The Mafia Contract Series

ALESSANDRO

I never expected that. I stare at Winter in shock, and she nods, a determined glint in her eye. “This man may still be a stranger to me, hovering like a shadow out of focus in my mind, but I see the day as clearly as we are standing here.”

“Tell me.” My heart is pounding because this is big news, to me, anyway, and Winter laughs with relief.

“The day I was taken, I remember something. A conversation that I’m hearing now. The details may be blurred, but the words are not. He told me that I was to be his wife and I strongly disagreed. I told him I would never marry him. He would have to kill me first. He didn’t seem to care and just told me that to the outside world, we would be husband and wife. Nobody would question him and there would be no need to go through the formalities. He would arrange the paperwork and the actual ceremony wouldn’t be required. I remember being so afraid of what that would mean, and I can hear him laughing as he told me he wasn’t interested in me for sex. He preferred boys, anyway, and I would be just a figurehead, a wife in word only, an adornment on his arm and a smokescreen to fool the outside world.”

She shakes her head and smiles so happily it’s infectious and the relief we share at this news is like a cluster bomb of emotion exploding in my face.

“I’m not married, Alessandro. This man is not my husband.”

She stares at me with so much delight in her eyes I can’t resist reaching for her and pulling her close, kissing her so deeply her groan sets my libido on fire. Not that it changes how I feel about her, but it’s like a refreshing shower over my soul. Winter is not married, which changes everything.

We almost forget we have a silent audience and as I kiss her deeply, I am consumed by passion. I have waited so long to have her in my arms, I could spend hours kissing her without coming up for air. She is my breath, she is my beating heart, and she is the blood that fills my veins. Winter is everything to me, and her past is now a dark memory that I will not allow her to drag into our future.

She pulls back and the sparkle in her eye matches my own and she whispers, “I can’t wait another minute, Alessandro.”

I know exactly what she means and with a huge grin, I take her hand and turn to face the shell of the man who once wielded so much power, driven through fear.

“Our business here is done.”

I make to pull away, loving the madness dancing in Massimo’s eyes, almost hammering to get out as he is locked inside his own worst nightmare.

“Wait.” Winter stops and pulls me back.

I look at her in surprise and she says anxiously, “What are you going to do with him?”

“It’s not my decision. I’m guessing your brother will have the final say, but we need to talk though the best plan.”

“Don’t kill him.” She sounds adamant about that, and I wonder why.

Then she turns to face him and hisses, “I may not remember what he did to me, but I know the horror of it. Death will be too good for him. Too easy. He needs to suffer for a long time because of what he did. Promise me you will keep him alive and that it will be a living hell.”

The fire in her eyes and the anger in her voice cause my own heart to lurch with a sudden burst of longing. There she is. My woman. The one I fell in love with and the reason I have been to hell and back. One night will turn to many more and my grandfather can go and fuck himself if he thinks I will marry anyone other than this amazing woman whose bravery makes me bow down before her.

As I reach for her hand, I have only one destination in mind and don’t want to waste another second here in this crypt of the damned.

We head outside, leaving Massimo with his own mad brain for company and as we head back to the house, I note the cars are still out the front. We take the rear entrance instead and I grip Winter’s hand with determination and waste no time in heading to my bedroom on the top floor.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

She almost has to run to keep up with me and as I push her inside, I slam the door behind us and turn the lock, loving how she faces me, her chest heaving, and her eyes lit with desire.

With no words, I tear off my shirt and step out of my pants, loving the way her eyes dilate and she runs her tongue around her lips, causing them to shine like a beacon. As she takes my lead, she shrugs out of the dress Nonna provided her with and I much prefer the bare-chested version as she stands in all her naked beauty. It’s a view I have visited many times in my memory, but now I have no need for them because Winter is here in the glorious flesh, and I drop to my knees to worship the goddess I have craved for so long.

I waste no time in pressing my mouth against her soft pussy and with one swipe of my tongue, I relish fucking paradise. Months and years of denial make this all the sweeter because there has never been another woman since her. Many wouldn’t believe that, but I have stayed true to her. The opportunities were limitless, but I tossed their advances aside and held onto the memory of the only woman I ever wanted in my arms.

As I take my reward for my patience, her gasp of pleasure fills my heart and as I taste sweet nirvana, my balls tighten in anticipation.

She fists my hair and pulls it free from the binding and as it sifts through her fingers, I dine on the most delicious meal. Her soft sweet juices coat my mouth and I feast as if it’s my last meal on earth. She shivers as she stands naked before me and as her body shudders and releases on my tongue, her small gasp of pleasure is the sweetest sound in the world.

Stepping up, I pull her close until her tits are flat against my chest and devour her pretty little mouth so hard it must hurt. Her fingers claw through my hair sending me into a lust–filled frenzy and her nails scratching my back reveals the beast has met his mate.

With a low growl, I push her back on the bed and force her legs apart, roughly and without care, so I can feast my eyes on the treasure I’ve waited so long to find.

Her glistening pussy tells me she’s so ready for me now and I almost don’t want to spoil this perfect moment. I waste no time in reaching for a condom and I tear the packet with my teeth and with one sharp move, sheath my cock. Her eyes are wide as she stares at my throbbing weapon and yet there is no fear, just desire that lights up her face.

Dropping between her thighs, I push two fingers inside and rub the edge of her throbbing clit and she arches her back from the bed with a low moan of impatience.

“Do you want me, baby?”

“More than anything.” She sounds also desperate, irritable even, and I laugh softly as the crown of my cock nudges against her entrance.

I almost can’t see straight as I grab one of her legs and hold it over my arm, just to deepen the moment when I take up ownership once more. Knowing the last man who entered this paradise was me, fills me with a hunger that I’m glad she can’t see right now because I am one possessive bastard over this woman and fuck anyone who tries to take her from me.

She pants with desire, her eyes fixed on mine as we both anticipate a moment neither of us really expected would happen. With a hiss of desire, I inch slowly inside, careful not to tear the soft flesh that has guarded this treasure for so long. As I slide inside, her wet heat sets me on fire and her small moans of pleasure increase the deeper I move.

“Alessandro, oh my God, that’s so good.”

Her frenzied cry lights the spark that drives me and as I thrust fully inside, it’s the greatest pleasure in the world.

“Baby, I’ve missed you so much.” I growl against her throat as I bite it gently, licking and sucking, desperate to mark this woman as mine. Warning others to stay away because she is protected. She is mine.

I lift her leg higher and push in deeper and as my rhythm increases, she claws at the silk sheets like a wild animal. “Oh my God, you are so good.” She gasps against my chest and as our sweat joins into one immense river, it glides between us, allowing the rhythm to increase.

Her tits are squashed against the ink on my chest and her tight pussy is stretched around my cock, squeezing it, owning it and promising it a happily ever after because she is going nowhere.

With every thrust, every moan, and every kiss, I make a promise to love her forever. As she calls out my name, I hope it floats on the breeze toward the diners outside, so they know who they’re dealing with.

The moment I sense her orgasm build, my own rushes to meet it and I couldn’t hold back if I tried and as I roar and she screams, life couldn’t be more perfect than this moment when we explode with a mixture of relief, passion and love.