Page 16 of Mafia’s Fake Bride

She had to fight off her urge to claw her way up to his body, to climb onto him and make him fuck her, as his kiss went deeper, became even hungrier. He nudged her back, pressed her into the wall, and spread her knees apart with a firm hand. His fingers found her center, damp from more than the shower, and began to tease her into an anguished moan. He knew how to touch her, how to set her off, to make her come quickly now, and he worked at her in tight circles that tormented her but blew her mind. His other hand came up, to tease at a stiff nipple before his mouth broke away from hers. She would have protested, but she knew where he was headed. His hot mouth engulfed the other tight peak just as her body convulsed against the wall.

He gave a pleased moan against her nipple and was inside of her, her legs wrapped around his waist before she’d even completely finished. The sensation of his thick cock opening her wide, stroking every nerve cell on its way, made her bite her bottom lip to stop another moan. The way he touched her, the way he kissed her, the way he fucked her, all of it said she was his, and he was hers, and it made her clench so hard around him he gave a grunt of surprise.

Hot water sprayed in her face made it hard to breathe, but she didn’t care if she suffocated, so long as he continued to fuck her there against that wall. He was over her, inside of her, and she came all over again, unable to escape the emotions, the pleasure he sucked out of her.

When he was finished with his teasing of her, he ducked his down into the top of her wet head and held her tightly in place. Careful, precise thrusts, timed to his own perfect cadence, built her right back up again, but this time when she exploded, so did Matteo. They clutched at each other, her nails in his shoulders, his in the globes of her ass, as they cried out together one final time.

He held her until he found his way back to breathing properly and then let her slide down the wall. He looked down at her for a minute, an unguarded minute, where she saw his confusion. She didn’t understand, but didn’t dare reach out to him, didn’t dare move unless he broke the moment. She didn’t want him to rush away but knew he would if she moved or spoke a word.

“You, you make me…,” he turned away from her and she knew the moment was gone. “Fuck…”

He left her to finish her shower and Marie wondered who had broken him so damn much. Was it Celeste or his mother? Or a past lover? Maybe that’s who had turned him into this cold man that couldn’t even admit he cared about her, much less loved her. She’d seen it in his eyes, for only a second, but it had been there. Love. Love that confused him, love that made him walk away from her.

She finished her shower and turned the water off. She toweled off slowly, not eager to climb into bed with him just yet. She ran the towel over her hair, squeezed it out until it was only slightly damp. She brushed the strands out and then put on a nightgown before she sat down on the toilet. She didn’t want to go in there with him.

A tear slid down from her eye, a tear of hurt and confusion. Everything had been so good between them before her mother died. Everything was sweet, romantic, even the way he’d held off from taking her to bed had been romantic. He’d seemed capable of love, even if he was still a little reserved. This man was almost… broken.

He didn’t know how to love, and she wondered if playing the role of the adoring suitor had come easy because he’d been acting. Now, he was a real husband and had no idea what that meant. His father was gone, from what she understood, and he’d been raised by Celeste. He had no real-life examples of what a husband was, except for maybe friends and other family members he might have seen. Did they act like this with their wives? Was it just a Mafia thing to be such a… dick?

She hated to think of him like that, but the way he’d come in here, fucked her, then left her, was kind of dickish. It wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter, though. She had no education, no job to support herself, and no hope of ever having the kind of comfort he could give her, at least monetarily. But was money worth being treated like this?

It wasn’t the sex that bothered her, she decided, she quite enjoyed that part. It was the way he’d just walk away from her when it was done. It was the fact that he didn’t hold her just for comfort anymore, talk to her, or tell her his secrets, that really bothered her. She wanted the intimacy that came from more than just sex, but he wasn’t willing to give it to her. Not yet.

Maybe this trust thing was a two-way street. Maybe, if she wanted this to work, she’d have to make an effort to show him that she could be trusted? That she could be a comfort to him in more ways than one?

Earlier she’d thought about how she should be the one in control. And maybe she should be, but first, she’d have to earn his trust. Then, she could learn from him. Learn and make notes, plot a way to make this all work in both their favors.

She didn’t hate him, she never had, even when he’d revealed the truth to her. She’d been hurt by him, yes, very deeply, but it wasn’t a wound that would never heal. Someone had hurt him, though, the way her momma had tried to hurt her. For years Ruby had tried to make her daughter feel like a mongrel, some unloved and unwanted dog. Those efforts had only made Marie hungry for love, not unwilling to take it.

She wasn’t sure she was worthy to be the queen of anything, except someone’s heart, her mother had got to her that much. Sometimes, she felt afraid, cowed by the world outside, but she never felt like that with Matteo. She’d always felt… safe, with him near. Even when he had that hard look in his eyes, just before he told her to bend over or open up for him.

She might not be educated, she decided, but she knew an injured animal when she saw one. She knew when someone was afraid of being hurt, knew it well, and Matteo was worse off than she was. What had happened to him?

The need to know became uppermost in her mind, but she wouldn’t ask him. She had no idea how she’d find out, but she’d find a way, somehow. She was determined to, for him, for them both. She got up from the toilet and walked into the bedroom they shared when they slept. He was in bed, already asleep.

He turned to her in his sleep and she felt his cock, hard and ready all over again. Even in his sleep, he wanted her. With a naughty smile on her face, she slid her hand down his abdomen, down to that hot flesh that she craved so very much. At first, she simply placed her palm over him, absorbed the sensation of holding him there, of knowing that he was thinking about her, even in his sleep.

She felt a pulse go through him and her hand tightened around him through the flannel pants he had on. She heard a soft moan and looked over at him. His eyes were closed, his breath even, he was probably still asleep. She’d never done this before, touched him so intimately while he was asleep and it felt… good.

He wasn’t the guarded man that only allowed her to see what he wanted her to see. He wasn’t the man in control. He was simply a man that enjoyed her touch. Unguarded and soft, well, most of him, she thought with a silent laugh. She knew she should probably stop and let him sleep, and a moment of indecision made her bite at her lip before she decided to find out what would happen.

Would he stay asleep, or would he wake up if she continued?

With a careful movement, she slid her hand down his pants to grasp at his naked flesh. His skin was soft and silky as she remembered, yet there was strength beneath that softness, the hardness that could be used to give so much pleasure to them both. Her body reacted to the things she did, which surprised her.

She knew the signs of his arousal could provoke a response in her own body but this was different. She was the one in control, she was the one that decided right now, and that was heady stuff. If she wanted to, she could stop and leave him with an unsatisfied ache, but that’s not what she wanted.

What she really wanted was to see him lose control, to let her have it for once, as she gave him some of what he gave her. She stroked him now, slow at first, as she watched his face in the darkness. His breathing didn’t change but his face did. His jaw opened slightly and his face became even more relaxed. When she began to stroke him faster, with a tighter grip, he rolled from his side to his back.

Surprised, she paused, waited for his breathing to even out, afraid he’d wake up and take over. She didn’t mind another round of sex, her body was hungry for it, but her mind needed this moment. Her mind wanted to know that she could be the one in control, even if it was only this once.

The sound of his breath changed, became gentle and relaxed again, so she moved her hand once more. Slow again, her fingers gripped gently at the base of his cock before she’d stroke up. She judged how fast she should go, how she should grip him, by the sounds he made, and when his hips began to move in time with her hand, she knew she’d found the right pace.

She wasn’t exactly sure he was asleep now, but she didn’t care. The way his hips danced in time with her hand was too fascinating, the way he moaned softly, over and over again, made her want to climb over him and slide down onto his hard cock, but she held herself back. She pushed his pants down so that she could move her hand more freely so that she could watch what happened when he pulsed out his pleasure.

He was hard, thick, and so ready. She looked at his cock in the soft moonlight and wanted to taste him, wanted to feel that skin against her lips, but held back. She was almost certain he was awake now, but it didn’t matter, she was still the one in control. His hands clenched in the sheets beneath him as a groan filled the air and his hips jutted up forcefully into her hand.

Her lips were painfully dry, and she licked them without a thought, too wrapped up in what she was doing to notice. Her nipples were hard, her clit throbbed, and her insides were on fire, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was watching Matteo as he came in her hand.