Arranged Mafia Marriage

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Aurora

I push down on his dick, and the thick head of his cock breaches me. His grip on my hips tightens, holding me in place, so I’m unable to move. I stay poised with my slick opening enveloping the crown of his length.

A nerve throbs at his temple, and his gaze bores into me. The silence stretches, broken only by the sound of the water flowing into the tub. Then, just as I’m sure that he is going to push me away, he thrusts up, and in one smooth move, breaches me.

I throw my head back, bite down on my lower lip as the hard column of his arousal impales me. Pain pinches me deep inside, and my thighs quake. A moan bleeds from my lips, and I grip his arms and hold on. A beat, another.

“What the fuck?” he swears. “Are you? It’s not possible… Tell me it’s not true, Flower.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “D-don’t stop,” I say through gritted teeth. “Don’t you d-dare stop now.”

He raises me up until, once more, I’m poised with my pussy clamped around the head of his cock. Then he lowers me slowly, centimeter by centimeter, so slowly that I can feel every ridge of his thick, hard cock.

The pain recedes and is replaced by a trembling that sparks off in my lower belly. I dig my fingertips into the muscles of his forearm, then lower my chin to my chest. I keep my eyes closed for two reasons. One, because I don’t want to see the inevitable question on his face and two, because all of my senses are focused on that part of him which is inside of me. His shaft swells and fills me and stretches me in a way that I have never been before.

“Flower,” he murmurs, “you okay?”

Without opening my eyes, I squeeze down on his length, and a groan rips from me.

“Cazzo!” he growls. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I crack open my eyelids and take in the color that sears his cheeks. His eyes are half-closed, his lips parted. His nostrils flare as his gaze meets mine. “Just because you surprised me, don’t think I’m going to go easy on you.”

“I would be disappointed if you did,” I retort. And I mean it. The part of me that has stopped fighting welcomes his possession, the force of his dominance that crashes into my chest and leaves me panting.

I bare my teeth, and he surges up. He flips me over so that I’m on my back in the tub.

He grips my legs, raises them, and hooks my knees over his shoulders.

“If you think you can control the first time I fuck you, you are sadly mistaken.”

Of course, I don’t. It’s why I’m surprised that he has allowed me to take the lead for as long as he has. He’s too macho, too dominant, too everything to not direct the proceedings.

He reaches between us, slots his cock into my slit, then with one thrust, he plunges home. Too much. Too full. If I thought that having him inside me earlier prepared me for his intrusion, then I’m sadly mistaken. He’s so goddam big I swear I can feel him all the way in my throat.

“Christian,” I groan, “omigod, Chris.”

He pulls out of me, then breaches me again, once more hitting that part deep inside of me that I didn’t know existed. I surge up, wind my arms around his neck, and push my swollen nipples into that hard chest as I strain against him.

He pulls out again, then angles his hips so when he impales me next, the ridge of his cock hits my swollen clit. Pleasure vibrates out from the contact. Goose bumps pop on my skin. He slides one hand between us and pinches my clit, and I explode.

The shivers run up my legs, up my thighs, swirl around my belly as he continues to fuck me. He rams his cock into me again and again. Each hit sends a fresh burst of sensations up my spine. My eyes roll back in my head. I dig my heels into his back and bury my teeth in my lower lip as I begin to ride the waves of pleasure that surge up my body. A flash of light crashes behind my eyes, and spots of black flicker at the edges of my eyesight.

He continues to plunge into me over and over again. His muscles bunch, his shoulders go solid. He pulls out and then comes, shooting thick ropes of cum across my chest.

My limbs tremble, and I float for a few seconds. When I open my eyes, he’s looking at me. His eyebrows are furrowed, his blue gaze burning like he’s trying to figure out the answer to something.

“What?” I frown. “What is it?”

“You know what.” He glares at me. “When were you planning on telling me?”

“Never?” I hunch my shoulders. “It’s not a big deal, okay?”

“I took your virginity, and it’s not a big deal?”

“Surely, you’re not going to go all caveman about some stupid piece of skin, are you?”

His jaw tics. “What game are you playing with me, Aurora? First, you resist me. Then you change your mind and decide to jump me, only for me to find out that you are a virgin?”

“Firstly, it really isn’t a big deal, and secondly, you took off your clothes and told me to take off my clothes and join you in the tub, so of course, I assumed the worst. I thought that if I-”

“Took the lead; you could steer the proceedings?” he says in a hard voice.

“Something like that.”

“It’s difficult for you to give up control, isn’t it?”

“Finally,” I throw up my hands, “finally, he gets it.”

He folds his arms across his chest, and his massive biceps bulge. “Get up,” he says in a hard voice.

“What?” I scowl, “Why should I? I’m just getting warmed up.”

“From now on, for as long as we are in this house, you will do as I say.”

“What the hell?” I fold my arms around my waist. “Why should I do that?”

“Because I’m going to show you just how good it is when you give up your need to be in charge all the time.”

“Says the man who can’t let go of his dominance for even one second.”

“That’s different.”

“Why? How is it different?”

“I’m a man; it’s my job to be dominant. You’re a woman, ergo,” the asshole raises his shoulder, “of course, you derive more pleasure by being submissive. In fact, the more you are able to let go of control and allow me to take care of your needs, the more pleasure you’ll derive from it.”

I gape at him. “What the-” I shake my head. “I can’t even…” I try to form the words, but my brain seems to have trouble piecing my thoughts together. “Do you hear yourself?” I finally sputter. “I mean, how can you say what you did with a straight face?”

“What, did I say something wrong?” He seems puzzled.

No, seriously, the bastard actually does believe every single word of what he just said.

I splash some water onto myself to clear his cum off my chest. Then I jump up, not caring that I’m naked, and step out of the bathtub. I head for where the towels are folded on a shelf. I pull out one, then begin to dry myself. My core twinges, but I ignore it.

What was I thinking, giving this man my virginity? I mean, sure, it probably had to happen sooner or later. For all that he says this is a fake relationship, I knew that sooner or later, I was going to sleep with him. I just wish I weren’t such a cliche. Twenty-six and still a virgin, ha! At least I won’t have to suffer through the embarrassment of that again. And to be fair, I enjoyed it. But that … is the last time I’m sleeping with him willingly. At least, I climaxed, and it was a mighty fine orgasm, so… There, I did get something out of it. Better to quit while I’m ahead then. I wrap the towel around myself, tucking it under my arms.

“What are you doing?” His voice comes from just behind and above me.

I start. “What do you think?” I scowl. “Going in search of some clothes.”

“This conversation is not over, Flower,” he calls out behind me as I stalk out of the bathroom.

I walk into the bedroom and take in the simple but luxurious furnishings of the space. The bed is king-size, the sheets and pillows snowy white. So is the cover. The headboard is made out of wood and carved with intricate designs, between which are set two iron rings, one on either side. Speaking of, there’s also a ring on a chain that dangles from the ceiling. The kind a gymnast would use to work out with, except there’s only one of them. Is that for… It can’t be, can it?

I hear his footsteps and scowl at him over my shoulder. “Is this really a lodge, or is it some kind of getaway you use for your kinky sex stuff?”

“It is a lodge.” He smirks. “It’s also used for kinky sex stuff.”

“I assume Nonna doesn’t come here then?”

“My brothers use it on the occasion that they need a getaway place.”

“Are all of you Sovrano brothers into fetishes?”

“Some more than others.” He looks me up and down. That’s when I realize I’m still practically naked. Jeez, am I already so comfortable in his presence that I don’t care I’m parading around him in the nude?

“Turn around.” I snap.

“I’ve seen everything there is to see. He folds his arms as if ready to watch me change.

I scowl, and he raises an eyebrow. No doubt, he expects me to turn tail and return to the bathroom to change. And I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that he’s unnerved me again. I turn away, then drop my towel to the floor.

I hear him exhale behind me. Good. I can’t stop my lips from curving as I head for the closet and pull it open. There are no clothes… Nothing, except two bathrobes hanging from the rod. I choose the smaller of them and shrug into it. Tying it around me securely, I yank out the other one from the closet and toss it at him.

He snatches it from the air. “Not able to see me naked without wanting to throw yourself at me, I take it?” He smirks.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “I only gave it to you in case you felt cold. If you’d rather parade around naked-” I drag my gaze down his sculpted pecs, to where his monster cock hangs between his legs. He’s not fully erect, but hell, if that length of his doesn’t seem w-a-a-y too big for it to fit into where he put it earlier. My pussy spasms in recollection. Moisture laces my core. As if he’s aware of what I’m thinking, his shaft begins to thicken.

“As I said,” he drawls, “if you’d rather I stay without clothes, you only have to say the word, Flower.” His grin widens. “So, what’s it going to be?”


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