Bought Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle

Dane

As fucking angry as I am at Natalia, she’s going to have to eat and piss before long. It’s been hours since I locked her up with the manacles in my room and she only cried out once, right after I left.

She’s stronger than most men would be in her position, that’s for sure. I fully expected her to break by now, to cry out for me, to beg for me to let her go, but she’s been silent.

I could easily ignore her if she were anyone else, but I feel drawn to her. I know that she’s there and my body longs for me to go to her. There’s just no way that I’m going to be able to ignore her in that room, not when I want her so badly.

The doctor is out of town, which never happens. He works only for the Accardi family, which means that we can call him in on all of the crazy shit that we need done without worrying about whether or not he’s going to go to the police. When I heard that he wasn’t going to be able to come intubate my future wife, I was pissed, but now I have another plan.

Carrying a tray of food and water, I let myself into my bedroom and put the tray down on the bed. Natalia has her head hung down to her chest, her eyes closed. She’s breathing slowly and I would assume that she was asleep if I didn’t know how fucking painful the position that she’s in must be.

“Natalia,” I say, walking over to her and lightly touching her cheek. She jerks before looking up at me, hatred burning in her eyes.

“What do you want?”

So many things. There are so many things that I want from her, but her virginity is locked away from me until our wedding night thanks to the fucking contract. There’s no way that I can take all of her right now without risking losing her completely, but there isn’t any reason why I can’t have a taste.

Running my fingers down her arms, I watch her face for any reaction, but there isn’t any.

“Are your arms numb?” I ask, squeezing her bicep. Natalia looks at me from under hooded lids but doesn’t respond to me. Quickly, so that I can get her out of here, I pull my key from my pocket and unhook her.

She stumbles forward and I grab her, pulling her close to me to keep her from sinking to the floor. Her head rolls against my shoulder and her eyes are still only half open.

“Natalia.” When she doesn’t respond, I set her on the edge of the bed, being careful not to upset the tray. She leans to the side like she’s going to fall over, and I catch her. “Natalia, you better not be playing right now.”

Her arms hang limply at her sides and I grab one hand, squeezing her fingers hard.

Nothing.

Fuck.

Laying her back on the bed, I climb onto her, then begin to massage her arms. I have to get some of the blood flow back in them. It’s going to hurt her, I have no doubt about that, but she has to have some feeling back.

She’s still as I rub her arms, working my way from her wrist up to her shoulder before switching to the other. Back and forth I go for a few minutes before she finally sucks in a gasp and lifts one arm, planting her hand on my chest to push me off of her.

“What are you doing?” She shrieks, her eyes suddenly wide. “Why does it hurt?” Her chin wobbles. and she sucks in a breath like the pain is so sharp that she can’t do anything else. “Why, Dane?”

“You were numb,” I tell her, slipping off of her and taking her by the shoulders to help her sit up. “You went numb and I had to get some feeling back in them.”

She leans to the side, still unable to sit all the way up. When I brush hair back from her face, I can feel how sweaty she is. Her skin is shiny like she’s been running all afternoon, and I know what I have to do.

Pulling her to her feet, I work quickly to strip her.

“No,” she says, batting my hands away. “What are you doing to me?”

“Cleaning you up.” She’s naked but still doesn’t have enough energy to try to run from me. I strip too before picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom. All of the fight that I loved so much about her is gone and she hangs limply in my arms like doing anything else is simply too much for her.

A quick twist of the shower handle and steam starts to fill the bathroom. It heats up quickly and I step inside, putting her on her feet and then resting her back on the stone wall while I adjust the heads. They point at us from all directions but Natalia doesn’t seem to notice how good they feel.

“Come here,” I tell her, turning her around so that I can wash her. The shampoo foams up quickly in her hair and she lets out a low moan as I dig my fingers into her scalp to get her really clean. Her sweet ass is almost pressed up against me and I feel my cock throb when I look down at her.

She’s so fucking perfect. I just hope that I didn’t break her.

“Turn so I can rinse you,” I command, and she does, closing her eyes against the spray as I wash her hair clean of any shampoo. When that’s done, I load a loofah up with body wash and start to scrub her.

“I can do that,” she says, but doesn’t reach for the loofah. Her whole body is relaxed and she leans back against the stone wall. “You don’t have to, Dane.”

My name on her tongue is delicious. I wash her, rubbing my thumbs across her perfect pink nipples as I do. This makes her moan, the sound somehow louder in my ears than the water rushing over us. I do it again and she arches her back, her eyes still closed, her mouth parting a little as the sound slips from her.

“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her, dropping the loofah and bending down so that I can take her nipple in my mouth. I roll it gently between my teeth, coaxing another deep moan from her. This one comes from her core and I feel my own muscles tighten in response.

I want this woman. I know that I have to wait to fuck her, but I don’t have to wait to taste her.

I don’t have to wait to be inside her mouth.

There’s a stone bench built into my shower and I grab her by the hips, lifting her and putting her down in front of me when I sit. Her eyes fly open and she stares at me for a moment before letting her gaze work down to my cock.

“Suck my cock,” I tell her, grabbing her by the arm and forcing her to my knees. “Try to tell me that you don’t want to.”

She hesitates but I can see the desire burning there in her eyes. When she plants her hands on my thighs and gives them a little squeeze, I open my legs for her to let her get closer to me.

“You want me to suck your cock?” Her voice is thick with lust. I don’t answer, but I see how badly she wants me. She can’t hide it. She can’t pretend like she doesn’t want me as badly as I want her.

“Do it.” I grab her hand and place it on the base of my shaft, groaning as she squeezes me. “I want you to show me that you’re sorry.”

She nods and the tip of her tongue darts out between her lips. Just the sight of it makes me close my eyes and I exhale hard, waiting for what I know is coming.

Waiting for the one thing that I want from her right now.

One of the only things that I can take from her until our wedding night.

Her breath is warm on the tip of my cock and I can’t take it any longer. Forking my fingers through her hair, I palm the back of her head and shove her down.