Arranged Mafia Marriage

Michael

She snaps her head back, her spine curves, her lips part and she shatters. The orgasm sweeps up her body and she tenses, stretches, green eyes a tormented, coiling mass of storm clouds that boil over as she screams. I fit my mouth over hers, absorb the sound as she slumps into me. I pull out the knife, place it on the counter behind her, then tear my mouth from hers and slide to my knees. I lick my tongue up the moisture dripping down her inner thigh, to her damp pussy. I tug on her clit ring and she groans. I slurp at her cunt and she shudders.

“Michael,” she chants, “Michael. Michael.”

“Mika,” I growl against her sweet, scented pussy, “call me Mika.”

“Oh, Mika.” She grips my hair as I ease my tongue inside her channel. “Mic-ah!” She gasps, tugs on my hair. My scalp tightens and my shoulders go rock hard. I grip the backs of her thighs, yank her closer as I proceed to fuck her with my tongue. In-out-in. I squeeze her asscheeks, position her hips just right as I proceed to eat her out.

“Jesus,” she whines, “please, Mika, please-”

I pull my tongue out of her, only to close my mouth around her cunt.

She groans, pushes her hips forward, chasing the release that only I can give her.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god,” she warbles.

I can’t stop the rumble that rolls up my chest, as I glance up at her to find her breasts jutting out, nipples pebbled, head flung back and her dark hair flowing down the curve of her back. A goddess, a huntress, a Beauty about to come apart on the tongue of this Beast, the one who is going to show her why she shouldn’t trust anyone so easily with her pleasure. I slide my finger in between her buttcheeks, down to her backhole. She tenses, a ripple shudders up her spine. She parts her legs further, allowing me to slide a finger inside her backchannel, as I continue to fuck her with my tongue, in and out, in and out of her.

Her entire body, seems to vibrate with tension as she grabs handfuls of my hair, and presses herself closer to where my I am eating her out. Her back bends, her breasts jiggle as she pants and gasps and throws her head back, and that’s when I pull back. I release her, rise to my feet, grab my knife by the blade and freeze. “What the hell?”

She cracks open her eyelids and blinks, “Wh…what’s wrong?”

I stare at the blood that stains the handle of the knife, then glance up at her.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“So, you’re not a virgin, huh?”

She lowers her gaze to the knife handle and color leaches from her cheek, “Guess I am not now.”

“What the hell, Karma?” I growl, “Why the hell did you lie to me?”

“How did I know that you’d put it to the test so quickly?”

Shit, shit, shit. I squeeze my fingers around the blade and pain slides up my arm. The knife cuts through my fingers; blood drips down my fingers and drips to the floor.

“You…you’re bleeding,” she whispers.

“Look at me, Karma.”

She glances away, shakes her head.

“I swear, look at me or-”

“Or what? You’ll make me? Is that it?” She firms her lips. “Look, being a virgin is hardly the kind of thing you want to confess to, okay.”

“So you lied to me?”

“I am nineteen and never been with a man.” She squares her shoulders. “How the hell do you think that makes me feel?”

“I’ll tell you how that makes me feel.” I bend my knees, peer into her face, “It makes me want to make sure no one else touches you but me. It makes me want to hide you away and protect you and take care of you and ensure that your innocence belongs to me. It makes me want to-”

“What, marry me?” she says lightly and I stiffen.

She searches my features and the color leaves her face, “Oh, my god! You really think because you took my virginity you should marry me?”

“Yes.”

She blinks and her jaw drops. “What the fuck?”

“Language.” I scowl, and she merely stares back at me.

“You’re kidding, right?”

I straighten and she shakes her head. “You are kidding.” She laughs uncertainly. “You really have a rotten sense of humor.”

“I am not laughing.”

She presses her lower lip between her teeth and my dick twitches. She folds her arms about her waist, calling attention to her beautiful tits, the hourglass figure that has her tiny waist, flaring out to meet those fleshy hips, sleek thighs, down to those upturned ankles that beg me to fall at her feet and worship at those gorgeous toes.

Oddio! I really have it bad, if all I can think of is sucking on her toes, before moving my way up her body, pausing only to take a bite of that scrumptious pussy, before I fasten my mouth on those luscious nipples and suck and lap and slurp on them until they are full and heavy and trembling in my grasp.

“I… I don’t understand.” She murmurs, “Are you serious?”

“Have I ever been anything else but?”

She looks at me, then glances away. “What do you want?”

“I told you already, sweetheart. You are going to marry me.”

“And if I refuse?”

I tilt my head.

She opens and shuts her mouth, “Look, you don’t have to do that. I mean, virginity is overrated anyway and-”

“Shut up.” I bring the handle of the knife to my mouth, and without taking my eyes off of her, I lick the blood-her blood-off the grip.”

She draws in a breath, her gaze widens, and her pupils dilate. “Wh…what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” I step back, pass the knife to my other hand, then wipe the blood from the blade-my blood this time-on the sleeve of my shirt. More blood drips from my fingertips from where I’d wrapped it around the blade earlier.

She makes a sound of distress, turns, grabs a towel and reaches for my injured hand. She wraps the towel around it, folds my fingers over it. “There, that should help,” she murmurs.

“Why did you lie to me?” I glance down at her bent head, “I would have been gentle with you your first time.”

“Maybe I didn’t want you to be?” She peers up at me from under her eyelids, and her green eyes are filled with uncertainty, “Look, I couldn’t bring myself to confess that, okay? It just felt like I would be handing you an advantage of some kind…” She raises a shoulder.

“So instead, you let me fuck you with a knife handle.”

“Kinky, huh?” Her lips twist. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it.”

That’s what I am afraid of. My tastes are far gone enough, and the longer I stay with her, the more I am going to reveal just how depraved I am when it comes to taking my pleasure.

I hadn’t intended for things to get this out of hand with her… But something about this woman makes me want to drop all the veneer of civility and bare the animal I am inside to her. I want to scare her, shock her… Fuck the hell out of her. I want to take her pussy and imprint myself inside of her, so she’ll never forget what it is to belong to me.

It’s precisely why I am going to keep my distance from her. I’ll marry her, I’ll use her to get to the Seven, and then I’ll set her free. Until then, I am going to restrict my interactions with her to the bare minimum. It’s the only way I am going to survive this unscathed.

I pivot, head for the door and she calls out, “Wait, Michael.”

I pause.

“What you said about marrying me… You… You really mean that?”

I nod.

“You don’t have to do it, you know. I mean, just because there is something between us…”

I turn, glare at her over my shoulder, “So you admit, there is something between us?”

“I admit no such thing.”

“You just said so.”

“I meant…” She draws in a breath, “Okay, yes, so there’s some kind of weird chemistry between us. Doesn’t mean we have to get married.” Her lips draw up in a parody of a smile. She’s smart, this woman, and quick-witted and able to think on her feet. Exactly the kind of woman I have been searching for. The kind I want by my side…

Wait, what? I don’t need anyone else. I have myself and my siblings. They are all I need to consolidate my position.

Oh, well, I do need her…but only as a means of getting to the Seven. That, and the fact that her father did promise her to me. It would be crazy to not use that to my benefit. So, I will… And then I’ll release her.

“Your father promised you to me in return for his life. I am just making sure you honor the debt. Also” I look her up and down, “I took your virginity.”

“Oh, please, let’s get past that, okay?” She takes a step forward, “And my father may have pledged me to you, but we don’t have to fulfill it.”

“No?”

She nods, “You and I both know you could do much better than me.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.” She folds her arms around her waist. “Don’t you want to marry a nice, shy, demure bride who’ll do as you tell her to?”

No.

No.

“Yes.” I jerk my chin.

“You do?”

“It’s how you are going to be by the time I marry you.”

“Oh, pfft.” She waves her hand in the air, “Have you met me? I am wild, evil-tempered, I swear like a trooper-”

Everything I find fascinating about you.

“I’ll never stop standing up to you.”

Something I look forward to.

“You’ll never be able to tame me.”

My cock instantly lengthens. “Is that a challenge?”

“What?” She frowns, “Of course, not. I am merely pointing out why I am so wrong for you.”

And yet, why do you feel so right?

“Nice try,” I allow my lips to curl, “but it’s not working.”

“No?”

I shake my head. “Your father gave his word. Now you are going to keep it.”

“And if I refuse?”

His grin widens. “I look forward to changing your mind.”