Page 109 of Mafia Bride
I long for him to handle me the same way. To exercise his strength against me. To command me.
He comes around and inspects me from feet to face.
“Have you touched another man’s cock?”
They aren’t even questions anymore and he looks like he’s ready to devour me by the strain in his pants, but the rest of him looks in absolute control.
“No.”
“Has a man’s finger touched your cunt.”
“Do I get to ask you the same questions?”
Santino takes me by the throat—gently, but the threat is there and the threat is arousing as hell.
“No. You do not. Answer. Has any man ever gotten his fingers on your cunt?”
“Only for a second.” I breathe, watching him, waiting for the minute he breaks to touch me. He finally relents and rests his hands back on my throat. The pressure nearly ends me.
“You didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t tell him he could. So I slapped him.”
His hands drag from my throat to my breasts and steal all the oxygen from my body. He teases my erect nipples and everything threatens to go dark.
“Have you ever sucked a cock?”
He’s so filthy and erotic. And he talks aboutmymouth?
“No.”
“Has anyone tasted your cunt?”
“No.”
He circles once more, his hand dragging across my near-bare skin.
“Do I have to ask about your ass?” He smacks it, and I want more.
“You can.” All I can see behind my eyes is the night he spanked me. “You’ll get the same answer.”
I hear him undressing. The click of a belt buckle. The rustle of expensive fabric. The thud of shoes kicked away. The very scent of him intensifies as he comes behind me. He’s all I can see, smell, breathe. His erection presses against my ass and it feels terrifyingly huge.
Our bodies mold together, skin igniting skin. Santino reaches around me and pinches my nipples, twisting just enough to send a cable of pleasure from my head to my toes.
“Grazie. Now I know how gentle I have to be with you.”
My heart stops.
The questions weren’t designed with wrong answers. He only wanted to know how to please me.
He slides my underwear down, kissing my back as he goes. A kiss on my shoulder, another on my shoulder blade, my lower back, my ass cheek, the back of my knee. I’m both terribly aroused and terribly impressed someone as towering as Santino could reach down that low.
I step out of the panties and then my shoes. They go flying somewhere in the room with the rest of my dress and bra.
I’m now fully naked and exposed in front of the man who stole me, made me his bride, and then cracked the entirety of my heart open. I want him, I hate him, I want him again.
Santino slowly spins me to face him. He spins in a slow circle, letting me take in all of him. I’ve seen half of him like this, bare and glistening, at the pool. Today at the beach. But to see all of it, including the length and thickness of his cock, renders me speechless.
