Owned by the Italian Mafia Don: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 2)
Owned by the Italian Mafia Don: Chapter 24

Rosie wraps her hand around my cock and squeezes. The hands a delicious slide as she gives me a hesitant stroke.

I push her against the glass of the stall. “I thought you didn’t want to fuck me,” I remind her of what she said to me just as her index finger traces the crown of my cock.

“Shut up, Ari.”

I grin just before she kisses me which has me cupping the back of her head. I groan into her mouth, feeling more desperate than usual. I need her. I need to have her. Being inside her, filling her with every drop my body possesses isn’t enough. If I could, I’d merge our souls as one, our bodies, our minds, and then there wouldn’t be this lingering fear of something happening to her.

It’s dark and twisted to want to overtake her like that, but it would be the only way to truly keep her safe. As much as I want to always be by her side, there will be times when it isn’t possible, and whoever is guarding her might fail, and she’ll be taken from me.

I can’t allow that to happen.

This spitfire of a woman has become everything I hold dear in this world and because of that, I have something to lose. Bianchi knows that and to hit me where it hurts, he’ll use her to his advantage. It doesn’t matter if it takes my last breath, but I can’t allow that to happen.

Our tongues collide and she doesn’t fight me for dominance when I give her more, pressing my lips so painfully, I can feel her teeth. I touch everywhere I can. My hands groped where I can reach. My tongue tastes the depth of her mouth. I cup her face, unable to get enough of her kiss.

God, if I was on the brink of death, I’d want her kiss to give me my final breath.

She strokes me, her hand slowly twisting my shaft before pulling it forward. I groan into her mouth, showing her how much her touch affects me. I’m not in a hurry. I don’t want to rush this. I want to enjoy the feeling of my wife’s wet body against mine and I want to hear every gasp and moan that escapes her.

I want my lungs to only consume her air, so I am only living for her.

It’s unhealthy to want someone so much.

I lift her leg and wrap it around my hip. While she’s touching me with no rush, just enjoying me in her hand, wanting to prolong this just like I want to, I skim my fingers down her stomach until they disappear between her legs. My fingers slip through her pussy, already so slick and ready for me. I could replace my fingers with my cock and slide home, but I want to have her body singing for me before that happens.

With tender, slow strokes, I glide through her lips, grazing her clit. She stops kissing me, gasping for a split second before replaceing my lips again.

We don’t say anything to each other. We’re too consumed.

With my other hand, I knead her tits, plucking on her beaded nipples. Her body trembles and her hand tightens around me which has me grunting, pressing my bodyweight against her. I sink my fingers into her tight heat, and she tosses her head back, the expanse of her throat too tempting to deny.

I nibble against her pulse, licking the water droplets from her flesh.

Fuck, I’m thirsty but it isn’t water I want. It wouldn’t be enough to quench the need clawing at my throat.

In and out, my fingers drift. Not enough to make her come, but enough to bring her pleasure, enough to drive her crazy just like she’s making me.

Her hand is soft, tentative, and she loosens her grip on me, dragging her fingertips along my girth. An unstable breath escapes me and for the first time in my life, goosebumps arise all over my body from another woman’s touch.

“You’re cold,” she whispers into my ear, a shiver slipping down my spine.

The water is warm. The steam is hot. Her body is melting against mine. The last thing I feel is cold.

“Far from it.” I take her other hand and skim it down my chest, pressing it against my heart so she can feel the wild beat. “So fucking far.” I rob her lips again, moving them against mine like waves crashing against one another like waves against the shore, melting into one another as one of us drifts back only for the other to come forward.

She’s a magnet, a pull, a force to be reckoned with. Her fire is bright and harsh and if people are afraid of getting burned or feeling pain, it’s best to stay away from someone like Rosie. Her tongue is hexed but her soul is pure and in order to touch it, you have to walk through her blaze.

She’s worth it.

Every scar. Every burn. Every time she opens her mouth to protect herself and she spews that fire, I’ll gladly drench myself in her pain if it means she feels better.

I pump my fingers into her, burying them as far as I can without.

Nothing will stop me from taking her, nothing will stop me from claiming her, and nothing will stop me from breeding her.

She’s mine. She’ll be the mother of my children. They will be mine to protect.

Her innocence, her guilt, her every single fucking emotion—I own it.

“What’s wrong?” she asks through hooded eyes, rolling her swollen lips together.

I push her wet hair from her forehead and peer into her round blue eyes. Her lashes are stuck together, tiny water droplets hanging from the tips and with every blink, one manages to drip down her cheek.

I step in closer, pushing my fingers deeper somehow and she gasps.

“I’m just thinking,” I brush my lips over hers without kissing her. “How there’s nothing stopping me from fucking you. Your virginity. It was mine and mine alone. I’m able to be this deep because I’ve made your innocence my fucking throne.”

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” She nips at my bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and I moan a snarl as she lets it go with a pop.

I shift my hand, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit while my two fingers stay inside her, motioning gentle waves every so often to make that quiet little gasp puff from her.

Leaning forward, I bite her ear and chuckle. It’s dark and menacing, promising nothing but exactly what she just said. “What did you just say to me?”

“Nothing.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, a small twinge of pain rolling down each as she gets too close to the healing wounds. “I didn’t say anything.”

“We really need to do something with that mouth.” I pull my fingers from her and drop her leg, pressing my hand against her shoulder to push her to her knees. “Maybe I give you too much time to speak your mind, Tesoro.” I rub the tip of my cock over her lips, tracing the plump clouds and leaving a thin trail of pre-come coating them. “Suck me.”

Her eyes peer up at me through her dark lashes, storming with lust. Her pupils grow big, and I witness the moment the fight leaves her and her want to be a good fucking girl for me takes over. She wraps her mouth around the tip, giving the crown an experimental flick of her tongue along the underside. Her lips stretch wide to accommodate my girth and I nearly come just watching her do that.

“Fuck, you look good on your knees, Rosie. I think it’s my favorite position to see you in.” I gather her hair in my hand to keep the wet strands from falling in her face.

She hums, the vibrations sending down my cock and I jerk to my tiptoes, slapping my palm against the wall. Rosie has my cock slip from her mouth, and she dips her tongue in the slit.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” I pant, not wanting her to stop.

“I love how sensitive you are. I love how good I make you feel, but did others? You know, make you feel this good too? The thought of them bringing the same sounds out of you, makes me…”

I cuff my hand around her throat and yank her to her feet, crowding her space until she can’t move. Her nipples scrape against my chest and even that small touch as a groan building in my throat.

“Every touch from you, every kiss, even when you look at me, no one has compared. My pleasure, my sounds, my groans are yours and they belong to no one else. No one has made me so vocal as you do. No one has ever made me want to keep going until my lungs stop working. I might have more experience than you, but I do not have more in experiencing absolute bliss. That belongs to you, Rosie. Only you. Every lick, every slide of my cock inside you, it’s like the first fucking time and the desire you make me feel nearly makes me violent. No one does that to me. No one else has ever made me feel like that.” I push her onto her knees and grip my cock. “Now, make me moan for you, Tesoro.”

She takes my cock into her hand and sucks me deep. I hit the back of her throat and she gags, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop. Rosie continues to take me too far, choking and coughing. Her muscles contract around the tip which has me gasping.

Tilting my head back, the water rushing over me, wetting my hair, and relishing her mouth on me.

I’m a lucky man.

Her hand cradles my sack, gently rolling each orb in her hand while sucking me, her tongue twisting around the stalk, tasting me as if I’m her favorite treat.

“Rosie,” I groan, tightening my hand in her hair. “Jesus, you’re too good at this. That’s it. Oh, fuck, just like that.” My chin hits my chest so I can watch her. Staring at the ceiling isn’t as amazing as witnessing my cock in her mouth.

The rush of heat to my cock has me pulling from her mouth and I stop myself from coming. I grip myself until it hurts and the threat of my orgasm fades.

“Why did you do that?” she frowns, her hand pausing between her legs.

My Tesoro was touching herself while she sucked me.

I reach to turn the water off, not wanting to finish showering because all I can think about is getting her in bed.

I jerk her against me and run my fingers down the divot of her spine, the curve tantalizing before reaching her ass. “Because from this moment on, my come won’t be wasted spilling down your throat.” I push the door open and step out. “You have five seconds to get in the bed before I bend you over this sink and use you.”

She snickers, running by me but not before I get a chance to spank her ass.

She looks over her shoulder, surprised, and she bites her lip before crawling onto the bed. She lies on her stomach but keeps her ass in the air. It sways left and right, tempting me. Her knees slide apart, giving me the view so many men would kill for.

Her pussy is on display, and I caress her left cheek as I stand behind her. Our bodies are still wet from the shower and the sheets are becoming soaked from her hair, but I don’t care. They will dry eventually.

“Did you like that?” I pop her ass again, not too hard because I don’t think she’d like that, but just hard enough to leave a sting.

“Maybe…not so hard? A little softer.”

I do as she wishes on the other cheek, and she moans, arching her back as she clutches the sheets.

“Oh, you do,” I croon in delight, gripping her cheeks in my hands. “I did say you needed to be punished for cursing at me.”

“I’m sorry,” she moans as I drift my index finger down her cunt, feeling how wet she is. “I didn’t mean it.”

I spank her lightly again, wanting to give her what she likes. I’m not into big punishment but seeing her skin redden from the light slaps turns me on. “Don’t lie to me. I know you meant it.”

She shakes her head as I give her another slap.

“The longer you lie, the longer I go without giving you my cock.”

“Ari,” she whines.

I spank her again. “Tell me.”

“Fine. I meant it in the moment but not now.”

Surprising her, I slip a finger into her at the same time I spank her again.

“Ari! Fuck!” she curses.

“That mouth of yours, Tesoro,” I tsk, bringing my hand down on her perfect, round ass again. “We really need to work on that.”

“Ari, please,” she whimpers. “I’ll be good.”

I give her one more slap before settling behind her, my knees sinking into the mattress. I curl over her, slipping an additional finger inside her.

“Oh, My Sweet Tesoro, you’re always good,” I whisper, pushing in and out, faster and faster. “Always so good for me even when your mouth gets you in trouble.” I nibble on the shell of her ear. “And I fucking love that mouth.”

“Ari. Oh my god, it feels so good like this. I’m already close. I’m close. Don’t stop. Oh god, don’t stop.”

I press my hand between her shoulders to keep her pinned to the bed and stare at my fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. She’s so wet and my cock would easily slip in without issue. It won’t cause her any pain, but I want to get her to come first.

Because the moment I feel her heat around me cock, I’m going to lose it. I have no shame in admitting that. Again, I’m thankful I can keep fucking or I’d be horrified to ever have sex again.

Rosie constantly keeps me on edge. It would make sense that my wife would always have be on the brink of orgasm.

I add another finger in, groaning when I feel slight resistance. I ease out, my lips parting as I add more of my weight while I push. I ease my cock between her thighs, needing to feel her against me, and the crown pushes against her clit.

Even that simple touch has electricity dancing along my shaft.

I pick up the pace, fucking her with my fingers the way I want to. The sounds reverberating through the room have my muscles flexing. The slaps of my hand meeting her cunt get louder the closer she gets to orgasm.

“Ari! Yes, god,” she groans, yelling into the mattress as she climaxes.

The sheets bunch under her tight grip and her body rocks against me, seeking more.

“Oh, that’s a good girl,” I praise her, pulling my fingers free and licking her taste clean.

She flips onto her back, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, and her nipples tighten as they kiss the cold air. My palms admire her body, touching every curve and nook. My thumbs brush over the tight peaks, beaded and a perfect rosy pink. My mouth waters and bend down, sucking one nipple into my mouth. Her body bends to my will, arching into me and I’m able to fit more of her soft breast between my lips.

I roll the morsel between my teeth, giving it a sharp bite before releasing it and she hisses, but it ends in a satisfied moan. I blow air on the wet bead, watching it grow tighter.

“You’re so good for me,” I tell her, settling between her legs at last. “So fucking perfect.”

My cock is heavy, aching, and the moment I wrap my hand around myself, the touch almost makes me come.

Almost.

The warm heat of her kisses the tip and I finally sink in, and we moan together in relief as we finally feel one another.

“So fucking good.” I sink in until I can’t anymore.

“Ari,” she sighs as if she’s finally complete, the look of pleasure and relief across her face has my chest warming in a way that’s dangerously close to love.

I take her hands and pin them above her head, kissing her again as I pull out, then slide in.

Just like I thought, on the second stroke, I groan into her ear, filling her with every drop as my orgasm hits me. I thrust harder, burying myself deeper so my come gets as deep as possible. She becomes wetter from my climax, and I pick up the pace. Her nails dig into my ass and her teeth sink into my shoulder, marking me.

The slight edge of pain makes me arch my back, groaning. A rush of possession takes over and I pull out, flipping her onto her hands and knees.

I sink into her again. “So fucking tight for me. This pussy is all for me, isn’t it?” The hold I have on her hips has to hurt but I swear, if I don’t see bruises on them tomorrow, I’ll be disappointed. “It’s made for me. Say it.” I lift her up by her hair, snarling in her ear. “Fucking tell me.”

“All for you,” she slurs. “Yours.”

I shove her face into the mattress and her cries are muffled as the bed rocks in tandem with every thrust.

“You’ll do well to remember that.” I look down and my shaft is coated in my come. My pelvis slaps against her ass and she reaches back to touch me, turning her head to the side to scream my name.

I’ll never get tired of hearing her.

She comes again, hard and fast, her muscles clenching around me.

I try to hold back, but I slam her down on my cock as hard as possible, roaring another release.

“Ari, I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t,” she gasps, sagging against the bed.

I turn her to her side and settled behind her, our come leaking down her thighs and making a mess. My rock-hard cock fills her again and I shiver from the sensitivity, but the extraordinary cushion of her cunt feels so good. My chin rests against her shoulder and I whisper into her ear. “I’m never going to leave this body tonight. I’m going to fill you over and over until you can’t physically take anymore.” I kiss her shoulder, the weight of her breast fitting perfectly in my hand.

She turns her head, meeting my lips in a messy kiss and her arm reaches back so she can touch me. “I don’t ever want you to leave.”

Oh, I’m never going anywhere.

And neither is she.