Page 19 of Mafia’s Fake Bride

“In here is the bedroom, there’s another one at the end of the hall down there. The bathroom is in the middle and the kitchen is off to the left at the end of the hall.” He took his black wool coat off and hung it on a peg, along with the stone-gray scarf he’d worn.

She followed his lead and took off her own black coat and hung it up on another peg that lined the wall. She took a deep breath and looked around. The wall of windows drew her and she sat down on the white leather divan that sat before the glass wall invitingly. The city was in the distance, a sprawling wonder of steel, glass, and bricks. A month ago, she’d sat in her own kitchen, a kitchen that was out of date and destined to be sold.

Now, here she was, in New York, in a luxury apartment, as the rain began to fall out of the gray sky that had plagued them since they’d landed. It looked cold, lonely, maybe even unkind. It was a city that didn’t care whether you lived or died, and it didn’t care who knew it. Marie frowned and wished she was back home, even in the mansion, at least that was familiar, a place that had welcomed her.

“It’s not so bad once you get used to it, Marie.” He came to sit down beside her and took her hand in his.

“It seems so uncaring, so big.” She didn’t know how to explain how small she felt as she stared out of those window-panes. It was an entire wall of them, 6 by 6-inch squares sealed with lead, each one in a larger square. It must be a pain in the ass to keep clean, she thought, and then laughed.

“What’s amused you?” He looked over at her and brushed her hair away from her face.

“I was just thinking what a pain that glass must be to keep, but it’s not my job to keep them clean is it?” She looked back at him, a smile still in place. “I guess we have a cleaner here too?”

“Oh yes, no wife of mine will ever have to clean her own home. We have an image to uphold here, Marie. My family, our business, it’s ours, and we don’t talk about it in public, ever.”

She looked out at the city on display before her and saw lights start to come on as the gray haze turned to darkness. Now, the city came to life. It displayed itself, asked people to come inside to play where it was warm, where you could be whatever you wanted to be.

An urge took over, an urge to kiss him in front of the windows, to show the world who they were together, to show New York, so she did. She leaned into him, took her face in his as she climbed into his lap. He allowed her to do as she pleased and kissed her back. For a while.

It didn’t take long before her fingers were buried in his hair, her hips strained against him, and her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. She lost herself in him, and it became apparent that he was just as lost as she was when he groaned and moved. His strong hands held her to him as he pushed her back, sprawled along her body on the long divan.

“Marie, my beautiful, surprising little angel, you turn into such a naughty minx when we’re alone.” His lips played along her jaw and she turned her head so that he could follow the path down her neck. She could see out and knew anyone could see in if they were up high enough to see into the room. That thrilled her, somewhere deep inside that she’d never known about before.

“You can be whatever you want to be when we’re alone. You can do whatever you want…” His lips danced back up to the spot beneath her ear. “But when we leave this place you are my wife, do you understand?”

His hand moved down, to push her sweater up and slide down into the sweet heat between her legs. He went right for the spot that would make her do whatever he asked of her. “Do you understand me, Marie?”

She moaned the only answer she could form as pleasure took over her brain. His fingers stroked at her so perfectly, so expertly that she almost forgot to breathe. Her head tilted back, exposed her throat, and he licked his way down the skin there. She wanted him to go further down, to feel him against her naked flesh, so she ripped her sweater over her head, then threw her bra away.

Instead of traveling down her body, his mouth re-captured hers in a kiss that stole what little breath she had left. His fingers pressed into her, harder, faster, in just the right way, and she gasped into his mouth. She was so close, just a little…

“Tell me, Marie.” He broke the spell, leaving her befuddled as he pulled away.

“Tell you what?” she asked, confused. He’d pulled away, left her on the edge of getting off. It almost hurt. She reached for him, desperate to have him back, to have that feeling back.

“Tell me that you will be my perfect little wife when we’re not home.” His fingers dragged her boots, then her pants and panties away. She was completely naked now, bare to any eyes that could look into the apartment. Her eyes flicked out to see if there were any buildings near enough, but he caught her attention with a finger on the inside of her left thigh. “Marie?”

Brown eyes met brown and she pulled her eyebrows down. Why did she have to agree to that? She opened her legs, a clear invitation to go further. She refused to say anything now, out of nothing more than stubbornness. His eyes narrowed on her, and he moved, knelt over her, and moved down. His lips purred softly against her folds, breathed hot air that made the slick skin burn with cold.

His hands moved to tease at her nipples, then down to tilt her up to meet his face. He didn’t do anything else, though, nothing more than breath against her as his lips touched her bare skin. She tried to press herself up into his mouth, but his hands went tight, his thumbs dug into her hips so she stopped.

Defiance burned from her gaze as she looked down at him, stared into eyes equally defiant. He grinned at her, an evil grin of conquest that nearly had her groaning before his tongue came out and… licked. Her nails dug into the leather of the divan and her knees fell to the side as he licked her again. Slowly, so maddeningly slow, but over and over, until her hips moved again, despite the slight pain of his thumbs against them, because of that slight pain.

When she was near to splitting apart, when she was gasping his name and begging him for more, he stopped. Again.

“Tell me, Marie.” He sat up, pulled her close to his hips, his rock-hard cock between them “Tell me you’ll do as I say.”

She knew he’d never hurt her, he’d never abuse her in any way, but he had ways to make her behave. She could get up, go finish herself off in the shower, but it wouldn’t compare to what she felt when he made her come, and he knew it.

There were plans she’d started to form, maybe not a plan to take over the family business completely, but certainly plans to take a place within that business. She wanted to be a part of every aspect of his life. She’d have to give to get, she thought, as she looked up at him.

“I will, Matteo. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just please, make me come.” She reached her hand out to him and smiled.

He moved her hand, guided it to that spot he knew so well, and left it there. He slid his cock along her folds with his now free hand and teased her further. He waited for so long she thought he’d lost his mind, but then, with a grin of satisfaction, he pulled her hips down so that he could fill her.

Marie clasped her legs around him and began to move. She didn’t care what he wanted, what his plans were, she needed to come. Her fingers circled her clit as he moved, pulled her up so that her breasts were right there in his face. His lips drew her right nipple into his mouth, tight, snug while his tongue danced over the tip and her world turned inside out. She was certain she’d die, that her heart couldn’t take this much pleasure, as waves crested over her, waves of unbelievable bliss.

It wasn’t slow and wondrous, it was sudden, overwhelming, and all-consuming. She thought she whimpered his name but wasn’t certain. She didn’t care, not when the only thing she could think was… nothing. Her mind was in a state of calm and ecstasy. He began to pulse inside of her, her name a moan of his voice against her ear as she leaned down into him with her body boneless and basked in a glow of pleasure.