Arranged Mafia Marriage

Jeanne

“Are you hungry?” He sits up and reaches for the bag filled with food on the nightstand and puts it on the bed between us.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Yeah, I am. If only it were for just the food. The way he made me come in there… It’s mind-boggling. I swear, I saw stars at the edges of my vision. I still felt dizzy as I walked to the bed. I don’t think I’ve come that hard ever before.

Oh, I’ve had a couple of boyfriends, but not one of them has gone down on me… Sad truth. And this man… This almost-stranger… He ate me out, and touched me all over, and did the kinds of things to me that I’ve only read about in books, and never experienced in real life. Look, it’s not that my love life is vanilla… Okay, maybe it is a tad. But that’s okay, right? I hadn’t thought I was missing the kind of rough and raunchy sex I read about. I’ve always thought that, given how focused on my career I am, I’d never have the opportunity to meet someone who’d make my body sing the way this jerkhole did.

Why does he have to be part of the Mafia? And why does he have to be this cocky? This full-of-himself? Why couldn’t he be someone more ordinary? But if he were, perhaps he wouldn’t be this appealing… If he were a fellow dancer, or even someone with a nine-to-five job… Well, even then, if it were Luca, he’d own his life. He’d be in control. He’d be confident and persistent and wear that smirk that makes my panties melt.

Christ, this is embarrassing. I’m sitting next to him and I can’t stop thinking of how he had his tongue inside my pussy, his finger inside my ass, how he’d washed me and massaged my butt cheeks and my breasts, and if I’d let him, he would’ve fucked me. I squeeze my eyes shut. Don’t go there; don’t go there. I clench my thighs together.

“You okay?”

I pop my eyelids open and meet those startlingly clear blue eyes of his. “No, actually, I’m mortified.”

“Because of what happened in there?” He jerks his chin in the direction of the bathroom.

“Isn’t that reason enough?”

“You walked in without your clothes on. What else did you think was going to happen?” He scoffs.

“Not that, for sure. And I only did it because you pissed me off. You could have let me have the bathroom first, you know.”

“Remind me to piss you off more often.” He chuckles.

Jerk, and if he thinks I’m going to risk taking off my clothes in front of him again, he’s mistaken. Also, what was I thinking walking in there naked?

“You were trying to make me lose control, weren’t you?” He peers into my features. “Were you trying to test my patience? Is that it? You wanted to know how it would feel to have my hands, my mouth, my tongue on you. Admit it.”

“I’ll admit no such thing.” A blush steals up my skin. “All I know is that I was so pissed with you for ordering me around, I decided to take matters into my own hands.” I knot my towel more securely around my breasts. “Speaking of, are you naked under the covers?” I glance at his towel on the table. “You are naked under the covers.”

“Not going to wear those filthy clothes to bed.” He pulls out a couple of packed sandwiches from the paper bag and offers them to me.

“You couldn’t, at least, wear your towel?” I scowl as I accept one of the sandwiches from him.

“I am covered, aren’t I?” He tears open the packaging of his sandwich and digs into it.

I peel open the covering of my own and begin to eat at a more sedate pace. The juiciness of the tomatoes, combined with the fresh slightly sour taste of the mozzarella cheese, and the tanginess of the pickles explodes on my palate. I glance down at the sandwich again. “These are pretty good.”

“One thing about the British, they know how to make sandwiches, and how to package them.” He takes another bite of his sandwich, finishing one half of it.

“I take it you’re not a fan of the Brits?”

“Like their sense of humor, hate the weather, can’t stand their food, but this-” he nods toward the second half of his sandwich that he holds in his hand”-is passable.”

“At least we’re not still stuck in that room.” I shudder.

“Hey…” He tips his chin in my direction and looks directly into my eyes. “You’re safe now.”

“But for how long?” I lower my hand. “You said you thought they’d come after us. How long do you think we have? Are we even safe here? Maybe we should have kept going.”

“We were both tired, and I’m still recovering from whatever it is they dosed me with. Can’t believe I didn’t even realize they were transporting me across countries.” He shakes his head. “Still, there are worse places to be than the UK. We should have someone meeting us very soon.”

“You called someone?” I lean forward. “While I was away, you managed to reach your brothers?”

His lips kick up. “Let’s just say, reinforcements are on the way.” He chomps his way through the second half of his sandwich, then dips his hand inside the paper bag and brings out another. He proceeds to tear off the wrapping and starts eating it. “They should be here later tonight, then we can figure out a way out of here.”

I polish off my sandwich, then reach into the paper bag and bring out a pack of chips, or crisps, as they’re called here in the UK. I tear open the pack and crunch my way through a few.

He finishes off his second sandwich and pulls out a bottle of beer. He twists open the cap and raises it to his mouth. The cords of his throat move as he swallows. How can someone’s throat be this beautiful? He lowers the bottle and a drop runs down his chin. Before I can stop myself, I reach over and scoop it up. I bring my fingers to my mouth, and his blue eyes deepen to almost azure in color.

“You’re living dangerously, Angel,” he lowers his voice to a hush and my core trembles.

“I… I didn’t mean that. I mean, I was only trying to help.” Gah, can’t you do better? I plop the open packet of chips into the bag. “Look, can we just forget I did that, and for that matter, what happened in the bathroom?”

“Can you?” He tilts his head.

I hold his gaze for a few beats, then glance away.

“Can you, Angel? Can you forget how it felt to have my tongue inside you, and my finger in your ass as you rode my mouth?”

“Oh, god.” I squeeze my thighs together. “Stop already.”

“That’s what I thought.” He places the paper bag on the side of the bed, along with his half-full bottle of beer. “It seems that stronzo, Freddie, was onto something when he decided to lock you and me up in a room.” He turns to me. “It’s why I have a proposition for you.”