Seized Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle
Lorenzo
It takes two days for Johnny to get back to us with all of the information that we need to start moving on Damon and Taylor. The entire time I’m itching to just put a stop to this now, right here, by myself, but I hold back, knowing full well that it will be better if we take everyone out at once.
The last thing that we need is for any of these assholes to be tipped off as to what’s coming and make a run for it. Roaches like them can live a long damn time under ground, hiding out until it’s finally safe for them to come back out.
Mia walks past me then turns to look at me. I’m on the sofa in the living room, reading through the plans for the local building just to make sure that I know what’s going on. It wasn’t difficult to reach out to the construction company doing the upgrades just to make sure that we had the newest blueprints.
With a little persuasion, people are usually more than happy to hand over whatever it is that you want.
“Do you want coffee?” Mia hesitates in front of me, her weight on her front foot like she had to really focus hard to get herself to stop here and talk to me. “I thought that I’d make some.”
“Coffee sounds great.” Flipping the folder shut, I put it to the side on the sofa and stand up. She looks nervous and she takes a small step away from me. “Let me help you.”
“I know where things are,” she says, scurrying away from me into the kitchen. Interested, I stand in the doorway to watch her.
Now would be the perfect time for her to try to poison me. I don’t keep anything in the house that she could use to hurt me, of course, but she doesn’t know that. There are more than enough unmarked boxes sitting around under the sinks that I’m interested to see if she’s going to try to use any against me.
She doesn’t, and in a few minutes, turns to me, two mugs of coffee in her hand. As she walks across the kitchen, her toe catches on the tile and she pitches forward, her arms straight out in front of her. She has a decision to make, and she drops the mug, catching herself on the floor at the last second, then crashes all the way down.
“Mia. Are you okay?” Hurrying to her, I grab her and pick her up, cradling her against my chest before letting her find her feet. There’s coffee splashed across the floor and both of the mugs are shattered. She turns her face up to look at me and I’m shocked to see tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” she gasps out, pulling away from me. “Please, don’t hurt me!” Dropping to her knees, she grabs the closest piece of a coffee mug, then reaches for another, but I haul her up to her feet by her armpits.
“What are you doing?” She doesn’t want to look at me, so I push my face right in front of hers and ask again. “Mia. What the hell are you doing right now?”
“I’m fixing it! Don’t be mad. It was an accident, I swear.” Her body trembles and she won’t look at me, even when I cup her chin in my hand and force it up. “Lorenzo, I’m sorry.
I kiss her. My mouth crashes onto hers and she stills for a moment before her lips part. When she does, my tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting and probing her, and she lets out a soft moan that disappears into my mouth.
Reaching up, I fist the back of her hair, pulling her head to the side so that I can nip my way along her neck up to her ear. When I nibble on it, she sucks in a gasp, her body tight and hard as she presses herself up against me. Her hands run along my arms, down my sides, then she grabs me, pulling me to her.
I kiss her harder. All of the desire that I have for her has been built up in me, all pent up and locked up while she figured out that she belonged to me. The smell of coffee is almost overwhelming but it isn’t so strong that I can’t still smell her.
“I want you,” she whispers, her nails digging into the back of my neck. Groaning, I grab her and pick her up. Immediately, her legs wrap around my waist and I stumble from the kitchen, carrying her down the hall to the bathroom.
I have to have her.
She lets out a breathy gasp when I toss her back onto the bed, but immediately pushes herself up so that she’s staring at me. Her eyes are dark but there’s a brightness to them—excitement and longing mingled together—something that I haven’t seen on her face before.
“Do you have any idea how fucking bad I want you?” I ask her, crawling onto the bed and pinning her against the mattress. “Any idea at all how much I want to stick my cock in your sweet little cunt until you fall apart and shatter into a million little pieces? How much I want to be the only man to do that to you, the only man who knows how to put all of your pieces back together again?”
She whimpers and I grab her shirt, pulling her up to sit so that I can yank it off of her. As soon as it’s gone, the bra follows, my eyes locked on her chest.
Her perfect breasts tease me and I dip my head, taking a nipple into my mouth. It peaks when I lap my tongue against it and Mia moans, grabbing my back and digging her nails in through my shirt.
“You have to strip,” she pants, pulling at my clothes. Sitting up, I let her unbutton my shirt and slip it off of me. Her hands run across my chest, her nails lightly tracing circles on my skin, then she kisses me again, her mouth hungry against mine.
Laying her back down, I pull her pants off of her, dipping my finger into her sweet little cunt before bringing it up to my lips to taste. Her eyes fly open when I do, her breathing quickening.
“You’re delicious,” I assure her, kissing down along her stomach. Goosebumps break out all over her skin and her muscles tighten at the feeling of my warm breath on her body. “You’re sweet and new. You’re mine, Mia. All mine.”
I think that she’s going to respond, but any words that she was going to try to form die in her throat when I tug her panties to the side and run my tongue along her slit. Automatically, she arches her back, her cunt pressed up into my mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she pants, but I do, slipping a finger into her so that I can massage her tight inner wall. “Please, Lorenzo,” she gasps, grabbing my hair like she’s going to be able to force me back between her legs. “It feels so good.”
“Just wait,” I tell her, pulling my finger from her. I lick her taste off of it, then sit back, unbuttoning my pants and yanking them down. When I kick them free, I fall on her, my cock hard and ready, and she moans when she feels it pressing against her opening.
“Tell me that you belong to me,” I say, then lightly caress a breast, my fingers trailing over the nipple before I twist it hard enough to make her eyes fly open. “Admit it to yourself and promise it to me. You are mine, Mia. Say it.”
“I’m...I’m yours!” She sucks in a breath and I let her breast go, my fingers dancing down her flat stomach to her sweet cunt once more. My cock is notched at her sex and she struggles on the bed, trying to work her way down so that I’ll have to enter her.
“You’re mine now and forever,” I tell her, inching forward a little. She’s soaked, both from desire and from my tongue, and my head slips into her just enough to make her close her eyes and bite her lower lip. “I want to hear you say it, Mia.”
“I’m yours. Now and forever.” Her voice is strangled but she manages to force the words out. “Please, Lorenzo. I want this. I want you to make me feel good.”
As much as I want to hear my girl beg me all day long to fuck her, I thrust forward, slipping neatly into her tight cunt. Mia screams, her nails sinking into my shoulders as she grabs me and tries to hold on.
“You’re so tight,” I tell her, peppering her face with kisses and brushing some hair back from her forehead so that I can get a really good look at her. “My perfectly tight little virgin.”
She nods, her teeth so deep in her lower lip that the skin around them is starting to turn white.
“Look at me when I fuck you,” I command.
Her eyes fly open. She’s panting, doing her best to hold onto me even though she has to know that I’m going to ruin her. Nothing that she does now will save her. She belongs to me. Forever.
I move in her, my cock filling her as I thrust deeper than before. Each time I do, she shakes under me, every nerve in her body screaming for some release. After a moment, she finds her rhythm, thrusting back against me as I move in her.
“So perfect,” I whisper, kissing her. “So tight. You’re just what I wanted, Mia.”
She’s beyond being able to speak now and she just moans, her head thrown back, her neck exposed. I bend my head down and bite her, my teeth sinking into her perfect skin.
“Lorenzo!” She screams out my name as I feel her muscles tighten even more on my cock. My sweet little Mia likes a little pain with her pleasure, and I bite her again, my teeth clamping down hard on the soft flesh of her breast.
She doesn’t sound human. Her body shakes under mine as she tightens into a neat little ball before breaking apart into a million little pieces. I feel it happening, feel her cunt tighten hard on my cock, and I release into her, unable to control myself any longer.
I want to fuck Mia. I want to cum in her. I want to see her pregnant and swollen with my babies.
With her muscles so tight I know that I can’t pull out of her so I slam deeper into her, making her scream again.
“Fuck, Lorenzo!” Her body bucks under me and I hold her down, letting go of her breast so that I can pull myself up to her face and kiss her.
When I do, she grabs the back of my neck, pulling me to her so that she can kiss me back, her breath hot and demeaning as she comes down from her orgasm. When she’s finally relaxed enough for me to pull from her, I do, then roll her over and curl up behind her, tossing my arm over her hip.
She’s still panting but her breathing slows a little. I feel drunk, or dizzy, and I close my eyes, enjoying the warmth from her body.
“Lorenzo,” she says after a bit, her voice so quiet that at first I think that I’m imagining things, “that was amazing.”
“Get used to it,” I say, propping myself up on my elbow. “This is your life now.”
