Bought Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle

Dane

Something drove me here. The desire to stick my cock in some warm pussy is almost overwhelming, but as much as my brother wants to do that right now, I have something else that I want to do instead.

For years I’ve stayed away from Natalia, knowing that even getting close to her was going to be a mistake. She’s too young for me, untouched, and not technically even mine until our wedding night.

So what drew me here? Why the fuck am I standing in her dining room, interrupting the latest dinner I’ve ever witnessed? My eyes flick from Mario Gallo to his daughter. She’s much more interesting to look at than her father, and is staring at me with a mixture of disgust and hate.

It’s obvious from the way she’s looking at me that she’d just as soon see me die as standing in her house, and I grin, walking towards her to speak to her.

“You’re looking wonderful tonight, Natalia.” She is. It’s not a lie. I’ve been keeping my distance from her since I bought her so that I don’t do anything stupid. At first, it wasn’t a problem. She was young, way too young to understand what was happening to her and what was going to happen to her, but in recent years I’ve been avoiding her so that I can let her finish maturing.

Like a ripe fruit, she just needed a little time to be perfect for me.

But she’s eighteen now. Her birthday came and went without a party to mark it, and now all that I need to wait on is our wedding day.

Her face twists into an angry scowl, but it doesn’t make her any less attractive than she already is. She has a full mouth with pouty lips that I want wrapped around my cock. Her thick brown hair is wavy and falls halfway down her back, and I have a sudden urge to fist it and twist her body so that her mouth is pressed up against mine.

My cock thickens in my jeans at the sight of her and I reach down to adjust myself. Her eyes flick down to where I’m grabbing my cock through the fabric, but she doesn’t say anything. She just watches, disinterest and anger mingled on her face, and I have a sudden urge to wipe the expression from her face and make her really pay attention to me.

“Don’t be rude, Natalia,” her father hisses. “He told you that you look nice.”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she tips her chin higher to show him that she heard him but isn’t going to glorify anything he said with a response. I love it.

Mario twists his napkin in his hands and looks from me to his daughter, then back. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Accardi,” he simps, “Natalia is just tired tonight and seems to have forgotten her manners.”

“I’m not tired of anything besides this charade,” Natalia finally says, waving her hand between the two of us. She keeps looking at a spot right between my eyes like she can’t quite force herself to make eye contact with me. “This is exhausting. This bullshit.”

“Natalia!” Her dad makes a move to come closer to her, but I stop him.

“Mario, you’re excused. I’d like to speak to your daughter alone.”

He stops in his tracks, looking at me and then back at her before hesitating. “You know that the deal isn’t for you to have her until you are married, correct? You can’t just take her on a whim.”

The man is probably about to piss his pants speaking to me like that, and I almost smile at him. Almost. “Mario. Leave.”

Her gives me a nod and only glances at Natalia once before he turns and hurries from the room. As soon as he’s gone the room is filled with anger and Natalia turns on me, her eyes still locked right between mine, her hands clenched into fists at the side of her body.

“Why are you here?” She spits. “Isn’t it enough for you that you’re going to marry me in a few weeks? Did you come here to gloat?”

“Not at all.” I close the gap between us swiftly, pressing up against her with my hips so that she’s pinned against the dining room table and can’t move. This close to her I can smell her. It’s intoxicating--the perfume and sweat mingled together, the fear and anger that I can sense coming off of her.

“You can’t touch me.” Four words that I’m sure are supposed to make her feel strong, but I hear the undercurrent of desire in them. I know that she wants me. Her lips part slightly and her cheeks flush as she continues to avoid eye contact with me.

“Look at me,” I command, reaching out and taking her chin in my hand. Her skin is warm and she gasps at my touch, but she still won’t look into my eyes. “Natalia. Look at me.”

A slight pause and I think for a moment that she’s going to fight me, but she finally does, sighing a little bit like she’s resigned to her fate. Her gorgeous blue eyes lock on mine and I stare into them.

“Are you still pure for me?”

She tries to twist her chin out of my grasp but I don’t let her move. “Natalia. I asked you a question. I’m going to check on our wedding day and I want to know if you’re going to disappoint.”

“Of course I’m pure. Who the hell would I have fucked?” She shoots the words at me in anger but I grin at her.

“Do you touch yourself at night?”

There’s a beat of silence between us and she gives her head a little shake. I don’t believe it, not for one second. Someone like Natalia is too fucking gorgeous to keep her hands off of herself.

“I hate liars, Natalia, and I’ve gotten really fucking good at knowing when someone isn’t telling me the truth, so let’s try this again. Do you ever touch yourself at night?”

Her face is pale. All of the rage that had tinted her cheeks pink drained out of her when I pinned her up against the table. She can feel my cock pressed into her, I know it, but she isn’t trying to shift out of the way.

“I have,” she finally admits, her voice so quiet that the words are just for the two of us. It’s private in here, like the rest of the world has fallen away and we’re the only two people left on the planet. I want to be her entire world, and that’s exactly what I am right now.

“Do you like it? Do you scream when you cum?” Slowly I let go of her chin, and when she doesn’t try to jerk away from me, I trace my fingers down her neck to where her pulse is beating. Pressing my fingers against it, I feel how hard her heart is working as she tries to stay in control of her body and her emotions.

“It feels good,” she admits, but she doesn’t answer my second question.

“So you scream.”

Beat. Beat. Beat. It’s faster than it was a moment ago and I know that she’s trying to think of a way out of this, but there isn’t one. Natalia belongs to me and I’m going to know everything that there is about her. She won’t be allowed to have any secrets from me. I’m going to tear her open and pick her apart until I know everything, and only then will I put her back together again.

“I can’t be too loud or my father will hear.”

“And you don’t want daddy to know that you touch yourself.” I nod. “Makes sense. But at my house, you can scream all you want.”

There goes the pink blush in her cheeks again.

“In fact, Natalia, when I take you to bed, I’m not letting you out until you scream. Do you understand that? I’m going to make you cum so hard that you forget your name, that all you can do is scream out like a wild animal.” I let go of her pulse point and trace my fingers along her jaw.

My cock hurts, I’m so hard. I know that as soon as I get home, I’m going to be jacking off to the thought of her sweet little body writhing under mine. But I’m a man of my word, no matter how hard that is right now. I’m not going to take Natalia for my own even though I’m convinced that I could bend her over the dining room table right here and her father would be afraid to stop me.

“I hate you.”

“Dilated pupils. Shallow breathing. Flushed cheeks.” Taking a step back from her, I stare at her, trying to really see the woman that I’m going to marry. It’s been so long since I bought her that I haven’t really stopped and looked at her in a while. I want to see what I’m going to be married to in just a few shorts weeks.

“What are you saying?” She crosses her arms on her chest, but not before I notice her nipples poking through her shirt.

Grabbing her arms, I pin them at her sides, then trace my thumb across one point, groaning a little in my throat as I do. “I’m saying that you want me to fuck you, Natalia,” I tell her, watching her face as she tries to keep herself composed. “I’m saying that you have done everything that you can to build me up in your mind as some bad guy, but you can’t help but want me.”

“I hate you.”

“I’m fine with a hate fuck,” I tell her, finally stepping back to get some breathing room between the two of us. “I’m fine with slamming my cock into you until you scream while the two of us hate each other. You’re going to love it either way.” I eyeball her, trying to decide how far I can push her. “Touch yourself tonight, Natalia. Practice your scream, because it better be good.”