Arranged Mafia Marriage

Axel

She crashes into my chest, and it’s a good thing I have moved away from the top of the staircase; chances are good I might have tumbled down.

I grab her around the waist, and haul her to me as she raises her hand. Her palm connects with my face and my neck snaps to the side. Anger courses through my veins and adrenaline laces my blood.

“What the fuck?” I grate out as I carry her up the corridor. “What’s wrong with you?”

“You,” she yells, “I am tired of your stupid threats. If you want to do something that is going to shock me, then I dare you to go through with it.”

She raises her hand again, but this time, I grab her wrist. I twist her hand behind her back as she pants.

“Fuck you,” she spits out, “I hate you.”

“Good.”

Color splotches her face. She snaps her head forward and I manage to evade it, barely. Must be a combination of my still-not-close-to-optimum state and her acting on pure adrenaline.

I lower her to her feet, “Calm down,” I grate out as I grab her other hand and pull it behind her back.

I pull her close so her breasts are flattened against my chest. Her chest heaves, her hair flows around her shoulders, and she glares at me, her green eyes spitting sparks.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sunshine,” I murmur.

Her nipples pebble against my chest, and goddamnit, if they got any harder, they’d surely poke right through the fabric of her dress.

“I want to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget all those insults that you like to spew at me.

“Why don’t you then?”

“Oh, I am not going to let you get away that easily.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Wh… what do you mean?”

I lean in close enough for our noses to bump, then I lick my tongue up her cheek.

She shivers.

“Why the fuck are you so responsive to my touch?” I stare at her through half-closed eyes.

“This is my response to how repulsive I find you,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Is that right?”

She bares her teeth.

I laugh. “Your body says otherwise. If I shove my hand between your legs, will I find you wet, Sunshine?”

“Fuck you.”

“Not yet.” I smirk.

She struggles in my grasp, every move of hers bringing her core in close contact with the already massive erection that tents my crotch. She must feel it too, for her color heightens further.

“Let go of me, you…you stronzo,” she hisses.

“Now, now, be nice.” I shackle both of her wrists with one hand. With the other, I press down on her shoulder.

She sinks down to her knees, then glowers up at me. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Less talking, more sucking,” I drawl.

Her mouth opens, and fuck, I don’t want to hear one more thing from her. If I do, I’ll lose my control and simply throw her down and bury myself inside her, and I don’t want to do that. Not yet. If I do, I might never want to leave the hot, squelching, moist place that is her cunt, and I can’t have that. Not if I want to ensure that I have her so hungry for me, she’ll do anything I ask without question. And I need that level of subservience if I want my plans to fall into place.

I lower my zipper, and my cock springs out. Her gaze widens, but before she can say anything I’ve thrust my cock into her mouth.

Heat, tightness. A shiver runs up my spine. Fucking hell, she is a siren. Every part of her body stills for a few seconds, her gaze lifted to mine. Her green eyes glow with an inner light that, if I’m not mistaken, is a combination of anger and arousal. Fucking hell, I set out to…frighten her, maybe? To try to harness that spirit of hers, but damn, if she doesn’t seem to revel in the level of darkness that stirs inside of me.

I ease my cock further inside and it hits the back of her throat. Then, before she can gag, I pull out, stay poised again with my cock at the seam of her lips.

Her shoulders rise and fall, and her pupils dilate. Without breaking the connection of her gaze, she closes her mouth around my dick. She hollows out her cheeks and- “F-u-c-k.” -a shudder runs up my spine. I bury my fingers in the back of her head and tug on her hair. She gasps around my cock and my balls harden.

Sweat breaks out on my forehead.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” I growl, “your mouth is going to be the end of me.”

I press forward on the back of her head and my cock slides in. I pull her back, then wrap my fingers around her throat. The next time I push her forward my cock slips down her throat.

“Fucking hell, I can feel my cock glide down your throat, you know that?”

Saliva drools from the corners of her mouth. Her pupils dilate as she grips my thigh to steady herself. I pull her back, then forward, and again. She moans and the vibrations travel up my dick, coil low in my belly. My groin tightens, my balls draw up. “Fuck, I am going to come,” and that is a record. I’ve never come this fast. Never. But Sunshine, here, has a hold on me that I can’t explain. Something about her seems to break through my barriers and causes me to lose control. Something I need to be careful about if I want to get through the rest of my mission.

I tighten my hold on her hair, haul her toward me. I empty myself down her throat, and she swallows it down. When I pull out, I stare at her swollen lips. The evidence of my cum and her saliva streaks her chin. I haul her to her feet, then fit my lips to hers.