The Mafia Contract Series

I deliberated all day about what I was going to do. Should I say anything at all? Is this just childish nonsense that I’m reading more into? The conversation stayed with me all day but when I saw Angelo, something shifted inside me. It was the vulnerable expression he threw my way before disguising it quickly. The slight yearning in his eye when he watched me from the doorway before he hid it well. The weary look on his face as he told me he had a bad day and the fact I wanted to touch him so badly and feel his arms around me, told me everything I already knew.

I want to keep him safe. To be there for him when he comes home at night looking for comfort. I don’t want to add to his problems, and I want to prove I am more than just a fuck in the sex room before he turns in for the night. I want to be his wife in every way and if he won’t give me a family to care for, it will have to be him. I will be the best wife he could ever wish for and make it my life’s work for as long as I get to enjoy it.

I felt him tense when I told him what I learned, and I’m glad I did. He needs to be informed because I know what happens when soldiers switch sides and I wonder if he’s inherited a mutiny after his father’s death. I considered it all afternoon and came to that conclusion. Something just seems off about the whole thing and he needs to be told for both our sakes.

When he walked into the room in his casual clothes, my heart bled with longing. The tight t-shirt molded against well-defined abs and the slight stubble on his face shadowed a strong jaw. I physically ached for him and am keen to see what delights he has in store tonight because I crave his touch like an animal for food. I am desperate to feel his bare skin against mine and just to steal his attention for the brief time we have and then he startles me by saying in his deep, commanding voice, “You will sleep with me until further notice.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

It comes out of the blue and I stare at him in surprise. “Why?”

“Because until I have dealt with the situation, I need to keep you close.”

He carries on eating and doesn’t seem bothered by my reaction and I’m surprised to find I’m more than happy about this turn of events.

As he eats, he stares at me the whole time and it unnerves me a little as he watches me. It’s awkward and as I nibble my food, he is staring at me with a hunger that’s so obviously not for what’s on his plate.

I shift on my seat as he lifts his phone and places the text before pushing back his chair and saying abruptly, “Come.”

“Where?”

I’m surprised as he heads toward me and pulls me flush against his body and growls, “We eat later.”

My heart starts racing as I follow him from the room and up the stairs toward the sex room. ‘What will Mrs. Bourne think’ is the only thing on my mind because it’s so obvious what’s going on here.

My face must resemble a burning fire and my heart is beating like crazy as I am pulled toward the door of a place I have ached to visit again.

Then, as we head inside, he tears the t-shirt from his body and growls, “Take off your clothes and kneel before me.”

I stare at him in surprise and watch him change before my eyes. It’s as if he’s a general commanding an army and I know better than to question this mood.

I do as he says and as I kneel before him, it’s awkward as fuck, and I wonder if I’ve done something to anger him.

He stands naked before me and I swallow nervously because his cock is standing hard and proud before my eyes, making them water at the thought of what he’s going to do with that–weapon. As he strokes the hard shaft, he says roughly, “Take me in your mouth and suck hard.”

My cheeks burn as I allow him to slip inside and as he fills me completely, I gag a little as he hits the back of my throat.

He groans as he thrusts inside and I run my tongue against his shaft and try to suck, which is hard to do when there’s not a lot of room to play with. He drops his hand to the top of my head and pushes in deeper, growling, “Take me in and let me own you.”

My knees are hurting against the marble floor, and it feels so wrong as he fucks my mouth as if I’m a common whore. For some reason it excites me though, which shows how fucked my brain is and hearing him command me, makes me even wetter for him.

Then he pulls out and hoists me roughly to my feet and the wild expression in his eyes makes my heart pant with lust.

Nodding toward the huge bed he growls, “Lie on your back.”

I do as he says and watch as he prowls across the room and removes a scrap of fabric from a drawer nearby and as he sits astride me, he binds it around my eyes.

It’s strange not being able to see and his low voice reaches my ears and glides like silk across my soul. “Trust me Jasmine. In this room I am your master and control every part of you. You will soon learn that I only have your best interests at heart, but I demand your acceptance of this situation. I own your mind, body and soul and your life is mine to command. Everything I do will be in your best interests and you must not challenge me in any way. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” My voice is husky because I am so turned on and he growls, “Yes, sir.”

Fuck me, I’m loving this, which shows me I must have left my mind somewhere and really should go and search for it, but not tonight; not now because for some strange reason I do trust him. So much I am placing my life in his hands, and I whisper, “Yes sir.”

I moan as his lips touch mine and his hard length rubs against my stomach, causing me to melt inside. My legs part on autopilot and as he brushes soft kisses against my skin, I love how good it feels. He drops down and circles my nipple and sucks gently, causing a fluttering of longing to float through my body like the softest summer breeze and as he dips his head between my legs, I moan with desire as he brushes his tongue against my throbbing clit. He takes his time and brings me so much pleasure, I can’t think straight and as the pressure builds, I hear the rip of a packet and then he thrusts inside my wet heat, causing me to cry out his name. “Angelo, Oh my god.”

He powers inside and growls, “Say my name again.”

“Angelo.” My voice sounds as if it’s floating on a cloud above me and as he pushes deep inside, he fills every part of my mind and soul.

The friction between our bodies is like a surge of electricity and every part of me is on high alert as it waits for something to release the building tension. I groan as he pulls out and turns me roughly until I am face down on the bed and holds my wrists behind my back.

Then I experience a sharp blow to my ass, causing me to cry out and before I can register the pain, he enters me from behind, pulling my ass upward to drive in deep. The fact I’m restrained excites me way more than it should, and he wasn’t kidding when he told me he now owned me. He does. In every way possible because as he thrusts deeper and faster, my face rubbing against the silken sheets, I am loving every single moment of pleasure he is giving me.

As soon as he drops his fingers to my throbbing clit, I scream his name as I come so hard, I register nothing but a sensation so strong it takes me on the ride of my life. Somewhere in the distance, I hear the roar of a lion as he shoots his own release and I love knowing that I’m the one who made that happen.

I’m sad when he rolls to the side and gently unties the blindfold and then runs his hand gently across my ass. “Does it hurt, baby?”

His soft, concerned voice makes me yearn for him to love me and not just use me for sex and I whisper, “No.”

My breath hitches at the dark passion in his eyes as he runs his thumb across my lips and groans, before dipping his own lips to mine and kissing me so hard and deep, he steals a little part of my soul.

My legs are shaking, and I am shocked at how much I want him already after he drove me to the edge, but he pulls back and whispers, “Now we eat.”

He grins at the surprise that must show on my face, and he nods toward the bathroom. “Clean up in there but not too much. I want to see that freshly fucked face looking at me across the dining table knowing you are burning from my attention down below. Tomorrow, we arrange oral contraception because I want to know my seed is coating your aching pussy as you sit before me at the dinner table.”

He smirks as my face flames in embarrassment and growls, “Get used to it, baby because I will only be happy if you ache where I’ve just been. After the main course we will return here for another lesson, then after dessert we will return again. Prepare yourself to be fucked senseless tonight and when you can’t take anymore, I will take you to my bed and fuck you until you pass out. Then tomorrow it happens all over again.”

I stare at him in astonishment and the dangerous gleam in his eye tells me he’s serious. How can I not desire this, crave it in fact because the way he makes me come alive is the most intoxicating sensation in the world?