Claimed Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle
Trevor
Ican’t wait any longer to get what I need from Jane. She’s perfect, even when she’s fighting me, and the fact that she’s finally going to admit to both of us that she wants me as badly as I want her makes her even more perfect for me.
This time, when I pin her up against the wall with my hips, I know that I don’t have to let her go anytime soon. She’s not going to be able to worm her way away from me now and I kiss her hard, fisting her hair so that she can’t get away from me. When I yank her head back to expose her neck she moans and I nip along her exposed skin before biting hard on her collarbone.
“Holy shit,” she hisses, trying to move away from me, but I don’t release her until I know that she’s marked. I need Jane covered in my bites and bruises. I want to hurt her just enough so that when she moves, she remembers that she belongs to me. And when the bruises fade, I’m willing to give them to her again.
And again.
Until she learns who she belongs to.
I want her roped in my cum. I’ll rub it into her skin so that she smells me and feels me on her whenever she moves. Jane belongs to me and it took a long damn time for me to finally get to claim her for my own as many times as I want. The other times that I had her weren’t enough.
She’s mine and I’m never letting her go now.
“You’re mine,” Jane,” I tell her, finally removing my teeth from her body. She digs her nails into me and clings to me as she breathes through the pain, but I don’t give her long to recover before my hands are under her shirt, lifting and tugging it up. Her skin smells sweet and I kiss along the tops of her breasts as I yank her shirt over her head and throw it to the floor.
The way that she’s breathing—shallow and fast—makes me wild. Lightly, I nip the soft swells of her breasts, then fall to my knees in front of her, my hands working quickly to undo her pants.
“Trevor,” she says, grabbing my shoulders like she’s going to try to stop me, “you don’t have to do that.”
“Don’t have to do what?” Dragging her pants and underwear down, I marvel at the sight of her exposed to me. Her legs are pressed tightly together and I grab her thigh, digging my thumb into her flesh to force her to open her legs. “Don’t have to taste the woman I want so badly? The woman I love? Let me tell you something, Jane, there isn’t a fucking thing that you or anyone else could do to stop me right now.”
This makes her suck in a gasp and I take the moment to stand and pick her up, tossing her lightly onto the bed. She bounces once before I’m on her, yanking her pants down the rest of the way and tossing them to the floor. Jane tries to sit up but I plant a hand in the middle of her stomach and push her back.
Fucking hell, I want this woman like I’ve never wanted anything in the world.
Spreading her legs, I take a moment to enjoy the sight of her in front of me, then slowly lick her, flattening my tongue so that I hit all of her with one stroke. She stills and then stiffens, the sound of her sucking in a breath at the sensation enough to drive me mad.
“You taste like heaven,” I tell her, licking her again. This time, I suck her clit, the hard nub of nerves delicious in my mouth as I flick my tongue over it. “Fucking heaven,” I repeat, my voice a low growl against her wet skin. Jane moans, bucking up into my face and I grab her thigh, pinning her to the bed so that I can continue to taste her without her rocking too much.
As I lick her, I slip two fingers into her, crooking them and stroking the nerves at her entrance. She’s not going to be able to hold on for long after this and I continue to lick and suck her clit.
Her thighs strain against me where I have her pinned to the bed but I’m not interested in letting her go. As she rocks against my face she reaches down and forks her fingers through my hair, grabbing it tight and pulling me closer to her. I moan at the sensation of her wet skin pressed up against my lips and I lick her harder, wanting to make sure that I push her right over the edge.
“Fuck, Trevor, don’t stop,” she pants, now bucking wildly into my face. I can’t stop her and I suck her lips, slipping my tongue into her next to my fingers, then I flick the tip of my tongue across her clit.
“I’m so fucking close. You’re going to make me...oh, fuck”!
Her muscles tighten on my fingers and she rocks against me, sucking in a long hissing breath as she does. Her body tightens, the spasm of pleasure tearing through her and making it difficult for her to even speak. I keep licking her, keep my tongue on her perfect little clit as she swears, her nails digging hard into the back of my scalp.
When she finally relaxes, I pull my fingers from her and lick them off, enjoying the way she tastes. She’s delicious, the perfect woman for me, and the only one I ever want to taste on my tongue again.
My cock aches to be in her and I work my way up her body, planting hot kisses along her stomach and dragging my tongue across her nipples before biting her breasts. She deserves to be marked by me so that nobody else ever tries to take her from me.
“What are you doing to me, Trevor?” She asks, crying out as my teeth sink into her flesh.
“I need everyone to know that you belong to me,” I tell her, massaging her body as I work my way up to kiss her. Her tongue dances against mine and I kiss her deeply, wanting her to taste herself. “Do you see how good you taste? Do you understand why I can’t fucking handle not touching you?”
“Fuck me,” she pants, reaching between us to grab my cock. The pressure of her hands on my shaft makes me moan and she angles her hips up, notching me at her opening. “Please, Trevor. I need you.”
That’s all she has to say and I thrust forward, overcome with desire. She’s tight, her muscles still spasming after her orgasm and I fit myself into her in short little thrusts, finally filling her. She feels like heaven and I look down at her face, kissing her before I move in her.
“You’re mine,” I tell her. “Don’t you ever forget it.”
“I won’t.” Her voice is soft and she stretches, rocking her body against mine. “I won’t, Trevor, just promise me that you’ll love me.”
Oh, I’ll love her. Leaning back, I grab her hips, then thrust hard into her, dragging a scream from her throat. She arches her back and finds her rhythm with me, the two of us rocking together as I slam deeper into her.
“Your little cunt is mine,” I tell her, grabbing her throat and pinning her to the bed as I fuck her. “Your tits, your tongue, all the dirty parts of you that I want to lick and suck—they’re all mine. I don’t give a shit what you think about that, Jane, you belong to me, do you understand?”
While I speak, my fingers tighten a little on the sides of her throat and her eyes widen as she stares at me. Finally, she nods, her voice quiet as she answers. “I understand.”
“Good.” I slam deeper into her, almost ready to tear her into two, but she grabs my hips and stops me. “What the fuck are you doing, Jane?”
“I want to be on top.” She’s stilled completely under me, her eyes narrow as she stares at me.
“No.” I thrust into her again but she’s stronger than I thought, her hands unyielding as she grips my hips.
“Now, Trevor.”
If I don’t cum in her soon then I’m going to die, so I groan, grabbing her by the hips and rolling over with her so that she’s seated on top of me. Fuck, she looks good up there with her tits bouncing in my face. I can play with her, too, and I reach down and lightly trace my fingers over her clit before pressing down hard enough to make her gasp out.
“Listen here,” she tells me, grabbing my neck and raising herself up just enough on me so that I’m still in her but can’t thrust up into her. “You say that I belong to you, but you need to understand that you’re mine.” When I open my mouth to respond, she claps her hand down over my mouth. “You belong to me. You protect me.”
Slowly, she lowers herself down a little bit on my cock. I groan, closing my eyes as I fill her again.
“You protect our family, do you understand?” Her voice is low, her words serious, and I nod.
She lowers herself a bit more.
“You belong to me, Trevor Bonanno. I’m not afraid of you because I know that I have the one thing that you want.” Slowly, she releases her hand from my mouth and slams the rest of the way down on my cock.
With one hand on her clit, I grab her hip with my other hand and squeeze her hard enough to make her bruise. “You have the one thing that I want?” I ask her, and she nods as she grinds against me, her tits right in my face. “And what the hell would that be?”
“My cunt.”
She’s moving faster now, her mouth slack and her eyes halfway closed as she rocks on my cock and I thrust up into her, close to the edge myself. When I feel the tingling feeling at the base of my spine that tells me I’m close I release deep into her. She cries out, falling forward and bracing herself on my chest, her nails digging into my skin.
“You belong to me, Jane,” I tell her, flipping her off of me so that I can pull out of her. “Now, let me get you all cleaned up.”
