Owned by the Italian Mafia Don: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 2)

Oh my god, she’s so fucking wet.

I push back until I’m settled on my knees, the stitches in my arm threatening to rip again, but I don’t care. Nothing will stop me from experiencing this moment, her body, the feel of her heat dripping onto my fingers, hearing her moans and cries. Nothing but death would render me.

Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, an alarm is ringing, the one that makes me good at my job, and it is reminding me that this is nothing but a contractual obligation being filled, the transaction finally coming to fruition.

I knew better.

I know the truth. I can’t lie to myself and if I’m honest, the moment I stopped lying to myself is when I walked through the door of O’Connor’s General Store. I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now.

“Ari,” she gasps my name and it’s heaven, a gorgeous song of harmonies.

I press my palm against her clit and her back arches, arms spread out across the bed, her body a cross and I’m the fire that’s going to burn her at the stake. Her fingers clutch the comforter, curling into tight fists until I wonder if she’ll rip the blanket.

I take in her entire body, writhing and her breaths soft whimpering pants as I play with her clit. “Look at you,” I praise her, my cock straining against my pants. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Your anger seems to have finally been silenced. Is this what I have to do to you, Tesoro? In order to get you to shut up, do I need to worship your body?”

She tilts her head back, stretching the soft column of her neck as she concedes to me easily. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice rising at the tail-end of the one-syllable word as I sink two fingers inside her. “Oh my god. Fuck!” she curses, looking down to watch me slide in and out.

“What did I say about cursing at me?” I remind her, stopping my movements. She grinds her hips, fucking herself on my fingers to get where she wants to be. I press my hand against her stomach to stop her. “You’ll take what I give you and you aren’t ready to receive anything. Not until I say.”

“Ari, please,” she begs, cupping her tits, kneading them with her fingers until the soft mounds are spilling between her fingers. “You feel so good. Please don’t stop.”

“You’re so agreeable when you’re like this, Rosie,” I say, gliding one hand down her thigh, then push her knee down until it hits the bed.

The view is spectacular.

I bite my lip, witnessing a dream coming true. I pull my arm back, my fingers showing her sheen and then disappearing to my knuckle when I slip forward.

“It’s the only time I’ll be agreeable for you, but once you stop touching me, game over,” she warns, eyes rolling to the back of her head when I curl the two fingers inside her.

“What a hardship,” I thrust forward “To have to always have you on your back.”

I slip the digits out, then suck them into my mouth, savoring her sweetness. “As sweet as ever.” It takes me back to when she fingerfucked herself in the chair in my office.

Sliding back, I take my pants off and let them fall to the floor in a useless pile. My cock slaps against my stomach and I wrap my hand around the length, giving it a long firm stroke. Her eyes settle on me, and they widen. Fear and excitement swirl in those conniving depths.

“I won’t fuck you tonight.” All I want to do is show her how good we can be together, but I’m not sure if she’s ready for that. I’ll take this at her pace. There’s no question that I want her. My skin already feels tight. Her body is portal of addiction and I’ve jumped in without remorse, my body now dependent on the touch of her skin and the whisp of her breath.

A fucking vixen.

“I don’t want to fuck you anyway.” She rears up fast, her tongue flicking out until she licks the tip of my cock unexpectedly. “It’s the last thing I want to do.” She peers up at me through those thick, dark lashes, her eyes innocent and curious, eager to please.

Oh, I really am obsessed with her like this.

She’s lying. She wants me, wants us, but what’s us without a little banter?

I bet if I told her to lie back and be quiet, she would. I think my wife might be a little bit submissive in the bedroom. Not by much because she’s too fucking mouthy for that which is just how I like her.

“Suck my cock, Tesoro. Let me see what that mouth can really do when it’s full.” I slide the sensitive tip over her lips, teasing her. The pre-come becomes gloss and she flicks her tongue out to taste it.

An unsure look lightens the fever brightening her cheeks.

“I need to tell you something.” She lies down on her back and turns her head to look away.

I climb over her, my cock settling between her legs as if it is made just for her. Not liking the sudden nervousness instead of the uncontrollable desire she felt seconds ago, I force her to look at me by gripping her chin.

“Talk to me, Rosie,” I keep the demand gentle.

“I’m afraid if I’m honest, you won’t want me anymore.”

I scoff with a crooked smile, then bend down and kiss her. “There’s nothing you can say that would ever make me not want you. I’ve wanted you the moment you walked into the club. I knew you had to be mine. I want that to happen in every way, but it can’t if you don’t communicate.”

She nods, staring at my chest and her finger gently traces the wound where her small knife landed. It’s not as tender as the gunshot wound on the other shoulder, but it still hurts when I overstretch it.

“I’m sorry.” Her brows dip as she analyzes the stab wound.

“It’s okay,” I forgive her easily. “I understand why you did it. Now, what is it that you need to tell me.” I settle even further between her legs by lying my body on top of hers, the head of my cock already pressing against the entrance, and I have to calm myself down when I feel her heat.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kisses the side of my throat, with a feather of pressure that has me groaning for her. She’s tentative, hesitant, and it makes the softness of her lips feel better than any other pair I’ve ever felt.

She gets to my ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and a shiver rolls down my spine. She has easily found one of my hot spots. Her breath is the sound of a distant ghost in the dark breezing against my ear. My cock slips from the tight hole of her entrance, gliding through her pussy lips until I rub over her clit.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, squeezing her until I think I might be hurting her, then let her go before I can do any real damage.

“I’ve never done this before.”

I freeze, slowly pulling away so I can see her face. Before I can think, my hand is wrapped around her throat again and I lift her by it until she’s mere inches away from my face. A possessiveness rolls through me and never leaves. A growl reverberates in my chest, rumbling low as if I have an animal hiding inside me. She gasps for breath as I tighten my hold, my cock pressing against her clit as she’s pulled closer to me.

The pleasure I’m feeling can’t be described.

“No one else has touched you?”

She holds onto my wrist and shakes her head.

“No other man has fucked you?”

“No,” she rasps, her voice strangled from the pressure of my hand.

“No man has ever tasted you?” I’m about to lose my mind. Every ounce of control I’ve held onto with her is hanging by a thread—a weak stranded thread.

I thrust my cock against her clit, igniting a groan from her, and I look down to watch the flared wide tip peek from below as I rut over her sensitive clit.

She cries out for me.

For. Me.

“No man has tasted me,” she finally answers.

I groan, rolling my head over my shoulders as I try to calm down. All her reactions, all of her moans, all of her fight, and her uncertainty is mine. It all makes sense.

“And no other man will ever touch you again,” I warn her, lying her back down until I’m settled over her again. My face is less than an inch from hers and I make sure she can see the intensity in my eyes, shining bright like a fucking beacon so she can’t miss how serious I am. “You are mine, Rosie. You’re mine.” My fingertips graze the soft curve of her jaw and I kiss her lips, the only man to have ever done so, and I whisper over them, “Tell me you’re mine.”

I hate to sound so desperate for her to admit it, to bend to my will, to give into her feelings for me. While her feelings might be messy, complicated, and tangled, they are still for me. Once I grab onto them, detangle each knot, I’ll steal her emotions for my own and I’ll never give them back.

“I’m yours,” she answers without making me wait, without torturing me with some smartass remark.

It’s how I know her defenses are down and she’s at her most vulnerable. How she feels now is how she feels about me, whether she likes it or not.

Her lips are dangerous, pulling me in as if she’s a siren singing a sensual song and I’m a sailor being lured into clutches right before she shows no mercy.

“I’ll take care of you,” I whisper between kisses. “But I still won’t fuck you.”

“Ari,” her tongue twirls with mine as if she’s trying to taste all my secrets. “Please. I’m ready. I want this. I want you. I’m done fighting you. Let me feel my husband.” Rosie reaches down between us and grips my cock, a little too hard and I hiss in pain. She lets go, an embarrassed red tint taking over her face. “It’s okay. Hey, it’s okay,” I say, taking her hand again and bringing it back to my cock. “I’ll teach you, Tesoro.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ve never—”

“—I know,” I growl in delight. “And I love that.” I wrap my hand around hers, carefully easing her fingers around my cock. I continue to add pressure until it feels so fucking good, I’m about to come. “Don’t move though. Don’t stroke me. I need a minute.”

“You do?” It’s adorable when she sounds surprised. Her eyebrows raise and her voice tilts with how absurd it must sound that I have no control with her.

“I do.” I swallow, tilting my head back and taking a large breath. “If you stroke me, if you move your hand, I’m going to come, and I don’t want to just yet.”

“Already? Aren’t men supposed to boast about how long they last?” she teases, staring curiously at my cock and I can tell she’s thinking about moving her hand. It’s like telling someone not to look and they can’t help but to turn around and make it obvious.

“Something you need to know about me, Tesoro,” I lift her chin with my finger. “I’m sensitive. Very sensitive, so yes, I come quickly, but I don’t flag. I stay hard and I can keep going, going, and going until you can’t take anymore.”

She swallows, lips parting as she inches closer to me. “So if I…lick,” her tongue flicks over the tip and I groan, burying my hand in her hair. “Will that make you come?”

“Stop testing me,” I grit, yanking her closer until the wide crown touches her lips.

She smirks. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” Her confidence wavers and she takes a deep breath, then she wraps those pink lips around me, having me curl over her and burying my hands in her hair.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I squeeze my eyes shut, relishing her touching me at last, and that’s when she sinks down further. She hasn’t even done anything, not really, and already I want to lose control. Leaning back, I gather her hair in my hands watch as her mouth parts, her lips stretching to accommodate my girth. “That’s it. You’re doing such a good job,” I praise, wanting her to know how good she is making me feel.

She hums, hollowing her cheeks to suck me down further and I hit the back of her throat. It’s all it takes for me to lose it. I don’t warn her. My orgasm hits me hard and quick. It’s intense, blurring my vision as I pour stream after stream into her mouth.

“That’s it. Oh, fuck yes.” I watch every expression cross her face as she tastes come for the first time. She whimpers, sucking me deeper and harder, swallowing every drop I give. “Such a filthy little mouth finally being put to good use.” I yank her head back, swooping down to capture her mouth. I don’t let her breathe. I’m too desperate to taste myself on her tongue.

I push her back and her eyes fall to my cock. I’m still hard just like I promised I’d be.

“Was that okay?” she whispers as I kiss down her body.

“Obviously,” I smirk against the smooth skin of her stomach. “Just knowing it was you made it feel better than anything I’ve ever felt,” I say honestly, my lips grazing her ribs and she gasps, burying her hands in my hair. “You were very good for someone who has never done it before. Next time though, I’m going to fuck your face until you choke on me.”

“Ari,” she groans at the same time I lick down her stomach.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you? You want to be my toy, Tesoro? Whenever I want, wherever we are, I’ll push you to your knees and make you suck my cock or maybe I’ll just bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you.”

“Yes! I want that.” Her body doesn’t stop wiggling, her hips swaying and rocking, doing their damnedest to try and get relief between her legs. She can’t stay still. Every sway of her body has me gliding my hand up her curves, clutching the soft mounds in my hand.

Kissing the apex of her thighs, the tip of my tongue creates a trail down until I’m settled right where I want to be. The sheets against my hot, aching cock feel good. The rustling movement adds just enough pressure to me to keep me on edge.

“Such a pretty girl,” I croon, blowing cool air against her shining clit, her entire pussy slick. I part her lips, admiring her, wondering how I got so lucky to be the first here.

And last.

I’ll make damn sure of that.

“Please,” she begs me again, her fingers pinching the blanket for leverage.

My mouth waters as I lean forward. She’s sweet as I take the first taste and like the feral beast I am for her, I need more. I need to be closer. I latch an arm around her hip and yank her closer to my mouth. I don’t want to be able to breathe. I want to struggle for air as I eat this delicious cunt. I growl in victory, feeling like I slayed five hundred men to have the honor of experiencing my virgin wife.

She’s sugar, a burst of sweetness giving me more energy. The more I have, the more vigorous I become. I lift her off the bed, lost in consuming her, diving my tongue into her depths while my free hand plays with her clit. The sounds coming from her fuel me, the kind that are loud and hurt the throat from the power she uses. She’s never felt this before, so it only makes sense for pleasure to be heightened.

Oh, it is fucking beautiful, and I never want to stop.

Lying her back down, I remove my tongue and suck on her clit, plunging my finger inside her hole. I finger fuck her, hard and unforgiving. I curl my fingers, rolling her clit between my teeth to give her an edge of pain and she cries out, grabbing my face to grind her hips against my face.

I hum in approval, wanting her to wrap her legs around my neck and fucking strangle me if it means being able to taste her orgasm.

“Ari. Ari, I’m going…I’m going to. I….” she stumbles over her words and her body jerks, her fingers grasp my hair, and she finally tenses. “Ari!” she cries my name and I reach down to wrap a hand around my cock, squeezing it hard like she did to stop myself from coming at the sound of it.

She has me too wound up. I’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for the fact I could keep going. If anything, it’s always worked in my favor because I can last for women to have multiple orgasms. It’s a burden I’m more than willing to bear.

Especially with Rosie. I’m never going to want to stop fucking her. Living inside her will be my new job, being buried inside her in the morning, afternoon, and night. Any free fucking moment I have, I’ll be buried to the hilt because I refuse not to feel the luxury of her body.

Unless she says no.

“You taste so fucking good.” I kiss her clit, easing my fingers from her, and climb over her, pressing my fingers between her lips. “Don’t you agree?”

She doesn’t do anything at first. She’s shocked, but then that greedy tongue wraps around me, sucking her come from my fingers.

I yank them from her mouth and cup the back of her head, pressing our lips together in a passionate kiss. We roll on the bed, and she tries to overpower me, like the brat that she is, but I pin her against the bed, my cock pressed against her. All it would take is one push, one thrust, and she’d be mine.

“Ari,” she whispers.

I lift her leg around my hip and situate, waiting for her to say something. I need confirmation. Fuck, she already feels so good. She’s wet, hot, and every moment I’m not inside her, I ache a little more.

My hand slides to her ass and squeezes, a moan spilling from her swollen lips. “I thought you didn’t want to fuck me,” I state, repeating what she told me earlier.

“I changed my mind.” Her nails gently scrape down my chest.

I curl over her, staring into her eyes and our breaths are heavy with anticipation. My forehead is hot, a sheen of sweat taking over my entire body and beading just above my brows. I might be experienced but this is different. I’ve fucked plenty of women but none of them were my wife who I’m about to feel for the first time.

“Eyes on me. Do not close them.”

“Why?” she gasps as I begin to inch in, spreading her virgin cunt with my cock.

“Because I want to see every expression that crosses your face the deeper I am inside you.” I push forward and both of us moan when I hit the barrier.

She whimpers, clenching around me naturally.

I grumble her name in warning. “Rosie.”

“You’re so big,” she winces. “Just give me a minute.”

“The more you talk like that—” I bite where her shoulder and neck meet, not too hard, but enough to let out my frustrations as I hold my orgasm as bay.

She giggles, nibbling my earlobe and I shiver.

“You’re trouble.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” I reply, wanting her to understand how serious I am.

I press forward, claiming her at last, and while she cries out in pain, raking her nails down my back, I groan in pleasure. Pressing my forehead against hers, I hold her close, waiting for her to relax.

“You’re doing so good, Tesoro.” I kiss the side of her neck, making my way across her jaw. “Look at you, taking my cock like you were made to. I know it hurts.” I skim my knuckles up and down her side, then decide to focus on something else to take her mind off the pain. Her nipples are tight, a perfect light dusty pink shade and I pinch them between my fingers, tugging lightly until the grasp her cunt has around my cock loosens as she groans. “Oh, good girl,” I praise her.

“Ari.”

The way she says my name softens my soul. She makes it sound as if I’m the most important person in the world—the only one in her world that can make her feel better.

Usually, my sexual conquests with women are quick, emotionless, and get the job done. I never cared to keep going with other partners. It wasn’t often I ever wanted to come more than once. I only ever wanted to scratch an itch, but with Rosie it’s different. I never want to stop. I never want to leave. Her wild personality has set its roots deep inside me and has taken over my veins. She’s spread throughout me, her presence growing every day, and I know if she ever decided to leave, nothing would ever grow in her place.

And while I’ve softened for her, I’m more protective and murderous too. I have more to protect now. I have more to kill for and I won’t ever be afraid to spill blood if it means keeping my wife safe in my arms.

I ease out slowly, glancing down to see the tiniest hint of blood. The sight of it has me wanting to lose control and fuck her so hard the headboard breaks. If it was anyone else, any other woman, I would have without care, but I don’t want to hurt Rosie. She’s too important to me.

“Okay?” I sound hoarse as if I just smoked a pack of cigarettes after drinking whiskey for hours.

“More than,” she groans, closing her eyes from the pleasure.

I snap my hips, driving forward which forces her eyes open at the same time. “What did I say?” I settle on top of her and squeeze her throat. “Look. At. Me.” I thrust my hips again, my cock plummeting into her. She’s mine now.

Her lips part as erotic whimpers spill from her, and she holds onto me, her fingers digging so hard into my arms, I know I’ll have bruises. The wounds on my shoulders sting but the pain isn’t enough for me to stop.

“Ari, oh, you feel so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

She seems so vulnerable. Every wall she’s created to keep me out has fallen and I plan to burrow my way in and never leave. I’ll break her walls every time and be there for them when they crumble so I can hold her in victory. She’s protective of herself. Always has been and I bet she always will be. It’s what makes her so strong but in this moment? It’s different.

She trusts me to take care of her.

I’m her protector now. “Fuck, Rosie. Your little cunt feels so good, Tesoro. I’m going to fill it up over and over again. You’re going to love it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she hisses, stretching her neck to the side and I kiss the sensitive side of her throat.

The familiar tingle threatens my cock, my orgasm growing with every stroke I give her. I groan into her ear, a bit breathless, letting her hear how good she makes me feel.

“Rosie! Fuck.” I lift onto one hand, pounding relentlessly into her while my orgasm crashes through me. I plant myself as deeply as I can, filling her for the first of many times.

And I keep going, fucking my wife through my come until she’s crying out for me, her muscles tightening around my cock.

She sags against me, her entire body shaking.

I flip her onto her stomach and drive into her again, my come making a mess between us, and I lift her head by her hair to smugly whisper in her ear, “I told you, I’m far from being done with you.”