Mafia Princess by Kennedy Slope

Chapter Two

“Stop it,” my new bride yelled as she tried to yank her arm away from his grip. I said nothing. I simply tightened his grip and walked through the reception hall and towards the elevator.

I knew that no one was going to stop us. My little wife could have screamed bloody murder, and not a single person was going to do anything about it. The hotel staff had already been paid handsomely by both the Blanchi and the Petrov families. A shootout could occur, and no one would have batted an eyelash.

“You’re hurting me,” Sasha said as I shoved her in the elevators. She tripped over her ridiculous dress, falling backward into the railing.

“I thought you wanted to leave,” I said.

She frowned at me and rubbed her wrist. Her dress had long, lace sleeves, but I could still see the red marks that my grip had left. If she had been anyone else, I might have felt bad about the whole thing. I lived by a code, and that included not hurting women.

The problem was, Sasha Petrov wasn’t just anyone. She was the daughter of my greatest enemy, a man who had destroyed my entire family. I might have done my part to broker a deal with Sasha’s father, which included our sham of a marriage. I may have been the captain of the Italian mafia in New York, but that didn’t mean my power was limitless.

“I did,” she said. Her lower lip, which was full and pink, trembled as she spoke. It was obvious that she was doing her best to hold back her tears. “I just didn’t think you’d manhandle me in the process.”

I shrugged. A part of me felt bad for Sasha. I hadn’t been lying when I said she looked like a child. She was barely eighteen. It didn’t help that her parents had dressed her to look like some sort of virginal bride being led to the slaughter.

“What makes you think you have any say in what I do to you?” I asked. I walked towards Sasha, pinning her to the wall and caging her in with my arms. Her blue eyes, which were the color of sapphires, widened in shock.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Her body trembled as I pressed my nose into her hair.

Sasha was a beautiful girl. Her long blond hair had been artfully curled around her face, and her makeup made her skin glow. She might be barely legal, but there was something about Sasha’s apparent fear that set my blood flowing.

I wanted to fuck her into submission. It was the only way I could currency fuck her father.

“Have you ever been with a man?” I asked. I pressed a kiss at the base of her throat, flicking my tongue out lightly to taste her skin. She tasted like sweat and vanilla, a heady combination of innocence and fear.

“What kind of question is that?” Sasha asked. Her hands were on my chest, and I knew she wanted to push me off of her.

I decided this was the perfect time to escalate things. I didn’t know a great deal about my new wife. Her father, Isaac Petrov, did a good job keeping her hidden away in his West Chester mansion.

She didn’t even attend normal schooling, so I couldn’t gather any intelligence on her.

The Petrov’s were known for being vicious snakes, and I wondered how far I could take things before my new wife bit.

“I want to know if you are worth what I paid for you,” I whispered in her ear before licking the outer shell.

At that moment, the elevator pinged, letting me know we were in the penthouse. I pulled away from Sasha and walked towards the room.

“Come along,” I ordered.

The women I was used to dealing with would have told me to fuck myself, so I was surprised when Sasha followed without too much fanfare. She looked slightly stunned as she walked into the suite I had procured.

I’d wanted to go back to my house and leave my wife to do whatever the hell she wanted. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that.

The Russian’s were old school. They wanted the deed done, and while I wasn’t one for forcing myself upon hapless teenagers, I couldn’t run the risk of my marriage to Sasha not being recognized. Too many people had sacrificed too much to make it happen.

“So,” I said, taking my suit jacket off and sitting on the couch. “You never answered my question.”

“What question?” Sasha asked. From the flush of her cheeks, I knew she knew exactly what question I was referring to.

I chuckled. “Have you ever fucked?” I asked.

“That’s vulgar!” she cried out.

I rolled my eyes. Sasha’s father owned at least a dozen strip clubs. He sold flesh like it was going out of style.

“I’ll take that as a no,” I said.

I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my dress shirt. Sasha’s mother, Katarina, had insisted on a full tux for the ceremony.

“Are you disappointed?” she asked. There was a bit of defiance in her voice. Nice to know she’s not a complete mouse, I thought. “Wouldn’t you send me back if I was…” I raised my brow, wondering what word she was going to use, “sullied?”

A snort of laughter broke through. Fuck, I thought. She really is a virgin. I was partially disappointed by that knowledge and secretly thrilled. I was in possession of Isaac’s most prized possession, and though we were now married, I knew the idea of his sweet daughter begging for my cock was fucking with the old man.

“Is that what your father told you?” I asked. “That letting a man touch you would be...dirty?”

Sasha’s cheeks flushed. “Can we not talk about my father and sex?” She whispered the last part as if sex were a dirty word.

“Take off your dress,” I ordered. I was done talking about her father. My dick was getting hard at the thought of how far I might be able to push Sasha Petrov.

“What?” she asked. The blush on her cheeks intensified. Her dress was a fluffy concoction of tulle that showed nothing of her body. I wanted it off. I hadn’t been lying when I said that I wanted to see what I had purchased.

While I had no intention of staying faithful to my wife, but I wasn’t going to be able to go out and fuck for the foreseeable future. That left my wife for me to play with.

“Take off your dress,” I ordered once more.

Sasha visibly gulped, but I noticed her hands going to the back of the gown. I smiled. My new wife did well with commands. It made my dick hard to think about how far I could push her. I hadn’t expected Sasha to be so compliant, and it was a welcome surprise.

I had thought that Sasha was someone I would have to break, but now, I’m wondering if I could mold her.

“You aren’t moving fast enough,” I told her.

Sasha swallowed heavily. Her nerves were evident, and for a moment, I felt bad. This probably wasn’t what she thought her first time was going to be like. Too bad, I thought. She’s a mafia princess. She was never going to have some sort of puppy dog love.

“It took three people to get me into this monstrosity,” she said. “I can’t just take it off.”

I sighed and propelled myself towards her. “I’ll help.”

Sasha’s face paled. She turned and rushed back towards the elevator. “I'll go and get my mother or my cousin. I’m sure that they will be more than happy to help.”

I got to the elevator just as she made a move to push the button. I grabbed her arm and pulled her tiny body towards me.

“Not interested,” I said.

Sasha’s breathing was heavy, and I worried that she would give herself a panic attack, which would kill the mood. I wanted Sasha’s fear, but I wasn’t interested in her terror.

“Relax,” I breathed into the shell of her ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I pressed a soft kiss to the side of Sasha’s neck. From the way that her shoulder stiffened as I started working on the buttons of her dress, I could tell that she didn’t believe me. I wanted to press her up against the elevator and vent my anger at this situation out on her, but I knew that she would never let me touch her again if I did that. I wasn’t interested in being married to a corpse.

“I told you that I wasn’t going to have sex with you,” she said.

I slipped my hand down her back. Half of her smooth, pale skin was exposed to me. The skin pimpled as I dragged a finger down her spine. I smiled to myself. Sasha had more of a backbone than I thought.

“And I’m pretty sure that I made it clear I don’t take orders from you,” I told her. It was the only warning I gave her before I ripped the rest of the buttons off her dress.

“You ripped my dress!” she asked.

Sasha turned around so quickly, giving me a scolding look, that she didn’t notice when her dress slid down her body. I did, though, especially since she was naked beside a tiny pair of underwear.

“It was in my way,” I told her. I moved towards Sasha. I wet my lips as I looked at her bare breasts. They were a lot bigger than I thought and topped with pink nipples standing at attention in the cool air.

Sasha seemed to notice that she was topless and started grabbing for her dress.

I pulled her toward me, causing her to fall towards me.

“Please,” Sasha asked. Her blue eyes were wide with fear, and I felt like an asshole.

“You don’t have to be scared,” I told her. I reached out and traced the outline of her cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you.” It wasn’t entirely true. Losing her virginity was going to hurt.

“I can’t,” Sasha said.

I sighed. This was starting to bore me. While I had no intention of being a soft, vanilla husband, I supposed I could fake it for one night. Reaching down, I hoisted Sasha up into my arms.

“What are you doing?” she asked. If possible, her eyes got even wider, and her breathing came out quicker.

“I didn’t carry you over the threshold,” I told her simply as I moved towards the room. Sasha didn’t want to have sex, but we didn’t have a choice. It was clear that no one explained that to her.

Laying her gently on the bed, I couldn’t help but admire her form. Sasha was beautiful. There was no denying that. And though I couldn’t even remember her middle name, my dick knew that it wanted to shatter her innocence.

I crawled towards her. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” I told her. I ran my hands up her milk thigh. I wasn’t lying. We needed to consummate our marriage, but I wouldn’t do it if Sasha were unwilling.

I suspected that I could make her pliant.

“I already told you I didn’t want to,” Sasha said. I pressed a light kiss to her shoulder. “You haven’t even tried it yet.”

She snorted. “This isn’t broccoli,” she retorted.

I leaned down and licked her nipple without warning. A gasp escaped her lips, and I smiled.

“I wouldn’t compare sex to vegetables,” I told her.

My fingers toyed with the edge of her panties. I was moving fast, but I knew that if I gave Sasha too much time to think, we would be here all night, and when her father’s men came to check, they’d realize she was as untouched as she ever was.

“It doesn’t matter what you would compare it to,” she said.

This time I reached out and toyed with her nipple. I rubbed the little bud between my fingers, watching as it went from pink to rosy red. I was eager to pull upon it and introduce my wife to a little bit of pain. But I knew she wasn’t ready for that, not yet.

“You’ve never been touched,” I told her. “You don’t know what to compare it to.”

I watched Sasha closely. Her throat bobbed up and down, and I could tell that she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” I asked. I couldn’t stop myself. I wondered if Sasha had ever pressed her fingers to herself in the quiet of her bedroom.

“What?” she asked. Her eyes, which had become hooded from my ministrations, shot open.

I released her nipple and grabbed her hand. I brought her finger to mouth, swirling my tongue upon the digit before releasing it. “Have you ever touched yourself?” I asked, as I brought her finger down between the apex of her thighs.

Sasha’s eyes widened comically as I maneuvered her finger to her clit. “Have you?” I asked once. Sasha’s breathing had quicken, but this time, I knew it was because of pleasure. I smiled to myself as I leaned down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over it before biting it slightly.

Sasha gasped at the action, and her thighs spread a little further. I wasn’t typically one for this much foreplay, but I also hadn’t ever been with a virgin.

Even I had to admit there was something heady about introducing Sasha to sex.

I placed a kiss on the tip of Sasha’s breast before sliding my tongue down her body. She was pliant now, the sensations wracking her body getting her out of her head. I smiled against her skin. It was time to take things up a notch.

“Has anyone ever tasted you?” I asked. I was face to face with the thin silk underwear she’d been wearing under that ridiculous dress. That dress hadn’t done her any favors.

“No,” Sasha said. She gasped as I did just that. I licked the fabric covering her pussy until I could see the outline of her lips through the silk. My actions caused Sasha to cry out and grip my hair. I smiled as I nibbled on her clit.

I hadn’t planned on doing much more with my wife tonight than fucking her and consummating our marriage. I hadn’t expected to introduce her to sex. But as her thighs closed around my head, and I felt her thighs trembling with the first flush of orgasm, I couldn’t deny how much enjoyment I was deriving from this.

I pulled away just as Sasha’s breathing started to hitch higher and higher, signaling her orgasm was approaching.

“What?” she asked. She looked dazed as her blue eyes looked down at me. “Why did you stop?”

I reached down and snatched her underwear off her body. She gasped at my actions, her eyes widening at the brutality of them. Sasha started to close her legs, but I reached between her thighs and spread them wider.

“Keep them open,” I ordered. “I want to see you.”

Once more, Sasha obeyed, and I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips as I thought about having the Petrov princess under my thumb.

Reaching down, I undid my fly, pulling my hard cock out. It was practically standing at attention.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she breathed out. There was fear in her voice even as her skin trembled from the orgasm I had denied her.

I reached down and tickled her clit. I wanted her to remember the sensations I could elicit from her body.

“Don’t think,” I told her. “Just feel.”

Sasha said nothing, but as I leaned down towards her, I knew that she was scared. I didn’t allow myself to care too much. I didn’t want to traumatize my new wife, but that was purely selfish.

Reaching down, I placed my dick at her entrance, trying not to groan as her wet heat sucked at me. Sasha might be innocent, but her pussy was practically dripping with want as I worked my dick inside of her.

“I don’t think this is going to work,” she moaned. “I feel too full.”

I smirked against her skin before I surged forward. I knew that my actions did hurt. I felt her tear as I took the last vestiges of her innocence. But it wouldn’t hurt for long.

Sasha was mine now, and there was nothing that she could do to change that.