Seized Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle
Mia
Lorenzo’s looking at me so deeply, so calmly, that I swear he can see into my soul. I should be nervous with the way he’s looking at me, but I feel calmer than I have in a long time. He’s breathing slowly and I reach out, resting my hand on his chest just so that I can feel it rise and fall.
“But are you sure?” I ask, adjusting my hand so that I’m pressing on his chest to keep him away from me. “Are you sure?”
“I’m more than sure and if you can’t see that yet then I’m obviously not doing a good enough job showing you.” He kisses me along the neck, making goosebumps spring up all over my body. “I obviously need to do a much better job.”
I can’t help but stiffen as he runs his fingers along the hem of my shirt. Before I can try to stop him or tell him that he’s lost his mind, he lifts my shirt, tugging it up, slowly, so slowly that I feel like I’m literally going to come out of my skin.
“So perfect,” he murmurs, tossing it to the side and pulling back to stare at me. “So perfect, so kind. So sweet.” He runs his teeth along my neck and I suck in a gasp, reaching for him without even realizing that I’m doing it. When my fingers find his hair, I grip it hard, pulling his mouth up to mine.
He kisses me like a drowning man would take in gulps of air. It’s like he’s never been kissed before and he can’t get enough of what I’m offering him. The way he feasts on my mouth makes me wet, makes my entire core shake even though he’s barely touching me. It doesn’t matter that I’m still mostly dressed, and so is he.
All that matters is that I can’t get enough of him.
“Lorenzo, do you mean it?” I ask, pulling back just enough so that I’m speaking right against his lips. Our lips brush each other and I feel him break into a smile before he reaches behind me and undoes my bra, flinging it to the floor with my shirt.
“I mean it and more.” He trails his hands up my stomach and cups my breasts, moaning with their weight. Before I can respond, he pulls back from me, scooting back so that he can drop his mouth to my nipples.
My back arches with the warmth of his mouth on my skin and I cry out, digging my nails into the back of his head. I want to hold him there, pressed up against me, forever. His tongue flicks against one nipple while he uses his fingers to play with the other. The sensation is incredible, almost overwhelming, and I suck in a breath, biting down hard on my lower lip to keep from crying out.
When he stops and traces his fingers along my body, I feel like I’m going to burst into flames. There’s something magical about the way he’s touching me, loving me, and I realize with a start that I believe him. As difficult as it has been to believe that he wouldn’t hurt me, that he’d protect me, I do.
My mind snaps back to the sensation of his fingers dipping down into the waistband of my jeans and I’m suddenly pulled from my thoughts, no longer able to think anything coherent.
“Lay down,” he commands, panting. The longing is clear in his voice and I do what he asks without question. As soon as I do, he unbuttons my jeans and begins shimmying them down my legs. I help him, raising my ass, my eyes locked on his gorgeous face the entire time.
“You are fucking perfection,” he tells me, running a line of kisses from my chest down my stomach. My muscles all tense at his touch and I buck my hips up at him, wanting him to touch me. “I can’t believe that you’re mine.”
I can’t either.But there’s no way in hell that I’m going to tell him that.
I’m breathless as he hooks his fingers into my underwear and slips it off of me. Before doing anything else, he grabs my thighs and slowly pushes them apart.
What the hell is he doing? My body is tense, so aware of every one of his movements that I can hardly handle the fact that he isn’t touching me right now. When I look down at him, I see the look of pleasure on his face and a gasp catches in my throat.
“Such a perfect little cunt,” he tells me, reaching out and tracing his fingers across my flesh. My body stiffens at the touch and a small moan escapes my lips. “Such a perfect little cunt, all ready for me.”
Slowly he dips his fingers into me, testing me, and my muscles respond, tightening on him as he probes me from inside. There’s nothing that I can do to make him speed up. He’s taking his time, feeling me, testing me, and I can’t stop him or hurry him up.
“You have no idea what I’d do to protect this cunt,” he says, then slips down between my legs, his tongue warm and demanding when he licks me.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, arching my back, reaching down for him. My hand finds his shoulder and I dig my nails into his skin, looking for something that will ground me. I might hurt him, but I don’t care right now, and he doesn’t act like it hurts. Instead, he moans, locking me again, his tongue flicking against my clit, his fingers slipping back inside me.
I close my eyes, tipping my head back and trying to breathe normally. Every part of my body is tight, like a spring, and ready to explode with the pleasure radiating out from where he’s touching me. I’m not going to be able to hold it together for very long.
I know that.
“Lorenzo,” I moan, shifting a little under his touch. “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Good.” He lifts his head just enough to look at me before licking me again. “I want to make you cum now, then again on my cock. You deserve to feel good, Mia, to feel how amazing you are.”
I’m about to argue but he’s sucking on my clit, rolling his tongue against it, the pressure building up in my body so quickly that I stiffen, unable to stop what’s about to happen.
“Holy shit, Lorenzo,” I manage to gasp out. “You feel so fucking—”
I don’t get to finish that sentence because he pushes me over the edge after winding me so tightly that I feel like I’m going to splinter into a million little pieces from the sensation of his tongue on me. My mouth drops open and I tighten, my entire body consumed with the pleasure of my orgasm, my heart racing.
“Fuck!” I scream, bucking up into his face. With his free hand he grabs my hip, pinning it down to the bed, a growl slipping from between his lips as I grind into him.
Then I’m spent and he pulls from me, kissing up my body until he reaches my face. When he kisses me, I let him, his tongue swirling into my mouth, making me taste myself. It’s intoxicating, and I reach for him to pull him closer, but he slips from the bed, stripping, his eyes locked on my face.
I swear, the sight of his cock bobbing in the air between us makes my mouth water and I sit up, reaching for him. I want to suck it, want to feel what it’s like to have him slam back into my throat, but before I can touch him, he’s on the bed, grabbing me. When he takes me by the hips and flips me over, I cry out, but before I can argue, he’s notched at my opening, his cock straining to get in.
“You’re such a good girl, Mia,” he tells me and I moan, pressing back to try to make him slip in me. I want to feel filled up with his cock and I can’t do that when he won’t give me what I want. “Such a good girl. Sometimes, though, you need to be my whore.”
He grabs my throat and squeezes it, letting go right when I’m about to cry out that I can’t breathe. When his fingers trace down my sides before he grabs a breast and squeezes, I gasp, the air forced out of my body by the grip he has on me.
“My good little whore,” he commends, thrusting forward just enough so that his tip enters me. I feel my body responding and try to push back again, but he has his other hand on my hip, holding me in place. “I want to feel you milk me dry, Mia. I’m going to knock you up.”
“Holy fuck,” I pant. My body is covered with a fine sheen of sweat but I don’t care. All that matters right now is getting fucked by this gorgeous man and giving him what he wants. I press back on him again and this time he lets go of my hip right as he thrusts forward to meet me.
“Fuck!” He cries, and I echo the word, my fingers digging into the blankets on the bed to try to keep me from falling over. He’s huge, filling and splitting me, but that doesn’t stop me from finding my rhythm against him. It hurts as he plows into me, but the pain is exquisite and bright, mingling with the pleasure he’s giving me and I find myself panting, my arms trembling as I try to hold myself up.
“Take every drop,” he grunts, slamming into me. One hand is still playing with my nipple, the other drop around my side to my clit. When he touches it, I stiffen, still sensitive from my last orgasm, but he either doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care.
“You’re so tight,” he murmurs, his fingers making lazy circles around my clit. “So tight, so warm. And all mine. Who knew that you had the most magical cunt?”
His words wash over me and, even though I’m trying to keep my rhythm, I feel myself faltering. It just feels so damn good. Tiny bubbles of pleasure explode all over my body and I already feel like I’m going to cum even though he hasn’t been in me that long.
“I’m close,” I manage to stammer out. My eyes are closed and I focus on the sensation of his cock thrusting in and out of me. He’s hitting all of my spots, the sensation overwhelming. “I’m not going to be able to last, Lorenzo!”
“Don’t you dare cum yet.” His voice is hard and even though I’m pretty sure that I was about to fall to pieces, I gasp, my eyes flying open as I try to do what he’s commanding. “Not yet, Mia.”
Gritting my teeth, I try to focus on keeping it all together. It’s hard. Each thrust of his cock, each motion of his fingers, each time he moans a little as he enters me, it’s all pushing me higher and higher. I’m binding up tight like a piece of crumpled paper, but instead of flatting me out and trying to save me, he’s going to rip me into a million little pieces and let them blow away with the wind.
I’m not going to hold on much longer.
My muscles start to tighten on his cock and I feel my body tremble. “Lorenzo,” I say, his voice a warning that slips from my lips.
“Now, Mia.”
I don’t know if I’m listening to his command and doing what he asked or if I simply can’t hold it all together any longer, but I scream, the sound ripped from my throat as my body finally gives over to the pleasure that’s been tearing through it since he thrust his cock into me.
I’m falling apart, my head buzzing with pleasure, my body singing as my orgasm rockets through me. I’m aware of Lorenzo behind me, and I can feel his cock in me as he releases, but I’m so spent, so exhausted from what just happened, that my arms give out and I fall down on the bed.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, my ass still up in the air. Lorenzo rubs it and spanks it hard, making me yelp in surprise and a bit of pain. “Holy fuck, Lorenzo.”
“You are amazing,” he tells me, leaning down to give me a kiss. He’s slipped from me and gently pushes me over so that I’m on my back. “Amazing. And mine.”
“And yours.” I say, my eyes already closing. I want to get up and shower, maybe have something to eat, but I honesty can’t even move right now. I feel like all of my energy has been sucked out of me, but it felt so incredible that I don’t care. I want it again. I want Lorenzo again.
Scratch that. I just want Lorenzo.
