Mafia Boss’s Arranged Bride by Bella King

Chapter 26

Annika

The wind blows hard outside, a sheet of freezing cold air sliding across the floor as I wrap myself tighter in my blankets. The safehouse windows are old and drafty, and sleeping here on the final night has been nearly impossible. Not only am I anxious about what we’re going to be doing tomorrow, but I’m also freezing my ass off.

I curl up into myself as the wind howls.

I can feel Nikolai’s body heat on the other side of the bed, and I’m tempted to just turn over and grab onto him to leech some of his warmth. Though, after what happened in the shower, I don’t know if that’s the best idea. Sleeping in the same bed as him with all that tension between us has been interesting, to say the least.

I feel like even though we should’ve gotten it all out in the shower, it’s arisen with a vengeance in just a day.

Fuck it.

As I turn over, I slide myself closer to him as he faces me, still asleep and unbothered by my movements. I settle down into his chest a bit, almost able to feel the heat rising off his skin in real time.

It feels absolutely incredible.

I’m so jealous of his ability to not get cold in this place. I creep my body closer to him, our hips just misaligned with our height difference. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, and the exposed skin of his arms feels so soft and warm against mine as I pull him closer.

He groans a bit, and as I wrap my legs around his, he wakes up a bit. “Hey… what are you doing? Are you okay?” he asks sleepily as he orients himself to the liminal cast of the light from the streetlamps.

I recoil a bit at his question. “Yes, I’m fine, just freezing,” I whisper, slightly embarrassed now. I feel my cheeks turn red as I consider how awkward and needy I must seem to him.

“Yeah, you really are cold. Come here,” he replies, and he wraps his arms around me and brings me even closer to him.

The heat of his body and his skin smell amazing, and I cling to him for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of him. I’ve never been this close to a man before, or anyone, really. Our kiss was the first kiss I’ve had since I was in high school, and unlike that kiss, it felt so deliberate, so intentional. He really wanted to be kissing me.

God damn, he smells so good. I don’t even think he’s wearing cologne or anything, but he’s absolutely intoxicating. A small moan of satisfaction escapes me. “Fuck, I’m sorry, that was weird,” I say, wishing now more than ever that I had just chosen to be cold and miserable.

“It’s okay,” he says low under his breath. “You can’t be making sounds like that if you expect me to just go to sleep, though,” he says.

I feel a pulse growing in my panties, and I begin to panic. Am I ready for this to happen again? Is he going to judge me for wanting him so soon after the first time?

“Okay, I won’t,” I replied stupidly, my heart pounding in my ears.

“Maybe I don’t want to sleep anymore.”

My blood burns.

Without another word, he slides his hands down to my hips and brings them closer to his. I whimper unintentionally as I feel his hard cock through his pants, and my whole lower body feels as though it is melting.

He lifts one hand to my forehead and brushes my hair out of my face as he kisses my forehead, then my cheek, then my jaw. The sensation of his mouth on my skin, on my body, sends shockwaves throughout my entire body to pieces and places I didn’t even know existed.

I moan quietly again, this time with more control and intent. He lifts my head to meet his, and I can feel him smiling as he kisses me deeply on the lips. Slowly at first, he eases gently into sweet, wet kisses as he starts, then I feel bites followed by his tongue in my mouth.

He tastes so good, every kiss creating a greater need for more and more. As he bites my lower lip, the heat in my belly grows hotter and more insatiable, spreading down to my clit and clearing a circuit further down my legs. I am becoming completely incapacitated by lust.

His kisses leave my mouth and move back to my neck, where he hesitates only for a moment before he begins to work his way down. I’m wearing a t-shirt with no bra, and he begins to lick and bite my nipple through my shirt as I squirm against him, too transfixed by the feeling of his mouth on me to beg him to lift my shirt.

In my head, though, I am damn near crying for him to strip me naked and fuck me hard as he bites and sucks marks into my skin, claiming me as his and his alone.

As if he can read my thoughts, or he is just very experienced, his hand slides under my shirt and finds my swollen, puffy nipples, alternating sides as he continues with his mouth. The sensation is almost unbearably overwhelming as he strokes me with his fingers.

I pull myself closer to him still, almost pressing him into my chest.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he whispers, lifting my shirt above my breasts. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says before his mouth finds my skin again. As he tastes me, I hear him moaning a bit. I’ve never heard a man sound so vulnerable, and it is enough to make me wild with need.

His hand slips down from my chest to my belly, then to my shorts ,where he finds my slick, aching pussy through my panties. My thoughts grey out temporarily as he touches me, feeling through the fabric and the soft flesh of my labia for my clit. I open my legs wider, pressing my hips into his hand as he strokes me.

More moans escape me, and he covers my mouth with his free hand. “Shhh, we need to be quiet, okay?” he says in an almost patronizing manner, as if I’m a simple woman, a little brat.

Part of me is tempted to moan louder so that he will punish me, though I’m unsure what that punishment would even be. I am more than willing to find out. I’ve read stories of women who enjoy being punished during sex, and at first, I thought it was weird or a little bit pathological. But right now, all I want is for Nikolai to grab me, turn me over onto my belly, and spank me for being a needy, loud bitch.

After tormenting me for a few moments, he moves my panties to the side, exposing my dripping wet pussy as he slides two fingers inside of me. I immediately moan louder than I have the whole time, both from a lack of self-control and curiosity to push the boundaries.

What if we did get caught? How would I feel about that?

As he fingers me slowly, he comes back up to my eye level and holds me close, moving his whole body as his fingers go deeper into me. He begins to kiss my neck again as he rubs the inside of my vagina, waves of warmth ascending to my chest as I move with him, demanding more and more of him until he moves back down and presses his mouth to my pussy as he continues fingering me harder.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, completely unconcerned with who might hear me at this point. The landscape of nothing in my head begins to explode with color like I’ve been awakened from a thousand-year coma. The waves build higher and higher until I know I am done; it is over. I relent, and as my orgasm washes over my body, I close my thighs involuntarily around his head.

He continues as my clit throbs in his mouth, slowly now as I convulse with pleasure.

Without missing a beat, he returns to me, kissing me with my own taste on his lips and tongue. Though jarring, the act of tasting my own pussy on someone else feels like pure sin, and I am overtaken by it. We kiss deep and long at first, building more and more into near violence as he climbs on top of me, pulling my panties off completely as he removes his pants.

I’m trembling uncontrollably now, I have never needed something more in my life, and I have never even had anything like this before. I grab onto his back and pull him closer, my fingers sinking into his back muscles like I’m trying to tear them from his bones.

At first, he teases me, with only the tip sliding between my slick labia as he kisses and bites my neck and shoulder.

This infuriates me, and I pull him closer until he relents and slides his cock into me, only about three inches before I cry out.

“Does that hurt you?” he asks, breathing shakily as he steadies himself above me.

“No, it’s just… it feels tight,” I say, trying to make sense of how something uncomfortable could be so pleasurable. It was the last time, and even now as he stretches me, it’s pure bliss.

I’ve never, ever felt this way about any person, not even close, and now that this person has me, he will make sure I feel every stroke, every inch, every profane dream I have ever had in real time.

He slides in a bit further, stretching me more as I claw into his back and press myself into his chest; more moans from us both as he does.

He places his hand over my mouth again. “You’re going to get us into trouble,” he whispers as he thrusts just a bit harder and deeper. He’s tormenting me, and he knows it.

I bite his hand playfully, the bratty seductress in me emerging and taking me over with a vengeance.

“You’re going to be that way, huh?” he growls in my ear, sliding deeper and deeper inside me until my eyes roll back and I scream into his hand. His other hand finds a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck to him, where he bites me back.

Slower now. He slows his pace, careful to make sure I feel every bit of him as he fucks me, to make sure I know the exact moment I become his princess, his whore.

I can hear his breathing growing more ragged as he gets closer and closer. When he’s almost about to cum, he slows down. “Here, get on top of me,” he says, grabbing my whole body and throwing me on top of him, his cock still inside of me.

I can feel him pressing my cervix, and the sensation is a blinding combination of discomfort and pure ecstasy. I’m sitting upright on him now, and in a moment of rare confidence, I remove my shirt completely, exposing my pale breasts to the dim, eerie light of the room.

He reaches up and feels them, and I press my body into his hands as I grind him harder. “God, fuck, you feel so good,” he moans as I go slower, lowering myself to his face and nestling my face in his neck as I slide myself up and down.

For a moment, I stop, and I just gaze into his eyes, the jade green of the daylight replaced by the depth of the darkness of night. He stares right back, and an ineffable gravity closes the space between us as our lips collide once more. He grabs my hips, moving me harder and faster until I no longer require his guidance.

I go up, so high up, bouncing on his cock as I climax. It hits me hard, so unexpected, and yet so powerful and sweet. I convulse on top of him, moaning so loud that now I’m certain everyone will hear.

He cums with me, pumping his load between my hips and allowing me to make noise until the very last drop is out of him. Only then does he cup his hand over my mouth and pull me back down into the sheets, burying me under his warmth and guiding me into a quick slumber.

What was once a dream is now a certainty. I’m falling hard for Nikolai, harder than I ever thought that I could.