The Mafia Contract Series

I am hooked on whatever drug he has given me. I never expected this passion, or the delight in me as he played my body like the most gifted musician. As he eased inside, and the pain hit me, he distracted my attention from it with a slight nip on my neck and a bite to my lips. Subsequently, I didn’t experience the indescribable pain some have spoken of. Instead, it all merged into one huge sense of fulfillment.

He now owns me completely and to think I almost passed this chance by. I was a fool because who cares if it’s not love? Lust comes a close second, and there is no doubt I made the right decision.

The way he is holding me so tenderly makes me wonder about the possibilities. Surely, he has the capacity to fall in love. He is so caring and so tender where it counts and yet the blank expression and the tone of his voice tells me for now this is only business.

As he strokes me leisurely, I shiver with desire because being this close to him, skin on skin, with him inside me, has brought an intimacy to our relationship I wasn’t expecting. It strikes me that my mom was wrong about this, and I laugh softly, causing him to pull my face to his and say with a curious smile, “Does something amuse you?”

“I was thinking of mom’s parting words of advice. I was laughing because she got that wrong, at least.”

He strokes my face and stares into my eyes. “What did she say?”

“That I should get used to lying on my back and spreading my legs and my life was going to be filled with pain for as long as I have it.”

His frown makes me doubt voicing my thoughts, and he says gruffly, “Your mom is a fool. She was just describing her own relationship, so you should pity her for that.”

Sighing, he leans back and pulls my head down to his chest and lets my hair filter through his fingers, which is kind of nice. “It sounds as if your parents were a lot like mine and I decided I wouldn’t carry on with the tradition.”

“At least it’s your choice.”

“What do you mean?”

I hear the undercurrent of tension in his voice and regret raising the subject as it’s causing our bubble to deflate a little and I look up at him and smile.

“You get to call the shots; I don’t have a choice. You can’t deny it either. This is business, after all; you said it yourself. I am the product you negotiated, and it was your choice, and tonight was another business decision you made. I was given the contract, and it was up to me if I signed or not.”

“So, I gave you a choice.”

“Yes, but you don’t play fair and knew I would be curious.”

“I knew nothing.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head and pulls me back to his chest.

“The reason I gave you a choice is that I won’t be the monster my father was. I’ve never forced a woman into my bed, and I never will. The fact I wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted another woman shocked me a little and so I won’t apologize for playing dirty. You see, Jasmine, the part of your name I like the most is the ‘mine’ part. I consider you mine now and I’m not looking for anyone else. We could enjoy what that means with no emotion and just have some fun. God knows we deserve that at least and it makes a difficult situation a lot easier. On both of us.”

His words sound empty to me. Cold even and I’m disappointed about that and so I nod and say with a sigh, “Of course, I should be grateful, I suppose.”

For some reason, the tears burn, and I fight like crazy to blink them back. He’s right, I should be thankful that this isn’t what most girls in my position suffer. I’m the lucky one, I guess, but it doesn’t really seem that way now.

I’m feeling empty and a little used and I sit up, drawing my bloodied legs to my chest and say softly, “Well, thanks for a great evening, but I’m guessing you want to head to your room now. I’ll let you know my decision in the morning whether I agree to your terms-or not.”

I make to leave, and a strong hand pulls me back, and he says gruffly, “You’re angry.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“A little.”

Sitting up, he pulls me to face him, and I’m shocked at the rare glimpse of emotion I see in his eyes.

He cups my face in both hands and twists his mouth into a wicked grin.

“Obviously, you need more persuading.”

“I don’t think…” The fact my pussy is throbbing with pain tells me I should really give it a break and he drops a light kiss on my lips and whispers, “Let me take care of you first.”

“But…” “Come with me.”

He springs naked from the bed and, to my surprise, lifts me into his arms and carries me toward a door in the corner of the room. He kicks it open, and as we enter another huge bathroom, he sets me down carefully and says firmly, “Wait there.”

I watch as he fills the tub with hot, steamy water and adds a splash of scented oil and then as the tub fills, he reaches for me and kisses me in a long leisurely seal of ownership that has me arching toward him again.

Angelo Sontauro is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it and I must remember that because he is now waging an assault on my emotions just to bring me in line, and that’s all this is. The fact he is so tender, caring even, fills my heart with hope that maybe we could be more one day.

Thinking back to Mrs. Bourne’s words, I kind of understand what she meant because this man is lost and doesn’t even know it. We both are which is why I hope we can find our way together.

Angelo helps me into the deep bath and my body screams with relief and pleasure. It feels so good, and I’m surprised when he climbs in behind me and draws me tightly against him with my back to his chest. His arms wrap around me, and he splashes some liquid soap on his hands and proceeds to massage every part of my body, bringing it back to life and desperate for more of what he can give me.

“Why are you being so kind?”

I’m still not sure of that, and his low voice rumbles against my ear. “Because I want to make this good for you and I want you to love being my wife. It doesn’t have to be a marriage made in Hell. We are attracted to one another and could make it work, even have fun, and make something good in this miserable life we inherited.”

“That’s it. Just a bit of fun.”

“Isn’t that enough?”

He continues to massage my shoulders and I must admit, he does make a compelling case and so I nod and make my decision that was always going to be a big fat yes.

“Ok, Angelo. I’ll be your friend with benefits. So, what happens now?”

He grabs my chin and twists my face to his and I’m surprised when he kisses me hungrily and with a passion I wasn’t expecting. The water spills over the edge of the bath and, with a low growl, he spins me around and crushes me to his chest. It’s almost caveman like and there is no time to question him before he pulls me from the bath and growls, “The lessons begin.”

“What lessons?”

I’m a little afraid as he stares at my body with a sense of ownership and if I didn’t see it before, now I do. This man is more powerful than any man I have ever met and the fire in his eyes tells me I just agreed to something that may ruin me.