Saved Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle

Clara

“What are you doing?” I shriek as Gavin scoops me up and stands. He’s so strong that I can’t fight him—I’ve already learned that—so instead I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hanging on.

This close to him I can smell his amazing cologne and I feel a little guilty when I take a big whiff and let it wash over me. He’s so sexy, but also so dangerous. I’m terrified just being near him but at the same time, I don’t want him to leave me behind.

“I’m showing you how much I want you since you apparently won’t listen to a fucking word that I say.” His voice is thick with desire and even though I have my face nestled in his neck and can’t see the expression on his, I already know what he’s going to look like.

A set jaw. Dilated pupils.

“You can’t,” I say at the exact same time that my core twists and heat flames between my thighs. “Gavin, you can’t!”

“I can. If this is what gets it through that thick head of yours then I’m willing to do whatever it takes. You think that this is a joke, Clara? You think that I honesty don’t want you so much that I’m willing to destroy any man who tries to take you from me? Let me show you just how badly I want you. Let me prove it to you.”

“But I’m a virgin!” The confession falls from my lips before I can stop it and I freeze, terrified to even breathe. He heard me, I know that he did, but he doesn’t say anything right away and I can feel panic coursing through my body. “Gavin?”

“I heard you.” He paused in the hall for just a moment but is already moving again, faster maybe, even though I’m not sure if that’s possible or if it just feels like time is starting to spin out of control. “I heard you, Clara, and I’m going to make sure that you’re glad that you waited all this time for me. I promise you you’ll love this.”

My heart slams in my chest and I can feel an argument rising up in me but I can’t seem to form the words that I might need to make him stop. At the same time, I realize that I don’t want him to stop.

This isn’t how I imagined my first time going, but I don’t want to back down from it. I suddenly want him more than anything in my life and the tight feeling in my chest disappears when I think about what it will be like.

Only I don’t have time to wonder before we’re in the bedroom and he puts me down gently on the bed. Gavin stands over me, his eyes dark and full of hunger as he stares at me and I look back at him, lifting my chin up a little bit so that I feel braver than I really am.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he tells me, reaching out and running his fingers from my jaw down my neck, across my collarbone, and finally tracing them around my breasts. I suck in a breath at the sensation of his fingers on me. They feel good. His touch feels good and every cell in my body screams for more from him.

“I want you to feel good, Clara,” he continues, stripping from his clothes. “I want you to understand that I’ll do anything for you.”

I hear what he’s saying but my tongue is now stuck to the roof of my mouth as I watch him strip. His muscles all twist and band as he moves and I have to work hard to tear my eyes from his abs just to look back up at his face.

He’s grinning at me like he knows exactly what I was just thinking.

Asshole.

“Do you trust me?” He’s fully naked now, his cock out and hard and I want to reach for him to feel it again like I did once, but instead I just nod. My arms are so heavy that I can’t seem to move them so instead I just stare at him like I’m stupid. “Good girl,” he tells me, kissing me. His tongue dances slowly against mine and I can’t help the moan that rises in me at the sensation. “You’re so good, Clara. You deserve to be taken care of.”

Before I can stop him, he’s pulled back, his hands quickly yanking my shirt up and over my head. It’s chilly in the room and I shiver once as he undoes my bra and tosses it behind him. A moment later, his mouth is on me, his tongue teasing my nipple as his thumb grazes my other one.

I moan, throwing my head back and digging my fingers into his hair to hold him in place. I don’t want him to stop, but he finally does, slowly kissing down my stomach to my jeans. It feels like my skin is on fire, like I’m about to come apart at the seams, and he’s barely touched me.

“You tasted so good before,” he murmurs, undoing my jeans and pulling them down. “It’s all I can think about.”

Without realizing what I’m doing, I help him, lifting my ass off the bed so he can finish stripping me. It happens so quickly that I’m not sure what’s going on, then his mouth is on me, my thighs pressed hard around his head. He moans into me as he sucks and licks me and I do the same, my eyes closed as I fall back on the bed.

He could do this, just this, for the rest of the day and I’d be a happy woman, but he stops, lifting his head up to look at me.

“I want you, Clara, but I want you to want me. I won’t make you take me if you don’t want my cock in you.” His fingers sink into me as he speaks and I try to answer him, but all that comes out is another moan. “Tell me that you want me to fuck you. Tell me that you want me to show you how good you can feel when someone is taking care of you.”

I nod, my fingers twisted in the blankets. “I want you to fuck me,” I finally gasp out, although how I manage to speak, I’m not sure. Just admitting it to him feels good and I lay back on the bed when he climbs up, picking me up and centering me so that I won’t fall.

“So fucking perfect,” he tells me, licking his lips. Without thinking, I reach up and run my hand across his cheek, tracing the scar that runs from by his eye all the way to his chin.

It’s thick and knotted, just like I thought that it would be, but he’s still the most gorgeous man that I’ve ever met in my life. He stills when I touch him and I suck in a breath, running my fingers along his lips until they part.

“What happened to you?” I ask him. I feel like I’m barely breathing, my voice is so soft and breathy.

He’s not going to answer, I know that he’s not. He’s going to pull away from me and leave me here on the bed naked and alone, but instead he bends down, his lips crashing onto mine. I kiss him back, looping my hand around the nape of his neck to hold him in place as I feel him push my legs apart with his knee.

A moment later, he’s notched against me, his huge cock pressing at my opening. I want to shift and squirm to make him enter me, but he’s obviously perfectly happy waiting there for a moment.

“I want you,” he tells me, grabbing my neck so that he can have my attention. My eyes snap right to his and I can see the desire written in them. “I want to make you feel good, Clara.”

“Please,” I whisper, reaching down and raking my nails across his skin. I’m overcome with the desire to hurt him, to fight back, but not because I want him off of me. I want this to feel incredible and I suddenly need to take control.

He grins at me and slams forward, slipping inside of me and filling me so suddenly and so completely that my jaw drops open and I cry out, rocking my hips up to meet his. It feels like there are tiny explosions going off all over my body as I cling to him, trying my best to keep from falling apart already, but I tremble, digging my nails into his skin to hold on.

“Holy fuck,” I hear someone whisper, and then realize with a start that it’s me. “Holy fuck, Gavin.”

“That’s what I was thinking.” He stills for a moment and brushes my hair back from my forehead. “You’re so tight, Clara, like your sweet little cunt was just waiting for me. All for me.”

He kisses me and thrusts again, the two of us coming together in a way that blows my mind. I rock under him and he swears, running a line of kisses along my neck before he bites me, the sensation enough to make me feel like I’ll come out of my skin.

“I want you so bad,” he tells me, whispering in my ear. His hands and mouth are everywhere and I feel like I can’t keep up. Everything that he’s doing to me is going to send me over the edge and I rock under him, grinding myself up against him as his huge cock slips in and out of me.

I had no idea that it would be like this. I’m sure that I’m going to hurt him by clawing at him, but I don’t care. It’s like I need to hang onto him for safely, like I have to cling to him or I’m going to shatter way too soon.

“You’re mine,” he tells me, pulling back a bit so that he can look at me. I gasp as he stills, slowly pulling out of me, his tip resting at my entrance.

“Please,” I whisper, squirming under him. This entire time I’ve felt pleasure building up and up in my body and now I’m right at the edge, teetering there like all I need is a single breath of air to push me over and he’s holding it back from me.

“Please, what?”

He’s enjoying this. I see it written all over his face. He wants to hear me tell him what I want him to do to me, and God help me, I’m going to because I don’t think that I can handle it if he doesn’t give me the one thing that I want so badly from him.

“Please make me cum.”

I say it and close my eyes in embarrassment, half expecting him to laugh and refuse me, but he kisses me.

“Good girl,” he tells me, then he’s thrusting into me and I’m screaming as each movement of his body binds me tighter into a little ball before throwing me over the edge of a cliff to shatter into a million little pieces.