Arranged Mafia Marriage

Seb

I flip up her skirt, and the creamy globes of her ass are bared to my gaze. So damn tempting. Before I can stop myself, I bend and bite the curve of her ass cheek.

She gasps, then writhes around. Her butt twitches. I straighten, and massage the bite marks on her ass.

“You’re so fucking tempting,” I growl. I hadn’t meant to lose my control, but when she insulted my masculinity, she knew exactly what she was doing. When she touched my raging arousal through my pants, I was a goner.

“You manipulated me.” I lean over and place my mouth next to her ear. “You pushed and prodded at my control, knowing if you pressed the right buttons, you’d get a reaction from me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she taunts.

“Is that right?” I close my teeth around her ear lobe and tug. She moans. I suck on it, then release it, only to drag my tongue around the shell of her ear. Her entire body jerks.

“What are you doing?” she gasps, her voice breathless.

“Making you pay for what you did.”

I reach over, grab the bottle of olive oil on the table, then straighten.

“Why do you need that?” She gulps.

“Why do you think?”

She tries to rise up, but I press down on her back. “Stay there,” I order.

“But I don’t wanna,” she pouts.

“Not giving you a choice, Princess.” I remove the cork of the bottle with my teeth, and spit it aside. Then I dribble the oil over the valley between her ass cheeks.

“Seb, please,” she gasps. “Seb…”

“Do you want me to stop?” I glare at her face.

She glances at me from the corner of her eye.

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She shakes her head.

“Then keep your mouth closed, or I’ll do it for you.”

She huffs, but doesn’t reply. She juts out her lower lip, and Dio Santo, I want to fit my mouth on hers and bite down on it.

Holding her gaze, I slide my fingers down the valley between her ass cheeks. She shivers. I play with her puckered hole, and she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Oh, my god,” she moans.

I slide one finger inside her back hole, then another. I hook my fingers and she wheezes. Her breath comes in little pants, her forehead scrunches up. She slaps her palm on the table, then slides it over to grab at the edge.

“That… that’s different,” she pants.

“No shit.”

I reach down with my other hand, unhook my belt, then lower my zipper. The rasping sound fills the space and her eyelids flutter.

“Is it going to hurt?” she huffs.

“I’m sure it will,” I promise.

She snaps her eyelids open.

I chuckle. “Just kidding.”

She scowls at me. “Very funny.”

“It may hurt initially,” I explain, “but if you relax, it should fade away, and I promise, the orgasm that follows will be intense.”

“So you keep saying. Yet you’ve never let me come.”

“Ideally, I wouldn’t let you come now, either.”

“Why you-” She rears up, but I press down on her back once more.

“Don’t move,” I warn as I pull out my fingers, then fit myself to the entrance of her back channel. “Ready, Princess?”

“What do you think, you smirking jerkalope, you-”

I angle my hips and thrust into her.

She gasps, then bites down on her lower lip.

I give her time to adjust to my size. I bring my hand around to play with her clit and she parts her legs wider. She thrusts out her hips, and I slip in another centimeter.

“That’s it,” I croon. “Let me in, Princess.”

“You’re… you’re too big,” she groans.

“You can take it.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with a monster cock up your arsehole.”

I laugh. “Doesn’t The-Actor-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named have a phrase to fit the occasion?”

“He bloody well does.” She scowls up at me from under her eyelashes.

“What is it? Are you going to tell me?”

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“Am I succeeding?” I murmur.

“Almost…”

I ease in a little more and push through her ring of muscles. Both of us groan. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight, Princess. You’re fucking killing me here.”

“If you don’t open your heart to people, you end up being excluded from the rest of the world,” she mumbles under her breath.

“Gesu Cristo, it turns me on when you say those quotes, you know that?” My cock throbs, and my balls tighten. The blood rushes to my groin and I have to draw in a breath, then another. I grip her hips as I impale her.

“Oh, god, Seb,” she whimpers as I grind my pelvis against the softness of her butt. I pull back, then thrust forward. My balls slap against her flesh. She contracts around me and a groan rumbles up my chest.

“Cazzo.” I squeeze her hips as I begin to move-pull back, then lunge forward. The entire table shakes. Her body moves forward with the impact.

“Seb,” she cries out. Her entire body jolts. “Oh, god, I’m going to-”

“Don’t you dare,” I growl. “Don’t you dare come, Princess.”

“Please,” she whines. “Please, please, please.”

Her thigh muscles spasm as I pull back, then brace my booted feet on the ground, before I plunge forward again. A bead of sweat slides down my temple as I slam into her. I hit a spot deep inside her, and she opens her mouth in a wordless cry. A trembling grips her. Her spine curves. She pulls back her shoulders, and that’s when I lean forward and place my cheek against hers.

“Come for me, baby. Come right now.”

Her entire body tenses, then she shudders as her inner walls constrict around my shaft, and she shatters. I continue to move in and out of her as the aftershocks grip her. My balls draw up, and I groan as I empty myself inside her. I lower my body to hers, place my cheek against hers, as my orgasm seems to go on and on. When it finally fades away, I open my eyes and straighten, only to find her still, her breathing almost steady.

“Princess…” I drag my mouth against her lips. “You awake?”

“Hmm?” She flutters her eyes open. Her pupils are dilated, so there’s only a ring of blue left around the black.

I pull out of her, and she winces.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head, her features still wearing a dazed expression. I reach for a napkin from the table and clean myself before tucking myself back in. Then I fold the napkin and run it between her legs.

“What are you doing?” She tries to straighten, but I hold her down. “Hush, let me clean you up, baby.”

I complete the job, toss the napkin aside, then flip down her skirt. I reach over, take her hand, and pull her up to standing, then turn her to face me. She sways and I righten her. “You okay?”

“I think so.” Her eyes are clearer.

I pull out her panties, then squat down and hold them out. She steps into them and I pull them up her legs, pushing her skirt out of the way. I settle them over her hips, then smooth her skirt down over her legs.

“I’m clean,” she murmurs. “I can show you the paperwork.”

“Me, too.” I tuck a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “I also know you’re on the pill. Not that it matters this time, but for the future.”

“How do you-“?” She frowns, then her forehead clears. “You had me checked out?”

“It would have been careless of me if I hadn’t before I proposed to you.”

She pales, then squares her shoulders. “And?” She firms her lips. “What did you find?”

“Nothing you haven’t already told me.” If I hadn’t been watching her closely, I might not have noticed her shoulders relax. Is she hiding something from me?

She tips up her chin and glowers at me. “Naturally, there’s nothing else you could have found; because I told you everything.”

Was that too emphatic a statement? Something prickles the edges of my subconscious mind, but I push it away. This is Elsa. There’s no way she could be lying to me. Most likely, she’s unnerved that I had her checked out, which is understandable.

“I know you have,” I interject. “And the only reason I brought up the pill is because, while I’ve always used condoms in the past, I’d rather not with you.”

“Oh.” She blinks rapidly. “Okay, then.”

“That’s it? No arguing with me on this?”

She shakes her head.

“If all it takes to quiet you is to feed you my dick, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

She flushes, then brushes past me.

I catch her wrist. “Hey,” I murmur, “that’s a joke.”

She hesitates, then nods. “I know.”

I pull her to me, then wrap my arm around her. “Are you really okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“It was uncomfortable in the beginning, but you were right. Once I got past that, it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It probably didn’t hurt that you didn’t let me come the last few times.” She shuffles her feet.

“If it’s any consolation, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, as well.” I cup her cheek. “It’s going to get complicated between us, you know that, right?”

She blows out a breath. “I know,” she whispers. She holds my gaze for a few seconds more, then drops it. “Uh, I need to go to the bathroom and clean up a little, before eating.”

“So do I.” I grab the soiled napkins, lead her toward the ladies’ room, then walk into the gents’ to wash up. I walk out a few seconds later, turn toward the table, then hesitate. I lean a shoulder against the wall and pull out my phone as I wait for her.

There’s a message from Michael. “This trip had better be worth it.”

I wince. The title of Don has never fit anyone better. Even if he hadn’t been born the oldest, he was made for this life. As was Luca. Then there’s Massimo, who’s never wanted anything else. Xander was the artist… If he had lived, I’ve no doubt, he’d have broken quite a few of the Mafia rules. Both with his profession and his sexuality. Axel came close to separating himself from the Mafia, considering he’s Xander and Christian’s triplet, who was not only united with us later, but also turned out to be an undercover cop-now retired. Christian… Well, he seems content with the life, and now he’s married, so he’s not going to take any risks. Also, he’s loyal to Michael. Which leaves Adrian who, while easygoing, should not be underestimated. Although, so far, he hasn’t ever said he wants something other than the Mafia life. And me? This opportunity with JJ Kane and Trinity enterprises is the closest I’ve come to realizing my ambition of making a life beyond the Mafia tradition.

Which still leaves me now married, with a wife and a kid to care for. Cazzo, how did things change so quickly?

The door to the ladies’ room opens and Elsa steps out. I straighten, and she seems surprised to see me. “You didn’t have to wait for me. I could have found my own way back to the table, you know.”

“Not when you’re with me.”

She flushes, her expression somewhere between being delighted and surprised. I escort her back to the table just as the men file in.

Antonio nods in my direction, then they take their seats at diagonal ends of the restaurant, near the windows. That way, they can keep track of what’s happening outside, as well.

As if it’s a signal, the owner bustles in with baskets of bread. He glances between us. “Ready to order?”