Page 105 of Mafia Star

Beth

It’s been nearly a month since the day Simms kidnapped us, and I went all Rambo on his mercenaries. I woke up the next morning with Marco spooned around me. I didn’t want to get up. It was too perfect. We’d just finished having sex when Matteo knocked on the door. It was very much back to reality then. Within fifteen minutes, Marco was gone. I didn’t see him for four days. Fortunately, I already knew this could happen. And doubly fortunate, I was already staying with Massimo and Nicoletta. I wasn’t alone. It’s going to take me a while to get used to Marco being gone with no means of communication.

Chelle and I hung out with our parents and Steve while Marco was away. It was good for us to be together. We have a veritable army surrounding us, so no one was coming near us. Mom and Dad told us more about the parts of our family history they wished we’d never learn. But it was good to understand just how deeply entrenched our family was in the mob for generations. It turns out, my dad’s side of the family was Cosa Nostra before they left Sicily. They’d escaped that life by coming to America. Oh, the irony that the great-grandson of an immigrant who fled the Mafia is now an associate by choice.

My parents accepted that far better than I imagined. But the mob is not in my mom's good book right now. I’d almost feel bad for the O’Rourkes if they cross her path. But I don’t because I’d shoot them too.

“We’re here, piccolina.”

I look out the town car’s window and smile. We’re back where it all started. I check my mask is in place. No one can tell who I am under it. Marco’s mask disguises him just as well since it covers all but his eyes. Pauly opens the car door and winks at me. He’s lucky Marco didn’t notice. Or rather, lucky Marco chose to ignore it. I suck my lips in not to grin. I trust Pauly unequivocally. Once he closes the door, he falls in behind us. Luigi leads the way. It surprised me when Luigi started being my guard while Marco was gone. But whatever shit happened between him and the don’s family is resolved. I guess he got a royal pardon.

We enter through the side door, and Marco leads me straight to the room we used those nights we met here for the first three weeks. We don’t stop to look around. Neither of us goes into the locker room. He nods to an owner as we make our way to the stairs. When we get to the door, I’m not sure what to expect Pauly and Luigi to do or where to go. When they post outside the door, I want to refuse to go inside. I’m mortified they'll hear us.

“These are the soundproof rooms, remember?”

Marco closes the door behind us, and I take off my mask. I nod, but I’m still looking over my shoulder with unease.

“Beth, I would not take you somewhere I know my men can hear me pleasuring you. This is between us and only us. Now strip.”

The last two words sound different from all the ones before them. They’re a command. I don’t hesitate to obey. Then I’m walking toward the Saint Andrew’s Cross. Marco helps me onto it, fastening my wrists and ankles, making it impossible for me to do anything but wait for Marco’s next move. He kisses my belly as he swipes his fingers between my pussy lips, letting the tips dip into me. He presses my clit for a second before pulling his hand away. He sniffs then licks them. I’m forced to watch him walk over to the chair then move it to sit before me.

We stare at one another, neither wanting to speak first. What fun would that make this game? After a few minutes, Marco opens the large purse I brought. He pulls out several accoutrements. He gathers what he wants and prowls over to me. He latches onto my left nipple sucking hard, drawing on it until it elongates enough for him to put a clamp on it. He repeats the process with my right one. Then he drops to one knee and sucks my clit. I see the chain hanging down my belly. It’s only a matter of seconds before there’s a clamp on my clit. A clitty clamp. Sounds so much cuter than it feels.

He licks my pussy as his hands wrap around my ass cheeks and spread them until his fingers can press the jeweled plug already in my ass. He twists it while thrusting his tongue into my cunt. I moan, and it spurs him on to keep tormenting me. While he keeps working my pussy, he turns on an egg-shaped vibrator and slips it inside me. It rests against my g spot and makes me tremble. Holy fuck. I close my eyes as I focus on not squirting or coming. My toes wiggle, and my hands fist and unfist. Fuck.

I open my eyes as Marco presses gentle kisses to the inside of my thighs then my belly. His hand rests protectively— possessively —perfectly over my belly. He’s had to travel during the past two weekends for legit business. I suggested I start my new job with Carmine’s firm, but he still firmly resists. He insists we’re going on a honeymoon soon. But we haven’t set a wedding date. We consider ourselves engaged, but I’m not wearing a ring.

“Beth, the first time we were in here, I knew I wanted you for more than a good fuck. That scared the shit out of me because I already knew I wanted you for forever. I swore up and down for years that I wouldn’t even remotely consider that. One argument with you, and you changed my mind. I’ve always known soulmates exist, but I was never interested in looking for mine. I should have known that’s not how the universe works. I love you.”

“I love you.”

I wait for him to stand, but he doesn’t. It can’t be that comfortable to have one knee on the linoleum. But he’s waiting me out again. He can tell I’m growing impatient. My clit pulses with a need for relief.

“Daddy.”

“Yes, piccolina.”

“I need you.”

“Need me to do what? Spend the rest of my life with you?”

“Yes.”

“Grow old with you?”

“Yes.”

“Make babies with you?”

“Yes.”

Each of my answers is getting more and more desperate. He’s teasing me when all I want is to come.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t say that just because that’s what the response has been to all the other questions. I said it because I mean it. I want him to know I will. That nothing has changed, and nothing will. But I’m utterly unprepared for him to hold up his fist and open it palm up.

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