Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Hey.”

“Jesus, Blaze!” Arabella gasped and glared at him as he appeared in front of her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“You barely cuss before. What has gotten into you?”

Arabella ignored his question and walked to the wardrobe. She flung it open, rummaging through it. She was aware she’d get into trouble if Sandro didn’t see her in the room but she didn’t intend to wear his shirt all day.

“Why weren’t you in the room?”

“What were you in my room for?” She asked him. She turned and noticed he was watching her. “What?”

“It’s weird to see you getting mad at me. Did Sandro do something? Well, I am not surprised. Did he fuck you against your will?”

Arabella sighed. Her resolve broke and despite not wanting to talk about what was going on with her, she shook her head. Her lips trembled and her eyes flitted to Blaze.

Blaze was in front of her in a second and he gripped her chin. “Hey, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” Said Arabella. Her eyes watered and she attempted to blink back the tears but they poured down her cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” Blaze murmured. He pulled her into his arms and let out a groan as her body shook.

He didn’t know asking her that would make her cry. He wouldn’t have done so as he hated when she was in pain. He felt as though he was the one too.

He could literally feel all the emotions she feels.

“Please, don’t cry.”

Arabella gripped his shirt as she released part of the pain she had been keeping in through the tears.

She cried until she could not and then she recalled Sandro’s warning.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to break down.” She attempted to move out of the hug but Blaze held her back.

“Why are you sorry? I should be the one apologizing.” He said gruffly. “I shouldn’t have asked you that question. It’s quite insensitive of me.”

“It’s fine.” She mumbled and proceeded to leave but he held her back again.

Arabella tilted her brows and her eyes locked on his. She stared into his beautiful toffee brown eyes longer than she wanted and she could have sworn she was seeing them for the first time.

It was even more beautiful than she had imagined and she couldn’t stop staring at him.

Blaze was beautiful and it was weird she was noticing him after a while.

“Blaze.” She mumbled as he drew close to her.

“Arabella.” Blaze let out.

His hand gripped hers and he groaned inwardly as the connection between their skin making contact sent waves of desire through him.

His dick was the first to respond before his heart thumped wildly.

Her button nose crinkled and he oddly found it attractive. The corner of her lip curved up and she licked her bottom lip slowly.

Blaze lost it. He couldn’t control himself as much as he tried. He grasped her and pulled her into him.

Despite her gasp, he didn’t stop. His head dipped and he took her lip in a long sweet kiss.

It was long overdue, he thought and he didn’t regret that it was happening.

Arabella’s eyes widened. She stood startled in Blaze’s arm. He was kissing her. Blaze was fucking kissing her.

She gripped his shirt as he nipped her bottom lip. Her mouth opened itself and he slipped his tongue inside.

Arabella moaned. “Blaze.”

Blaze halted. As he heard his name, he felt as though he was brought back to reality.

He removed his lips from hers and kept her at arm’s length.

“W-why?” She stuttered. She cleared her throat and flushed. “Why did you stop?”

She asked in a small voice. Her cheeks reddened and she averted her gaze from him. She wondered if she was acting desperate.

She supposed she was because she wouldn’t ask him such whilst he was under Sandro’s roof. Heck, Blaze had kissed her and she enjoyed it.

Did it make her the whore Thalia classified her as? She wondered as she watched him walk away from her.

“I’m really sorry Arabella. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“It’s only a kiss, silly!” Arabella said, attempting a joke but he wasn’t having it.

He shook his head and run a hand through his messy brown hair. He turned to her and she noticed his eyes were narrowed.

“I wanted this to be perfect. I feel it’s ruined now.”

Blaze grimaced at how weird it sounded even to his ears. He couldn’t believe he was here talking about the perfect kiss to Arabella whereas all his life he never asked women before he did what he wanted with them.

Arabella noticed the flush on his face and giggled. She believed it was hard for him to admit what he just said.

“It’s not.” She said walking towards him.

Blaze shook his head and held out his hand. “Please stop. Don’t make it awkward more than it seems.”

With that he walked out of the room, not sparing her a second glance.

What the hell?!

She glared at the spot he once stood in and heaved a breath. “Such an asshole.”

Grabbing what she came for, she walked back to Sandro’s room.

“Where did you go?”

Arabella lurched. She placed a hand on her beating chest and glared at Sandro as he stood casually at the corner of the room.

She didn’t know why he always did that. Not only him but Blaze as well.

She wondered if they liked staying in the shadow on purpose to frighten unsuspecting people or if it was part of them.

“I said where did you go?!” Sandro asked forcefully.

Arabella furrowed her brows. She tilted the nightie with her in the air. “I went for this. I can’t sleep in this.”

She gripped the shirt she donned and turned her back to him.

Her nose wrinkled as she stayed backing him. She felt his eyes bore holes into her back and wondered why he wasn’t looking away. But she wasn’t expecting anything less from him because he had made her affair not private to him.

“Can you at least turn so I can change? You make me so uncomfortable.” She said in a low voice but she believe he heard her.

Stilling as she felt him approaching her, she gripped the nightie to her nose, inhaling the sweet scent before staring at the wall.

“Bella, my sweet, Arabella.”

Arabella winced as he gripped her hair. His hand wrapped around her waist and he pulled her into him.

“Do you enjoy making me mad at you? Why did you leave when I asked you not to?” He whispered into her ear.

Arabella shivered. Her nostrils flared and she greedily inhaled his woodsy scent before berating herself.

Sandro’s hand slipped inside her shirt and cupped her breasts before tweaking her nipple.

He bit on her earlobe and he let his hand trail down to the band of the loose trouser she donned.

“Please, Sandro.”

“You want me to punish you?” He chuckled.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Arabella quivered. It wasn’t because of the coolness in the atmosphere. It was because of Sandro. He was laughing but it didn’t seem as though the laughter was genuine.

It sounded rough.

Her fear was confirmed as he swirled her to look at him.

His sea-green eyes blazed and it was a weird golden colour she had often seen it in when he was mad at her. She was intrigued by them.

She often wondered how his eyes were able to change quickly and she hadn’t come up with a good enough answer in her head.

“Your eyes…” Her hand stretched out to touch his cheeks.

Sandro slapped her hand away and he gripped it. “Yes, I am fucking pissed at you for not being able to obey any of my words. I don’t fucking care if I kill you this instant.”

He shoved her into the bed and Arabella fell with a thud. She stood abruptly and gasped. “I only went for a freaking nightie. I do not want to freeze.”

“You don’t need one because I prefer you naked writhing underneath me. And I have enough body heat to share with you.”

Arabella flushed. She was an object. She knew that already but the way he kept on reminding her about what she was to him infuriated her.

“Now, your defiance is going to fucking kill you.” Sandro snapped.

Arabella bit her lip as he fell on the bed beside her.

“I’m sorry. ” She mumbled. Then yelled. “I’m sorry I didn’t know picking a nightie will make you want to kill me quickly. If I knew sooner, I’d have done so to save myself from some of the pains I felt.”

Sandro halted. He narrowed his eyes at her before shaking his head. “I know what you are trying to do.”

Arabella shrugged. She turned her back and slipped out of his shirt, donning it.

“I’ve seen all,” Sandro said. Despite that, he felt as if he was learning her body over again. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was tight and fucking sweet.

Considering he was her first, he’d say she was the best he ever had. Not even Thalia came close to her.

“I do not care what you think. Just kill me already.” She said.

“I’d need you here a lot longer, in between my fucking thighs. Move all the thoughts of death away because I am not killing you now.”

Sandro discarded the bullet in the gun with him and tossed them outside. Then he lay on the bed shutting his eyes.

“Even in my sleep, I know what you do. Trying to run away is dangerous.”

Arabella sighed. She shoved the thought of escape away from her mind. She didn’t know how he knew she was moving. Perhaps, her steps were too loud.

But then, she had no choice. She couldn’t escape herself even if she was able to.

She was scared of what Sandro would do to her and waiting on Blaze might take forever until he got a plan in order. But he believed it was better to walk with only a leg.

Creating a boundary between Sandro and her, she lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Her lip curved up in a grin as she thought of the kiss with Blaze.

He had termed it awkward. But she knew better. Or perhaps, that was what her brain was interpreting it as because she doubted he felt nothing.

Nonetheless, he had mentioned he intended to make it perfect. That was enough for her to know she wasn’t the only one into the kiss.

Her hand went to her lip and she imagined Blaze kissing her.

It was soft and sensual. Maybe if it had gone on further, she might let him fuck her.

But that would make her feel like a whore. She already felt like one. Sandro was fucking and she enjoyed it. Now she wanted Blaze to do the same.

Jesus, Arabella, such a dirty thought from a goody-two-shoes like you. She mused and giggled.

But that didn’t stop her from having further naughty thoughts about him whilst she slept.