Mafia Obsession

Epilogue

Ellie

One-year later…Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I sit on the swing in the walled garden of the Romano mansion grounds, listening to the birds chirping in the trees. The rush of

water from the nearby stream is calming and makes my chest feel light. It’s almost sunrise-the reason I came out here so early. I pull my thick cardigan tighter to me, as the air is a little fresh this morning.

The morning of my birthday-a day I never celebrate. Even as a kid, my parents didn’t celebrate or give me presents. Once my granddad died when I was five, every birthday after that was shit.

My life has been one hell of a shit show, and I never believed it would get better. Then Leo turned up, and I fell into a dream. It’s been a year to the day since he saved me from Bruce. To say we’ve been through some difficulties is an understatement. Finally, things are falling back into place.

Life is full of danger now that I’m with Leo, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Brutality and abuse have been common aspects in my life since I can remember, but Leo is different. He may be the brutal underboss of the mob, but to me he’s a fierce and protective lover who would never hurt me. A man who would do anything to keep me safe.

Bruce regretted the day he snatched me from Leo, but that is all part of a story for another day. Somehow, he got away from that warehouse alive, but I’m sure he wished he hadn’t.

“My ray of sunshine,” Leo says behind me.

I smile at him, holding a hand out for him to join me on the double swing seat.

He sits next to me, kissing me on the cheek. “What are you doing, Bella?” He slips a hand behind my neck and squeezes possessively, sending an aching need between my thighs. “I woke to find you missing on your birthday, and there were so many things I wanted to do to you.”

I shiver at the notion, loving how my body reacts to his words. Leo still knows how to get me going, every time. “I wanted to enjoy the sunrise this morning,” I say, watching the orange sun rise in the sky, painting it in beautiful light.

“It’s beautiful, but not as beautiful as you,” he says, capturing my lips with his. “Happy birthday, Ciccino.”

When we part, I shrug. “I don’t celebrate my birthday.”

He cups my chin in his hands. “I celebrate it every fucking day. Without it, you wouldn’t be here with me.”

I chuckle at that. Somehow, he always knows the right things to say. He cocks his head to the side, gazing into my eyes. “I’ve got a gift for you, Mio Amore.” He places his hand inside his pocket and pulls out a small black box.

My heart pounds harder and faster in my chest at the sight, even more so when he drops to one knee in front of me.

“Ellie, there’s no doubt in my heart that you’re my soul mate.” He pauses a moment, eyes so sincere it makes my heart ache. “The other half that completes me, and I want to solidify that with you.” He opens the box to reveal a simple but stunning solitaire diamond ring.

I smile at how well he knows me, feeling tears well up deep in my chest. The last thing I’d want is some over the top huge ring-simple is all I want in life. He knows that and he knows me.

“Will you marry me?”

The tears spill down my cheeks, as I can no longer contain them. “Of course,” I say, shaking my head. I can barely say anything else-the words I want to tell him won’t come.

What are the right words to express just how much I adore the man in front of me? He slips the ring onto my finger, and I jump into his arms, kissing him passionately.

It’s always been easier for me to express my feelings physically. He groans against me as I kiss him, making the need for him rise inside of me. He shifts his weight and pins me down to the ground, holding my arms up above my head. The fire in his eyes burns brightly and makes me quiver.

“Remember I’m in control,” he growls above me. I nod my head. “Just the way I like it, sir.”

Leo grabs hold of my waist, making me sit up. He pulls my t-shirt over my head and I shiver. “We can’t do this out here,” I protest, crossing my arms over my chest.

He cocks his head to the side. “Why not? No one comes down here.” I shove him. “How do you know?”

He doesn’t reply, instead he kisses me. I shiver as his fingers tease under my bra cup, pinching my nipple and teasing it into a hard peak. “Live a little, baby,” he groans, grinding his thick cock into my thigh.

I moan, nodding my head in agreement. A thrill runs through me at the thought of getting caught, fucking in the garden. But, Leo is right. The likelihood of someone coming down here this early is slim.

Ever since the accident on the Oklahoma border, I’ve come down here every morning, feeling lucky to be alivelucky all of us are alive, somehow. I’d never paid much attention to the simple things in life such as the nature around us, until then.

He unclips my bra, freeing my breasts. The cold breeze mixing with my arousal makes my nipples even harder. Leo growls, sucking on each of them in turn and making me writhe beneath him. He moves back and glances down at me, adoration in his eyes. He unbuttons my pants next, easing them down my hips.

The soft grass beneath me tickles my skin as I lay there in only a thin, lacy thong. I watch him as he pulls off his t-shirt and then unbuttons his pants, stripping to his boxers. The outline of his thick, hard length straining against the tight fabric and growing that all-consuming need inside of me.

“Keep your hands above you head, Bella,” he says, stressing his accent, because he knows I love it.

I do as he says, fire igniting in my belly as I hold them together. He shifts between my thighs and lifts my hips up, pulling my panties off. I shiver as he stares at me with a hunger so fierce I feel so wanted and needed.

He lowers his mouth to my heat, kissing me there at first. I shut my eyes, moaning as he touches me too lightly. His tongue teases through my folds, parting me. Leo loves drawing out my pleasure, making me wait for it, and wait I do. It makes me feel good, submitting to a man who loves me and makes me feel good in a way I never knew possible.

He slips two fingers inside of me, curling them to hit that spot that makes me cry out. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud ever so softly, making my orgasm build. I can feel the pressure the moment his tongue is on my clit.

I writhe under him, keeping my hands locked above my head.

He digs his fingers into my hips, making sure he marks me with them. The pain and pleasure mingling into one perfect mix of pure ecstasy. The pressure inside of me increases as he sucks my clit into his mouth, fingering me in a way he knows drives me insane.

I dig my fingers into the palms of my hands, resisting the urge to claw at my fiance.

My fiance.

It’s hard to believe Leo Romano wants to marry me. A worthless thief. Leo nips at my clit with his teeth and I come apart, the pressure breaking open and flooding my pussy. He drinks up every drop, hungrily. The trembling pleasure coursing through me makes me moan. I’m flying so high as he continues to lick me, moving higher toward my tummy.

I wait for instruction, keeping my fingers laced together above my head.

“Good girl,” he groans, trailing a pattern of kisses up my chest. He pauses over my lips, before capturing them and letting me taste myself. There’s a hunger so deep inside of me to be connected to this man.

He bites my lip in warning, as I let my hands slide around the back of his neck. “Did I tell you to move your hands?” he asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

I shake my head. “No, sir.”

His lips quirk as I fall into my role, raising my hands back over my head. “My perfect submissive,” he groans, kissing me. His tongue slips into my mouth, making me moan, as he sucks on my tongue. Leo sends a powerful thrill racing to my core.

He pulls back from me and hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his hips. My mouth dries as he frees himself from them, his hard length slapping against his chiseled abs, beading with precum and ready to take me.

I lick my lips, struggling to keep my arms over my head. The temptation to grab hold of him is strong, but not as strong as the need to submit and please him. His lips quirk as he rubs the swollen head of his cock in my slick folds, holding eye contact. He enjoys teasing me and making me desperate for him.

I whimper as he bumps the head over my sensitive clit, sending a thrill of pleasure right through me. “Please, Leo,” I moan, digging my nails into my own wrist.

He kisses me, silencing my pleas. It is at the same moment that he fills me with one swift stroke, burying himself deep inside of me. I feel so utterly stuffed, considering the butt plug he placed inside of me last night is still firmly wedged in my ass.

The pleasure is beyond words, unable to describe as we join together as one. It’s something beyond just pleasure when we have sex, something deep and primal about our entire relationship.

There’s no doubt in my mind that this man is my soul mate. He is the other half of my whole. Leo thrust into me harder and faster, moving above me with a fiery hunger burning in his dazzling, blue eyes. His fingers dig into my hips tightly, bruising me. I groan at the thrilling pain which only strengthens the hot and fiery pressure inside of me, making me crave release, again.

Leo grunts as his hard length sinks as deep as possible. He the pulls almost all the way out, only to thrust back in even harder and faster. His fingers wrap tightly around my throat as he pounds into me, increasing the hot, fiery passion burning between us. I’m on fire. Burning beneath my fiance in a way I’ve never felt before.

He bites my bottom lip hard, not enough to draw blood though. I moan, writhing beneath him as he keeps his hand at my throat. “Come for me, Ciccino,” he says, thrusting into me so hard I come apart.

I tumble over the edge of bliss, free falling as he keeps fucking me through it. The chirp of the birds, the rush of the stream, the gush of wind all fades to nothing as blood pumps through my ears. I cry out, screaming his name over and over.

He grunts, but keeps going, fucking me right through it. “On your hands and knees,” he instructs in a deep purr.

I do as he says, keeping my ass high in the air. My thighs spread and ready for him. Leo taps the butt plug lodged up my ass. He instructed me to keep it in last night, and I haven’t touched it. “Good girl,” he groans.

I whimper as he pulls out, leaving me feeling so empty. He spits on my gaping hole and then smothers my dripping wet arousal inside of me.

I shiver in anticipation, knowing he intends to fuck me there. It’s so dirty, but I love it. Something I always wanted to try, but never had the courage. I know it will feel even more thrilling out here in the open.

He teases the thick, swollen head against the lax muscles. I groan as he presses into me, sinking inch after inch deep into my back passage. There’s a deep sensation building within me the moment he enters my ass. It’s a different sensation. It’s an aching need to be claimed by the man behind me in every way.

His strong, rough hand comes down on my ass cheeks in three hard slaps either side. My eyes roll back in my head as I give in to him, letting him own my body in the way I always crave.

His thick length pulses deep inside of me, lighting up every pleasure center in my body. My pussy is dripping wet and my clit is aching. I let my finger tease between my thighs and touch it, which earns me a few swift, stinging slaps to my ass. “I’m in control of your body, Bella,” he growls.

I snap my hands back to the ground, submitting to his will. I feel his fingers teasing me there instead. He knows the right way to touch me, always giving only enough to make me crazy. Only when he is ready does he allow me the release I so desperately crave.

I moan and dig my fingers into the grass, bucking my hips backward to meet his thrust. He sinks in deep and rough, taking me even harder and faster now. Leo is getting close as he groans behind me, cock twitching deep within me. “Come for me, Ellie,” he commands, slapping my ass twice more to send me over the edge.

I shudder as my orgasm blinds me. The pleasure turns everything in my vision white with ecstasy. My muscles clamp so tight around him, it’s as if they never want to let him go.

He grunts like an animal, shooting his seed deep within my ass. The liquid warm and thick inside of me.

As we come down from ecstasy, our breathing is labored. Leo pulls out of me and rolls onto his back, grabbing my hand and forcing me to lie on his chest. We’re both stark naked out in nature, holding each other. It’s a satisfying and freeing sensation. Leo lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses each one. “My perfect, beautiful, little thief,” he mutters, eyes clouded and dreamy.

I smile up at him. “Are you always going to call me a thief?” I haven’t even attempted to steal anything since I met Leo, but he still always calls me it.

“Yes, because it is true.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “I haven’t stolen anything since Mode.” He shakes his head. “That’s not true, you stole my heart.”

I can’t help but laugh at the cheesy line, punching him in the shoulder. The safeness of his arms assures me that everything will be okay from now on. I am his, and he is mine. Together, it feels like we can take on anything life throws at us.

THE END