Sniping Her Mafia King
Chapter 56

Addy watched Arwen as a frisson of excitement ran down her spine. He was quite possibly the luckiest man alive to replace the perfect woman for him. She shared so much of his violent tendencies, chaotic thoughts and yet she found a way to replace good in her world and it was helping him to do the same. He believed with all his heart and soul his mother had sent this angel just for him and he would spend forever making her feel every bit as special as she was. Love wasn't strong enough a word

Watching her take her shots on the bratva brat the other night had made his c**k hard in a way he didn't know possible. Considering he'd had a broken nose and a swollen face he was surprised to fin himself reacting so physically to her cold assassination of the man. Yet he had to hide behind a barrel otherwise his cousin would have mocked him mercilessly.

He motioned for Arwen to get up on all fours on the bed. "I want you facing the headboard, on your knees, legs shoulder width apart and I'm going to tie your hands to the headboard."

"Yes Adrianu," her voice held excitement for what was to come.

"I love you Arwen. Tell me your safe word please."

"Excelsior." She shivered as he tied her hand to the headboard roughly. He paused to kiss her shoulder.

"If anything is too much, you say this word."

"Yes Adrianu."

The way she spoke his name made his chest cave into itself with feeling. "It's been a hard and difficult week. Let's work some of our frustrations out."

"Yes please."

"Last weekend you were in a safe house, and you were deliberately antagonist towards me."

"So?"

"Tsk tsk," he chastised. "Someone's being sassy."

"Maybe I need to be punished," her voice held hope.

He chuckled at her desperation. She was as deliciously sick and twisted as he was when it came to their s*x life. "Amore, you hung up on me multiple times. How many times do you think?"

"At least ten," she exaggerated as he trailed a leather strapping over her back, she had not seen him pull.

"I counted five, but we can go with ten." He moved away from the bed to plug in the warmer and set the small glass jar atop it. "Honey has healing properties but first we need to give you something which needs healing."

He reached between her thighs and swiped the dampness along his fingertips. "My love you are wet for me already" he sucked his fingers loudly before going back for a second taste. "I will never tire of how juicy your body is for me."

"I will always be ready for you, Adrianu," she promised fervently. "Always."

"I will need consent from you, my love. I am going to cover your back in welts before striking you a*s."

"Stomach," she hissed out.

"What was that?"

"If you're using that leather strap, my stomach too please." She paused, "especially if it's going to include warm honey and your tongue after."

"Your wish is my command," he gave a low laugh. "You have a tendency to be quite quiet when I spank you and I need to hear your voice. You will count each strike in Italian."

"In Italian?"

"Si," he moved behind her to kneel on the bed. "Our children will need their mother to speak their language. We will call this lesson one." He noted her attempt to conceal her smile and knew he struggled to hide his own. "Would you like me to teach you Italian, Arwen?" "Yes, please Adrianu," her voice barely registered.

He held the leather strap in his hands and let it flick lightly over her silk covered back, "Uno."

He knew even as light of a strike her pale flesh would be pink beneath the cool blue silk, but her voice was strong as she counted his first mark.

"Due," the leather lashed against the silk creating a wispy echo. Her voice coolly repeated his words.

With each strike Arwen trembled against the force and breathed through the pain. By the time he reached dieci she was a quivering shambles and when he roughly ran the edge of the leather strap between her legs it came out dampened and glistening. "Amore, your first language lesson was good, but I feel I am in need of a taste of you before we go to the next step. I can see your juices spilling down your thighs and I want my share." He shoved her legs apart and moved to lay on his back under her open legs. Her protest of his name whispered into the air as he positioned himself under her slit and pulled her down to his mouth was half-hearted at best.

He slipped his tongue along her folds, pausing to suck the plush flesh deep into his mouth. As she wriggled against his invasive tongue he used his hands to slap, pinch and massage the roundness of her cheeks.

He suckled deeply on her clit, savouring the tangy sweetness of the juice spilling from her womanhood as he shoved his tongue in and out of her depths. "Adrianu," she begged. "I might come."

He slapped her a*s forcefully with the maple paddle at her words and she jerked against the heat of the sting, "in my mouth cara," his voice was dark and throaty. "Come now and quench my thirst." He shoved his fingers deep, curled against the soft plush sponge- like spot and fixed his lips against her swollen clit. Immediately her body twitched and jerked as the o****m overcame her. Her hands tied to the bed prohibited her from stopping his intrusive plundering of her core with his fingers and tongue. Her back arched and her body shook over his face as he drank deeply of the liquid her body poured at his command. He struck her two more times with the paddle, and she shrieked at it.

Only when her body stopped convulsing did he slide out from under her. He ran his nose along her spine and bit her just above the a*s cheek resulting in a surprised squeal. He gave a chuckle. "You taste delicious, my love. May I have more?" "Everything I have is yours to take Adrianu," she whimpered her approval of whatever he deemed fit.

"Be careful with what you offer," Addy considered all the deep, dark, and deprived ways he could use her acquiescence to his will.

"I am yours, mi amore" she gently said back to him the words he'd said to her. "How do I say, 'my mind, body and soul belong to you,' in Italian?" she asked him pleadingly. "Teach me."

Addy closed his eyes resting his forehead against her bare shoulder, the thin spaghetti strap of her night dress fallen to her arm. "Arwen, you break me with your words."

"It's not my intention," she cried out. "I only want to be as important to you as you are to me. I want to express to you, in your language what I feel for you. I know I am strong enough to stand on my own and I do not need another person to make me whole or complete. Yet, you make me want more than I've dreamed. You've made me dream more than I've hoped. You've made me yearn more than I've deserved."

Addy considered while it was Arwen who was tied up against the headboard, her thighs slick with the dew of her o****m, and her back covered in ten thin welts, it was his heart which was held in a vice grip. She controlled him without so much as a single touch. He pressed his lips warmly against the nape of her neck.

"Arwen. You are my world. My light and my dark. You are the good and the bad. You balance me when my universe is off kilter." He reached out and undid her straps.

"How do you want me?" She looked over her shoulder in surprise at his sudden movement.

"Turn," he commanded as she looked at him inquisitively. As she moved on her knees to face him, both know kneeling in the middle of the bed, he stretched his fingers towards the nape of her neck. "Repeat after me."

He whispered in her ear the translation for the words she'd mentioned, and she looked him straight in the eyes as she repeated them back to him. He could not help the tear at the corner of his eye at the sincerity of her words as she stumbled over her pronunciation and her translation.

"I love you." He whispered to her in English.

"I love you," she whispered back.

"Let me love you," he stroked her cheek.

"Addy," she knew what he was asking, and she was incapable of refusing.

He gently lay her down along the pillows on her stomach and bunched the silk up to view the marks he'd left in her flesh. In a motion mirroring one she'd performed on his scars not long ago he gently drew his lips and tongue along every raised inch of pink skin. He smoothed her skin with loving sweeps of his palms, punctuating each touch with a tender kiss.

She was laying with her face averted on the pillow while he revered the lines he'd made against her skin.

"You are so beautiful, Arwen. In a thousand lifetimes I could never replace the one who matches me perfectly as you do. You honor me by being so dutiful and subservient with our bedroom games, but I want you to know, I need you to understand, I love you for the strong, independent, intelligent woman you are. For the rest of our lives, I will devote my entire purpose to being the man you deserve. Let me show you the man you deserve." He was emotional as he edged her onto her back.

He stared into the eyes which had captivated him so many weeks ago from across the room filled with screaming anger. He cupped her cheek and slipped his thumb over her dimple, "you have me whipped." He admitted with a small self-deprecating laugh. "You could tell me right now to give up everything, move to Siberia and have only huskies as companions and I'd be hard-pressed to refuse you."

She smiled at him, her had reaching up to cup his against her jawline, "but this is not the man I want nor is it the man I've fallen in love with. I love and need the strong, powerful, mafia King who puts me on my knees and makes me cede to his power in the bedroom yet loves me enough to let me be me."

"Do you think Artemis would let me accompany you on a hit?" he asked swallowing involuntarily.

"I'm not sure. Why do you ask?"

He studied her laying in his arms. "watching you snuff out the life of a scumbag makes me want to f**k you raw. I want to nail you as soon as you put someone down."

She squirmed under him, "not sure she'd approve that."

"I may need to contract you then." He didn't back down from his question. He took her hand and rested it against the fly of his jeans. "I'm only thinking of it. Imagine what happens when I watch it happen?"

She huffed a breath

He couldn't look away, "I've been thinking this entire week I probably had a hell of a wet dream after you knocked me out. I was quite aroused when you shot me."

He moved her knees apart and kneeled between her thighs. "I need you. Now. No gimmicks, toys, or play. I just need you. I need to make love to you."

It dawned on Addy he needed her permission for this as much as he did for whipping her a*s raw. "Arwen, may I make love to you? I need your consent."

"Yes Adrianu," she spoke shyly.

"If anything doesn't feel right, what word do you use?" He realized being intimate without the veil of violence or domination was riskier to both of them than him beating her into submission. When she huskily revealed her safe word, he took a shaky breath. He started by gently removing her nightdress, pulling it over her head and tossing it off the bed. He straddled her thighs and then looked down at them both. She was naked but he was wearing his typical jeans and white undershirt. She deserved better. He got off the bed and didn't look away from her studious gaze as he took his shirt off and then his jeans.

He motioned to a large tattoo on his left chest. It was red and black roses twisted with vines and blood droplets. "I got this one to cover a huge burn mark my father put against my skin with a poker from a fire. Shortly after my mother died, I complained my chest hurt because she was gone. He gave me a real pain to replace the mental one." He crawled back onto the bed, "I never want for our family to feel pain they need to cover. You make the pain that was in there, evaporate." He wiped a tear off her cheek and smiled at her, "you cry a lot for a seasoned killer."

"If I had my way, I would go back and change my bullet to a slow-release nerve agent to make him suffer catastrophic agony. He didn't deserve to die so quick."

He gave a chuckle, "promise me you will me as fierce for our children."

"I literally killed a man for telling my girl to kill herself and forced another to blow his brains out for only considering molesting her. I can guarantee I will cause grievous bodily harm to anyone who breathes my child's name in vain."

He moved to nudge her knees apart. "Good. We are talking too much. I need to be inside you. How wet are you still?"

She let her knees fall apart, "for you, always wet enough."

He ran his hands over the flat of her stomach and reached for the leather strapping. He laid the leather against her abdomen and reached for a condom. "As much as I look forward to this belly round with our bambino, like you, I want time with just us for some time. I love how toned you are and how fit you are. You are sexy as hell."

He watched as a blush stole her cheeks and smiled. Like for him, intimacy was new and heartfelt words and genuine feelings were strange and exciting. As much as they enjoyed the rough and possibly macabre, soft, gentle, and adoring were perhaps more uncomfortable for both of them. He hoped to change this for both of them.

A gentle initiation into this new world was in order for both of them. He rolled the condom down the length of his thickness and very gently, inch by slow inch pushed through her folds. She was right. She was soaked for him. Confusion etched her face at his easy, relaxed movements and he gripped her hip with his hand. "I love you, mi amore." Realization dawned on her face as she watched his steady movements of lovemaking. Knowing they couldn't be them without all of it, he lifted the strap and with only enough force to leave a light pink make drew it across her belly.

"God yes," she exhaled at the strike as if she'd been waiting her whole life for it.

Purposefully he rocked himself against her core. Whispering words of love and adoration as he made love to her in a way neither of them had experienced before.

The leather slipped as he struck her abdomen and it streamed just across her soft pubic area barely missing her clit and she arched upwards as if seeking the pain with her pleasure. She cried his name against a fist in her mouth and he reached forward and slapped her hand off her mouth.

"Is that what you need, mi amore?" His rhythm was impeccable as sweat began to trail down his chest. He was working hard to maintain his control.

"Yes, Adrianu," her voice was hoarse and raw as she attempted to control her o****m. He hadn't given permission yet. She knew she had to wait.

He lifted the leather strap and flicked a pink line low over her belly, and she clenched tight around him. He groaned with her action, "Amore, do that again." He struck her again and she arched and clenched her core muscles so tight she could have been milking him.

"Again," he commanded as he struck her a third time, this time so close to her nub she bucked wildly against his controlled slaps of the belt.

"I can't," she protested as he repeated for her to tighten around him. "Adrianu, I will come. Don't stop though. Please don't stop. It's perfect. It's so perfect."

"Arwen, are you giving me orders?" He mocked her as he traced a pink welt with his fingers and watching her muscles jump at his touch.

"No!" She shook her head and then when she whined when he pushed the leather strap away, she giggled, "okay maybe I am."

He began thrusting in earnest now as he reached for the belt again and she immediately reacted to the sight of it. "God, I love how f****d up you are. My perfect match." He hiked her thighs, so her legs wrapped around his waist. "It's time Arwen. I want you to let go after the third strike. Can you hold on three more?"

"Yes!"

He gave an excited shout at her scream. "Count Arwen. In Italian."

"Une" the word was hissed as the leather struck her skin

"Due" she yelled the number at the second mark

"Tre!" She screeched the last number as her o****m ravaged her. Her entire body flailed as the leather connected with her most sensitive spot. Fluid gushed from her body coating them both as Addy joined her in a fast release.

His curse was echoed by hers as he collapsed atop her. They lay breathing heavily as they spun back down from the clouds.

"Holy s**t," Arwen whimpered.

Addy gasped for breath. "Honey will be round two. The surprise in the closet can be three." At Arwen's expletives he laughed. "Amore, this is your life now. Forever."

He turned and kissed her slowly and cupped her cheeks. He was home.