Dark Mafia Bride: An Arranged Marriage, Secret Baby Romance (Mafia Vows)
Dark Mafia Bride: Chapter 20

The look in Mirabella’s eyes as my words wash over her is… priceless. Her pupils dilate, and a soft breath escapes her lips.

“Ettore…” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

“You want this,” I murmur, gently tracing her soft lower lip with my thumb. My other hand replaces her waist, pulling her even closer. “You want to touch me, and you want me to touch you.”

A breathy moan escapes her lips when I lean down to kiss her neck. My teeth graze the delicate skin at the base of her throat, and she tilts her head back, inviting me for more. I bite the spot again, firm enough to leave a mark. My mark. She trembles and arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice filled with desire. “I want you. Teach me.”

“Then let go, Mirabella,” I urge, my lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Let me show you just how much I want you, too.”

Her breath catches, and I can see the fire in her eyes ignite. “I’m ready, Ettore. Just…don’t stop.”

With that, I pull her even tighter against me, savoring the moment, knowing we’re teetering on the edge of something electrifying.

My hand clamps down on her waist as I push her backward against the closed door. The moment her back comes in contact with the door, my right hand comes down to the front of her dress, and I squeeze her breast through the silk material.

A tiny noise escapes her mouth, a sound that makes me grow hard in an instant. I never knew that it was possible to be in a perpetual state of arousal, but that’s the way it’s always been ever since she got into my house, into my bedroom, into my life.

Just then, I feel her pull the band off my ponytail, releasing my hair in waves. A groan slips past my lips as her hands slip into my hair. Just the feel of her nails scraping against my scalp makes me want to go crazy. She controls me, and she doesn’t even know it.

I should stop this…we should stop. But I can’t stop. I’m like a dog on a leash, doing only what she wants. And I know she wants this.

One hand slides between her legs, trailing upward slowly until my hand is buried under her dress. She leans back slightly, panting against my mouth, her fingers still tugging and twisting my hair. I pull her dress up farther just as my knuckles brush against her clothed pussy.

“You’re wet,” I whisper, running my hand along the seam of her lace panties, brushing the edges of the fabric. I press the heel of my palm against her mound. It’s swollen and ready for me. It makes me ache deep in my bones just thinking about it, thinking about her wetness coating my dick as I push inside her.

But today isn’t about me. It’s not about what I want.

Mirabella gasps for air against my mouth as I push her panties aside and slip two fingers inside her. The sight of her flushed cheeks, her dazed eyes, her trembling body…it’s more than enough for me.

“Is this what you want?” I ask her, my voice low and rough as I pump slowly. In and out. In and out. Her fingers dig into my scalp, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the sensations swirling inside of me.

“Yes,” she breathes. “I want…I want to touch you…please.”

“Ladies first, Bella,” I say through gritted teeth as my fingers begin to move faster.

Inasmuch as I want to teach her how to please me, I can’t stop touching her. I don’t want to stop. I don’t want the sounds of her wanton moans and whimpers to cease. I want to keep feeling her wet walls clench around my fingers.

When my thumb replaces her clit and begins to draw circles on the sensitive nub, she pushes her hips downwards and begins to grind against my fingers. Her breathing quickens, and when I notice her knees giving out under her, I wrap my free arm around her waist to keep her on her feet.

“Oh…Ettore,” she gasps when I add a third finger. I circle her clit faster and she lets out another moan.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmur into her ear. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her eyes are half-lidded now. She bites her lower lip as one hand slides into my hair again.

I pump her again. Once, twice, and when I curl my index finger deep inside her, her body bucks off the door, and she shudders violently as she comes undone.

“That’s it, Kitten,” I murmur, pumping her slowly now as her body spasms. “Let go.”

When she collapses against me, a chuckle leaves my lips, and a shocked gasp leaves hers when I lift her body in my arms and carry her to the bed.

“Get some rest,” I say, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You always get sleepy after an orgasm.”

“No,” she whines, and when I drop her on the bed, she quickly drops down from the bed. “You said you would teach me how to touch you. I want to touch you.”

A sharp breath leaves my lips as she steps directly in front of me. “Tell me what to do, Ettore. Tell me how you would like me to touch you…”

An image of me grabbing the back of her head while I fuck her mouth flashes in my head, and I shake the thought away. I’m too aroused now, and I know that the moment she touches me, I’ll lose the little control I’ve been trying so hard to grab onto ever since our wedding night.

But when she presses herself flush against me and begins kissing my neck like I kissed hers earlier, all rational thought flies out the window. I’m completely lost within this woman, and nothing in the world matters except for this. For her.

She reaches down and slips both her hands underneath my T-shirt. A sound between a sigh and a groan slips out of my lips as her fingers caress my abdomen up to my shirt.

“I see you want this,” she murmurs. “So teach me.”

A humorless chuckle leaves my lips, and the next thing I know, I’m doing exactly what she wants. She watches raptly as I undo the buckle of my belt, unzip my fly, and free my dick from my briefs.

“Take off your dress and get on your knees,” I tell her, my voice thick with need.

She obeys immediately, pulling her dress over her head and tossing it to the side. When she kneels in front of me, her eyes are filled with lust. I glance down at the woman kneeling before me in nothing but a matching set of red lace lingerie. I step closer and slide my hand to the back of her head, gathering her long hair and wrapping it around my fist.

“Touch me,” I say through gritted teeth.

Her hands come up to touch my hard length. I suck in a breath as she traces her fingers up and down the length as if admiring it. While I love the look on her face, the longer she does that, the more impatient I get.

“Stop teasing me, Kitten,” I murmur before grabbing one of her hands and wrapping it around my dick. “Like this. Move up and down.”

She nods and smiles shyly as I guide her hand up and down my shaft. Her fingers wrap around it to the best of their ability as she follows my lead. Her grip is soft and gentle, and I close my eyes for a moment to relish the feel of her warm flesh rubbing against mine. She strokes my cock gently, slowly, almost as if she’s unsure. A groan slips past my lips as she continues her movements, and my grip on her hair tightens.

My reaction seems to embolden her because her grip turns firmer, and she increases the speed of her movement. My head falls back as I let out a loud groan, my grip tightening even further on her hair.

“That’s it, Kitten,” I growl. “Just like that.”

She pumps faster now, and a low hiss leaves my lips when she brings her mouth down to suck the tip of my dick.

“Fuck, Bella,” I groan as she takes me into her mouth. She hums against my dick, and the sound sends vibrations through my whole being. I can already feel myself coming close, my balls clenching painfully.

When she pulls away and glances up at me, I realize I’ve never seen anything sexier. Her brown eyes sparkle with hunger, and her hair cascades in waves down her shoulders. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her pouty lips shiny and glossy as she licks them before taking me into her mouth again.

I close my eyes as her tongue plays around on the tip of my cock. I resist the urge to grab her head and pump myself into her mouth, resist the urge to fuck her throat until it’s sore. Instead, I focus on the sensations tingling in my balls and swirling their way down to my toes.

When I feel her teeth scape the sides of my dick lightly, I come undone, exploding inside of her mouth. My entire body shakes beneath me as hot, searing bursts spill from my cock down her throat. She swallows it all, moaning as I caress the side of her face. When she finally releases me and rises to her feet, I immediately pull her to me and press my lips against hers.

She moans, tilting her head to accommodate me better. Her tongue darts out to lick my lips, and she kisses me deeply. I taste salt on her tongue, and it excites me beyond words. Her tongue explores my mouth, and I welcome it eagerly.

This time, when we pull apart, my fingers glide along the length of her spine.

“Are you hungry? I’m starving.”

A giggle slips past her lips as I pull her body to my side on the bed, sliding the sheets over our bodies. “I’ll order room service.”

In the next few minutes, I run my fingers through her hair while listening to the sound of her soft breathing. And by the time our food arrives, she’s already fast asleep.