Blood & Marriage (Dark Mafia Romance) (15 page)

I spread my legs wider, but that only rolled my underwear
back up, trapping his hand against my pussy. I moaned in frustration and caught
his lips in an intense, deep kiss that almost made me forget I needed to
breathe fresh air, not just Santo’s addictive gasps.

I let out an embarrassing groan when one of his long fingers
slid into me up to the knuckle. He sucked on my bottom lip, making me unable to
do anything but take the pleasure he was giving me.

“These need to go,” he said, looking down at my panties. He
let go of my hands, and I didn’t even know what to do with the sudden freedom.
He pulled his finger out of me and sucked on it with a satisfied groan. “So
good. And all mine.”

I gasped and tore my panties off, swiftly rolling over to
kneel next to him. Now that I could see all of him, the pieces that I’d put
together in my head were complete, and I put my hands on his narrow hips,
leaning in just enough for my nipples to rub against his chest. It was a
provocation, but it felt so good.

Santo’s hands went straight to my breasts, and he kissed me
as he squeezed them. Everything about the way he moved spoke of both passion
and control. A strange concoction that I couldn’t get enough of. “I shouldn’t
have told you about my weakness for them,” he muttered into my lips.

I smirked and gave him a very brief open-mouthed kiss. “And
now you’re doomed forever,” I whispered, brushing the back of my hand up and
down the trail of dark hair underneath his navel.

Santo rocked his hips. “Go on. Lower. You know you want to.
You pretend to be this angel, but all you want is for me to fill you with
cock.”

A broken sound escaped my lips, and when one of his big warm
hands slid up the side of my face, I nipped on his thumb and let my instincts
lead me back to his thick, wonderfully warm cock. I squeezed it, not too hard,
getting used to its weight in my grip.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” Santo’s gaze locked with
mine as he let his other hand trail over my stomach to my pussy. He was right.
I was
so
ready.

“Yes. I can feel you’re ready too,” I said, tugging on his
cock and slowly sinking lower in front of him. I kissed the middle of his chest
and moved my lips lower, the excitement pooling inside me rising with every
inch of him that I touched.

The gasp he made had me smiling. I would make him addicted
to me too. “Oh, wow…” Was all that was left of his cocky dirty talk.

I smirked triumphantly and looked up at him when my mouth
brushed against his navel, so close to his groin I could sense the strong,
musky scent of his body. I was already imagining the smooth skin of his cock on
my tongue, and it made me rock my hips back, as if there was another one of him
there, pushing into me.

“Go on.” He watched me with his dark eyelids lowered, and he
slid his hand into my hair, but didn’t push. “You’re so fucking hot. If I were
eighteen I’d come in my pants from just looking at you.”

“How old are you?” I asked, leaning so low over his cock
that he could surely sense my breath on the head. I pulled down the foreskin, a
bit intimidated by how unfamiliar it was. The top was so smooth against my
fingertips, now slightly damp from the clear fluid already beading in the slit.

“Seriously? Now?” He breathed hard, but didn’t actually seem
unhappy about the question. “Twenty-three since last week.”

I barked out a laugh that sounded very unladylike, but it
was the push I needed, and my tongue rolled over his cockhead, taking in the
salty bitterness of his pre-cum and the heat that felt so different than it did
on my hand.

Santo’s grip on my hair tightened. “Oh, fuck… Just…do
whatever you like,” he mumbled, flexing his thighs, as if to stop himself from
pushing forward.

I relaxed my shoulders, moving back slightly when my neck
started aching from the unnatural angle. On my knees and with one hand
supporting my weight, I kissed his cock all the way to the base and licked my
way up, getting used to the new textures and his rich scent, which was getting
me more aroused by the second.

My pussy was so hot and wet that the cool air in the room
stung me when I spread my knees farther, opening up my nether lips. I wondered
whether I shouldn’t ask him for directions anyway, but decided to take my time
and explore him from the very tip to his warm balls, which were a pleasant
weight in my palm.

“Spreading legs for me already?” Santo reached back between
my buttocks and I whimpered against his cock when he brushed his fingertips
against my pussy lips from behind. He would drive me crazy before I even came.

When I took the head of his cock in my lips for the first
time, it felt almost too large, and I was afraid I’d hurt him with my teeth,
but my body took over, and I closed my eyes, slowly moving my hand up and down
his cock and sucking on the tip. He got even harder, and I was starting to
wonder if he’d come soon. Did I want to swallow? I was not that sure about
that, but whenever any doubts went through my head, the smooth caress of his
hands gliding over my body dispersed all thoughts that had managed to form in
my head.

“This is so good, baby,” Santo whispered, but then it was me
moaning when he leaned over me and slid two fingers into my throbbing, hot
pussy, hooking them and massaging me on the inside.

I pumped his cock a bit firmer and raised my head, biting
into the fragrant flesh stretching over his ribs. I was torn between wanting to
continue and the need to have him inside me. Not his fingers but his cock,
which had fit in me so perfectly last time.

It was as if he was reading my mind. “You’ve had enough,
kitten, haven’t you?”

Before I knew it his fingers slipped out of me, and he
pulled on my hips, turning me around on the smooth bedding with ease. My ass
was right in front of his cock, and I had to spread my knees wider to
accommodate him kneeling. I looked over my shoulder, hot all over and panting,
to catch a glimpse of that perfect cock.

“Yes, please,” I asked quietly, pushing my heels against the
sides of his calves. I could sense that tender emptiness inside me again, and I
arched my hips toward him, like a cat wanting to be petted.

Santo didn’t wait any longer, his cockhead aligned with my
opening, and he pushed right in, making me grab the comforter and mewl at how
good it felt. His hands were on my ass, on my sides, tracing my ribs as he made
another thrust, forcing himself deep inside of my body. In this position his
balls rubbed against my labia, and I was going wild from the combined pleasure
of it all.

His palm moved up my spine, all the way between my shoulder blades,
and my front dropped to the mattress as I braced myself for him as if I’d done
it a thousand times already. “This is so good.”

“Oh yeah? How about this?” Santo started rocking his hips,
slowly at first, his cock pulling out only slightly, just to push right back in
again. My body was made to take his cock, and there was nothing else I could
think about as he stroked my skin and pumped into me.

I grinned into the comforter as pleasure rose inside me when
my breasts dragged over the bedding from the force of his thrusts. “It’s
great,” I admitted, pushing my hips back to meet him halfway. I stretched when
all my muscles unknotted one by one, turned into liquid by the electric
sensation inside me and wherever he was touching me.

Santo leaned forward, and covered me with his body, only
reminding me of how gorgeous and muscular he was. One of his hands dragged over
my breasts, as his thrusts intensified, while the other trailed down my
stomach, and straight for my clit, making me moan louder. My knees went soft,
and my brain got fuzzy, yet his cock never stopped its onslaught, drilling into
me without mercy.

I didn’t
want
mercy. I wanted him to fuck me hard.

In my fantasies, we were already doing it again. With me on
top and him burying his face between my breasts. I came so suddenly the force
of my inner muscles contracting was almost painful, but then sweet heat washed
over me in waves put in motion by his cock drilling me over and over.

He squeezed my nipple to the edge of pain, and his fingers
on my clit were like magic. In this position, under him, I felt like a lioness.
One that would only yield to the most impressive male around. And to that one
male I opened my legs and let him come in me. The fantasy intensified with
bright colors when Santo bit down on my nape, coming with a low grunt.

Those last few thrusts were rough and strong, his hips
slapping against my ass. My face was burning against the bedding, but I
wouldn’t move, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm and enjoying Santo’s. My
pussy would be dripping with his cum like last time, and only he would know I
was a dirty girl who enjoyed every last second of being fucked.

I slowly looked back at him from the side where I could
sense air moving my hair, and smiled at the picture he made, flushed dark red
and resting with his eyes closed.

“Do I get to know your Instagram name now?”

A sly smile colored his lips, but he didn’t open his eyes.
“Are you done with me?”

I exhaled. I should be, but my heart throbbed with pain when
I thought of forgetting Santo, as immoral as that made me.

“Not yet,” I whispered.

At least until my husband was found.

One month slipped through my fingers like sand. One month of
moving from hotel, to hotel, a month of making sure I was never alone with
Vincenzo and that I was alone with Santo as often as humanly possible. For
reasons unknown to me, Vincenzo’s entourage considered Santo the ideal guardian
for me. The men, all of whom were older than him and much less sophisticated,
seemed to be of the opinion that Santo was emasculated and inept when it came
to dealing with women ‘like a man should’, and they didn't shy away from making
those comments in my presence either. I was embarrassed and angry on Santo’s
behalf, but I very quickly discovered the method in the madness.

Despite constantly making dirty advances toward me, Vincenzo
didn’t even try to hide that he was going to strip clubs and inviting sex
workers for parties in his hotel room on quiet nights in. I found out Santo was
considered a bit of a spoilsport when it came to those kinds of events, which
left him “stuck” guarding me while everyone was out to prove their masculinity
with women for whose attention they needed to pay.

We’d even managed to sneak out for a few hours on
Valentine's day. We went to a forest and goofed off on an icy lake. Santo
wouldn’t let me enter the surface before he checked it was safe, because he had
to be the man’s man of course. I didn’t mind. It was fun to see him go that
extra mile for me.

I was beginning to worry about having sex with no
protection, because if I got pregnant
now
, it would have been
suspicious, but when I was in the moment, everything faded into the background.

I dived into the pool and let the cool water envelop my body
in perfect stillness. It was not a big pool, but sufficient for a swim in the
afternoon. I liked that the ceiling was made of glass, and when I rolled to my
back I could watch the thick white clouds above. I couldn’t complain about the
standard of the places where we stayed, but I was still never left to my own
devices. At all times, I could feel someone’s eyes on me, and Vincenzo had
someone check on me on a regular basis.

When I was with Santo, all my troubles washed away, but
whenever we parted my body became tense and overactive once more, frightening
me with thoughts of the consequences of my careless behavior. Every day, I
promised myself that the affair with Santo would end once my husband was back,
but his presence added so much sweetness to my days that I had a hard time
thinking about losing him.

A wolf whistle didn’t make me stop swimming, but it did
alarm me. And when I noticed the tacky crocodile skin shoes following me along
the side of the pool, I knew exactly who came to see me. Was Santo with
Vincenzo? I sure hoped he was, and not because I wore a skimpy two-piece
swimsuit. Thinking back, I kind of wished I had a simple one-piece on when it
was Vincenzo who was around.

“Hello,” I said and moved my legs lower so that my body
would blur under the water. “Did you have a good day?”

Vincenzo crouched at the edge of the pool, and I had to look
up into his face to avoid facing his crotch. “It’s got good now. We should go
skinny dipping some time.”

I made sure my laugh didn’t sound too fake. “Oh, no. It’s
not something I do.”

“Why? You afraid to catch seaweed in your pussy?” Vincenzo
laughed out loud. “My dick could protect it.”

I was stunned for a moment, so much so that his words didn’t
outright disgust me. Did he believe this idea was somehow flirty? Sexy? It was
as if he had the mind of a fourteen year old who couldn’t help but mask his
arousal with stupid jokes.

“I just don’t do that,” I said, making sure I wasn’t too
close to him, yet not far away enough for him to be offended. Navigating his
fragile ego was a minefield.

“Why not? You will when you’re my wife.” Vincenzo’s gaze on
my body became somehow even stickier than before, and no amount of chlorinated
water could wash it off. He really believed that would happen. Considering how
often he’d approached me with unwanted attention, maybe the perspective of
being my husband/master was the only thing keeping him from outright assaulting
me.

I composed myself and shrugged. I told myself I would be
fine as long as he didn’t molest me physically, but his scrutiny was
uncomfortable in its own right. “You would have to convince me.”

“Oh, I have something to convince you, baby girl.” He
snorted and cupped his dick through his pants. I wished I hadn’t had lunch,
because it was rising to my throat. And yet, the worst thing was that he wasn’t
just a clown. He could be dangerous, or he’d never have been made an underboss
of a family that was thriving when it came to business.

“I’m a lady. I think you’ll need to try a gentler approach,”
I said with a straight face, even though keeping it up would have made me sweat
if I weren’t immersed in water.

“I like to see you blush like that.” Vincenzo reached out
and brushed his thumb over my nose.

My body acted immediately, and I swam slightly farther away,
but before he could jump after me to put me in my place, Santo’s tall form
appeared at the entrance.

“My father called.”

I decided to pretend nothing happened and swam along the
pool, toward the little metal ladder where I could climb out of the water. With
Santo here, Vincenzo would not follow me to the female locker room. Only now
when the danger was over was my skin tingly with discomfort.

Emilio, Vincenzo’s bodyguard and buddy watched me as I swam,
but got up as soon as Santo approached him.

“They’ve been found. One of our associates put a tracker on
them,” Santo said, not even sparing me a glance. “Father had to act fast, so he
put out a message to one of our on-call agents nearby, but we need to go in
case something goes wrong. If we’re close, we will be able to track them
ourselves.”

Vincenzo’s smile widened as if he were the poor man’s Joker,
and he stepped closer as I was climbing out of the pool, grabbed my arm and
pulled me out by force. His sudden proximity made me recoil, but he still
forced me against him, uncaring that his clothes would get wet.

“We’ll see what you’re worth to Seth. If he has any balls
left, you’ll be a sufficient bargaining chip.” Vincenzo’s hot breath was on my cheek
and I wanted to disappear, which seemed close to impossible with his fingers
painfully digging into my arm.

Santo came a few steps closer, but there was no way for him
to act on my behalf without making everyone suspicious. “I know she’s a hot
piece of ass, but we need to go.” He said and reached out for me as if I were
an item he would graciously deal with so that his boss was free to do his manly
job.

Vincenzo gave Santo a nod, and pushed me right into Santo’s
arms. And yet I couldn’t act as if I wanted to be there, and avoided looking at
Santo to play that up.

“Please, just let me change,” I said, glancing up at
Vincenzo, as if my life depended on him only. “I’ll be very quick.”

Santo groaned and rolled his eyes. “I’ll get her sorted out,
and we’ll be right behind you. Call Switchboard for live updates on the
tracker.” He pulled me roughly by the arm, as if dealing with me was the worst
of chores.

It didn’t take long for me to change into jeans and a black
long-sleeve worn under a fluffy hoodie. My hair was still wet, and I had no
makeup on, but I would be ready to go as soon as I grabbed my unpacked luggage
from the room upstairs. Despite the necessity to soon reunite with Vincenzo and
his entourage, I was excited about being alone in the car with Santo.

Checking out of the hotel couldn’t have taken more than ten
minutes, and I was already buckling up for the ride in the car.

Santo took his place in the driver’s seat and slammed the
door shut. “Are you insane?” he hissed at me as soon as we were alone, and I
was so taken aback by the outburst, I didn’t know what to say at first. He
reached into the glove compartment and shoved a wooly hat at me. “It’s
freezing, and your hair is wet!”

I blinked, only to beam at him and pull on the hat. It was
adorable that he cared so much about my comfort. “You’re acting like my
grandmom.”

Santo grumbled something and started the car, leaving the
parking lot with a screech of tires. “It’s only reasonable. Anyway, when push
comes to shove, stay close to me. I don’t even know if we will get to them.
Acerbi’s been in situations like this one many times, and he always slipped
through the cracks like oil. But my father said he’s sure this is a good lead.”

I swallowed, looking at Santo’s handsome profile. Never
before had I wanted Seth to disappear as much as I did now. Did that make me a
bad person? “What happens if they escape again?”

Santo’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. “I don’t even
know anymore. It feels like we’re hunting ghosts. Usually, after this much
time, if the person we’re tracking isn’t dead, the bounty for them is still out
there, but resources aren’t stretched this much. On top of that…” Santo’s
features hardened, “Federico wants Domenico alive. I’m missing a vital piece of
the puzzle, and I’m not liking it at all.”

I was surprised by how honest he was. Information like this
wasn’t usually shared with the women. It was men’s business, and that was that.
But Santo was different. He was real with me, sharing a work-related issue that
was troubling him. As if I wasn’t just a pretty girl to him, but someone he
considered smart enough not to pass his secrets any further.

I reached out and closed my hand over his thigh to show my
support. “You told me he’s one of your best men. He is loyal. Maybe your father
thinks he’d be an asset.”

We were speeding to catch up with Vincenzo and his men, and
I watched the vast retail park peppered with restaurants standing in the middle
of car parks. The urban planning on this side of the pond was so completely
unfamiliar to me that I found myself watching the landscape of grass, concrete,
and steel.

“Maybe. The question is, who is he loyal to? For all I know,
my father might have some plan even I don’t know about.” Santo shook his head.
“I need to make sure they don’t kill Seth, and that will be my priority, right
after keeping you alive.”

I gave him a soft smile, even though the perspective of
being back with the husband who had spent less than a total of twenty-four
hours in my presence was making me feel ill. No matter how happy I was with
Santo, there was an expiry date on our relationship. It could only exist in a
little bubble, away from prying eyes.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy for Seth. His
bodyguard, who’d scared me on the day I arrived at the Villani house, stood by
him no matter what. He’d rejected his organization in the name of staying true
to his loyalties. As unpleasant as the man seemed, his conduct had been
admirable.

The trip soon became a long and weird cocktail of boring yet
tense. Santo wouldn’t let me put on the radio, claiming he needed to be aware
of our surroundings, and we just drove on and on and on. In the meantime, we,
or rather Santo, was called by his father and informed that the associate sent
after the two fugitives had been shot.

The tracker was still on their car though, so we were
following that trail. Despite secretly rooting for Seth to run away, my mood
dropped after that call. It reminded me of Santo risking his life and health
every time he worked, possibly about to be in the line of fire again once we caught
up. What if his good intentions of keeping Seth safe backfired, and he got shot
on the spot? Just imagining him bleeding and lifeless was torture, and I curled
up in the seat, resting my bare heels on the edge and watching the trees rush
by past the country road we followed now.

“Just don’t take too much risk.”

Santo raised his eyebrows. “How much risk is too much risk?”

My lip trembled. “Don’t risk too much just to get him back.
I don’t like it when you’re away and I don’t know what you’re doing.”

Santo glanced at me. “Don’t make that face. I will have to
disappear sometimes. I’m already telling you more than I should.”

“Yes, but there’s more of them. If you try to protect Seth,
it might all turn on you, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Santo sighed and stroked the back of my head. “This time, I
can’t promise you not to die.”

I clenched my teeth, stopping to breathe, but my eyes welled
up, and I didn’t even bother to stop the tears from flowing. “It wouldn’t be
worth it if you died.”

“It would be if it meant you were safe,” his voice turned
into a whisper, and I was hit by how honest his words sounded. Here I was,
thinking that Santo was fine with sharing me with Seth, maybe having another
woman of his own in the future, and now he was saying he would die for me?

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, but the tears wouldn’t stop
falling. My heart weighed a ton and yet stung as if it were about to crack
open. “Seth wouldn’t protect me like you do. I need you here.”

But Santo didn’t answer, just watched the road in front of
us, and I pressed my lips shut when I noticed two black vehicles parked ahead.

As we approached, I recognized Vincenzo as one of the men
standing in the grass right off the asphalt, and Santo pulled over to join
them.

He left the car, rushing to Vincenzo, but my eyes instantly
followed Paco, another bald favorite of Vincenzo’s, treading through the
bushes. My heart trembled when I realized they might have already gotten rid of
Seth and Acerbi, and it was their bodies that now needed to be retrieved. I
quickly wiped my eyes again but stayed in the car as Santo joined the other men
at the side of the empty road.

I watched him, taller than the rest of them, but the weight
of Santo’s conviction that he needed to risk his own life to save me wouldn’t
leave my mind. I wanted to crawl under the dashboard so that no one would see
me cry.