Page 28 of Married to the Mafia

I’m still using my coldest voice and it’s having the desired effect. It always does. No one disobeys me and lives.

She stands up. She’s trying to shield her body from me, so I move her arms to her sides. I don’t look between her legs. I look her right in the eyes. “This is happening,” I say. “It is better this way, believe me.” Why am I trying to calm her down? I don’t need to. “Marrying me will mean you are safe.”

“I don’t want to,” she mutters, and I have a sudden urge to put her arms around her. I feel sorry for her. This isn’t her choice. This isn’t a world she wants to enter. But it has to be this way. She has the chip. I have to marry her. Nothing else will do.

I lift her arms above her head. That motion moves her tits, and it takes all the effort I have to resist grabbing them with both hands. I glance down at her pussy as I step back from her. She shaves down there. I see a hint of what lies between her legs and I’m rock hard. I want to be in her right now.

I ignore the ache in my cock as I turn and pick up the dress. I lift it to go over her head and then change my mind.

I kneel and hold it open for her to step into. As shemoves her leg, I see her pussy again and I change my mind about dressed being sexier than naked.

She is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. From the curve of her hips to the little mole by her right thigh, I want to kiss every part of her. I want to massage oil into her skin and make her beg me to fuck her.

I will do that, just not yet.

First, we need to get married.

She steps into the dress and I lift it up her body, my fingers tracing lines up her thighs, over her hips, up her sides. The feel of her skin makes my cock jerk in my pants.

It’s pressing painfully forward and I want to free it, have it sticking out for her to suck, ease the ache by coming in the back of her throat, maybe over her face to sully that innocent expression she has. Make her as dirty as me.

Has she ever fucked anyone before? I doubt it. That will make it all the sweeter tonight. I will be her first.

Getting the corset over her tits isn’t easy. They move and shift and she has to shove them down to get them inside. With her nipples hidden, I can breathe a little easier. “What about panties?” she asks.

“You don’t need them,” I reply, moving behind her to lace up the corset. “Would spoil the line of the dress.” I am drawn to the shape of her neck as I brush her hair aside. I want to kiss it so badly the need is painful.

I tie her hair up. A stylist will attend to it at the church to make sure it is ready, but this will do for now. I move back in front of her and look at the ski slope of cleavage that sticks out from the corset.

“Perfect,” I say with a nod. “We are going to church soon and when we get there, I expect you to behave. Need I remind you what will happen if you don’t?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to do this.”

“Breakfast first. Whatever you wish.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“So be it. The priest can start early then. Let’s go.”

I walk upstairs, leaving her to follow me. Once we are out of the basement, Corrado is there, ready and waiting. My men will already be at the church, scoping the surrounding streets, making sure we’re safe.

I walk her outside, and Corrado opens the door of the limo for her to enter. She looks around her like she might call for help or run for it. I give her a sharp look.

The street has been cleared, ready for us, all pedestrians being turned away on each corner. No help is coming for her. She is mine alone. “You wouldn’t get far in those heels,” I tell her.

She climbs into the limo at last, looking on the verge of tears.

I climb in beside her and Monty, my wheelman, gets in the front. “See you at the church,” Corrado says before closing the door.

We set off on the short drive. By the time we come back to my house, I will be a married man.

11

Rose

Rose

Ican’t believe this is happening. The car makes its way through the city streets. I look out at the crowds, wishing I was one of them. Anonymous, forgotten, blending into the background. I would have given anything to be with them. To lose myself among them.

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