“But you’d have had more fun if you had.”

“Is that what this is all about, fun?” She places the dried plate down and reaches to take the next one from me.

“Life is about living in the moment. And that means enjoying yourself when the opportunity presents itself.”

“Is that your personal motto?” she scoffs.

“It’s my experience.” I wash the fork, hand it to her, but when she takes it from me, I don’t release it. “Life’s short, Flower. It’s all well and good to plan for the long-term, but what if you don’t get to see it? What if something unexpected happens, and you aren’t able to see the dawn tomorrow? Wouldn’t you have regrets about everything that you didn’t experience?”

She holds my gaze, her own troubled. “I’m a doctor, Christian. No one sees death more closely than me. But that’s not an excuse to relinquish rules and live a life of excesses.”

“But you could do so for a short period of time, knowing the time was going to end, couldn’t you?”

“What are you getting at?” She tugs at the cutlery, and I hand it to her. She wipes it with the dishcloth, surveys it, then carefully rubs the tines again. Her every movement is restrained. She doesn’t stop until she is satisfied with it. She places the fork down, then turns to find me staring at her. “What?” She frowns.

“We are stuck here until the storm lets up. No one can come here; we can’t leave. We may as well as use the time wisely.”

“It’s a good excuse for you, isn’t it?” She throws up her hands. “Just because we have nothing else to do, let’s have sex.”

I hand the knife I’ve just washed, handle first, to her. “It’s as good a reason as any-” She accepts the knife, opens her mouth to protest, and I raise my hand. “And it’s not just any sex. I’m talking about sweaty, down and dirty, filthy, kinky sex. The kind that will leave an imprint in between your legs sex. The kind that will ensure that you can’t walk straight for days sex.”

She draws in a breath. Her hand trembles, and the knife slips from her fingers. I swoop down and catch it by the handle again, then straighten and place it on the counter. “So, what do you say, Flower? Do we have a deal?”

“No.” She flings down the towel, then marches past me.

I laugh. “I’ll wear you down yet, Flower. You know that, right?”

“Keep trying.” She raises her middle finger above her shoulder as she heads out of the kitchen.

I chuckle as I wash and dry the rest of the dishes, then put them away. After wiping down the counter, I head out of the kitchen to find her curled up with a book in front of the fire.

“What are you reading?” I murmur as I sink down on the settee next to her.

“None of your business,” she retorts, then blows out a breath. “I found it on the bookshelf.” She nods toward the array of books on the opposite corner of the living room.

She holds out the book, and I read the title on the cover.

“Murder for Christmas by Agatha Christie.” I whistle. “That’s a rather bloody book for Christmas, don’t you think?”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Somehow, murder and Christmas seem to go together.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Must be the fact that you are shut in an overly warm house with family you don’t normally see during the rest of the year. The setting is ripe for old resentments to boil to the surface. Sounds to me like the perfect recipe for committing murder.”

“Didn’t see you as such a bloodthirsty person, Flower.” I survey her features.

“Reading is one of the ways I relax, and I find there’s nothing like a good murder-mystery to act as a stress buster.”

“I can think of other ways of relieving stress.” I waggle my eyebrows.

She frowns. “Can’t you go for five minutes without thinking with your dick.”

“Can’t you go for five minutes without talking about my dick?”

She makes a sound at the back of her throat that goes straight to my groin. My cock twitches, and damn, if I don’t want to throw her down, part her legs, and show her just how quickly I can relieve her stress.

She must have an inkling of what I’m thinking, for her cheeks redden. She throws the book in my direction, and I snatch it out of the air. She jumps to her feet and begins to pace. “This is useless. How long are we going to be stuck here? Isn’t there any way of reaching the rest of them and asking them to speed up the rescue?”

I glance to the windows outside and notice the snow climbs halfway up the panes. “Doesn’t seem like anyone is going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Bet you are happy about that.” She drags her fingers through her hair. “I still think you planned all of this.”

“I know I’m a powerful Mafia guy, but controlling the weather is beyond even my capabilities.”

“Thank god!” She throws up her hands. “At least, you admit that there is something that you can’t do.”

“Now, if we were talking about what I can do with my fingers,” I hold them up, “or my tongue,” I stick my tongue out and wiggle it suggestively, “that would be a different story.”

She squeezes her thighs together. It’s a subtle gesture, but I’m watching her so carefully that I catch it.

I draw in a breath, and I swear, I can detect her arousal. I toss the book onto the seat next to me and rise to my feet.

She pauses and watches me warily as I prowl over to her.

“Why don’t you try to relax a little?” I drawl, “Look on this as a paid holiday.”

“Not sure I can do that with the specter of our upcoming nuptials,” she retorts.

“Forget about that. Forget about the fact that you’re a doctor, that I’m a Mafia guy you love to hate. Forget about everything except that we are here, unable to go anywhere, and that we’re attracted to each other.”

She swallows, then holds up her hand. “No more corny dialogue from you now, please.”

“How about I show you, instead?”

“What?” She scowls. “Please don’t ask me to stop thinking and start feeling or something stupid like that.”

I laugh. “Trust me, I’m as good with my words as I am with other parts of my anatomy.”

She folds her arms around her waist. “This isn’t going to work.”

“At least, give it a chance.” I bend my knees and peer into her eyes. “Can you do that for me?”