Stolen Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle

Tess

Marcelo’s hands aren’t rough, but I’m still surprised at the feeling of his skin on mine when he pulls back from me and yanks my shirt up over my head. The cool air from the room feels like heaven on my hot skin and when he pulls me up so that I’m sitting, running his hands up and down my back, I gasp.

“You’re so delicious, Tess,” Marcelo tells me, leaning forward and kissing me. His lips are soft but demanding and I open my mouth for him, enjoying the way his tongue sweeps across mine. After a moment, he pulls back. “You’re just so sweet. I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you, Kitten.”

A shiver tears through my body at his words but I can’t deny that I felt the same way when I met him. There was just something about Marcelo, some dangerous quality, that drew me to him. Even though I fought, even though I tried like hell to get away from him, there was a part of me that knew that I’d never be able to escape.

He moves quickly, leaning down and grabbing something from the bedside table.

Marcelo grabs my collar and I stiffen, then I hear a soft beep and it releases from my neck. Immediately, I reach up and touch my skin, amazed that I’m finally free from the contraption.

“I want to see you completely naked,” he tells me. The collar and key drop down onto the table with a clatter, forgotten. Neither of us turns to look at them. He’s all that I can see and I can’t even try to look away from him.

“Now let me love you.” Marcelo shifts backwards from me, his mouth suddenly latched onto my nipple. I stiffen, throwing my breasts forward while reaching up and gripping his hair tightly. His tongue flicks over my nipple and I feel it harden in his mouth.

Sucking in a hiss, I close my eyes and tilt my head back. “Marcelo,” I choke out, my voice strangled. I’ve never felt pleasure coursing through my body like this. My skin feels like it’s on fire and I pull him closer, yanking hard on his hair as I do.

He surfaces for air, then his mouth finds mine again and I pull him closer, falling back down onto the bed and taking him with me. Marcelo crushes me to the mattress, his weight comforting as he stretches out over top of me. Reaching down his body, I cup his ass, then try to work his pants down from this angle.

It’s impossible. He’s going to have to get up to strip and I groan, frustrated, then pull him to me, kissing him even harder. His hands sweep across my chest, touching and teasing, making it difficult for me to think straight.

After a moment, he pulls back, slipping from the bed and stripping. He keeps his dark eyes locked on me the entire time and I shift on the bed under his gaze, reaching down and removing my pajama pants and undies.

Longing burns all through me, making it difficult for me to even think straight. I’d do anything to have him inside me right now, and I want to bare my skin to the cool air of the room.

Suddenly, Marcelo is naked. His huge cock is completely hard and bobs in front of him as he climbs back onto the bed. “Holy shit,” I murmur, reaching down between the two of us and taking him in my hands. I’ve had his cock in my mouth, but being naked like this with him in the bed is different. It feels dangerous, but all I know is that I don’t want to stop.

He took my collar off and I know that that doesn’t mean that I’m free, but I can’t help but feel like maybe it’s telling me something. I could run for it right now, I’m sure that I could, but now I don’t want to. He’s given me my freedom, or something like it, and still I don’t want to be away from him for a single moment.

Any other thoughts that I have are pushed from my mind when Marcelo kisses me again. He trails his hand down my stomach, shifting position so that my legs separate for him, then runs his fingers along my inner thigh. My body stiffens at first but I force myself to relax at his touch.

It feels amazing even though there is part of me that’s afraid of what he’s about to do.

No, I’m afraid of what I’m about to do.

“Just relax,” he murmurs, pulling back so that he can look at me. My breath catches in my throat when I notice again how gorgeous this man is, but then all thoughts vanish from my mind when he slips his fingers into me, thumbing a slow circle around my clit. Immediately, my back arches and I close my eyes. His hands, so dangerous when he uses them against someone, are soft and gentle as they swirl through my wet.

“That’s it, Kitten,” he tells me, his voice a low growl that I can feel flow through my bones. “Just relax. Enjoy it. Let me make you feel good.”

My mouth falls open, but I can’t come up with anything coherent to say. His clever fingers work faster and my breathing hitches as I press myself up closer to him. I want my skin to be covered with his body.

It’s not enough to have him touching me like this. I’ve never needed anything as badly as I need Marcelo right now. I want all of him and I’m not going to stop until I know for sure that he wants me too.

“What a good girl you are, Kitten.”

Every time my mind starts to wander, his voice brings me back, pulling me away from any thoughts that I have and overwhelming me with the pleasure starting to tear through my body.

“Cum for me, Tess.”

My body is willing to do anything that he asks. Even though part of me wants to hang on and wait, prolonging all of the pleasure that he can give me, I feel myself hurtling towards the edge and I throw myself towards it, squeezing my thighs tightly around his hand.

I grab the nape of his neck, digging my nails into his skin until he leans down and kisses me. Our tongues fight as he works his fingers between my legs, then I suddenly feel the explosion of my orgasm rocketing through me. Eventually I still under him, but he keeps kissing me, making sure to drag all of the pleasure that he can from my body.

“Fuck!” I cry, pulling back from him. I feel lightheaded as he strokes my nub again, pushing me over the edge once more. I’m exhausted and I want to curl up into a little ball, but Marcelo slips his hands behind my back, lifting me up from the mattress.

In one strong, smooth motion I go from stretched out on my back to suddenly on his lap, his huge cock pressing right up against my stomach.

I want to taste it and I grab his bulb, eager to pull away from him so that I can suck his cock, but he stops me. “You can suck it any fucking time you want, Kitten, except for right now. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to die if I don’t bury myself in you this second and let you find out what it feels like to have my cock inside your sweet, virgin cunt.”

His hands are on my hips and he lifts me up, making me reach out to grab his shoulders for support. In one smooth motion he pulls me down, slamming me onto his cock. I’m soaking wet for him but my muscles are still pulsing from my orgasm and I cry out, clawing at him as he thrusts up into me.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he gasps, reaching up to brush some hair back from my face. “I think that your little cunt was made for my cock, Kitten.”

I shiver on him, unable to move. He’s so deep in me that it hurts, but it’s a good hurt—a stretching and feeling of fullness that I didn’t know I wanted from him.

“Don’t hurt me,” I manage to gasp out. The look on Marcelo’s face changes instantly with my words. He looked so serious, so demanding, but now he leans forward, lightly brushing his lips against mine, a concerned, generous lover.

“The only thing that I want to do is make you feel good, Tess. I’m going to protect you. I’m going to make you cum. I’m going to do everything in my power to make up for the life that you’ve had up until now. Trust me.”

God help me, I do.

There’s nothing to say in response to that so I just hold onto him as he thrusts slowly up into me, taking me by the hips to help lift me up and then guide me back down, over and over. The full feeling of his cock in me is incredible and I close my eyes, allowing the waves of pleasure to slowly wash over me.

Each stroke into me feels like a promise that he’s going to keep me safe. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, gasping for air each time he pulls from me and then slams back in.

“Look at me, Tess.” It’s a command, and not one that I can ignore. I force my eyes open and lock them on his gorgeous face. “I want to see what it looks like when someone who loves you makes you cum.”

Wait, what?

Before I can start to question what he just said or what he could have possibly meant by that, he picks up the pace. My muscles tighten around his glorious cock and I hold onto him for dear life. Not only does he make me feel good, but he’s the only one who can do this for me.

“Marcelo,” I say, his name slipping easily from my lips. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, Kitten, I’m never going to stop.” Lightly he traces his fingers down my back, drawing small circles on the small of my back. His touch is light but I still feel like it’s burning me. I suck in a breath, tilting my head forward so that our foreheads are pressed together.

Tiny sparks feel like they’re exploding at the base of my spine and I stare into his eyes, letting myself lose control with him. It’s a scary feeling, but I don’t want to stop.. Not now, not ever.

“Cum for me.”

My body responds to him. I honestly don’t think that I could fight his command even if I wanted to and I cry out, my muscles contracting around his thick cock. Each stroke in and out of my body hits my g-spot and I feel my fingers and toes curl as I get closer and closer.

“Now, Kitten.”

He thrusts up one more time into me, hard and deep, and I feel myself fall over the edge. A few more times he pumps into me, his cum filling me, then the pleasure washing over my body is so strong and powerful that I let it carry me away.

“Tess, my Tess.” Marcelo murmurs my name like a prayer as he lifts me from his lap and puts me down on the bed. I shift a little, wanting to look at him, but he’s behind me in an instant, curling his body up around mine like we’ve been two spoons in a drawer together for our entire lives.