Bought Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle

Dane

Rage washes over me. I know what would make me feel better--fucking Natalia would take care of all of the stress I’m feeling right now, but she’s off-limits.

Any other time in my life I might have gone to the bar to look for someone to help me relieve the pressure I’m feeling, but now that I’ve laid eyes on Natalia, I know that that’s no longer an option. Everything about her is delicious, and it’s not just the fact that she’s my perfect little virgin that thrills me.

She’s brave. Bold. Sassy. I want to tear into her and taste her from the inside. I want to find out what makes her tick and ruin her. At the same time, though, I know that she’s broken into so many different little pieces, and I want to be the one to pick them all up and put her back together.

There’s something appealing about being her savior.About knowing that I’m the only person she can rely on.

And about knowing that she belongs to me and I get to do whatever I want to her.

The conversation I had with her father doesn’t make me happy. Of course he’s going to want her back so that he can feel like he’s taking care of her, but I know that it’s not because he loves her. He just wants to make sure that his best asset doesn’t get damaged. I’m not going to let anything happen to her.

That’s why she’s locked up here with me.

I don’t have the energy to cook a full meal, but the two of us need to eat something. We’re going to be locked in my house together for the rest of the night until I leave tomorrow to go talk to the mayor with my family. The last thing I need is to deal with a hangry woman who’s going to use any excuse she can to be a bitch to me.

Chinese leftovers in the refrigerator catch my eye and I pull them out, pile them onto plates, and get ready to heat them all up.

“What do you think that you’re doing?” Natalia’s voice makes me turn around slowly. There aren’t any weapons in the house that she could find and use on me, but her tone is dangerous and low.

“Making food,” I tell her, flicking my eyes up and down her body. She’s unarmed, still in my shirt and pj pants, but her cheeks are red like she’s angry and she’s staring at me like she wants a hole to open up under me to send me straight to hell. “You and I both need to eat something. It’s been a long damn day.”

“Oh, were you locked in a closet after trying on a wedding dress to marry a man you don’t love and then being shot at?” She takes a step closer to me. “And then were you shackled up to the wall?”

“No, but I had the most gorgeous woman suck my cock, so I’m starved.” I stare at her, daring her to come closer. I can’t fuck her, but I can do other things to her.

Her face softens. “You liked that? Did you like me on my knees for you?” Even though her words are sexy and her tone has changed, it’s obvious that she’s still upset. She’s up to something, and even though I’m not sure yet what it is, I’m not playing that game.

“Loved it,” I tell her, turning back to the food and putting a plate in the microwave. While it eats, I grab us each a beer from the refrigerator and turn to put them on the island.

She’s right there, her body pressed up against mine as soon as I turn around. Natalia takes a deep breath like she’s breathing me in or trying to work up the balls to do something, then reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair, pushing it up and back.

She lightly scratches the nape of my neck and I can’t help the low growl that escapes my throat. My cock is hard again already, straining at my jeans, and when she reaches down and strokes me through the fabric, I grab her chin and tilt it up to me.

“What are you doing?”

She smiles and blushes like a little kid who just got caught with their hand in the candy jar. “I want you, Dane,” she says, leaning up against me so that her breasts are rubbing on my chest. I feel her hard nipples and let go of her chin to reach down and lightly stroke one.

Her mouth drops open and she lets out a soft moan, going up on her tiptoes to kiss me.

It’s passionate, like she’s claiming me. She kisses me hard, her tongue demanding as it sweeps into my mouth. There’s no way that I’m going to push her away from me, and I kiss her back, reaching around to grab her ass and pull her towards me.

I nip at her lips, biting down hard enough on her lower lip to make her suck in a gasp and pull back from me, but I’m not about to let her go. She wants this and I’m going to give it to her.

Her hands snake up to my chest and I fork my fingers through her hair, pulling her back so that I can bite along her neck. When I do, she cries out, a red spot blooming on her neck. I want to mark her for my own so that everyone will know that Natalia belongs to me.

“I want you,” she pants, her hands on my belt. She fumbles with it, pulling the end from the buckle and trying to push my pants down. “I need you to fuck me.”

Warning bells go off in my head and I spin, pinning her against the counter with my hips so that I can pull back a bit and look at her. Her pupils are dilated and she looks innocent, but there’s a slight smirk on her face that I don’t trust.

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask, lazily lifting her shirt so that I can bend down and suck her breasts. She’s soft and warm and bucks against me when I swipe my tongue across a nipple, making it spring to attention in my mouth. “Right here in the kitchen? Right now?”

“Please,” she pants, still trying to get my pants down. “Please, I need your cock in me.”

Fuck. Any other time and I would believe her, but I know what she’s doing. There’s no way that she doesn’t understand what happens if I fuck her before the wedding. She’ll be checked before the ceremony by a doctor to make sure that she’s intact, and if she’s not, then I lose it all.

The air in the kitchen is warm and the microwave goes off, but I ignore it, grabbing her by the hips and putting her up on the counter. “Lift off your ass,” I tell her, then tug my pajama pants free, letting them puddle on the floor. “I want you.”

“Are you going to fuck me?” Her eyes are bright and she stares at me, her lips parted slightly in anticipation. “Will you give me what I want?”

Not yet. After I know for sure that nobody can take her from me, I’ll fuck her brains out all night long. But the contract is ironclad, at least, that’s what the lawyer told me.

Something about the lawyer rubs me wrong and I know that I need to pay more attention to that, but it’s impossible with Natalia in front of me, spreading her legs for me so that I can see her perfect cunt.

“Look at how wet you are for me,” I tell her, slipping my fingers into her. She moans and throws her head back, arching her back to get closer to me. “You really do want me in you, don’t you?”

She’s panting now but manages to make eye contact and nod. “I want your cock in me,” she tells me.

Grabbing her thighs, I pull her closer to the edge of the counter. She lets out a little gasp as I do, but I’m not going to let her fall. Natalia has no idea that I’m willing to do anything and everything to keep her safe and keep her mine. Rather than thrusting into her with my cock, though, I drop to my knees, licking up along her center as I do.

“Oh, shit,” she gasps, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Fuck, that feels good.”

I don’t answer. She tastes amazing and I lick her again, flicking my tongue over her clit to feel her rock against my face. She’s holding back at first, but the more I lick her, the more shameless she becomes, rocking against my face and moaning. I pull back, my fingers taking the place of my mouth, so that I can talk to her.

“You want me to make you cum?” My thumb is soaked with her juice and I swipe it across her clit, enjoying how she bucks into my hand when I do.

She nods, her eyes closed, her breath strained.

“Scream my name.” Cooking my fingers, I rub her g-spot. She gasps, digging her fingers into my shoulder at the sensation. “I mean it, Natalia, I want to hear you scream for me.”

She nods, but then pants out, “But I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, I will,” I tell her. “Scream.”

Before she can respond, I lick her again, my mouth warm on her as I suck and nuzzle into her. She rocks against my face and I lap her up. As she gets closer I feel her stiffen against me. Her thighs press in on my head and she cries out quietly at first, my name just a prayer on her lips.

Louder. I want her louder. I want everyone in this fucking town, including her father, to know that she belongs to me. She’s going to scream for me every time I make her cum.

“Dane,” she says, her voice growing louder. “Don’t stop, okay? Oh, fuck, right there. Don’t stop!” She whimpers and rocks against me as I stroke inside of her, my tongue working her clit as I suck and lick her.

“Dane!” Her voice is louder now, but she’s still not screaming for me. Not the way I want her to. She’s close, though, I can tell by the way she quivers against my face as I lick her. Just another moment and she’s going to shatter under my touch and I’ll have won.

“Holy, fuck, Dane!”

Her scream fills the kitchen and is music to my fucking ears. As her muscles tighten on my fingers, I rub her clit hard with my thumb, pushing her over the edge so hard that she’s going to need me to put her back together again someday. At the same time, I bite her inner thigh.

Hard.

Hard enough to turn her cries of pleasure into a scream. Hard enough to mark her for days.

Hard enough to show her that she really does belong to me.