Saved Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle

Gavin

She might not want to admit it to me or to herself, but Clara is turned on.

Audrey. Whoever. Whatever she wants to call herself right now, the fact remains. She wants me as badly as I want her.

I don’t know what to call the woman standing in front of me but I do know that she’s about one breath away from making what she would probably consider a terrible decision. Her pupils are huge, her breathing is shallow and erratic, and I can practically feel desire washing off of her in waves.

She might want to pretend that she doesn’t want me, but she’d be lying to us both, and I can tell.

“Now,” I say, making her eyes snap up to mine, “you were going to kill me. How are you going to make it up to me?”

She looks panicked and tries to move away from me, but I step forward, pinning her against the bed with my hip. My cock is so hard that I can feel it throbbing in my jeans and she must also. A soft moan escapes her perfect little mouth and she gives her head a little shake.

“Come on, darling,” I say, bending my head so that I can lightly brush my lips against the soft shell of her ear, “you were going to hurt me after I saved you. I think that you owe me an apology, don’t you?”

Again the moan, this time more strangled, but I’m not surprised when she reaches up and plants her hands on my chest. Her fingers dig into the muscle there as she tries to ground herself. I’ll let her take a little bit longer, to decide what she’s going to do, but then I have things to do.

“Tell me that you’re sorry.” I whisper the words to her as I run my hand from her cheek down her neck, tracing my fingers along her collarbone. She’s thin, too thin, but I’ll take care of that. Right now I just have to be careful to make sure that I don’t accidentally break her. I want to love her and make her feel good, not snap her in half.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice is so soft that I almost don’t hear her. In fact, I feel the words whispered against my cheek more than I hear them, but I nod anyway.

“Good girl. Now tell me how you’re going to apologize.”

Her body stiffens, but then she reaches up with one hand, resting it on the nape of my neck. I feel her nails dig into my skin and I suck in a deep breath, fully prepared to handle things if she tries to hurt me again, but she’s tipped over the edge from sanity into desire.

Her mouth crashes onto mine and I grab her hip, pulling her body hard against me. Our tongues tangle together and she runs her hand from the nape of my neck around to my jaw, tracing it while we kiss.

It’s obvious how much she wants this, and I’m going to give it to her.

“Strip,” I command, pulling back from her. She’s panting, her eyes wide, but she does what I ask, her fingers quickly yanking that fucking stripper lingerie down to around her feet. When she kicks it away I grab her by the hips and toss her onto the bed.

I’d fuck her in that silly piece of clothing but I want more from her. She’s not a stripper, no matter how much she thought that she had to pretend to be one. I want the real her.

“What are you going to do to me?” She asks, scooting away from me and propping herself up on some pillows. “I’ve never...”

Her voice trails off. I have my belt halfway off, but I stop and stare at her. Did she just say what I think she just did?

“You’ve never what?” Fuck, if my sweet girl is a virgin then I don’t think that I’m going to be able to handle myself. The thought of being the first one to fuck her is delicious and I run my hand over the outline of my cock as I wait.

Her eyes flick down at the movement and she gasps. When the little pink tip of her tongue run along her lower lip I feel like I’m about to come out of my skin.

“Are you a virgin?” I ask, grabbing her ankle and pulling her towards me. She lets out a squeal and tries to kick me but I grab the other foot as well, pinning her to the bed. “Answer me, Audrey.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t call me that, okay? I’m not her anymore. I killed her when I left home and I don’t want you to call me that.”

“Fine. Clara. Are you a virgin? I need to know, darling, because what you tell me now is going to have a huge impact on what’s going to happen next.”

She doesn’t want to tell me. That much is obvious but I honestly couldn’t give a shit about what she wants right now. Biting her lower lip, she nods and I feel desire crash through me.

“Nobody’s fucked your cunt?”

“No.” Her voice is a whisper.

“Has anyone touched it? Licked it? Make you cum?”

She shakes her head, bright spots of color in her cheeks. I don’t give a shit that she’s embarrassed, this is working out even better than I ever could have thought.

“Fucking hell, Clara, that’s something I love to hear.” I yank her again and she lets out a squeal as her ass hangs right at the end of the bed. Her cunt is right there, all pink and perfect, and I drop to my knees to worship her, licking slowly up her slit one time before sinking my fingers into her.

Her muscles tighten immediately and her hips buck up. Her breathing is airy and she gasps as I reach up with my other hand to feel her breast. Her perfect little nipples are both hard and I groan, my cock throbbing in my jeans. I need this woman, need to spear myself into her, but I’ll wait.

For now.

“Fucking hell, you taste good,” I tell her, nipping along her inner thigh. The sensation makes her cry out and I lick her again, my tongue flicking against her clit. Every movement I make makes her hips jerk up into my face and I love it. Growling, I hold her down with one hand, my other fingers still deep in her as I stroke her g-spot.

This isn’t going to be enough for me, but it will hold me off for a while. I still want her—still need her—but I’ll be able to wait a little bit longer for her.

Her fingers twist in my hair as he hips slam up into my face. “Fuck, Gavin,” she cries, and the sound of my name on her lips is enough to almost push me over the edge. I suck her clit, taking my time, then lick her again from top to bottom, enjoying how she writhes against me as I do.

“It feels so good,” she pants. “It feels...”

I don’t know how it feels but I have a pretty good guess when she suddenly tightens, her whole body going stiff on my bed. I don’t think that I could pull my fingers from her now if I tried, all of her muscles are clamping down on them like she can’t control herself.

She screams, the sound echoing through the bedroom as I continue to lick and finger fuck her. With my free hand I reach up and caress a nipple before twisting it, her body rocking up to meet mine. A thrill runs through me when I realize that I’m the only person to ever make her feel good like this. I’m the only one to know her body like this, to know what will make her scream and arch her back.

I want to be the only person in the world to be able to push her over the edge.

But she still owes me.

Standing, I lick my fingers as I watch her face. It’s twisted but she slowly relaxes, exhaling hard as she comes down from her orgasm. A moment later, her eyes open and she locks them on me even though her gaze is a little fuzzy.

“That was amazing,” she says, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “I had no idea.”

“That was for you,” I tell her, yanking my belt through the loops and throwing it to the floor. “But you still owe me, Clara. What are you going to do about it?”