Page 98 of Runaway in the Mafia
She clutched her locket on autopilot as if I would yank it off her again. “Leave my dad out of it.”
“With pleasure,” I muttered and concentrated on not crashing the car against the nearest tree.
She always wanted something else that wasn’t us. This wasn’t normal to her. And I said fuck normal. I wanted this. This was special.
She’d accelerated my fury. My hands trembled on the gearshift. My molars were clenched so tightly that if I were in any sane mind, I would fear they would break.
The drive flew by. At the speed I raced, it was no surprise. I brought the car to a stop with a screech and a burst of hot smoke in my driveway. Storming out of the car, I yanked her out in the next breath. There was a furious pounding in my neck, my head, my chest. My nerves scattered all over my driveway, because a cold realisation had seeped in. One I had gone looking for, like a moron.
I pushed her inside the door. It hadn’t even slammed shut before I had her pinned to the wall.
“A little impatient, are we?” she muttered, but the desire shining in her eyes belied her tone. That was the only thing I wassure she wanted. From me. My dick inside her. Probably because her limp dick ex couldn’t do it. But the rest of me she didn’t want. She didn’t want her family to meet me, she didn’t want me to take her home. Fuck, she didn’t want to marry me.
“Shut up. Stop pretending you don’t want my dick inside you.”
Anger and desire warred within her eyes. Mine probably raged with murder. I shoved her saree up and yanked her lace to the side. She hooked her legs around me and a second later, I was unzipped and free. I fetched my aching cock in my hand and buried it one thick inch at a time inside her. I hissed. She groaned. She was so fucking tight. Her pussy clenched around my dick. Pulled it in deeper. I followed and buried myself to the hilt. Our heated breaths fumed. The air was tight between us. This was the only time she didn’t hide anything from me. The only time I got to see her naked, read her inner thoughts. Her hands wrapped round my neck, and she pulled me in for a kiss. I was still too fucking angry and pushed her off me. “Show me your tits,” I seethed my anger in a demand.
I was angry, and I wanted her to know it. She shoved the tail of her saree down and unbuttoned the front clasp of her tiny top. It hit the floor, and I went feral for the view. Her naked tits. Swollen. Needy. Fabric bunched up between her hips and her chest. My cock inside her. She was wrapped in secrets. The only thing I could yank away was the fabric on her body. I pounded into her like a wild animal. My rage built up my lust. She didn’t give in either. Her nails crawled on my chest. Sent the buttons on my vest and shirt flying. I didn’t even know who came first or if we did it together. I zoned out. My balls grew twice in size and tightened. My dick thickened inside her and I was done. Exhausted.
I’d been thinking all along that if I married her, she’d fucking stay. Now I knew there wasn’t anything that I could tie her down with that she thought was worth remaining for.
Sweat coated my back as I nuzzled into her neck. She was still breathing heavily, her pulse thudded to a million beats. It pained me that these were the only times she was ever really close to me. I didn’t want to pull out, didn’t want to let go of this intimacy, but she was already shifting.No.I was never letting her go. I wrapped my arms around her and started to move.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you up.”
“I can walk, you know.”
Or run.I ignored her, carried her up, and dropped her onto my bed. She was perfect. Made to be buried in my silk sheets. She crawled away from me. I followed her hungrily.Fuck it. I felt it. She was pulling me in. She was quicksand, and I was the victim on dry land. Knowing it didn’t stop me from sinking in.
AHANA
“Hey Bhagwan.”I rolled out from underneath him and fell on the floor before scrambling back to my feet.
His hand branded my pulse and yanked me to him. With a lazy head roll, he growled at me, “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“I need a shower.”
“Later.”
I landed on his bed. I had barely entered his house before I got railed against the wall, and now this. Frustration ran throughme. “This is not the way a wedding night is supposed to be,” I huffed.
He went stone still. “How does it happen?” His tone was deadly.
“Well, for one thing, I’m still dressed when I come into the room. I have to bring a glass of milk with turmeric, and everything should happen gently.”
I couldn’t figure out what’s set him off. He was furious. He practically vibrated with it. “Is that how it happened with your limp dick husband?”
Shit.My mouth went dry.
He shoved me off the bed, and I landed on the floor. It wasn’t hard, but it still made my ass burn. “Go then. Go and take your shower. Get dressed. Bring that fucking milk.”
I got up. “I didn’t mean li—”
His tone was silky smooth when he broke in. His gaze shut off. Cold. “Take. That. Shower. Now. Ahana.”
I didn’t wait a second longer. I ran to what I assumed must be his bathroom, closed the door, and sank to the floor.
