Arranged Mafia Marriage

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I shove my hand in my pocket, pull out my credit card and hand it over. “Charge the whole damned thing, and anything else she’ll need for creating her trousseau, to it.”

“Yessir.” The man grabs the card, turns to Beauty and smiles, as I fight the urge to bash his head in. He nods, “Signorina,” then scampers off. The door shuts behind him as Beauty whirls on me.

“What the hell are you thinking? You gave him your credit card?”

“So?”

“And you’re not going to check what he’s charging to it.”

“He won’t dare pull a fast one on me. Besides,” I smirk, “it’s just money.”

She scowls, “I can’t accept all of this.”

“You will.”

“I don’t want it.” She all but stamps her foot.

Aww, how cute. “You do want it,” I murmur. “You just don’t know it.”

“What will I do with so much fabric?” A line appears between her eyebrows. “It’s more than I have bought in my entire life.”

“Good,” I bare my teeth, “you can use it to stitch your wedding gown.”

“No.” She shakes her head, “No, no, no.”

“Yes.” I allow my grin to widen, “You can and you will.”

“I will not.”

“Is that right?”

She folds her arms across her chest, “I refuse to participate in this sham of a wedding that you keep threatening me with. I refuse to give in and act all helpless.”

“Pity, you’d make a great damsel in distress.”

“But you are no knight in shining armor.”

“I am glad you recognize that.” I bend my knees, peer into her face, “You will do as I say.”

“And if I don’t?”

I glare into those bright green eyes. Eyes I can lose myself in, eyes that are angry and frustrated, and yet, so filled with life that they take my breath away. “If you don’t, I will-”

The phone in my pocket buzzes. She glances down at my pocket just as I whip her phone out, stare at the message. “If you don’t, I won’t let you see the message that your sister sent you.”

“My sister?” She cries, “Summer? That’s a message from Summer?” She stretches out her hand for the phone and I hold it up and out of her reach.

“Give it to me,” she huffs.

“First, agree that you will stitch your wedding dress.”

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“Then you won’t see this message from your sister.”

She hesitates and I glance at the screen. “Don’t you want to find out how she is doing? How her husband is treating her after the wedding? Where they are going for their honeymoon-”

“Bastard,” she snarls.

I arch an eyebrow, “Now, you are definitely not going to see her message.”

I swipe the screen and she frowns.

“Hold on. My phone is profile protected. How the hell did you unlock it?”

I lower my chin, “Really, that’s all you are concerned about? How I hacked your phone?”

“Jerk.” She sets her jaw, “Guess you got someone to get around the security.”

I tilt my head, and her color deepens. “Show me the message.”

“Apologize first, for being so impolite.”

“I won’t.”

“Fine.”

I dance my finger across the screen, reach for the delete button, and she snaps, “Okay, fine, I apologize.”

“That didn’t seem like much of an apology.”

“What the hell?” she snarls. “Do you want me to get on my knees?”

I arch an eyebrow and she pales.

“No,” she says through gritted teeth. “Of all the annoying, stupid, humiliating things, you’d ask me to do that?”

I yawn and she snaps her teeth shut. Then she lowers herself to her knees, tips her chin up and purses her lips together, “Happy?”

“Not yet,” I tilt my head, “open your mouth.”

She pales.

I glare at her and she swallows, then parts her lips.

“Good girl.” I slide my thumb inside her mouth, then lower my voice to a hush, “Suck on it.” She doesn’t take her gaze off of me as she curls her warm tongue around my digit.

The blood rushes to my groin. Fuck. I press down her tongue, as she parts her lips further. The thought of those lips wrapped around my cock… Goddamn it to hell. A surge of need races up my spine. To think, I’d thought I’d be able to stay away from her. I pull my fingers out, then jerk my chin, “Get up.”

She rises to her feet and I flip the phone so she can peruse the screen. She reads the message, once, twice, then swallows. I lower the phone, frown down at her, “Well?”

“What?” She glowers back, “What do you want now?”

“What’s your reply?”

“Oh,” she blinks, “you’re going to let me answer her message?”

“I am going to allow you to tell me what you want to say and I am going to type it out for you.”

“Don’t trust me, Capo?”

My vision tunnels and my balls harden. Shit, the sound of my title from her lips… It’s so damn erotic. I toss the phone at her and she catches it.

“Go on, answer the message.”

She blinks. “So, you do trust me?”

“I trust you…to say the right thing, Karma. If you don’t, I know exactly where your sister and her new husband are right now, and trust me, they’ll pay for your impertinence.”

She scowls, “Fine, fine, you don’t have to go all Godfather on my arse. I know you’re too clever to simply hand the phone over to me to reply without having your own checks and balances in place.”

She glances down and her fingers race across the screen. The sound of the message being sent fills the space. She straightens, then hands the phone over to me.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

“If you mean my having to beg to use the phone which, honestly, is as crucial as breathing…then yeah, it sucked balls.”

“I need to wash out your mouth,” I fix my gaze on her lips, “and it’s not going to be with water.”

“Whatever.” She flips her hair over her shoulder, “You’re all talk and no action, you know that?”

“Are you trying to get under my skin or are you trying to get under my skin?” I slide the phone into my pocket.

She tosses her head, “If that was a joke, I don’t get it.”

“Good,” I widen my stance, “because by the time I am done with you, you won’t be laughing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She twists her fingers together, “I mean, seriously, you are worse than a B-grade Hollywood flick, Capo. Have you heard yourself lately?”

“How about we settle for hearing you as you come?”

“What?” She glances around the space, “Here?”

I twirl my finger in the air. She huffs. I glare at her and she pales.

“Do it, Beauty,” I murmur. She spins around and faces the counter.

I press my palm into the small of her back and a shiver trembles down her spine. I push forward and she leans over beautifully. I glide my palm up her spine and fix my fingers around the nape of her neck. The length is so slender that my fingers meet around the front. She turns her head, and I urge her to press her cheek into the glass counter. Another trembling grips her. I increase the pressure around her neck and she subsides.

“Relax,” I murmur, “I am not going to hurt you.”

“No, you did that already.”

I glance down at her face, at where she’s staring up at me from the corner of her eyes, “And you enjoyed it.”

She shakes her head, and I increase the pressure around her throat, “Don’t lie to me.” I lean in close enough for my breath to raise the tendrils of hair at her temple. “You loved every minute of riding my knife handle; you enjoyed coming on my fingers in the changing cubicle. Even now, bent over the counter with your arse up in the air and at my mercy, you can’t stop your cunt from dripping for my touch, for my fingers to be crammed inside of you, for my mouth pushed up against your slit as you ride my tongue.”

“N… no…” she stutters, “that’s not true.”

“It is.” I close the distance between us so my pelvis is pushed up against her curvy rear end, so my dick nestles in the valley between her ass cheeks. So there is no doubt about just how turned on I am. How at my disposal she is. All I have to do is yank up the fabric of her dress, lower my zipper and-”

“If you’re going to shag me, why don’t you simply do it and get it over with?” she huffs.

“Because that would be too easy?” I bend and place my mouth so close to hers that we share breath, “Because I am not going to put you out of your misery that easily. Because you can fool yourself all you want, Beauty, but the fact is, under that innocent exterior beats a heart that is every bit as perverted as mine, a soul that yearns for every depraved thing I can do to you, a mind that is, even now, racing ahead with the possibilities of exactly in what positions I can tie you down, how I can restrain you, how I can render you helpless and willing to take my cock in any position that I choose to give it to you…or not.”

A low moan bleeds from her lips, and my dick instantly lengthens. I cup her ass cheek and her entire body grows rigid. I drag my finger down the fabric that clings to the cleft between her butt cheeks and her thighs clench.

“Shh!” I slip my hand under the slit that runs up the back of her dress, my fingers brush the back of her thigh, and a whine spills from her lips. I thrust my thigh between her legs, pry them apart as I slip my fingers in between them and freeze.

“You didn’t wear panties?”