Page 65 of Dark Mafia Bride

But when she presses herself flush against me and begins kissing my neck like I kissed hers earlier, all rational thought flies out the window. I’m completely lost within this woman, and nothing in the world matters except for this. For her.

She reaches down and slips both her hands underneath my T-shirt. A sound between a sigh and a groan slips out of my lips as her fingers caress my abdomen up to my shirt.

“I see you want this,” she murmurs. “So teach me.”

A humorless chuckle leaves my lips, and the next thing I know, I’m doing exactly what she wants. She watches raptly as I undo the buckle of my belt, unzip my fly, and free my dick from my briefs.

“Take off your dress and get on your knees,” I tell her, my voice thick with need.

She obeys immediately, pulling her dress over her head and tossing it to the side. When she kneels in front of me, her eyes are filled with lust. I glance down at the woman kneeling before me in nothing but a matching set of red lace lingerie. I step closer and slide my hand to the back of her head, gathering her long hair and wrapping it around my fist.

“Touch me,” I say through gritted teeth.

Her hands come up to touch my hard length. I suck in a breath as she traces her fingers up and down the length as if admiring it. While I love the look on her face, the longer she does that, the more impatient I get.

“Stop teasing me, Kitten,” I murmur before grabbing one of her hands and wrapping it around my dick. “Like this. Move up and down.”

She nods and smiles shyly as I guide her hand up and down my shaft. Her fingers wrap around it to the best of their ability as she follows my lead. Her grip is soft and gentle, and I close my eyes for a moment to relish the feel of her warm flesh rubbing against mine. She strokes my cock gently, slowly, almost as if she’s unsure. A groan slips past my lips as she continues her movements, and my grip on her hair tightens.

My reaction seems to embolden her because her grip turns firmer, and she increases the speed of her movement. My head falls back as I let out a loud groan, my grip tightening even further on her hair.

“That’s it, Kitten,” I growl. “Just like that.”

She pumps faster now, and a low hiss leaves my lips when she brings her mouth down to suck the tip of my dick.

“Fuck, Bella,” I groan as she takes me into her mouth. She hums against my dick, and the sound sends vibrations through my whole being. I can already feel myself coming close, my balls clenching painfully.

When she pulls away and glances up at me, I realize I’ve never seen anything sexier. Her brown eyes sparkle with hunger, and her hair cascades in waves down her shoulders. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her pouty lips shiny and glossy as she licks them before taking me into her mouth again.

I close my eyes as her tongue plays around on the tip of my cock. I resist the urge to grab her head and pump myself into hermouth, resist the urge to fuck her throat until it’s sore. Instead, I focus on the sensations tingling in my balls and swirling their way down to my toes.

When I feel her teeth scape the sides of my dick lightly, I come undone, exploding inside of her mouth. My entire body shakes beneath me as hot, searing bursts spill from my cock down her throat. She swallows it all, moaning as I caress the side of her face. When she finally releases me and rises to her feet, I immediately pull her to me and press my lips against hers.

She moans, tilting her head to accommodate me better. Her tongue darts out to lick my lips, and she kisses me deeply. I taste salt on her tongue, and it excites me beyond words. Her tongue explores my mouth, and I welcome it eagerly.

This time, when we pull apart, my fingers glide along the length of her spine.

“Are you hungry? I’m starving.”

A giggle slips past her lips as I pull her body to my side on the bed, sliding the sheets over our bodies. “I’ll order room service.”

In the next few minutes, I run my fingers through her hair while listening to the sound of her soft breathing. And by the time our food arrives, she’s already fast asleep.

21

MIRABELLA

It’s been two weeks since I officially became a Greco, and it’s become painfully clear that my husband’s family can’t stand me. They make a point of reminding me I don’t belong here through forced, tight-lipped smiles whenever Ettore is around, and the subtle—or not-so-subtle—remarks they drop like it’s their personal mission. No matter what I do, they’re determined not to accept me.

The only exception is Ettore’s younger brother Vittorio. He’s warm and genuinely friendly, always eager to chat when he returns from work. Sometimes, I wonder how someone so upbeat and open could come from the same family as Ettore. Now I understand why Ettore said Vittorio is the only family member he trusts.

The staff here are kind, too, though part of me thinks it’s because they don’t have much choice—they’d probably risk their jobs if they weren’t polite. But even with Ettore’s strict aunts around, they seem genuinely fond of me, especially when it’s just us in the house. I can feel them relax, though they snap back to attention when any of the family appears.

As for Ettore’s cousins, they couldn’t care less. Bianca is either at a friend’s place or holed up in her room making videos for her followers or binge-watching shows. Leonardo and Antonio have gone back to college and only visit on weekends, which is a relief.

In the beginning, it was uncomfortable being left with the people who clearly despise me every time Ettore and Vittorio went to work. But now, I just...don’t care. I’ve got my almost-daily visits to my own family and the excitement of preparing for college to keep me busy. Those keep me from dwelling on the mansion’s empty halls or the weird distance that’s developed between Ettore and me since we...well, since that night.

Today, Alessia and Giovanni are coming over. I’ve barely opened the door before Alessia practically tackles me with a hug, squeezing me so tightly I nearly lose my breath.

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