Bought Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle
Dane
What Natalia needs is a good deep dicking, and I’m going to give it to her, but first we have to get this nasty business with the knife out of the way. She thinks that she’s going to be able to hurt me, and I watch with interest as she runs at me, the knife tip pointed right at my heart.
I could stop this now. I could grab her wrist and take her to her knees, where she belongs, but I want her to know that my cock in her isn’t only for when she’s a good girl. I’m happy to fuck her no matter how naughty she’s been or what she’s done, and now that I know the truth about the mayor and his lawyer, nothing can stop me from taking what I want.
She reaches me, slamming the knife down hard into my chest. I don’t wince as the tip of the blade slips through my shirt and lodges in the vest I put on. There wasn’t any way in hell that I’d go deal with the mayor without some protection, but Natalia had no way in hell that she could have known that.
Her eyes widen and she jerks back on the knife, managing to pop it free. Moving faster than her, I reach out and grab her wrist, twisting it to the side so that she has to drop the knife. It clatters to the floor and she lets out a gasp, reaching up with her other hand to try to rip my fingers from her wrist.
“Now that that’s out of your system,” I tell her, backing her up to the bed, “there’s something that I’ve been wanting to do to you.”
“You can’t.” Her eyes are hard and dark and she glares at me like she honestly believes that her words are enough to stop me. “You signed a contract.”
“I just learned some things about the lawyer who drew it up,” I tell her, pressing her against the bed. She can’t back up any more. The only way she can get away from me now is to climb up on the bed, and as soon as she does that, she’s going to be mine.
All mine.
Fear flashes in her eyes but then she glares at me. “What things? You can’t break the contract, remember? If you do, I don’t have to marry you.”
I kiss her, my mouth crashing onto hers. She can try to talk her way out of this all she wants, but she and I both know that we want this. She knows as well as I do that there isn’t anything in the world that will make me back off now, not when I’m so close to having her.
“I want you to enjoy this,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. “I want you to scream for my cock, Natalia, like I made you scream in the kitchen when I sucked your clit.” She turns red and squirms against me, the pressure on my cock incredible. “You decide. How badly do you want to be a good girl, and how badly do you want to be mine?”
She doesn’t answer right away and I nip along her neck, tasting her skin with my tongue, running it along her neck and down to her collarbone. That makes her shiver and I grab her hips, digging my fingers into her skin to hold her in place as I kiss back up to her ear.
“I want you,” I breathe into her ear. I’m well aware that I can take her now, without any problems, but I don’t want to force her. Natalia wants me, I know that she does. I want her to admit it and give me the one thing that she’s kept locked away her entire life. I’m going to have it eventually, but I want her to like it.
“You can’t have me.” She plants her hands on my chest like she’s going to push me away but I nip her earlobe and her hands relax, her body turning against her as I continue to kiss her.
When my mouth finds hers again, she reaches up, forking her fingers in my hair, pulling me down to her so that I can kiss her harder. Her tongue dances against mine and she lets out a moan when I grip her lower lip with my teeth and give it a tug. She claws at me, her fingers fighting to undo my buttons, and I step back, stripping down in front of her.
She immediately turns the most lovely shade of pink and her mouth drops open slightly. “If you’re not going to suck my cock then close your mouth and get on the bed,” I command.
She snaps her mouth shut and climbs backwards onto the bed, keeping her eyes locked on me the entire time. She’s breathing hard, her chest visibly rising and falling and I crawl onto the bed with her, pinning her down on the mattress.
“Dane,” she whispers, reaching out and running her hands across my chest. As she does, I lean back, undoing her jeans so that I can strip her.
“I want to fuck you,” I tell her. “I’m going to ruin you for any other man. You’re going to crave my cock in you, do you understand, Natalia?”
She nods, her teeth sinking deep into her lower lip as I work her jeans and underwear down. Immediately, I can smell her, she’s so turned on. She stares up at me, her eyes half-lidded, her hands now trembling at her sides.
“Sit up.” I slide off her and pull her shirt and bra off before tossing them to the floor. “There you go,” I say, leaning down and taking a nipple into my mouth. It hardens and I pinch the other one, rolling it between my fingers, enjoying the moan that escapes her lips as I do. “What a good girl you are, Natalia. You’re going to be the perfect wife.”
“Be gentle,” she begs, throwing herself down on the bed in front of me. “Please, Dane, be gentle.”
I eyeball her. I could slam into her perfect little cunt now, making her cry out with pain as I fuck her. Instead, I massage her inner thighs, working my way up them with my mouth. She rocks under me, reaching down to fork her fingers through my hair as she bucks up into the air.
“I want you,” she whispers, pulling me closer to her.
I take a lick, her sweet taste filling my mouth, then roll my finger lazily across her clit. “You do understand that me fucking you doesn’t free you from the contract, right?” I ask, going in for another taste. She doesn’t respond as I probe her with my tongue, but when I sit back up, she nods, her eyes hungry and locked on me.
“I don’t care,” she say, and I grab her hips, swinging her up and over me as I lay down on the bed.
She hovers over me, afraid to lower herself on my body and I pull her closer, bringing her down for a kiss. Her lips are soft and tentative at first, but I slip my hand between her legs again and she moans, rocking against me and kissing me harder. Her breasts press up against me, her hard nipples like heaven against my chest, then she finally sits up, panting, as she stares at me.
“I think I’m ready,” she tells me, and I grin, grabbing her hips.
