Bought Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle

Natalia

Dane notches himself at my opening but I hesitate, afraid to move down on him, afraid to let him take me. I didn’t think it would be like this, didn’t think that I’d want to fuck the man right after I thought about killing him, but right now I can’t imagine anything more wonderful than his cock in me.

He shifts under me and I brace myself on his chest. I can feel his heart pounding there, solid and strong, and I try to focus more on that and less on the fact that he’s so close to entering me.

I’m terrified, but there’s no way I’m going to say that to him. We were always going to end up here, I’m pretty sure that it was inevitable. It didn’t matter how much I fought it, he was going to be the one to take my virginity and keep me for his own.

Even though my body is screaming for me to move and let him take me, I’m still paralyzed. “Are you sure that you want me on top?” I ask, trying to shift to the side. This isn’t what I thought would happen. My body is screaming at me to shut up but my brain is unsure.

“You think that I want these tits out of my face?” Dane asks, reaching up to lightly caress one. I moan at his touch, closing my eyes. “No, Natalia, I want to see all of you when you come. I want to see how your entire body reacts to having my cock in you.”

His fingers dig into my hips and he suddenly yanks down, pulling me hard onto him so that he’s in me. I cry out, my nails sinking into his chest.

“You have control,” he tells me, still bucking up into me. “Take it.”

A wave of pleasure washes over me and I fight my way through it to listen to him. Slowly, I do what he asks, breathing deeply as I force myself lower on him, letting him enter me. He fills me, stretching me in a way that I never thought was possible, and I have to move slowly until he’s seated in me.

As soon as I do, I know that I can’t stop. I start rocking on him, sliding up and down his cock, my hands still braced on his chest so that I don’t accidentally fall over. I feel like I could…like I could just tip over right now but I want this. I want him, and I have to push that though out of my mind so that I can focus on the pleasure coursing through my body.

“That’s it,” he says, still thrusting up into me as we find our rhythm. “Fuck, Natalia, I knew that you would feel good, but I had no idea that you would feel like heaven.”

I moan in response, unable to string any words together into a coherent sentence. Even though he’s only been in me a few minutes, I can already feel the muscles in my body starting to tighten.

I may be a virgin, but I still know what that means. “Oh, shit,” I manage to gasp out. “Fuck, you feel good.” Pleasure wraps around my spine and I feel my toes curl into the bed as I continue to move on him.

Dane is still cupping one breast, his fingers lazily twisting and pulling my nipple. Each time he tugs it, I feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through my body and I have to grit my teeth together. His other hand drops to between my legs and I feel him slowly trace my clit.

“Your sweet little body needed me, didn’t it, Natalia? You can’t deny the fact that you needed this. I’m the only one who can give it to you. Let me hear you say it.”

Desire courses through my body and I feel little bubbles of pleasure building up at the base of my spine. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, tearing my gaze away from his perfect face, and let my head fall back.

“I need you,” I gasp out. The words are true but I still can’t quite believe that I’m saying them to him. “I need you, Dane. Oh, fuck...” My voice trails off and I lose all ability to think as he presses down on my clit, making harder and faster circles around it.

Pleasure is already built up in my body, the pressure from it so intense that I feel like I’m about to burst in two. I keep moving on him, driven by the pleasure that I’m chasing. His cock slides against my g-spot with each movement, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, I’m so close that I don’t think I could pull back from it no matter what. I’m about to fall apart around him. My body and mind are both screaming at me to let myself go.

My mouth is open and I feel my body starting to go slack on his, but he does the work for me, thrusting up into me even though I don’t think that I have the strength to do it myself.

“Cum for me, Natalia. I need to feel you milk me dry.”

His hard cock slams into me and I know that I don’t have much more time to hang on. My nails sink deep into his chest, right where I tried to stab him a short bit ago, and even though I’m not sure that I’m ready, I feel myself fall over the edge.

It feels like light is suddenly exploding in my body, shooting through every cell that I have. I’m being torn apart, my orgasm more powerful than anything that I’ve ever experienced before. Gasping for air, I scream, his name pouring out of me like a prayer, and I can’t stop.

“That’s my girl!” He cries out and I feel his cock thicken in me, feel him finally release. It’s warm and filling and he keeps fucking me, keeps slamming deep into me as he takes me and makes sure that I’m broken into a million little pieces.

I’m never going to be put back together again.

My legs give out and I collapse to the side, not even caring what happens to me. There’s a fine sheen of sweat all over my body but it doesn’t matter. I stretch out on the bed next to him, my heart hammering away, finally rolling over to look at him once I feel like I’m not going to die.

“That was amazing,” I whisper, my eyes only half open. “I had no idea.”

He kisses me, pulling me to him so that my body rolls up against his. Already I feel his cock hardening as he presses into me and I half expect him to fuck me again, but he pulls back, his eyes locked on mine.

Immediately, I feel worried.

Maybe I wasn’t good enough.

Maybe he’s going to tell me that it was all a joke and he only fucked me to get out of the contract.

I shouldn’t care if that is the case, and I know it. I should be elated that he might do that. Sure, my father will be pissed, but I won’t be forced to marry this man.

This murderer.

I know who Dane Accardi is, but I slept with him anyway. I’m not sure what that says about me, but the fact that I want him to want me is what scares me. I shouldn’t want him like this. My brain is working against me, telling me that I just royally fucked up.

Moving quickly, I hop out of bed. “I’m going to shower,” I tell him, hurrying to the bathroom. As soon as I’m in it, I shut the door behind me and lean against the door.

He’ll come for me. He’ll be knocking on the door in just a moment, I’m sure of it. No decent man would let someone run from bed like that and not come to look for her.

But the knock doesn’t come and I have to remind myself of one thing. Dane Accardi is not a decent man.