Page 37 of Mafia’s Fake Bride

He fucked her with his fingers until those eyes closed and a shudder ran down her back. She was close.

He let her hair go and moved down to sit between her thighs. He pulled at her hips to snug her up against his hard cock. It was a torment for them both, but he could handle it. Marie, on the other hand, couldn’t, and he chuckled when he saw her fingers clench on the silk that bound her hands together.

His fingers moved faster as he bent over her, his breath a feather whisper across her ass when he spoke. “Tell me you need me, Marie.”

“I do.” She was too caught up in her own pleasure to pay attention, to say anything that long. He paused the movements of his hand, even though she was on the edge, even though she groaned in protest. He denied her what she’d denied him, satisfaction.

He needed to know she wanted him, liked him, maybe even loved him, but neither of them was ready to say words like love. He’d settle for her need. To know that she needed him made something inside of him unfurl from its prison, something that he wanted to release but had never been able to.

“That’s not what I fucking asked you, Marie. I asked you to tell me you need me.” His lips kissed the place where her ass met her thigh before he pushed her legs wider and leaned into the secret scented garden that was only his. He knew he owned her, body and soul, she’d shown him that more than once, but he wanted to know she wanted that ownership, that she needed it to be him and only him.

He needed something of his own and that something was her.

“I fucking need you, Matteo,” she answered with a sigh of pleasure when his lips found her folds. “I need you to take me to heaven. I need you to make the world disappear, darlin’. I need you, all of you.”

“Do you need all of me inside of you?” His tongue came out to split her open, to slide down to the button that would set her off. He pulled her up on her knees to get better access. “Or do you need my tongue on you, Marie? Is that what you need? My tongue beating at your clit until you fly into a million pieces?”

“Yes,” was all she could answer when his tongue found that button again. Her sweet sounds of delight made his skin hot, the essence of her on his tongue made him sweat while at the same time his cock pulsed.

He twisted a fist in the sheet on the bed as he worked to make her make those sounds that unleashed that something inside of him, that something that only she could bring out.

“Matteo,” she moaned his name, her hips twisting in time with her rapid breaths. He could feel how hot her skin was as he moved his hands to grasp at her thighs, to spread her even wider. “Matteo, I’m so close…”

He pulled away then, completely, and moved off the bed. His pants disappeared and he climbed back up onto the bed.

“You know, Marie,” he paused to run a finger up from her feet to the back of her knees. He heard her moan, watched as her toes curled back towards her feet, and smiled with a smug delight that he’d tickled her. His fingers stroked at the delicate skin at the back of her knees before they moved up to her thighs. He moved up behind her and began to stroke at his cock as he looked at her.

Moisture glistened on her thighs and he wanted to taste it, to lick it away.

He’d become distracted. He stopped the movement of his hand on himself and he focused on her again.

“Sex isn’t always about the rush to the end. Sometimes, it’s about…” he paused to move his hand to her pussy, to the spot they both were focused on. His thumb slid in her wet juices until he plunged it into her. When her hips jerked and she moaned, he spoke again. “Sometimes, it’s about the fun of getting there.”

He pulled the thumb out of her, edged it around her skin, over her clit, before he moved it back down to her entrance. She moaned, she made sounds of protest, but she didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she twisted her hips to encourage him to go further, to let her have that escape she needed. But she was his, he’d tell her when she could get off.

“What do you think, Marie, want to ride my hand and tongue until you get off, or should I fuck you into the next world?” He purred the words against her clit and he thought for sure she’d pop off, but her back arched, her ass clenched, and her voice drifted to him, harsh and thick with her desire.

“I don’t know, Matteo. You’re the one in control here, aren’t you?”

The little fucking tease. That nearly ruined him, and he had to breathe through his nose for quite a long moment to regain control, to not break. She’d nearly taken control with that statement, nearly pushed him into giving her exactly what she wanted, but he just smiled grimly and ran his hand down her leg, to curl along the arch of her foot.

“I am, indeed, Marie. Now, tell me, how do you want it? Or do you want it all?”

“I want everything, Matteo. All of it. But only with you.” She looked back at him, her neck craned in a way that must be painful, but in the dim light cast by her bedside lamp, he saw her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a bright red and her hairline was damp with sweat. She was beautiful, gorgeous, and then she broke him.

All she did was run her tongue over her dry lips, but he got an image of her tongue on his cock, and that snapped the very thin cord that held him to his control.

With a groan of surrender, Matteo pulled her hips up to the right angle and slammed into her. This is what she wanted, the brutal fucking beast that made her his, that made her forget the world, but what she didn’t understand was that when she pulled that beast out of him, he became hers.

He was totally, completely hers and the world didn’t exist anymore. Just them. The past didn’t exist anymore. All that there was was this moment, her, and him. Nothing more.

“Nothing,” he whispered raggedly as a pulse of pleasure ripped from him and that ragged whisper set her off with him.

Together they flew apart. They rose into the universe as nothing more than the essence of themselves, and when they came back to earth, they reassembled as one. Nothing could tear that apart.

21

Marie waltzed out of the lobby of the building and out to the street to slide into her cab. It wasn’t something she’d have ever contemplated doing a year ago, but there she was, sliding in and greeting the cabby with the address she wanted to go to.