Married to the Mafia Boss

Katya

Tempting Alex had become a very bad habit.

From the first day when he’d given my body that slow sensual appraisal, a part of me had wanted him.

He’d pushed my buttons many times, reclaiming every prize I’d managed to secure, and then scrambling my head with his voice, scent, and sea-blue eyes.

After he’d riled me up in my bedroom and had left just like that, every time I’d ruffled his icy exterior had been a victory, vengeance.

Now, none of those things mattered. The voice reminding me that I’d intended to keep this marriage strictly for convenience was drowning in the sounds of my moans and Alex grunts as our mouths locked on each other.

At the restaurant, I’d thought immediately how good Alex was with his mouth, with his tongue. His hands wandering.

Nothing flowed in my head but the feeling of his teeth scraping my upper lip while his hands worked my ass through my pants.

My hands were splayed on his chest, the shirt he’d been wearing was unbuttoned completely. Hot and hard, I pressed into it, running my hands up and down, scratching down slowly with my nails.

He’d said he hadn’t wanted to waste time, but he hadn’t even started taking off my shirt.

The blazer was already off, but when I reached to start undoing my shirt, Alex stopped me, taking my hands, and pulling them behind my back.

“What? What are you doing?” For a second, my mind flashed back to our wedding night, the tie, me on across his lap, biting my lips to keep me from moaning.

“You’ve had your chance, Kitten. I’ll be the one in control tonight. Just me.”

Then he was on his feet, my hands still behind my back, pushing me until my back hit the wall.

I smirked up at him. “Do you have a fetish for walls?”

He chuckled darkly as he lowered his head. “I have many fetishes, Kitten.” Then he grabbed my ass, hard, lifting me up slightly. “I plan to teach you every single one of them.”

Then he lowered his head, trailing kisses down my jaw while my hands went to his back, trying to lift his shirt so I could feel his warm skin.

I wanted these clothes gone-

His teeth sank into my neck, and I let out a strangled sound. My hands were on his back, underneath his shirt, and my nail dug into his back as he sucked and licked away at my neck where he’d bitten.

He and the wall were keeping me from the ground. He pressed me so hard into it, as though my legs were nothing.

I was breathless. “The bed. Ales, the bed.”

The clothes. The clothes needed to go.

He was going so damned slow I was going insane.

Ales’ body vibrated with his chuckle. He ran his tongue one more time along my neck.

“Slowly, Kitten, we have all night.” He nuzzled my neck slowly, his breath grazing my sensitive skin and making me shiver. “Besides, you were the one that wanted to make me reconsider.” Breathless, I stared at him, at his eyes glazed over with darkness and lust. Those eyes that never failed to do things to my insides had hands of their own, reaching inside me to caress everything, everywhere.

I wanted him so much.

He did too, but I couldn’t trust him not to torment me with this. I couldn’t trust him not to draw it out until I ran mad. My mind was already gone, no thoughts, nothing.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The only thing that registered was Alex and how much I wanted him to fuck me.

I wanted him now.

Slowly, I tried again, and he allowed me to pull his shirt off. When it came off, he started with my buttons finally.

Leaned forward to trail kisses and bites under my throat, down every expanse of skin he revealed.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders; my hand buried in his rich, soft hair.

I pulled him back up, so he could kiss me. As we made out, we started to move, barreling our way to the bedroom our mouths locked on each other. We bumped into things, and I couldn’t think well enough to even open my eyes and see where we were going.

When he pulled down again to kiss my chest, I could barely make out the bed. Because before I could open my eyes, he pulled down my bra and ran a hot tongue over one nipple.

The room became blurry as he licked and bit, massaging the other with his hand until he switched.

I wasn’t sure who was muttering or what they were saying, but my hands were on his pants, tugging and pulling at his belt.

Alex growled when I wrapped one leg around his hip. He jerked his hard-on against me and the leg on the ground dissolved.

His strong arm had to hold me up, allowing me to wrap him with both my legs.

He kissed his way back up, to my lips, and turned us around, heading towards the bed.

He tossed me on the bed, dug one hand into his pocket and then started to take off his pants, breathless with his black hair mused and dark eyes on me.

My hands fought with my pants too.

Somewhere in my muddled mind, I made a mental note to tease him about having a condom ready for the dinner with me.

Not now though, too many sensations, too many feelings, not enough space in my head to think or in my throat to talk.

One minute we were like that, the next, he was on me, pulling the pants all the way down, past my strappy heels.

He reached down for me, clinging to my body with his hot, hard, body, claiming my mouth passionately. His hands were everywhere. In my hair, on my breasts, between my legs, and every sound I made, his mouth swallowed it.

I was a schoolgirl again, hot-blooded and impatient. I wanted to feel every solid inch of his skin on mine, rocked against him impatiently and the length of his erection.

“So fucking wet…”

One hand held on to my waist, and I felt his cock rub against my core.

Very slowly.

Up and down, taking his time. I wanted to rock wildly against him, but the hand on my waist me still, taking the relentless assault.

Then he slid into me, and I gasped.

We gasped at the same time. Watching ourselves, eyes locked on each other as he started to move. Very deep and slow.

He pressed against me with every thrust, bringing a hand up to caress my breast roughly. My arms were around his neck, one hand in his hair and the other on his back, digging my nails into him as his speed increased.

Soon he was going hard and fast, and I was rocking with him.

Together we rocked, the tension building inside.

Alex leaned forward and assaulted my neck, roughly palming my tit and pushing me closer and closer to my climax.

“Ales…” I moaned his name. On and on until I came, with his name rolling off my tongue.

He kept thrusting hard as I rode my climax, and I felt his body tense, and then he shuddered, resting on me while he came, hands caressing my body, with small kisses.

“You didn’t even take off my shirt,” I said, still breathless.

Alex chuckled, and I savored the rumbling on it against my skin. “I was too busy,” as he spoke, his hands slid up my body, from my waist, going higher and higher with each breath I drew. “I promise I will try to take it off before we continue.”

“Try to?”

He rose on one hand, continue?

I was about to say something when I heard my phone ringing.

It was barely audible from the dining room where I’d left it, but I caught it.

Groaning at having what would have been a very long night interfered with, I had to get the phone.

Alex laughed as I made my way out of the bedroom.

“What?! This better be importa-”

It was my father. The Trievs had attacked him.