Stolen Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle
Marcelo
Tess fell asleep with her back to me, scooted all the way to the edge of the bed so that she had space. At first, I was fine with it, but the longer I looked at her, the more I wanted her.
I’m going to kill for this woman.
And I need her, right now.
Reaching over, I grab her shoulder and roll her to me, then straddle her, pinning her in place with my hips. She has on a tank top and pajama pants, the soft fabric smooth against my palm when I grab her hip and squeeze it.
“Marcelo!” Her voice is loud, scared. I’ve slept in the same bed with her for a week now, always keeping my hands to myself, even though every second of every day that I don’t take her is torture.
And now I’ve told her that I’m willing to kill for her and she sleeps with her body turned from mine? I don’t fucking think so.
“Listen, Tess,” I tell her, grinding into her with my cock. Even through layers of fabric I know that she can feel it. Her eyes widen a little bit and her breathing quickens, but she doesn’t try to pull away from me. “You may not understand this, but I’m not going to stand by and let you continue to get fucked over by that man.”
I’m not going to say his name. Tess knows who I’m talking about and the last thing that I want to do is bring that man into our bed. Right now I want Tess focused only on me.
She shifts under me, but I reach out, pressing my finger against her lips. “Listen to me, Tess,” I continue, my voice gravely and deep with the need that I’m feeling for her. “You’ve lived too damn long with that man terrorizing every waking moment. It’s time for you to get your life back, and I’m going to be the one to give it to you.”
Her eyes widen and she stares up at me, but she doesn’t move or try to get away. Slowly, like she’s a wild animal that I’m afraid of spooking, I take my finger away from her lips.
She licks her lips where I was just touching them, the little pink tip of her tongue darting out for a moment, then she swallows. I reach out and lightly squeeze her neck, enjoying the way her skin feels under my touch. “Talk to me,” I command.
“You don’t have to do that.” She sounds nervous, like she’s afraid that I’m going to get angry at her. Instead of interrupting her, I wait. Tess probably hasn’t had a lot of people in her life who are willing to just wait and let her finish her thoughts.
“You really don’t, Marcelo. I’m not...” Her voice trails off and even though she doesn’t finish the thought, I have a pretty good idea of what she’s going to say.
“You’re not what? Not worth it? Not worth me killing that asshole?”
Her cheeks flush and she turns her head so that she can look away from me, but I’m not interested in letting her get out of this conversation. I need her to hear what I’m saying to her, and I need her to believe me.
“You’re worth killing for. You’re worth more than that. So much more.” Shifting position, I reach up and lightly trail my fingers along her side. Tess sucks in a breath and her eyes flick back to mine, but she doesn’t move or try to pull away from me. “You’re worth burning the whole fucking town down, Kitten. I hope that you don’t actually think that I can know this asshole’s name and not take care of him for you.”
“But you don’t have to—”
I cut her off, pressing my fingers back against her lips. “I know I don’t have to do anything,” I tell her, pinning her with my stare so that she’ll see just how serious I am. “But that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to do it. I’d do anything for you, Tess.”
She sucks in a gasp. I lean down, kissing her hard as I slip my hand up under her tank top. Her nipples are already hard and she moans as I squeeze one before lightly caressing her breast and dragging my hand back down her flat stomach.
Tess has a mental block when it comes to believing how important she is to me, but I’m not going to let that continue. She may think that she’s not really worthy, but she is, and I’m going to show her.
“Let me prove to you just how incredible you are,” I whisper, pulling back a little from her to nibble on the shell of her ear. Tess lets out a breathy gasp, arching her back and pressing herself into my chest. I smell her, breathing deeply and enjoying the scent that washes over me.
Tess smells like home.
She wraps her arms around my neck, digging her nails into my nape and pulling me back down to her. My lips land on hers and she moans into my mouth, her tongue swirling against mine. Her entire body is tight with desire and I grind into her, enjoying the way that she responds.
I’m the only thing her body needs. I’m going to take care of her. I’m going to prove to her not only how special she is, but that I’m the only person in the world who can really make her feel the way she deserves.
I kiss her harder, grabbing her chin so that I can hold her in place while I deepen the kiss. The moans coming out of Tess right now are enough to make me lose control, but I keep my focus.
I want this to feel amazing for her. As much as I want to plunge into her right now, she’s too special for me not to take my time—too special not to get the things that she deserves.
Somehow she manages to pull back, panting. Her eyes are locked on mine and her perfect little lips are swollen from my rough kisses. Without thinking, I reach down and lightly trace my fingers over her lips, watching as she sucks in a breath of air at the sensation.
“I want you,” she whispers, and an electric current of desire races through my body. It’s no longer contained in my core, but every cell of my being wants to take her and show her just how important that she is to me.
“What do you want?” I purr. I want to hear her ask for it. The thought of her unable to stop herself from begging me for release is enough to make me wild.
She pauses. “You.” Her fingers trace up and down my spine and I close my eyes. She digs her nails into my skin, cutting little half-moons into my back.
“Tess,” I growl, grinding my hips into hers. “Be a little bit more specific, darling.”
She bites her lower lip, her cheeks flushing harder as she looks up at me. I have her pinned here and could do anything that I want to her, but I want to wait. She knows that I own her. What she doesn’t know is how damn good it will feel to finally give herself to me.
“I want you to fuck me.” Tess’s voice is so quiet that, at first, I’m not sure that I heard her correctly. Her pupils dilate as she speaks, turning into huge dark pools that I want to throw myself into.
My little kitten asked, and now there’s only one thing left for me to do.
