Mafia Boss’s Arranged Bride by Bella King
Chapter 23
Annika
“Do you want me to wash your hair for you too?” I ask, only partially joking as Nikolai examines the bottle of shampoo like he’s certain it’s rat poison.
His green eyes find me, something different, something needful, glistening in them as he looks me over. “I wouldn’t mind you bathing with me. We sleep together, and everyone thinks we’re dating.”
“But we’re not,” I remind him, holding up a warning finger even as excitement stirs in my stomach.
“Reality barely exists in this place. We’re so far removed from it that sometimes I think to just let it go entirely,” he says, leaning forward so far that I’m afraid he might fall over onto me and crush me under his huge slabs of muscle.
My breathing is reduced to short breaths, and I’m struggling to find words to express the insanity of what he’s suggesting. I can’t just shrug off the responsibilities that I once had and fall into his charm like I don’t know any better. Surely, that will end in even more suffering, and I think I’d crack if I had to endure much more.
I take a slow step back, but my ass finds the concrete wall behind me, and it digs into my skin through the cheap white dress I was given after my first night here. Nikolai’s breath is hot against my forehead, and his body seems to generate more heat than a gas fireplace in close proximity.
Sweat drips down the crevice of my back, running down into the crack between my cheeks. I’m afraid to look up at Nikolai should he decide that it’s an opportune moment to kiss me. Even at the thought, my lips part, and my cheeks glow red.
Shame – that’s all I can feel for being aroused by him. He’s not the man I was supposed to marry, but he’s the only one who made me feel this way. Months ago, when my hand was finding that blissful rhythm in front of the mirror, he was the one I thought of. Now, he’s the one pressing me back into the wall, threatening to take the purity from me once and for all.
“You want me,” Nikolai says, his voice so deep and earthy that it barely sounds like him. There’s truth in his words, more than there should be, but I’m not sure I’m ready to admit it to myself, much less say it to him.
I open my mouth, but they’re met with two fingers, shoving deep, touching my tongue, and almost making gag from the suddenness. I close my mouth on his fingers but not to bite them. I taste his skin, rolling my tongue over his knuckles as I suck them deeper into my mouth. I’ve never given a blowjob before, but I’d imagine I might be good at it with how deep I can take his wriggling fingers.
Nikolai’s free hand glides down my waist, not hesitating for a moment as he reaches the hem of my dress and flips it up so that he can gain access to the hot mound between my legs. I’m wet, so much so that I can feel it slide down the inside of my thighs. I’m unable to hide this from him.
I gasp as his fingers find the wetness, pressing into my pussy and sending a sudden jolt of thrill through my body. An unfamiliar touch is welcomed by my body more than I expected it to be, and I find myself leaning back further and pushing my hips out to give him more access to my simple cotton panties.
“We should get these off,” he says, pulling his fingers out of my mouth with an audible pop and lowering them to my thighs. He tugs at them, testing my will to keep them on. When I wiggle my hips to help him remove them, he yanks them down so hard that the fabric catches at my hip and crackles as the seams pop.
“You ought to know better, teasing me like that,” he grumbles.
I wasn’t teasing him. I didn’t do a damn thing, but he’s going to act like I did to justify railing me in the bathroom when we should be leaving. We hardly know each other, and he’s not the man I’m supposed to be with.
I doubt he cares.
“Such a sweet whore,” he grumbles, pressing his fingers into the lips of my pussy and spreading them slowly.
I can feel my sticky wetness making his fingers slippery like the sugary dew inside of a honeysuckle. I can smell the sex, the primal urge that courses through me, pumping me full of life and longing. I feel alive, and that’s a new feeling because these past few days have rendered me a depressed shell of the woman I used to be.
The emotional hole in my heart is quickly patched up, if not just temporarily, by the warm flutter of excitement in my belly as Nikolai strokes my clit with his finger, gently rubbing me into a flurry of once impossible physical sensations. I sigh and gasp at the work he does between my legs, barely able to stay standing, held up only by the rigid wall behind me.
I roll my head back, my neck popping from the tension in it as I push my hips even more toward Nikolai. I hear his belt jingling and handstitched leather slapping against the wool of his slacks, but I don’t look. I already know what he’s preparing to do. I may be inexperienced, but I’m not so foolish to think that sexual touching doesn’t lead to sex itself.
My body is more than ready for him, even if there’s something in my head screaming at me to stop being so selfish. The years of growing up taking orders instead of acting out of my own interest make even the smallest acts of egotism a guilty occasion.
But when guilt is paired with unspeakable pleasure, the combination is like hot caramel drizzled over fresh vanilla ice cream. As sickly sweet as it is, I’d never be able to resist taking a bite.
“Look at it,” Nikolai says sharply, retracting his hand from my sopping pussy and drawing my attention to the thick member swinging between his muscular thighs. His testicles hang below it, stretching the skin of his sack like heavy billiard cue balls.
I have the desire to hold the weight in my hand and to feel his power, but I’m too amazed by the sight to move my hand. Part of me fears he’ll slap it away, but I know that he’d not protest to my hand wrapped around his hot shaft.
I hear a chuckle and look back up to see Nikolai’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Take it in your mouth,” he says. “I want it nice and wet when I put it inside of you.”
He takes a confident step back, and I drop to my knees, my kneecaps hitting the hard floor with more force than I had intended. I can feel the shock through my thighs, vibrating up into my pelvis with the certainty of what I’m about to do. Time feels unreal, and my life is like a chaotic swirl of flustered emotions.
It’ll take years to process the events of this week, but there’s excitement to be found in the overwhelming nature of hitting the gas and plowing into life with reckless abandon.
Nikolai grabs my hair, pushing my head toward his crotch. His cock prods against my cheek, slippery precum causing it to slide across toward my lips. I open them, accepting the head of his manhood, eager to taste the forbidden flesh.
“Suck it,” he says, his voice throaty and urgent as he moves my head over his cock, causing me to drool and gag on it.
I open my mouth further, marveling at the thickness of his penis as it moves against my tongue. I was expecting it to taste different, perhaps have its own flavor for some reason, but it’s a pleasant neutral taste.
The feeling of his soft, stretched skin moving over my lips drives up the giddy feeling of arousal in my pelvis, and I can’t help but reposition my knees on the hard floor to spread my legs. My head bobs on his cock as I touch myself, and I’m completely lost in the fantasy of being used by a stranger again.
“God, that’s good. You’re even better than I thought you’d be. I hope that doesn’t mean you’ve been sucking other cocks,” Nikolai grumbles from above me.
His possessive words send a chill through me. I feel like I should be slapped for even thinking about being with any other man but him. I wish he’d do it. I wish he’d punish me for thinking about other men even before I knew him.
I take his cock out of my mouth just long enough to reply to him. “Only you.”
He grabs my shoulders right before I’m able to take him deep in my mouth again, pulling me off his cock and to my feet. It’s so quick that I get dizzy, the rush of blood to my groin so powerful that it seems to pull it all out of my brain.
“Turn around,” Nikolai commands.
I spin quickly and lay my hands against the wall, bending over just like I’ve done so many times in my dreams. My entire body is buzzing with excitement, and I can feel my wetness rolling down the inside of my thighs. This is the moment I’ve been anticipating ever since I laid eyes on the man I couldn’t have.
But now I have him.
I feel the heat of his throbbing cock against my ass as he lifts my dress. My heart thumps so hard in my chest that I imagine it struggling to escape out from between my ribs.
“Hold tight, princess,” he mutters as his hands find my ass cheeks and spread them.
For a moment, I’m worried he’ll go in the wrong hole, like somehow all of this fantasy will be for naught as I slap his dick away and tell him to take his tricks elsewhere. But those concerns are washed away instantly as the head of his cock pushes into my pussy, stretching me and parting my lips with his power.
I gasp, my short fingernails scraping against the wall as they try to find a grip there. The French manicure I had for the wedding is ruined, just like everything else in my life, as Nikolai steals me away once and for all from the man I was supposed to marry.
It’s so wrong, but I no longer care to be right.
Beautiful waves of sinful pleasure roll through me like the clouds of a vicious storm, bringing with them a heightening sense of purpose and a complete lack of inhibitions. I’m infinite, capable, and I deserve every last drop of pleasure I’m receiving. I drink deeply from the fountain of bliss because it might be the last time I ever drink at all.
Nikolai presses me against the wall, pushing harder and deeper with every feverous thrust. His need is greater than mine, and for the first time, I realize how much he’s held back since we first came here. Remembering all the touches, the subtle reflections of greed and lust in his eyes, I become aware of how badly he wanted me.
Now is his chance, and he’s certain in his movements, unabashed in the way that he claims me as his own. The connection between us is deliberate and raw, beautiful and pure. Our souls touch through flesh, and ecstasy is the only possible consequence.
My nipples are so firm and erect that they ache. As though Nikolai can read my physical sensations, he wraps his hands around my ribcage, cupping them and squeezing them in his hands to relieve the pressure of arousal.
A moan escapes my lips as he buries his cock to the hilt, and it’s followed by a rush of hot blood to my face. I’m glad that he can’t see how flushed and swollen my face is from the stampede of emotions and sensations trampling my insides. I want him to feel me, but I don’t want him to witness my body as it surrenders to his actions.
“I knew you wanted me,” Nikolai grumbles into my ear. “And I knew I was going to have you, one way or another.”
He punctuates his sentence with a hard thrust, sending a thrilling jolt of pleasure through my core. I arch my back, letting my mouth fall open so that I can breathe more air. I can’t get enough. My heart is hammering like a triple shot cappuccino.
The waves build quickly, coming up as a tingle in my cold feet but warming as they reach my thighs and burning when they enter my lower stomach. Nikolai pumps his hips faster, coiling up the spring inside of him simultaneous to mine.
We’re both going to explode.
I rock back and forth as much as I can when I’m plastered against the wall. My hands feel the roughness of the concrete, and my insides feel the hardness of his cock, but it seems as though I melt around him, conforming to the rigid and harsh world like a liquid being, being the pillow that Nikolai presses himself into.
He shudders right before he cums, his entire body tensing, his fingers sinking into me like he’s holding on for dear life. My climax can come no sooner than when he pumps his cum inside of me. I can orgasm on my own, but with him inside, the release of tension comes when he releases his, and the waves finally reach the shore in a deafening crash.
Colors flash beneath my eyelids, an unexpected light show to accompany indescribable physical sensations. For a moment, my body is drenched in so much bliss that I can’t feel a thing. Then, in soft waves, I float back down to reality, breathing hard and shivering once Nikolai pulls out.
“Thanks for helping me find the shampoo,” he says, as though he didn’t just press me against the wall and fuck me like the world was going to end.
I take a moment to collect myself, the drip of semen from between my legs beginning as my body is unable to hold in so much of his cum. I smile to myself. This is my first time.
“Want to get cleaned off together?” he asks, the squeak of the tired shower knob indicating that he’s not waiting for a response.
I push myself off the wall, turning to face him. His chest is still rising and falling rapidly from the physical strain, but he breathes slowly and deeply, completely in control of his body as he turns the shower on.
The pipe protruding from the wall stutters and groans before a thick stream shoots out and splashes against his chest. “Come,” he says, pulling me into his warmth.
We shower together.
