Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Alex’s POV.

As I rushed through the corridors of the dimly lit hideout, I could feel the tension building up within me. The arms deal was a critical operation for my mafia gang, and my presence was crucial. Every step I took was laden with urgency, my mind focused solely on the task at hand. My heart, however, was a different matter entirely.

In the midst of all the chaos, my thoughts kept drifting to the private jet that my father had arranged for Sarah and me, whisking us away to Rome for our honeymoon. It was a plan I had begrudgingly accepted, initially uninterested in any romantic pursuits. But surprisingly, Sarah had managed to kindle a spark within me, and now, I found myself genuinely looking forward to this journey with her. She was a breath of fresh air, a presence that left me yearning for more.

Finally returning home after concluding the deal, I was greeted by the sight of Sarah, already prepared and packed for our trip. My heart warmed at the thoughtfulness she displayed by packing my bags as well, a gesture that spoke volumes of her care and consideration for me.

But despite my feelings for her, I couldn’t shake off the turmoil from her confession the previous night. Her love for me was genuine, while my own intentions were clouded by a sense of obligation and reluctance. I didn’t want to take advantage of her affection, especially when our marriage was born out of coercion rather than a genuine connection.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Deep down, I knew that I had only agreed to this marriage under duress, purely to appease my father’s wishes and uphold the family’s reputation. I had never intended for it to be a serious commitment, and my ultimate goal was to find a way to annul this union. I resented the idea of anyone binding me to a lifetime of responsibilities and expectations against my will.

I didn’t want Sarah to misinterpret the situation and end up hurt once our marriage inevitably came to an end. However, deep down, I desired her. Hell, I craved her so bad.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice when we arrived at the airport. Tenderly, I took her hand and led her towards the waiting private jet. Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she gasped, instinctively covering her mouth with her free hand.

“Wow, this is incredible! I’ve never been on a private jet before, and it’s absolutely beautiful,” she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over as she jumped with joy.

I could only grin at her childlike enthusiasm. She darted inside and quickly claimed the window seat. I followed behind, purposely making my way towards her and taking a seat beside her.

“Are you excited for your first time flying in a private jet?” I asked, raising an eyebrow to convey curiosity.

She giggled before responding, her eyes brimming with adoration and happiness. “Both. I’m excited about experiencing a private jet for the first time and… going on a honeymoon with you.”

Her words filled me with warmth as her gaze remained fixed on me, radiating pure joy.

I gently grasped her elbow, drawing her nearer to me. “Do you know what married couples typically do on their honeymoon?” I asked, noticing the flicker of anticipation in her eyes as she nibbled on her lower lip.

Raising my index finger, I delicately pulled her lip from between her teeth. “Allow me,” I murmured, my voice filled with desire. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against hers, initiating a passionate kiss. With a gentle bite, I grazed her soft lower lip, savoring its tenderness. My tongue danced and caressed, exploring the contours of her mouth, infusing our connection with an intoxicating fervor.

My longing intensified, and I couldn’t resist the urge any longer. I became consumed with desire, pulling her onto my lap and pressing her firmly against my chest. Our mouths met once again in a fervent, passionate kiss. Her taste was divine, sweet like nectar. My tongue ventured deeper into her mouth, adding to the intensity of our union.

She melted into the kiss, responding with equal ardor, mirroring my actions. Between kisses, I couldn’t help but smile, captivated by her innocence and genuine enthusiasm.

Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted our intimate moment. It served as a subtle reminder, and I reluctantly pulled away from her embrace. I glanced over and noticed an air hostess standing nearby, her gaze awkwardly averted, as if deliberately avoiding us. My irritation surfaced, and I scowled at her, displeased by her untimely intrusion into our blissful moment as newlyweds.

“Please, sir and ma’am, fasten your seatbelts as we are about to take off,” the air hostess requested, her smile appearing slightly peculiar.

I gently lifted Sarah onto my lap before settling her back into her seat. Assisting her, I helped fasten her seatbelt, finding solace in the fact that I was the one caring for her. As the plane soared into the air, tilting slightly upward, Sarah clutched my hand tightly, her eyes closed shut. The gesture warmed my heart, knowing she relied on me in that moment.

Once the aircraft stabilized in the sky, we unfastened our seatbelts.

Turning to face Sarah, I gazed into her eyes and asked, “Have you ever been kissed before our wedding?”

A look of horror flickered across her eyes, fear etched upon her face.

“Y.. yes! I never had a boyfriend,” she stammered, her voice trembling.

“No, my love, you don’t have to be shy. I was simply curious,” I reassured her, fully directing my attention towards her.

Bowing her lashes, she looked down at her hands in her lap, nodding in response. She was embarrassed. Shit! I cursed myself for spoiling the moment.

Raising my left hand, I tenderly cupped her cheek, gently caressing her soft skin with the pad of my thumb.

“Look at me,” I whispered softly, and her eyes immediately locked onto mine.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. In fact, I’m glad that you’re mine to kiss, only mine.”

Tenderly, I pressed my lips against hers, a gentle and lingering kiss that elicited a soft moan from her as she closed her eyes. Satisfaction washed over me, knowing I had this effect on her.

Pulling away, I gazed into her eyes. “Sarah, I want to confess something. I’ve never been one to believe in commitment or relationships. Yet, here we are, married and entangled in a connection I never took seriously before.”

I revealed my inner thoughts, and she observed me with eyes filled with curiosity.

“But I’m genuinely willing to give this…” I gestured between us, “… a chance. Are you willing to trust me enough to give yourself to me?”

She nibbled on her lip, torn between trusting me and perceiving me as someone afraid of commitment. Her struggle was evident in her expression, as if she couldn’t quite decide which path to choose.

“I… I thought that being married meant we were already committed,” she mumbled, her voice hesitant and uncertain.

I frowned, wishing she would voice her true feelings instead of leaving her thoughts unfinished. “Complete it, Sarah,” I commanded, my voice taking on a dominant tone.

“Um… I mean, aren’t we already committed since we’re married to each other?” she asked, her words trailing off with hesitation.

I couldn’t help but suppress a smile, marveling at her innocence. How could someone in this world be both adorable and alluring at the same time? Leaning in, I moved tantalizingly close to her lips, stopping just an inch away.

“Yes, my love. We are indeed married. So, are you willing to give me a chance?” I whispered, my lips gently brushing against hers as I spoke.

She parted her lips, gasping softly, and closed her eyes. With a whisper so soft I could barely hear it, she replied, “Yes.”

Her response was the green light I had been waiting for, and without hesitation, I captured her lips once again, kissing her with an intensity that left no doubt about my intentions.