Page 27 of Mafia’s Fake Bride

The flush traveled lower now, from her cheeks and down to her chest. Arousal flooded through her body, brought it to life, forced her embarrassment out so that all that remained was a woman that knew what she wanted. Her arousal only grew as Matteo stood up and did as instructed. The shirt dropped to the floor, then his shoes flew away, followed by his pants.

He stood in front of her, let her inspect him, and she grinned because she knew he was hers. All of him, from that broad chest to those hard abs, and down, lower, to the part of him that throbbed even now. He was ready for her, but then he always was.

Just as she was always ready for him. She slid down on the couch seat so that her legs sprawled out and she revealed the tops of her nude stockings. There was even a hint of the black lace panties she wore, she saw when she glanced down at herself. “Take off my panties, Matteo.”

“Yes, ma’am.” That defiant smirk was still full of promise, despite the way he drawled.

His fingers slid up her outer legs until they hooked into her panties. He pulled them down slowly with a kiss for each new inch he revealed. Her breath caught in her chest when the panties finally slid down off of her bottom and his lips found the very top of her bare cleft. His tongue slipped out now, to taste the very edge of sex.

“More.” She made a demand now, not a request. “Taste me more, Matteo.”

She twisted her hips up into his face when the slick heat of his tongue came out to swipe at her clit more forcefully. Again, he flattened his tongue on her and licked her sensitive flesh, over and over.

Pleasure surged through her, around her, within her as Matteo worked to give her exactly what she asked for. His fingers came up to skim over her folds, to seek within, until he found the entrance he was looking for. She groaned with sheer bliss as she felt him slide two fingers inside of her, deep into her until he couldn’t go any further.

Sprawled there on the couch, free of all of her worries, Marie rocked her hips into him, into his mouth, into his fingers, taking the enjoyment he offered her freely. She didn’t realize she was moving, rocking closer to him and off the couch until her ass was free in the air. His free hand cupped her ass and drew her to him to steady her as she began to tremble beneath.

“Don’t stop, Matteo. Don’t stop,” she urged him on, desperate as she felt a flutter begin deep inside of her. Just a moment more, and she knew she’d be in heaven. “Don’t you dare stop.”

It came out as a powerful, guttural growl, something she didn’t recognize from herself, but it also pleased her. Her hips twisted and her spine turned until his face was pressed against her and her own face was pressed into a pillow. She didn’t care, didn’t mind if she couldn’t breathe, because the world became nothing but pure bliss as his fingers plunged into her at just the right angle.

“That’s it, Matteo. Fuck, that’s it!” she screamed the words out as her body took over and she lost all control.

It washed over her again as he continued to tongue her. Even after the waves stopped he carried on, until she couldn’t take anymore and came again.

She was wrung out, devoid of all thought when he finally pulled away and turned her over. His hands guided her head down, then pushed her dress up over her ass. With a hard tug of her hips, he plunged into her, ready to empty himself inside of the sweet little vixen that never left his thoughts.

“Mine” was the only word he uttered when he finally found his release within her and it made something go tight inside of her chest, something that spread out as a warm glow of happiness. She loved the way he claimed her, even if she shouldn’t.

She knew she was supposed to be a strong, independent woman, and she was in most aspects of her life. But when it came to Matteo, she was only his. That was all she ever wanted to be she realized as she slid down to the thick carpet and curled into him. Just his.

She wouldn’t say it, wouldn’t make a fool of herself, not if he didn’t want to be loved. Or to love her. She suspected he loved her though, but Matteo was the kind of man that wasn’t very expressive in many ways. He could be happy, smile, laugh, show anger, even adoration. Now that she’d met his aunt, she could see why he sometimes seemed so… cold.

She pulled him into her arms as he rolled into her. She reached for a remote on the end table and turned on the gas fire that hid behind a panel in the wall. The panel moved aside and the flames came to life as they curled around each other. Matteo reached up to the couch and pulled down a blanket and two pillows, one for each of them.

“We could just live here, in the living room, couldn’t we?” he asked as the flames lit the room with warmth. “Never go out into the world again. We could have groceries delivered, and anything else we need, and just live here for the rest of our lives.”

“We could.” She smiled and glanced up at him. “I’d have to go out every now and then, to see the doctor for my birth control pills.”

“Ah, those. We could arrange to have the doctor come here. Don’t worry.” He patted her bare bottom, obviously pleased with himself. “There’s an answer to everything, I just know there is.”

“What about the family business?” It wasn’t a subject she really wanted to broach but felt it was worth the question.

“Fuck it,” he said suddenly and sat up. “It’s a pain in the ass and I’m tired of it.”

“Are you?” She turned to her side and looked up at him.

“I am, but it’s also my responsibility now. Everybody in the family counts on me more and more as Celeste spends more time in Italy. It’s somehow my job. I’m not even related to Nick, you know?”

“I do know, yes. But to be blunt, Matteo, I don’t think I could run it, and I seriously doubt Celeste would allow me to. So, it’s left to you isn’t it?”

“Would you want to be more involved? Even knowing that it’s dangerous?” He slid back down to join her on the floor once more and stared at her, completely unguarded now.

“I think I would. You’d have to teach me a lot, I guess, but I’m not a stupid woman, and I took care of everything for my mother. I’m capable of learning, even if all I have is a high school education.”

“I went to a Catholic high school. All I wanted was to go to a public school and get away from all of those priests and nuns.” He shuddered as he rolled to his back and stared up at the ceiling. “You can study online, you know? NYU has a lot of online programs now, we could get you into some classes at the school, too, if you wanted.”

“Maybe so.” She rolled to face him and felt a new hope start to glow into life. “I could, I guess.”