The Mafia Contract Series

I don’t deserve Louisa. A woman like that isn’t meant for a man like me. Good, honest, kind and courageous. When she stood by my side with no fear and squared up to my uncle, I fell even deeper under her spell. The fact she accepted the situation and even appeared to relish it, deepened that love and I have never seen a more beautiful woman than the one who stood by my side and now it’s up to me to prove to her that I am worthy of her love.

Leaving Silvio to deal with the garbage, we head to my apartment in town because the last thing I want is to make love to Louisa in this torture chamber, so we head off and it amazes me to find that I leave the part of me that feared the future behind. The despair stays with it along with the loneliness because I have the most amazing woman by my side now and I will make our lives a happier one and will kill anyone who gets in the way of that.

My love is a fierce destructive force of nature that burns inside. I may not change who I am and what I do, but I can make it count for something. I will always be mafia; I know that and yet I will be a husband and a father first. Now it’s even more important that we rid the world of scum like Massimo, so we can mold this life into one we can live with, for all our sakes.

Louisa shifts in her seat and I tell she’s as excited as I am to get to our destination and I laugh softly when she says huskily, “Where are we going?”

“To my apartment. I thought you might like to see where I go to escape.”

“I would.”

Her soft hand grasps my own and as our fingers lock together, I’m glad it isn’t far.

The soft classical music plays out from the speakers, which has always calmed the rage inside me but now she does a much better job of that and as we speed away from my past into our future, I don’t even spare a thought for my uncle who is being despatched to hell right now.

As we pull into the underground car park, I’m just glad to be home and bringing a woman here is a first for me. To be with the same woman for longer than one night only is a first for me and a surprising pleasure, which I suppose I always knew it would be.

Until Louisa, I never let emotion into my life. I treated my women well for one night and then walked away. I am not my uncle. I would never hurt a woman and now I have so much love to give the right one.

We enter the elevator and I pull her into my arms and love how good she feels against me. As I stroke her hair, I hold her close and whisper, “This is so good.”

“What, my hair?” She chuckles softly against my chest, and I grin. “No, being here with you. I never thought it would happen, but thank fuck it did because I wouldn’t want to miss this for anything.”

She leans back and drags my face down to meet hers and says huskily, “You have made me a woman, Flynn, your woman, and I will never let you down.”

As she kisses me hungrily, I am so done with talking and as the elevator reaches its destination, I pull her into my apartment and growl, “You can take the tour later. I can’t wait another minute.”

Tearing off my clothes, I watch her do the same and we don’t make it past the first step into my apartment before I push her against the wall and kick her legs apart, taking a moment to appreciate the flush on her face. The lust in her eyes and the incredible beauty this woman possesses makes me quite emotional as I push in hard and fast and love her gasp of pleasure as her walls clench my cock and own it all over again.

This isn’t soft, loving, or slow, this is fucking at its most desperate. As I pound into her against the wall, it’s frantic and animalistic, and her loud scream of pleasure makes me even harder.

“Fuck Flynn, this is so good.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I want to drag her pleasure out slowly, inch by inch, and fill her with love because she deserves the best of everything I can give her.

I lift her away from the wall and push her roughly to the floor and as we hit the deck, I pull her on top of me so that my back is against the cold marble. I’m loving seeing her astride me as she slides down onto my throbbing cock and as I slowly fill her completely, I stare in wonder at the flushed face infused with happiness as she bites down on her lip and groans in ecstasy.

Just watching her fuck me makes me even harder and for once I lie back and observe an angel at work. She moves like an erotic image in all my dreams and the sexual dance she is giving me right now is pleasure at its spiciest. Just her grinding against my cock fills me with so much passion I want to prolong this all night and so, spinning her to one side, I lift her leg and drive even deeper, loving how she cries out as I hit the spot.

Her scream of pleasure makes me feel like a king as she shudders against me and rides the wave that’s crashing through her entire body. I stare in fascination as she gives into the pleasure and she has never looked more beautiful as she comes apart on my cock. It’s too much to hold back and with a roar I come so hard I am blinded for a moment, and I don’t think I have ever come so hard in my life.

Fucking with emotion is my new favorite hobby and I intend on practicing hard every hour I can. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this woman, and I almost pity her because now I’ve found her, my love will be relentless and if anyone can cope with that, I’m in no doubt she can.

THE NEXT MORNING dawns and waking up with Louisa in my arms is a miracle that will never get old.

Her warm body against mine heats my soul and, as she stirs, I drop a light kiss on her neck.

“Morning angel.”

Her soft sigh of pleasure makes me smile and I whisper, “I hope you slept well, because I want to fuck you all day.”

Her low laugh makes me grin like the village idiot, and she says with pretend weariness, “You’re a caveman.”

As I slide into her before she wakes fully, her eyes snap open and her gasp makes me smile.

“Really, Flynn.”

Her words don’t match her expression as I gently rock inside her and as her legs wrap around my waist, I drive even deeper, loving how wet, warm, and delicious she is. I run my thumb against her nipple and relish her soft moan of pleasure and as I gently nip her neck, the rush of wet heat tells me she’s loving every minute of this.

This time I make love to Louisa slowly and with care, building up to her release with a slow pleasure that is nothing like the frantic coupling when we stepped foot inside this apartment last night.

Her low moans of pleasure fill my heart with light, and just like that, Louisa Sullivan is my newest plaything. I will play with her all day and night and be happy to lose myself from life for as long it takes to sate the thirst I have for her because it never seems to diminish.

As she cries out and she bites her lip, I stare in wonder as she experiences an orgasm of the most intense kind.

This is what I love, seeing the pleasure my body brings to hers and for once, my own can wait.

I’m not interested in rushing this because I want to see how many times I can make her come before my own stops play.