Arranged Mafia Marriage

Theresa

I float down from the orgasm to find I am leaning into him. The water beats down on my back. Some of the spray coats his shoulders and trickles down his back. He’s massaging my ass cheeks as he stares up at me. His mouth and his chin glisten. That’s my cum, I realize. My cheeks heat. He rises up to his feet, pulls his sweats up around his waist then stares down at me.

“That’s the last time you leave here without my permission,” he growls.

“Excuse me?” I blink. Some of the sexual haze retreats, “I am not your prisoner.”

“Is that right?” He laughs. The jerk laughs at me.

“Why are you laughing? I didn’t make a joke.”

“You might as well have.” He smirks. “You don’t leave here without my consent, and that’s final.”

I try to pull away from him, but his grip on my hips tightens. Water from the shower pours over him. His hair sticks to his forehead and his features stand out in contrast. I glance at the bandage at his temple. “Your dressing is wet,” I point out.

“Fuck that,” he scowls, “what were you doing with him?”

“With who?”

“Seb,” he spits out his brother’s name as if it’s a bad word.

“So, you’ve been spying on me?”

“Don’t answer a question with a question.”

“How about I not answer your question at all?” I sniff.

He grabs my hips and fits me to the cradle of his pelvis. The thickness at his crotch stabs into my core. “You will answer the question.”

“And if I don’t?”

He peers into my face, “Trust me, you don’t want to find out what happens if you don’t.”

I hold his gaze and those blue eyes of his bore into me. I flinch. “Nothing happened with Seb. You know that, right?”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

He doesn’t reply.

“Besides, Seb has his own issues. My friend Elsa and he seem to have taken an instant dislike to each other. In fact, she dumped a pint of beer on him earlier. It was quite entertaining,” I laugh.

He stares at me with a strange look in his eyes.

“What?” I redden. “What is it? Do I have something on my face or something?”

“You’re fucking gorgeous, and I am not just talking about your looks, Sunshine. There’s an innocence to you, and it’s not just the fact that you were a virgin. ”

“Gee, thanks,” I mutter.

“It’s something else.” He shakes his head. “You have a thirst for life, an optimism, a happiness that radiates from you that is so very infectious. You make me want to hope.”

“Wow,” I swallow, “that feels very much like a compliment.”

“You confuse me.” His scowl deepens. “I can’t figure out what makes you tick.”

“And that’s bad?”

“That’s… not good for my peace of mine,” he growls. “You’re not good for my peace of mind. When I found you’d gone out, I lost my mind. I hated that I wasn’t strong enough yet to walk out of the house and go after you. I hate being this helpless. I hate that I need to rely on others to protect you. That I have to be in this house that belongs to someone else. That I have to be dependent on others, knowing they are probably plotting against me as we speak.”

“They are your family; if they wanted to hurt you, they’d have done it by now.”

“Or maybe they are waiting for me to be strong enough so I can put up a fight as they take me down.”

“You don’t trust anyone, do you?”

“I trust you.” His gaze widens. He seems taken aback by his words. To be honest, so am I.

“You don’t have to be jealous of anyone else where I am concerned. You are the first man I have been with, Axel. You’ve seen the evidence of that with your own eyes.” I peer up into his features.

His jaw hardens. His gaze seems to grow even more stormy.

“Why are you so angry?” I cup his cheek. “All this bitterness inside of you, all this pain, where is it coming from?”

His brow furrows. For a second, I am sure he is going to answer my question, then a mask seems to drop over his face. He releases me and steps back, only to sway. I grip his shoulder to righten him and his features grow even more angry. He spins around and heads out of the shower. He makes it to the door before his knees seem to grow too shaky. He grips the door frame and draws in a breath.

I reach behind me and turn off the shower before I walk over to him. By the time I reach him, his features are pale.

“You okay?” I reach out to touch him, but he shrugs it off.

“I can walk on my own steam.”

“I have no doubt,” I murmur.

“Don’t humor me.” He firms his lips.

“I believe you. I’m only trying to help.”

“Well, don’t.” He takes another step forward, then another. I glance down at myself and realize I am dripping water all over the carpet. Shit. I turn and hurry back into the bathroom. I dry myself quickly, then shrug into a bathrobe, before I return to him. I catch up with him as he nears the door to the hallway. His clothes are dripping and his breathing is labored. He grips the frame of the door and draws in a breath.

“Let me help you, please,” I plead.

He doesn’t answer me. Simply takes another step forward, then another. His pace is slow, and he seems to be growing more tired with every passing minute. Halfway up the corridor, he sways. I grab his arm, and this time, he doesn’t shake it off. I throw his arm across my shoulder, wrap my arm around his waist, and help him back to his room.

“Why don’t you sit down in that chair and I’ll help you out of your clothes?”

He doesn’t protest and I shoot him a sideways glance. His face is paler, his cheekbones more pronounced. He has his gaze fixed on the chair. He seems to be slowing down with each step, but we finally make it to the chair. He lowers himself into it with a sigh, then leans his head back and closes his eyes. I undo the buttons of his shirt.

“Lean forward,” I murmur.

He obliges me without complaint, and once more, I rake my gaze across his face. His eyes are closed, his breathing labored. Clearly, he is in pain. I push his shirt off of his shoulders, then reach for his sweat pants. “Uh, you’ll need to lift your hips so I can help you out of these.”

I pull his sweat pants down and his thick cock swings free. He sinks back down into the chair and I pull his sweats completely off. He places his head against the back of the chair, and his chest rises and falls. Moisture gleams across his shoulders and slides down the demarcation of his pecs. It slips down his sculpted chest, around his belly button, and catches on the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. My mouth waters, and before I can give myself the chance to change my mind-after all, I’m already down here-I wrap my fingers around his shaft and it jumps in my grasp.

“What are you doing?”

I tip up my chin to find him staring down at me. His blue gaze is direct as he surveys my features. Without breaking the connection, I lick my tongue around the crown his dick.

He draws in a harsh breath, but otherwise, there’s no change of expression on his face. I lick the slit on the head and his nostrils flare. I close my mouth around his shaft and his gaze intensifies. I tilt my head, take in as much of the length as I can. He buries his fingers in my hair and tugs. Pinpricks of pain radiate across my scalp. My nipples tighten. My core clenches. He tugs on my hair so I am forced to pull back until the head of his cock is poised between my lips. Then he pushes forward and his dick slides down my throat. I gag and tears squeeze out of the corners of my eyes.

“Why is it that seeing your tears turn me on so?” he murmurs, almost to himself. As if to punctuate his words, his shaft thickens, filling my mouth. I force myself to relax my jaw as he begins to fuck my mouth in earnest. Of course, with Axel, even a blowjob is not something he’ll allow me to give him. He has to be in control, even here.

I balance myself with one hand on his thigh as he pulls me forward. His dick slides down my throat. I draw in the dark, musky scent of his and moisture laces my core. My pussy throbs and my lower belly clenches. I dig my fingernails into his thighs and glance up at him. His gaze is intense as he speeds up. His chest planes flex, his shoulder muscles knot, and the tendons of his throat move as a growl rips from him. His hold in my hair tightens, his cock pulses and he comes, shooting his warmth down my throat. He seems to come and come until his cum fills my mouth. I try to swallow, but it overflows from the corners of my lips.

He pulls out, then hauls me up and fixes his mouth on mine. His lips clash with mine and he licks his arousal off of my mouth. He thrusts his tongue in between my lips and sucks from me. He kisses me so deeply, so intensely, my head spins. I plaster myself to his chest, throw my arms around his neck as I push myself into him.

The room seems to tilt and I open my eyes to find he’s on his feet again. I try to protest, but he doesn’t release my mouth. He carries me to his bed, places me on the mattress and follows me down. He pulls me to him as he continues to kiss me. My head spins. Darkness flickers at the edges of my vision. When he finally releases me, I gasp. Oxygen rushes into my lungs, and I sink back into the pillow.

We stare at each other and something seems to shift. He cups my cheek, brings me in for another kiss. His lips touch mine. He shares my breath but doesn’t deepen the kiss further. He brushes his mouth against mine as if learning it’s outline all over again. He leans in closer until his thighs touch mine, his hips cradle mine, his chest brushes against my breasts. My nipples tighten and one side of his lips curves. He pushes a strand of hair away from my temple. “I am not sorry I took your virginity,” he whispers.

“I don’t want you to be sorry that you took my virginity,” I reply.

“I don’t want you to leave this house without telling me.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“When the household staff told me that you left with Seb, I was sure that I was going to kill him.”

“And now?”

“I’m sure I’m going to kill him.”

I chuckle. “I just needed to get away from here,” I explain. “When I saw you with that…that woman-”

“You mean Sheena?” He smirks.

“Whatever,” I huff, “when I realized that she was going to help you bathe-”

“She didn’t.”

“Oh?” I blink.

“I asked her to leave right after you did.”

“Oh,” I glance away, “but you meant to convey the impression-”

“That she was going to help me shower and more, yes.”

“So did she?” I turn my gaze on him. “Did she help you shower and more.”

“Already told you. I asked her to leave right after you. She’s only my physiotherapist; nothing more, so you don’t need to be jealous about her.”

“Who says I am jealous about her?”

His smirk widens, “It’s cute when you deny the emotions that are written all over your face.”

“They are not.”

“They are.” He wraps his fingers around my neck and a shiver runs down my spine.

“When you get this… assertive, it turns me on,” I whisper.

“I know,” he replies with such confidence that I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“Jeez is there anything that you are not sure about?” I ask.

“Myself. I am never sure how I am going to react around you.” He increases the pressure around my throat and a thrill grips me. My breasts seem to swell and my thighs tremble.

“Axel,” I protest, “you need to rest.”

“I’ll rest when I am dead.”

I frown. “That’s not funny. When that bullet hit you and you crumpled to the ground, I thought my heart would stop beating.”

“You did?” He presses his thumb into the base of my throat where my pulse beats rapidly. “You didn’t even know me then.”

“I knew that you had stepped in front of me and taken the bullet meant for me. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me. Speaking of,” I touch the bandage on his temple, “don’t you need to change this bandage?”

“It’s waterproof.”

“Oh.” I lower my hand and place my palm against where his heart beats in his chest. He leans in and presses his lips to my forehead. A warmth squeezes my chest.

“What was that for?” I murmur, then yawn.

“That was to show you,” he kisses the tip of my nose, “I am not a complete asshole,” he presses a soft kiss to my lips, “and I do have it in me to be tender,” he presses a kiss to my chin, “on occasion.”

He leans back and glances into my face.

“I know you are not as much of an alphahole as you pretend to be,” I murmur.

“Alphahole?” He chuckles. “I like it. You may refer to me as alphahole, from now on.”

I yawn again, “I should have known that you would take that as a compliment.”

“If the shoe fits,” he raises a shoulder as he draws me onto his chest.

“Aren’t you supposed to be recuperating? Won’t I hurt you if I put my weight on you? Isn’t it better if-”

“Hush,” he tucks my head under his chin, “sleep now.”

I open my mouth to protest, and instead, end up yawning again. Sleep tugs at the edges of my conscious mind. I close my eyes and am instantly asleep. When I wake up, I am alone in his bed and naked.

What the-? Did he carry me to bed? Is he strong enough to do that already? Clearly, he’s almost fully recovered.

I glance around the room and find it empty. It’s only the indentation in the pillow next to me that indicates that someone else had occupied the same bed as me.

I swing my legs over the side, grab the bathrobe from where it had been thrown down next to the bed and shrug it on before heading to my room to freshen up. Finally, I discard the bathrobe, step into my jeans and shrug into a sweater. I pull on thick socks, then my trainers, before I head out of my room. When I peek inside Sheena’s room, then Axel’s, I find them both empty.

I head down the flight of steps, and toward the study, which is the only room I haven’t been to before. The sound of voices reaches me as I near the doorway.

“What are your intentions with Theresa?”