Married to the mafia boss Series

MIA

All I wanted for Christmas was my husband.

Right now.

Laughing, we stumbled into the empty, adjoining dive where I’d met Vinn and Michael. The Sunset Tavern lived up to its name, with dark orange rays filling the space with a vibrant glow, but I only had eyes for Alessio.

He smoothed his hair before he removed his jacket and tossed it over a stool. I tackled him against the door, slamming it shut. My hands dove into that perfect wave of ebony, mussing it up. I kissed the gorgeous dent below his jaw.

He stroked my back and gripped my thighs, sliding beneath the clinging dress. He groaned as his palms rolled over my backside.

“Madonn. You better go before my wife catches us.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Smartass.”

“I’m not complaining, but going from no sex to fucking in public?”

“I’ve been figuring things out.”

He grinned. “Did that happen as you watched me across the bar?”

More or less.

“It’s Christmas, and you looked lonely. I couldn’t help myself.” Buzzing with warmth from three hot toddies, I kissed the sinewy length of his neck and the sharp jaw line I’d admired for an hour.

I hadn’t touched him in ages, and my heart galloped ahead when I trailed his hard abdomen, caressing the muscle before I grabbed onto the thick bulge demanding my attention. I slipped through the fabric and unzipped him, stroking the steel underneath.

Alessio released a growling sigh.

“Do you have a condom?”

“No. I stopped carrying condoms in my wallet a while ago.” He chuckled, planting kisses on my cheek. “I’m not a dumb college kid.”

I seized his tie and tugged until his flushed face hovered centimeters from mine. “I want you inside me. It’s been too long.”

What about the condom?

My pulse raced as I searched for the well of fear, finding nothing but an ache that longed for him.

He shuddered when I squeezed his dick. “Mia, I have zero self-restraint. Take your hands off me or I’ll-”

“Will you tie me up?”

“What?”

“Tie me up. Do what you did on our wedding night.”

“This is out of character for you.”

“It’s called liquid courage.”

His voice smoldered as he pressed his body into mine. “You need to convince me you want this.”

“Tie me up.”

“Say it again,” he whispered.

“Confine me.”

“Mia, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He stared, amusement curling his lip.

“All right. Whatever happens after this is on you. You know what’ll happen if we fuck without a condom. I’ve given you ample warning.”

“Yes, Alessio. I’ve graduated from high school. I’ve learned what condoms are for.”

“Careful. I’ll shove my cock into that smart mouth.”

His cheeks flushed as he loosed the tie from his neck. Alessio moved me against the door, holding my hips as he pulled the dress up. He yanked it off my head.

My naked skin tingled with the anticipation of what he’d do. I’d missed the thrill of not knowing what brewed in that twisted mind.

Alessio looped the fabric over my wrists, cinching it tight. He opened the door, and the noise from the party filtered inside.

“What are you doing?”

He touched a finger to his lips, beaming. Then he dragged the knot up, sliding the trailing end over the top of the frame. He closed the door and gave the silk an experimental tug. It stayed put.

“Perfect. How does that feel?”

Restrained, I couldn’t bring my arms down. Alessio rubbed my hip, his thumb pressing as he glided up. He followed my ribs to my breasts, which desperately needed his warmth. Watching him sink into a bed of lust tickled my desire into a glowing blaze.

“Exposed. What if someone walks through?”

“I guess they’ll see you on display.”

“I’d love to hear you explain our way out of that.”

“Sweetheart, haven’t you been paying attention? I don’t need to.”

Alessio stepped closer, adding his second hand to the torture. His fingertips grazed my stomach, between my breasts, across my collarbone, and to my face, where he held me. He crushed me against the door and kissed me.

Wet heat stroked my lips. It was like he’d spent hours in the sun. All of him burned, and the hottest part of him warmed me through the slacks, growing and stiffening. He dug into my neck, arousal jolting down my belly. He bit and claimed the corners, sharing the sweetest nectar. I angled my head and lashed his mouth until he parted and played with my tongue. He melted into me with a deep moan that vibrated to my pussy.

Sexy as hell.

I wanted to grab his cock and shove him inside, and I might’ve if my hands had been free.

Alessio broke away with a devilish smirk. “Stay put.”

He winked and sauntered to the bar, rifling through bottles before he found whatever he wanted, returning with something in his fist. Ice. Smiling wickedly, he moved it over my chest. Cold brushed my nipple.

I hissed from the sting. It disappeared as he lifted his hand. Alessio palmed my breast and sucked. Molten lava swirled the hardened point, my thighs clenching from the jolt of arousal. He nipped. He tortured me with hot and cold. Every stinging stroke followed by sultry relief.

And when he’d toyed with the other breast, the cube trailed down. So did his mouth. The ice no longer chilled me. It blazed. I needed it all over because he would be there, licking and sucking.

He parted my knees. A searing bolt of pleasure arced into my pussy when he started with his mouth. I released a sob when he lapped and slipped between my layers of arousal, diving into my core. I sagged, the effort to remain upright torture, like the muscle slathering my clit.

I bucked. He pulled away, the ice replacing his wet heat. My walls contracted on the frozen surface. He fucked me. His lips soothed my agony, but his tongue added to the torment.

“Will you just fuck me?”

Ice flashed through the air as he tossed it, sinking a finger inside me. I squeezed him as he twisted and pumped, as though priming me for him. I jerked the tie with a whimper.

“What’s that, baby?”

“More.”

“I’ve never heard sweeter begging, but it won’t save you.” His lips pressed into me. His tongue thrust, grinding me hard. I writhed, chasing the bliss I’d denied myself for too damn long. I cried out as short-lived relief washed over me, coating my skin in ecstasy that kept building.

Then he stood, hands at my waist. My raw and swollen pussy ached as he swung me so I faced the door. Alessio kissed my spine before retreating a step. The familiar jingle of his pants cut through my steaming thoughts, followed by his shirt. Then he pressed against me, cupping my breasts.

He walked into me. His thumbs pulled my folds apart as his cock slid along my seam. I widened my stance. He slipped into my arousal, thrusting near my clit. Excitement and lust zinged my nerves as he wrapped my hips.

“Last chance to change your mind.”

“Not happen-oh.”

He plunged before I’d finished the word.

I’d waited for this all night. My elbows were crushed against the wood as his thickness filled me. I bit my lip as the pressure forced my walls to cave. He reeled and pushed, fighting the softening barriers. He shoved us together. His plunging jarred my body, knocking me into the door, and I imagined it from the other side, trembling.

Slabs of muscle squeezed my back as he flattened against me. He rolled his hips. I braced myself as he slammed. I buried my face in my arm, but Alessio shifted my head sideways. He kissed me with the same sharp intensity as his brutal thrusts. He lashed my tongue and ground into me. My pained gasps sharpened. He fucked me, and we battered the door.

Then he pulled out and flipped me again.

Dazed, I stumbled backward, hitting the door. I caught my breath as Alessio scooped my thighs. He cradled my ass and lifted, flattening my spine as he shoved himself inside. Pure bliss. I couldn’t get enough of this wild, aching passion.

His mouth found mine again. He seemed determined to make me pass out from lack of air. We didn’t have any words for each other except the moans from weeks, no months, of pent-up attraction. We’d denied our feelings until we could no longer contain ourselves. It had come to this frenzied fuck in the middle of a bar.

Biting my lip, he turned the doorknob. He stepped away, dragging the tie from the top, and then he kicked the door closed. I clung to his neck and shoved my fingers into his hair, inhaling his scent that filled me with greed. Teeth bared in a feral grin, he lowered me onto green felt. Chips cascaded off piles and bounced on the floor.

Good Lord.

He fucked me on a poker table.

I dragged him close, snapping his buttons before I dug into his shoulders. Alessio reacted as though my lips wrapped his cock. His muscles laxed. I pierced his skin. He fisted my mane. His thrusts deepened. His breathing hitched.

I shattered first, crushed against the felt as Alessio groaned. My walls squeezed him, triggering a wave of spasms in my pussy, abdomen, the sensation traveling to my hands that clutched him. He softened under my touch like butter. Liquid heat surrounded his deep thrust, and then he buried his face in my neck, panting like I’d stabbed him.

I raked his head and smiled, glowing with every kiss. My feelings were a whirlwind, circling into a tornado. Then his lips found my mouth. Such perfect magic.

I was pretty sure of something else.

I was in love.

Alessio parted, smiling. “Best gift ever.”

I loved him.

My heart pounded, reeling from the flood of ecstasy-the unexpected pleasure.

“Maybe we should take the party home. Plenty of condoms there…just saying.”

“We’re married. Whatever happens, happens.”

“Who are you?” he demanded, voice darkening. “And what did you do with my wife?”

I shrugged.

Life seemed brighter with the alcohol numbing all my anxiety. It had peeled away the layers of doubt to the center of me that ached for the same things Alessio wanted-to start a family with someone I loved. I’d spent the whole week avoiding him, convinced I needed to ignore my growing affection, and with enough distance, the feelings would disappear.

They hadn’t.

I couldn’t contain them anymore.

I grasped his chin, gazing into his widened hazel eyes. “I want everything you’re willing to give me.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

No. I’m just falling for you. “I want kids, too.”

“You have no idea how much I’d love to believe that.”

“Let’s go home. I’ll make you believe me.”

Alessio’s eyes opened, reflecting insatiable greed. He pulled me upright and brushed poker chips from my ass. When we were presentable enough, we slipped out the service exit. Alessio still grinned when he hopped outside. I joined him and tipped my head. The snow stung my cheeks, but the chill didn’t register because there was so much warmth between us.

“Merry Christmas, Mia. I don’t think I’ll have another bad one, as long as I’m with you.”

I love you.

Intense heat stroked my back. I leaned in for a kiss, but he jerked away. In his widened gaze rippled two candles.

“Mia!”

Then the world ripped apart.