Claimed Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle
Trevor
Jane is fucking perfection. Reaching out, I lightly brush some hair back from her face. She winces a little as I drag my finger across her cheek like she can’t quite stand the heat from my touch, but she doesn’t pull back. It gives me a moment to really look at her. Even in the shit light of this private room, I can see just how fucking perfect she is.
Her lips part slightly as I touch her cheek and her eyes snap up to meet mine. I checked her out in the bar, knew from the moment I saw her that she was just what I needed as a little distraction from the rest of my night. That’s all. A distraction.
A little fun before I have to get back to the reality of what being a Bonanno means.
“Tell me, Jane,” I say, lightly tracing the soft shell of her ear, “what brings you to this bar?”
She swallows hard and I watch her throat move before she responds. She’s gathering her breath like there’s not enough air in the room. I feel it too, being this close to her. Never in my life have I wanted someone like I want her. That’s why I brought her back here. That’s why I’m going to make sure that she’s mine before she walks out that door.
“My dad loved this bar,” she tells me, glancing up at me. Her eyes are hooded and there’s thick longing in her voice. In response I rub my thumb across her lips and she parts them for me, letting me lightly trace the line of her mouth.
“And you? Do you love this bar?”
A tiny nod, so small that I almost miss it, then I realize that she didn’t want to move her head too much in case she makes me move my hand. Excitement shoots through my body at the knowledge that she wants me as badly as I want her and I lean down to kiss her, my lips lightly taking the place of my thumb.
For a moment, she doesn’t respond, then she kisses me back, reaching up to fork her free hand through my hair. She’s still holding onto her glass of whiskey like it’s a shield that will protect her from me, and I take it from her, putting it down on the table next to me.
I want Jane all to myself without anything between us.
“What do you want, Jane?” I kiss her again, my tongue probing into her mouth. She could try to pull away from me but I’m not going to let her and I know that she doesn’t really want to. She needs this as badly as I need her. While I wait for her to respond, I kiss up the curve of her neck.
She smells amazing and I feel my cock thicken in my jeans. I could take her now, bend her over and make her take me up to the hilt, but there’s something about her that makes me pause.
She’s sad, that much is obvious. There’s more to Jane than just great tits and a mouth that would look like heaven wrapped around my cock. I’m going to fuck her until she screams my name, but first I want to know something about her. I want to have some memory of Jane that I can pull out and enjoy. Some personal information that she wouldn’t normally share with anyone.
“I want you,” she breathes, tracing her hands along my arms. “I want to feel good.”
That’s all I need. It’s not enough for me to really know her, but that doesn’t matter. If I like the way she feels then there will be more time for that in the morning. Right now I need to be in her. Grabbing her by the waist, I spin her around and push her forward so that she has to catch herself on the sofa.
This position lets me touch all over her, and I do, tracing my hands down her sides before running them up underneath her shirt and lightly squeezing her tits. She’s delicious, all curves and soft lines, but there’s a strength to her that I didn’t expect. Groaning, I cup her ass, then turn her around, my mouth crashing onto hers.
This time, she’s ready. She kisses me back harder than before, her tongue dancing against mine as I taste her. When she lets out a little moan I reach up and wrap her hair around my hand, pulling back so that I can nip along her neck. Whatever perfume she has on teases me and I feel like I’m about to burst through my jeans.
“I want you,” she moans, her hands pulling at my shirt. She yanks it out and I remove my gun, putting it on the table next to her whiskey. A moment later, she’s on her knees in front of me, fighting with my pants to unbutton them. As she unzips them, I groan in relief as the pressure on my cock relaxes, and she lets out a gasp.
“Oh, my god,” she breathes, before grabbing my cock and pushing my jeans down. When I look down at her, her eyes are locked on my thick shaft, and she leans forward, gently taking me in her mouth.
I can’t help what I do next. It’s obvious that she wants to go slower and be gentle, but I grab the back of her head and shove her down, forcing her to take in more of me. Her mouth is so warm that I thrust up into her as she flicks her tongue across my head and then drags it down my shaft.
“Oh, fuck.” The words spill out of me as I thrust up into her mouth, going deeper down her throat. Jane doesn’t squirm or fight me, just takes everything that I have to give her.
I can feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine telling me that I’m going to cum, but I want to be deep in her pretty little cunt when I do. She gasps when I pull her back by the hair and yank her to her feet. Her mouth is wet, her eyes wide, and her hands immediately reach out to grab my chest.
“Strip down,” I tell her in a growl. My cock throbs and I stroke myself gently as I watch her do what I’ve commanded. She never takes her eyes off of me as she strips, but in a moment her clothes are on the floor and she’s in front of me, naked.
Fuck. I’ve never brought a woman back here into the private room before and now she’s going to be the only thing I can think of when I’m in here.
“Sofa.”
Jane doesn’t argue. Part of me fully expects her to fight back or tell me to go to hell, but she drops down to the sofa, still staring at me like she’s afraid to take her eyes off of me. For the first time, I wish that there were better light in here so that I could see her. I’m going to make her scream out my name and I want to see her gorgeous face as she twists under me.
When I center myself between her legs, she thrusts her hips up at me. Grabbing one, I force it down into the sofa, then lightly trace my fingers around her nipples. They pebble immediately and she sucks in a gasp. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” I ask her, before I kiss her again.
My cock throbs to be in her and I enter her a little at a time, taking my time so that I can feel all of her. Her walls are so tight, her cunt throbbing already as I push inside of her, that I groan a little into her mouth. She nips at me, her teeth sharp on my lips, and I kiss her hard, devouring her.
Jane grabs me, raking her nails down my back and I slam into her, going as deep as I can. She cries out and arches her back as I slam forward, my actions already making me dizzy. I could go all night with any girl, but Jane is different.
She’s hardly said a word and I want to crack her open and taste her. I want to get to know who she is and figure out what makes her tick. It’s crazy, but I want to do more than fuck her.
Later.
Because right now, fully to the hilt in the most amazing cunt I’ve ever seen, all I want to do is cum in her and claim her. I roll my thumb against her clit and her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth dropping open.
“I had a feeling that would make you feel good,” I tell her, kissing along her jaw. She moans in response and I circle her clit again, lazy movements that I know will feel like heaven as my cock slips in and out of her. “You feel good, Jane, so you deserve to feel good.”
This makes her react and she tries to flip me over, but I’m crushing her to the sofa. “Please,” she pants, “I want to be on top.”
“Not a chance, babydoll.” Kissing her to silence her, I rock into her harder, feeling the tingle at the base of my spine. “You want to be on top then that’s for tomorrow night.”
She moans, her head thrown back against the cushion. Whatever fight she had in her is gone as I fuck her, her body trembling under my touch. Just a few more strokes, a few more rubs on her clit, and my sweet Jane is going to fall apart.
“Trevor,” she gasps, her head still tilted back. In response, I run my teeth up the side of her neck and bite her there, marking her as mine for later. It’s not that I wouldn’t be able to pick her out of a crowd, but this way other people will know that she belongs to me.
Her cunt tightens around my cock and I feel her start to milk me. Relaxing, I give myself over to the pleasure tearing through my body, finally releasing myself in her as she screams out my name.
Outside the walls of this private room, other people drink and dance. I can hear the dull beat of the music from in here but all I can concentrate on right now is the way her cunt tightens around my cock as she comes down from her orgasm.
“You, Jane, are mine,” I tell her, dropping a kiss on her face. It takes her a moment to stir, but when she does, her eyes lock on me. She looks scared, but that expression disappears from her face before it can fully register. “I marked you. You’re mine.”