The Mafia Contract Series

We wake the next morning and as I openly stare at the sleeping woman beside me I have never been so happy. Her limbs are tangled with mine and her soft breathing causes her to look so perfect in my arms. Charlotte is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and as she sleeps, her features have relaxed, revealing she deserves that title. I could watch her all day and despite the fact I want to wake her up and carry on where we left off last night, I’m content to watch her and reflect on the best day and night of my life.

We spent the rest of it fucking, cleaning up, eating and fucking again. Greta left food outside the door, and we saw nobody at all. We just stayed in our room and as honeymoons go, this was the perfect one.

There is not any part of her body that hasn’t felt my tongue as I made certain to own every inch of her. It became an urgent need to mark every piece of her skin with my scent and brand her as mine.

Just experiencing her soft body against mine makes me physically ache for her and I’m not sure what I would do if this plan doesn’t work.

Then there are her parents. Lord and Lady Richmond. My father texted me in the night telling me her father had paid what he owed the Bratva and was expecting her to be returned to him today. There are so many balls in the air, but the only ones causing me concern are my own that are demanding to be buried deep against her throbbing pussy. My head hurts with trying to figure a way out of this mess so I can keep her beside me the entire time.

“Ivan.” Her soft husky voice makes me turn my attention to my wife and seeing the perfect beauty in my arms reminds me I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.

“I love you.”

Her words hit my heart like an ax splitting a log because I never once imagined that love would ever feature in my life.

She smiles and, opening her amazing blue eyes, she stares at me with so much emotion I forget to breathe.

I reach out and stroke her delicate face and whisper the words I never expected to say. “I love you more.”

“No, you don’t.” She giggles and the light dancing in her eyes makes me smile and I pretend to growl irritably, “Are you arguing with your husband already?”

I can’t prevent the shit-eating grin from splitting my face as she nods playfully. “I am.”

With a growl, I pounce and trapping her beneath my body, I say roughly, “Perhaps I should dish out the consequences of that. It’s obvious you need reminding who’s in charge around here.”

“Maybe I do.” The desire that lights her eyes tells me today could be interesting in more ways than one and as I kick her legs apart, I drive in hard and deep, her agonized scream wrapped in desire.

As I hold her hands above her head, I thrust in hard, loving watching her stretched out under me, groaning as her body takes what it needs from mine. This act of love and domination reminds me of who I really am as I fuck my wife like a savage. Brutal, hard and extreme, exactly the kind of morning treat I love that causes the heat to flare, the excitement to build, and the day to start off in the perfect way.

As she screams my name when I smash her orgasm from inside her, I pull out and spill my cum, so it drips down her sweat covered body. Despite the fact there were several condoms used last night, this is what I love the most. Painting her body with my own personal blend of paint, marking her as mine and knowing she is loving every second of it.

We clean up and pull on our robes and I fully intend on repeating how we spent yesterday. Here I have no worries and no jobs to do except one. Fuck my wife.

However, fate has another agenda in mind and as we eat breakfast out on the terrace overlooking the mountains, Tariq appears and says abruptly, “Sir, ma’am, I’m sorry to interrupt but I have been informed that Massimo Delauren’s jet is heading our way.”

Charlotte gasps and I hate seeing the fear in her eyes and I snap, “What’s the plan?”

“You leave immediately. I suggest you check your phone.”

Tariq reminds me I left my phone behind in the room and with a sigh, I nod. “Fine. We’ll be ready inside thirty minutes. What’s their eta and how long do we have?”

“Three hours, sir.”

I nod and as he leaves us, I say apologetically, “It appears that the honeymoon is over, princess.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

We are checking out.”

“Ivan what if…” “We will be fine. Trust me.”

I stand, cutting the conversation stone dead, and reach for her hand. “We’ll talk later. I need to make a call.”

As we head back to our room, I curse this life. It has a habit of tearing down any pleasure and replacing it with threats and pain. It makes me even more determined to see this mission through because I am so done with this shit and it’s time I stepped up and took control of my life because now it’s not just me, I have a family and if I want to increase its numbers, I must make our future a safe one.