Stolen Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle
Marcelo
“Make them leave.” My kitten’s voice is clear and strong but I still blink at her, trying to make sure that I heard her correctly.
“You want them to—”
“Leave.” She cuts me off and nods. “Now.”
Slowly, I turn to look at the table. Salvatore and Airy are already sitting, waiting on the two of us. My brother lifts his champagne flute in our direction then drains it, snapping his fingers above his head for the waiter to bring him another one.
I had the perfect evening planned for the four of us, but the look on Tess’s face tells me that she’s completely serious. She wants this and she wants me to give it to her. Who the hell am I to tell her that I’d do anything for her and then not give her the one thing that she’s asking for?
“You two need to leave,” I say, turning to look at Salvatore. He has his eyes locked on his wife, but slowly turns to look at me when he hears my voice. “Now. Have a great night and we’ll do this again some other time.”
I watch as he leans over to speak to Airy. Her eyes are wide but she smiles, then turns and lightly cups his cheek. The strangeness of what I’m seeing isn’t lost on me. We’re the most powerful family in the country, and yet these two women have brought us both completely to our knees.
Salvatore gives a brisk nod then stands, helping his wife up before the two of them walk over to us.
“Congratulations, Tess,” Airy says. “Let me know when you want to go wedding dress shopping, okay? I love stuff like that.” She reaches up and gives me a peck on the cheek, taking time to whisper in my ear. “This is good, Marcelo.”
I know that it is, but I still thank her, then turn to my brother.
“You’re an asshole for inviting us over here and then kicking us out, you know that?” He says, but there’s no malice in his voice. I’ve seen how willing he is to do anything for his wife and I know that he gets it.
Salvatore takes Tess’s hand in his and lifts it to his lips for a kiss on her knuckles. Her face flames and I almost want to punch him for touching her, but I just take her by the waist and pull her a little closer instead.
“Tess, the next time we all get together to eat, I promise you that dinner will actually be served.” He grins at her and then the two of them leave, walking back towards the house.
My eyes snap back to Tess. She’s staring at me, her lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with her breaths. “Thank you,” she manages, then she reaches out, grabbing my cock through my pants.
I suck in a hiss, unable to help myself.
“I didn’t want to share you for another second,” she breathes, rising up on her toes to kiss me.
Immediately, I pull her closer, locking my arm tight around her waist so that she can’t get away from me. Her lips are delicious and I nibble on them, then slowly walk her back to the railing so that her back is pressed up against it.
She’s breathing hard and I grab the top of her dress, yanking it down so that her breasts are free. Her nipples harden almost immediately in the cool air and I can’t help myself, so I bend my head, taking one in my mouth. She moans, raking her hands through my hair and pulling me closer to her.
When I bite her, she lets out a little cry, but I know that my kitten likes her pleasure with a side of pain. She has a darker side to her that she never knew was in there, and I’m more than happy to be the one to bring it out in her. I want her to come to me, begging me to give her release.
And that’s what she did when she told me that she wanted Salvatore and Airy to go.
“I’ll do anything for you,” I whisper, switching to her other tit. I want to bruise her and mark her so that everyone knows that she belongs to me. Tess is perfect for me, all curves and soft angles hiding her strong heart.
“Fuck me,” she gasps, and I grab the hem of her dress, yanking it up over her hips. It’s what I wanted to do from the moment I saw her in it.
Who gives a fuck that it cost more than two thousand dollars? I could buy her a dress like this every single day with the sole intent of ripping it off of her to fuck her and I’d die a happy man.
The fabric tears a little as it goes over her hips and she gasps, but I yank it higher. My sweet kitten has on black lace underwear, my favorite, and I run my finger along the top, dipping it inside to feel how smooth she is.
“You shaved for me,” I murmur, moving my fingers lower. I love everything about Tess, and the fact that she shaved for me when she knows that I love it makes me want her more.
“I’d do anything for you.” Her voice is thick with desire as she grabs my belt and undoes it, yanking my pants down to free my cock.
It springs out, hard already, the tip glistening with a drop of precum. My greedy kitten drops to her knees in front of me, swirling her tongue over my tip. I groan, pulling pins from her hair to free it so that I can run my fingers through the strands. She sucks hard on my cock, taking me as far deep into her mouth as possible.
I thrust forward, wanting to fuck her perfect little face. Tess claws at my thighs, her nails digging into my skin before she switches her grip to my shaft and squeezes it tight, working her mouth up and down my length as she does. I’m going to cum in her mouth if she keeps that up, but I want to be deep inside her cunt when I release.
“Enough,” I command, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her up to her feet. She’s panting, her mouth falling open as I kiss her. My tongue dances against hers, then I take her by the hips and turn her around. “Hands on the railing, Kitten. Hold on tight.”
She does as I tell her, wiggling her sweet little ass at me. When I grab her hips and spread them I almost moan at the sight of her dripping wet cunt. Tess wants what I have to give her so much. She couldn’t hide her desire from me if she tried.
“You’ve been a very good girl,” I tell her, notching the head of my cock into her opening. Tess moans and pushes back, but I’m holding onto her hips and I don’t let myself enter her.
Not yet.
The string quartet in the corner of the deck is still playing, their music rising through the dark of the night. A cool breeze blows across the field and hits us, but I’m not chilled.
My blood is running so hot right now that nothing could cool me off. There’s only one thing that will make me feel better, and it’s to lose myself in Tess.
That thought running through my head, I thrust into her, driving in all the way to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck! Marcelo!” Tess cries out, her body lurching forward with the pressure of my cock in her. I adjust, pulling out a little so I can thrust back in, spearing her completely on my cock. She presses back, wanting all of what I have to give her.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit, taking my pleasure from her while at the same time making sure that she feels good herself. She trembles, an orgasm already cascading through her body, but I don’t stop.
When she cums, her muscles tighten around me, milking me, and I feel my hard erection start to thicken even more. Pulling out halfway, I wait, her body trembling as she holds herself still.
“Please,” she begs, turning her head so that she can see me. Her face is flushed, her lips so fucking delicious that I want to kiss her. Instead, I move forward, slamming home in her tight little cunt.
It only takes a few more thrusts until I feel my release, her body trembling around my cock as we both cum. When I pull from her, she loses her footing, and I grab her, supporting her so that she doesn’t collapse to the ground.
“You’re okay,” I murmur, pushing her hair back from her face. “My beautiful Kitten, you’re more than okay.”
Tess snuggles her face into my chest, still panting from the orgasms that tore through her body. “I want that all the time,” she says, and I kiss her lips lightly. “Also, I want something else.”
I’ll give this woman anything. I swear, no matter what she asks for. I’ll bend time and space, murder and destroy, just to give her what she wants. She’s everything to me, the one person who knows my heart and my soul and hasn’t tried to run from me. She’s wearing my ring and soon I want her pregnant with my child.
Tess is the only person I want at my side for the rest of my life. She may have been afraid at first, but she’s not anymore.
“What is it? Anything.” I brush her hair out of her face. I can’t wait to get her inside the house and into the shower to clean her off. I’ll shower with her, of course, taking my time to soap her up. Just the thought of running a soapy washcloth over her curves has my cock springing back to life already.
“I’m fucking starved.” Her eyes dance. “I appreciate that you got rid of our dinner guests, but I hope to God that you have a chef or something kicking around who can make me something to eat.”
“Kitten,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose, “whatever you want, you get.”
