Blood & Marriage (Dark Mafia Romance) (19 page)

I twisted my body, leaning against him with more force while
the kiss grew fervent. My bra rubbed against my nipples as I pressed to his
chest, and already I was regretting my choice of clothes. The jeans were
suddenly too hot and too constricting, but when I shifted again and the thick
seam rubbed against my clit I moaned into Santo’s mouth, repeating the rocking
motion of my hips.

He groaned into the kiss, and when he squeezed my ass again,
his fingers slid between my legs, promising a release more intense than ever
before. I didn’t care blood dotted his shirt, or that my future would involve
danger. I didn’t want a nice, kind man anymore. I wanted the beast that would
kill for me.

I moaned and quickly unzipped my jeans, before popping open
the single button on top. The heat between my legs was becoming unbearable as
it grew at a rapid pace. “Nobody’s gonna stop us now?” I whispered, pushing off
one of my boots with the other foot.

His eyes grew wider, and he pulled back the seat, letting us
both sink lower. “I dare them to try.” Santo slid his hands under my hoodie,
and straight under my bra, groaning when he squeezed my breasts gently.

I wanted to undress for him, but with the cool air as a
deterrent, I decided to compromise and lifted the front of my long-sleeve
before pulling it over my head to expose my chest. I’d felt his hand on my skin
already, but seeing it there sent an injection of arousal through my
bloodstream.

His deep sigh was all the approval I could possibly want. He
didn’t want me to get implants like Vincenzo. He was turned on by my body just
the way it was. I toyed with the thought that I’ve been made for him—that my
breasts fit perfectly into his hands, and my lips were the perfect counterpart
for his. I shivered, sensing that his cock hardened under me fast, and I
stretched in pleasure, looking into his shadowed face.

Santo patted the roof by the rear view mirror until he found
the light switch and faint yellow light illuminated us both, just enough for me
to see the dark flush on his face. With the doors closed, the air was warming
up rapidly.

I kicked off the other boot and pushed on the skin-tight
denim, cursing it for the very things I usually liked about it. Peeling it down
looked so graceless that I almost asked Santo to close his eyes and wait until
I was ready, but his lips swallowed too much of my attention for me to speak in
comprehensible sentences.

I hit myself on the head in the process but I finally got
the damn things off. His cool fingers sliding between my pussy lips were such a
shock that I whimpered and hugged him tighter. Santo was still teasing my
nipple with his other hand, so I was the one to reach for the zipper in his
pants. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted his cock to be embedded inside me, to
thrust in and out the way I loved it.

I was not the meek girl he’d met a few months ago anymore,
and I wanted him to know it.

Free of the constraining fabric, I straddled his lap and
opened his fly, nipping and kissing his lips gently, intent on teasing him
mercilessly until he could think of nothing else but fucking me here, in this
car. “You are finally mine,” I whispered, pushing my breasts against him.

“Christ, they’re so perfect,” he moaned, glancing down at my
bare chest before bowing his head to run his hot tongue over my nipple. At the
same time, he slipped one finger into my already slippery pussy.

I needed more.

I arched against him, rolling my clit over the bow of flesh
between his thumb and index finger. I would show him even more perfection.

My hands dove into the cups of my bra, and I pushed them
down, revealing my breasts right in front of his eyes. Biting my lip at the
awestruck look on his handsome face, I leaned in, cradling it in the valley
between my tits.

“Oh, fuck…” He whispered into my skin, sending a rush of
heat all over me, the sensation chased by the sharp bite of his stubble. Seeing
how turned on Santo was, how much he wanted me only fueled my own arousal. His
finger moved inside me, fucking me already, yet only a prelude to what would
come later.

With his other hand, Santo struggled to release his cock,
tipping me forward in the process and forcing my tits onto his face. His lips
spread into a big smile before he bit one of them, sending a jolt of excitement
down my body.

I stretched over him, pulling my fingers over the roof as my
body moved, begging for more attention. Locked in our bubble, we didn’t even
remember there was a world beyond it anymore. I felt his hips rise, and he must
have pushed down his slacks, because the sensation of warm skin and body hair
rubbing against my inner thighs was so sweet it made my pussy throb with need.

I moaned when he pulled out his finger, for once not having
to worry if someone would hear us.

“You’re so wet for me. I bet you can’t wait. We’ll fuck
every day, and when you’re my wife, everyone will know they can only dream of
ever touching you,” Santo muttered into my breast, already rubbing his cockhead
against my pussy, covering it in my juices. But he didn’t need to, I was
so
ready for him.

Pushing down, I buried him deep inside me, and having that
thick length fill me was the answer to all the needs I could have at this
moment. I moaned loudly and leaned in for a deep kiss, already rolling my hips
in a gentle circular motion to have him reach every part of me. The pressure
inside felt so good I wanted to cuddle up and thank him for delivering just
what I needed.

Santo slid his hand into my hair, holding it tightly and
letting me know he was in control. His kiss conveyed it just as much. Every nip
on my lips, and the way he sucked on my tongue told me I was his.

He rocked along with me, and he let his other hand explore
my ass, making me tremble all over when his fingers dipped between my buttocks
now and then.

I smiled at him and leaned my chest forward, brushing my
hardened nipples against his skin. He pulled me closer, gently biting and
sucking on the flesh, which now felt so heavy and tender that each touch to my
breasts sent an electrifying sensation all the way to my clit.

He grabbed my ass with both hands and moved me a little
higher, making half of his dick slide out, and I mewled, already missing its
girth.

But I knew the moment of loss was worth it when instead of
the steady rocking back and forth, he held me in place and thrust his hips up,
slamming into me hard, pulling out, just to do it again and again, faster and
faster. He kept me open with his hands, my thighs were parted wide to his
sides, and all I wanted was to take him over and over, to be a vessel for his
cock and his spunk.

I craved all of it. The heat. The sweat. The kisses. The
licks.

A tide was rising inside me. Streaming from my pussy, it
washed over my legs, all the way to the tips of my toes, and wormed its way
into every curve and crevice in my body, bringing heat that made me thrash over
Santo. I brought his face between my breasts again and arched back, not even
recognizing my own voice anymore.

I was so free.

“That’s it,” he muttered, fucking me like a madman. “So
tight for me.” His cock wouldn’t stop the onslaught, but I didn’t want it to.
The air was hot with our breaths, and my thighs trembled in anticipation of his
orgasm. Never had anyone adored me the way Santo did.

I pressed my forehead to his, loving how he looked, so
flushed and lost in the pleasure I was giving him. I loved my new life already.
Nothing else in the world mattered but this.

I whimpered when his cock thrust into me one last time, and
he groaned, grabbing at me with desperation. I knew he was coming. Leaving his
mark deep inside of me, the way we both liked it.

Santo held me close, panting and kissing my neck. “I’d kill
all of them again for this,” he whispered hoarsely.

I knew I shouldn’t drink up his words, but to me they were
proof of his love. An offering he was prepared to make to ensure my happiness
and safety. I smiled and pulled his mouth to mine, relaxing on top of him.
There was a pleasant ache in my muscles, and if I could I’d stay on top of him
and just push the car seat back until it became a bed.

“You’re my hero.”

“And I can’t wait for you to call me your husband.”

Federico Villani hated me. He wouldn’t say it, but I knew it
anyway, just judging by what I knew about my father-in-law from Santo. But I
was there to stay, and he couldn’t do anything about it, unless he’d try to get
me killed and lose what was left of the bond with his son forever.

It had been a busy few months after we’d returned from the
US, and getting my marriage to Seth annulled on the grounds of his sexuality
took an eternity of paperwork and visits at the offices of Church officials, as
well as a few large bribes to speed up the process, but once it had been
finalized, I was free to marry the man of my dreams.

We had a quiet wedding, nothing like the extravagant affair
at the Villani mansion. We married at the old abandoned town not far from my
father’s house in Calabria, and it had been beyond serene.

After so many of the top mafiosi and Dino Villani had been killed,
there were things that needed taking care of. The Family seemed content, overall,
with Santo as their new leader, accepting the recent events at face value,
maybe just because most of them didn’t want to be led by a cruel loser like
Vincenzo anyway. But, as I suspected, Santo knew how to apply his analytical
mind to the various dealings he was responsible for, turning to his father for
guidance whenever it was necessary. He was away a lot, but every time he came
back, we found time to rekindle our passion and enjoy each other’s company.

It was only once things settled down that we finally found
some time for our honeymoon in a beautiful tourist area on the Mexican coast,
just like I’d wanted.

The sky was impossibly blue over me, the air pleasantly hot,
and my skin dried in no time after my last swim. The luxurious modern villa we
were staying at had it all, even a large beach bed with a white canopy and
sheer curtains that moved with the soft breeze.

I swallowed a grape and pushed another against Santo’s lips,
smiling when his eyes opened and zeroed in on the fruit.

“I’m not gonna choke you with it.”

“I’ve had too much food already,” he moaned and turned onto
his stomach, providing me with a great view of his muscled back and ass.

I popped the grape into my mouth and moved the back of my
hand down his spine, enjoying how hot it was after being in the sun. Santo’s
tan was becoming more defined since he gave up on wearing suits at the start of
our little vacation for two. “If you gave me your phone, I could take a
glorious picture for that secret Instagram of yours.”

He snorted and opened one eye. “You still believe it
exists?”

I lay down and nudged his side with my elbow. “If it does,
shouldn’t I know about it? There’s all those random women salivating over your
abs, and I, your wife, can’t even like a picture.”

He watched me for a while, smirking, but then reached for
his phone. “You’ll laugh at my handle.”

I blinked a few times. He couldn’t be serious. I kept
teasing him about it for fun. That secret Instagram account had been an ongoing
joke between us for months now, and he wanted to tell me that he actually had
one for more than just ogling my pictures?

I rolled over to my stomach and peeked over his shoulder.
“You’re serious. What is it?”

He leaned closer and gave my lips a lick. Now that his skin
got darker, his green eyes stood out even more. He pushed the phone my way over
the bed, and I burst out laughing.

“@Taste_Sicily? Seriously?”

He grinned. “What can I say? I was nineteen.”

I laughed out loud, rolling my body toward him as I
stretched over the mattress. “Did you publish food porn on there?”

“Very delicious food. Your favorite kind.”

I started scrolling, and the account was exactly what he’d
suggested all those months ago. Travel photos, and abs, and biceps, and even
more delicious abs. I couldn’t scroll fast enough, amazed to see how he’d grown
since he was nineteen.

Santo turned onto his back and stretched, taking my
attention off the phone when he ran his hand over his hardening cock. “How
about that? You up for a
taste of Sicily
?”

I squinted at him. “You were such a naughty teenager,” I
said, letting the phone fall to the sheets as I grabbed a hairclip and pinned
back my blonde mane.

Santo reached out to squeeze my breast with a smile. “If I
could only put my face on-line, I’d have thousands of followers, not 562.”

I shook my head at him. “You’re so vain.” And yet it was
true. He was the most handsome man I knew. Every day he made me smile,
protected me, and took my breath away.

Every day, I fell in love with him over and over again.

The end

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