Arranged Mafia Marriage

Christian

“Che cazzo!” I growl, “What the hell are you doing?” A-n-d I have begun to sound like a stuck record where this woman is concerned. Why the hell does she always make me so mad that I want to throw her over my lap and spank her ass, right before I pull her up and kiss the sass out of her?

“Don’t open the-”

She flings open the door, and a gust of wind blows in along with snow. The cold instantly crashes over me. The breath leaves me in a huff, and before I can take a step forward, she’s gone. The door slams shut, cutting off the wind. In the silence that follows, I race for the door and fling it open. Once more, the cold slaps me in the face. The wind buffets me as I step out. My hold on the door slips and it bangs shut as I race forward. I see her figure stumbling through the snow, which already comes up to my knees, and I am six-feet-three-inches which means for Flower, it’s at least thigh-high. She was wearing her boots, wasn’t she? Which is more than I can say for myself.

“Minchia!” I growl as the dampness and the cold penetrate through my skin to my bone. I swear my blood freezes. My temper rises. Anger thrums at my temples. “Fuck this shit,” I roar. “When I get my hands on you, Flower, I’m going to-” A gust of wind hits me in the face with such force that I stumble back. Porca miseria! I’m going to kill this woman, after I finally fuck her.

I lunge forward through the snow, my feet already so numb that I can’t feel them. Good, it makes it that much easier to ignore them. I push through the piles of snowflakes, closing the distance between us. Not for the first time, my height works in my favor as she struggles to move through the snow, only to fall over. I double my speed, and reaching her, haul her up, then throw her up over my shoulder.

“Let me go,” she yells. “Let me the fuck-” The wind buffets me again, the snow coming down so hard and fast that it seems like we’re in a snow globe. I can’t see my hand in front of my face. At least, I turned in the direction of the house, so I assume if I keep walking forward, I should reach it.

I take a step forward when she slams her fists into my back. The pain only slices down my back and settles in my groin. My dick twitches. If nothing else, the circulation to that part of my body is working fine. She pulls back her knee, and I have no doubt that she’s going to sink her foot into my groin. I wrap my other arm around her thighs, holding her so close that she is unable to move.

“Let me the fuck go, you asshole, you-”

I throw her down in the snow.

She lays there, the snow falling over her and covering her almost completely in seconds. I fling myself on her, planking at the last second to avoid crushing her under my weight.

“You’re crazy, you know that? You stupid, idiotic-”

I close my mouth over hers, drawing in her essence, sucking on her tongue as the snow covers both of us. I tear my mouth from hers, and she stares up at me. White flakes stick to her hair, to the tips of her eyelashes, to her cheeks.

Her pupils are blown, her lips parted. I stare down at her mouth as her shoulders shudder.

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I spring up to my feet and hold out my hand. She must be really cold, for she grabs my hand. I haul her up, then sweep her up in my arms, bridal style, and push through the snow. By the time I make it to the doorway, every part of me is drenched. I can’t feel my feet or my hands, or for that matter, my nose. I shoulder my way through the door and step through, letting it slam shut behind me. I head through the living room, into the bedroom, and straight to the en-suite.

I place her down next to the tub and turn on the water. Hot water instantly gushes out.

“Th-this … p-place has hot w-water?” she says through chattering teeth.

“It’s owned by the Sovranos. Of course, it has hot water.”

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. I’m reaching for my pants when she squeaks, “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Getting naked so I can get in the tub. Suggest you do the same, Flower.” I shuck off my pants and my boxers and slide a foot inside the hot tub. My toes protest as the sensations come rushing back. “Minchia,” I swear as I shift my weight to that foot, pull my other leg over, and slide down into the fast-filling tub. The warmth instantly infuses my limbs. The pins and needles feeling in my arms and legs is a testament to just how much the cold has already affected me.

I turn to find her watching me warily, shivering, her clothes dripping water onto the floor.

“Get in,” I order.

She hesitates.

“I promise, I’ll keep my hands off of you.”

She tosses her head. “Th-that’ll be the day.” She reaches for her sweatshirt, pulls it off, then toes off her shoes, and pushes down her pants and socks. She straightens, clad in her bra and panties. I rake my gaze over the tops of her creamy tits, her curvy stomach, those thick, gorgeous thighs that I want wrapped around my face as she rides my mouth.

The blood drains to my groin, and I bet if I look down, I’ll find my cock indulging in a little periscope action. I widen my legs, then jerk my chin in her direction. “Take that off,” I command.

She scowls, seems like she is about to protest, and I click my tongue. “You don’t want to be wearing snow-soaked undergarments. You’ll never get completely warm that way.”

She blows out a breath, then reaches behind her to unhook her bra. She pulls it off, then shoves her panties down her legs. Goose bumps cover her skin. She props her hand on her hip, thrusts her breasts out as I take in the pebbled nipples, the curve of her waist, the strip of hair that draws attention to her pussy lips. The pulse flares to life at my temples, at my wrists, even in my fucking balls. My groin hardens. I can’t take my gaze off of that beautiful cunt of hers.

She walks toward me, hips swaying, tits jiggling. When she reaches the tub, she swings one leg over, then the other. For a second, I glance up at her lush figure as she stands over me. Then, the woman slowly squats, so her pussy is positioned directly over my aching, throbbing cock.

“Cazzo,” I growl as I grab her hips, “what the hell are you playing at?”

“I’m c-cold, so are you. I th-thought this would be the b-best way to warm ourselves up.” Another shudder runs down her spine, punctuating her sentence.

“Once you start this, there’s no going back, Flower.”

She peers into my face. “M-maybe I don’t w-want to go back. M-maybe I’m t-tired of fighting.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.” Fuck me, can’t believe I’m going to say this, but… “Maybe that dip in the pond, followed by your running out into the snow, has given you brain freeze?” I mutter. “Maybe you’re not thinking straight.”

“And here I thought y-you’d take any chance to f-fuck me.” She lowers herself further until her wet core chafes my very willing cock.

“Fuck,” I bite out, fighting the urge to thrust my pelvis up, wanting, needing to bury myself in that hot, tight hole of hers.

“Exactly,” her breath hitches, “th-that’s what I want you to do to m-me.”

“You sure, Aurora?” Why the hell am I giving her a chance to back out when just a few days ago, I’d have thrown her down and rutted into her the first chance I got?

She holds my gaze for an eternity, for a second. Then she bares her teeth and pushes down onto my throbbing length.