Page 29 of Arranged Mafia Marriage

I lean forward and kiss his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He groans, gripping my hips. I nip his skin, then soothe it with my tongue. I want to mark him, to leave my own claim on him. I want the world to know that he’s mine.

I continue kissing and nibbling my way down his neck and across his collarbone. I explore every inch of his exposed skin, savoring the taste and feel of him, committing it to memory. I rake my nails down his abs, making him hiss as I smile.

“You’re a minx,” he says through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to maintain control.

I smirk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I slide off his lap and kneel between his legs. I reach for the zipper of his pants, pausing to look up at him.

“Are you sure?” he asks huskily.

I nod, my eyes never leaving his. “I want you.”

With that, I pull down the zipper and free his cock. It springs up, thick and heavy as I wrap my hand around it. I stroke it slowly, watching as it grows even harder under my touch. I lower my head and lick the tip, tasting the salty precum before swirling my tongue around the head. He grunts, and I smile with satisfaction around his cock as I swallow it an inch at a time. I suck gently, enjoying the feel of it on my tongue. I bob my head up and down, taking as much of it as I can.

I use my hand to stroke the base, twisting and squeezing as I suck. He moans, gripping my hair as I increase my pace. I want to make him lose control, to give in to the pleasure. I want to hear him cry out my name as he cums deep in my throat. My own arousal is growing, and my panties get wet. I rub my thighs together, trying to ease the ache.

I redouble my efforts, sucking and stroking with abandon. His cock begins to pulse in my mouth, and I issue a protest when he pulls me off with a small pop. “You didn’t finish.”

“I will,” he says with rough passion as he hikes up my dress and rips off my panties. He’s like a beast, wild and untamed, and I love every minute of it as he spreads my legs around his thighs as I straddle him on the car seat. “But I want to cum inside you, not your mouth.”

He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip of his cock. I’m so wet and ready that I don’t need any foreplay. He thrusts almost savagely into me as he bites hard on my shoulder.It hurts but in a good way. I wonder if he’s feeling the need to claim me too?

“I’m here,” I whisper as his cock bottoms out inside me. “Not going anywhere.” My words turn into a moan as he grabs one of my breasts roughly through my clothes.

“I could have lost you today, darling. A minute later...” He trails off, burying his face against my skin for a moment. He’s breathing deeply and clearly fighting for control of his emotions.

I rub his back. “I know, but you didn’t. I’m right here, with you.”

“You’re mine. I won’t let you go.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, and I cling to him, riding his cock like my life depends on it.

“I’m yours, Kiril. Only yours.”

My words seem to unleash something in him because he starts fucking me with a ferocity I’ve never experienced before. I feel every inch of him as he pounds into me, and I meet each thrust with equal fervor. My nipple is almost sore from the way he roughly kneads my breast, but I don’t care. Even if it bruises later, I need this right now.

He moves his hands to my hips and then my ass, cupping it and forcing me to take even more of him. I can’t believe how full I am, but I want more. I want everything he has to give.

I lean back, changing the angle of my hips, and suddenly, he’s hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. I scream, and he covers my mouth with his hand.

“Quiet, darling. You need to be quiet.”

I nod, and he releases my mouth. I bite my lip to keep from crying out again, but I can’t stop the whimpers that escape as he continues to pound into me. The pressure builds inside me, and I cling to him, digging my nails into his shoulders. I’m so close, but I need more. I need him to come with me.

I reach down between us and stroke my clit, and that’s all it takes. I explode while I bury my face in his neck to muffle my cries as I ride out the aftershocks. My pussy clamps down on his cock, and he groans, his hips stuttering as he finds his own release.

We stay like that for a moment, our breathing ragged as we recover. Then he lifts me off of him and sets me down gently on the seat.

I look up at him, and there’s a fierceness in his eyes that I haven’t seen before.

“You’re mine, Felicity. I will never let you go.”

I smile up at him, my heart full. “I’m yours, Kiril.” I’m not entirely sure what I’m promising, but I understand it means accepting every part of my Bratva husband. That’s a little scary, but it’s mostly exhilarating.

He pulls me against him to stroke my hair gently, and I feel safer than I ever have before. “That was...” I trail off, unable to find the right words.

Kiril chuckles. “Intense.”

I nod, snuggling closer to him. As the afterglow fades, reality starts to creep back in. The attack at the spa replays in my mind, and I shudder.

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