Taken for His Bride: An Arranged Marriage Dark Mafia Romance (The Torenti Family Book 2)

by Mae Doyle

  “I think that you’re healing up nicely, Hannah,” he tells me, slowly running his hands up and down my legs, gently squeezing and looking for knots. My muscles are a little cramped in my calves, and he gently massages them.

  I moan, closing my eyes and leaning back on my pillow. His hands are strong and hard on my muscles and it hurts a little, but more than that, it feels like heaven. Too quickly, he’s done, the knots worked out of my muscles.

  “Does that feel better, sweetheart?” His voice is so soft and tender and it blows my mind that this man was just telling me a few minutes earlier that he was willing to kill me if I threatened his family.

  “It does.” Without realizing what I’m doing, I lean over and snuggle into him. He’s so strong and the only thing right now that makes me feel safe. It’s ridiculous that I would turn to a killer for safety, but it also makes sense.

  I just wish I knew what I was supposed to do. I’d love to call my mom and talk to her, but there’s no way that she can know about everything that’s been going on. She’d try to back out of the agreement with the Torenti family, I just know it. And, according to Arlo, that wouldn’t end well for any of us.

  No, I have to do this.

  Besides, they probably already know. There’s no way that my dad hasn’t caught wind of me being kidnapped and tortured. The thought of him flipping out makes me smile a little. I want to be important to my family, but if I were, then they wouldn’t just sell me off into marriage.

  I keep telling myself that I have to marry Arlo while at the same time I ignore the voice in my head that tells me that I also want to do this. That’s insane, though, right? There’s no reason why I should want to be with a man who scares me, is forcing me to marry him, and kills people.

  “What about this weekend?” There’s no way I can walk down an aisle right now. I’ll do it. I promise, but I won’t do it now. Not when I look like shit.

  Arlo turns to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders so that I’m snugged tight against his body but can still look up at him. I do that, and I’m surprised when he kisses me.

  It’s gentle. I melt into him, shocked at how easily I could possibly want to be with this man.

  “We’ll wait. You stay here with me, Hannah, and we’ll be able to wait. Do you remember that we talked about this?”

  I shake my head.

  He sighs. “No, you were pretty shaken up when we talked before. Listen, Hannah, we’ll wait until you feel and look better, but for all intents and purposes, you’re mine. We’re married. You better get used to that, because it’s all about to be real. Until you’re tied to me officially in the eyes of the courts, you don’t leave this house, do you understand?”

  “I’m your prisoner?” I don’t like this one bit and I push away from him, planting my hands on his chest. His strong, wide chest. My fingers dig into his skin through his shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind.

  “You’re my fiancée, sweetheart. You’re the woman I’m going to marry, and you’re going to be the mother of my children, do you understand?”

  I do. “I think so.”

  “Good girl.” Before I can say anything else, he dips his head again, his lips landing on mine. Unlike a moment before, though, there’s nothing gentle in this kiss. It’s full of desire and longing, and I feel my core tighten and heat rise in me as he forces my mouth open and slips his tongue inside.

  I should push him away. I should, really, I should, but I can’t.

  I don’t want to.

  That thought creeps into my head, but I do my best to ignore it. I’ll deal with it later. Right now, all I want is Arlo. I want him to make me feel safe. I need him to protect me. I’ll give him anything he wants.

  Even if he wants all of me.

  Chapter 16

  Arlo

  This isn’t what I should be doing right now. I should be taking it easy with Hannah and making sure that I don’t accidentally hurt her any more than she’s already been hurt, but I can’t stop.

  There’s nothing right now that could possibly make me walk away from her right now. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything – or anyone – in my entire life, and walking away just isn’t an option.

  She’s fragile. Injured. I’m here to protect her, but I also don’t think that I’m going to be able to control myself very well. There’s just something about Hannah that brings out something in me that makes it impossible for me to stop.

  Her soft mouth opens under mine, and she moans. Even though I know that I should be careful with her, I can’t. I need to fill her and claim her for myself. The first time, that was just because we really wanted each other. But now we know who the other person is.

  Now we know what we’re going to end up meaning to each other.

  And I can’t help but remember what Pops had told me – that I need to get a baby in her as quickly as possible. It’s even more important now than it was before.

  A baby will tie her to the Torenti family.

  A baby will tie her to me.

  She reaches for me, her hands grabbing my shoulders as she pulls me down, and I crawl over her, gently lowering myself so that I’m pressing against her body. I know how easily I could hurt her.

  I don’t care.

  “Hannah,” I whisper, landing a line of hot kisses from her ear to her collarbone. She shivers under me, her skin lighting on fire as I work my way down her body. Her clothes are nothing but a nuisance, and I help her sit up long enough to allow me to pull them off and toss them on the floor.

  Mine come next, and I suck in a breath as she traces her fingers across my stomach, down my V. She knows what I’m going to do to her. She already knows how hard I’m going to make her cum.

  Pushing her back, I help her settle on the pillows in my bed. As much as I want to see her sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock and pound into her until I come down her throat, I need to take it easy with her today.

  We have a lifetime together and I’ll be able to fuck her like that whenever I want to. Today I need to be more gentle. Today I need to show her just how glad I am that she’s okay.

  She’s a mess of bruises and abrasions. There are deep cuts along her legs and even on her hips. Anger flares in me as I think about what those bastards did to her, but I have to remind myself that it’s done.

  I won’t ever let her get hurt like that again.

  As I kiss down her body, I carefully trace my fingers over her bruises. She squirms under my touch and I hear her breathing begin to speed up.

  Good. At the rate I’m going, I’m about to burst. My cock is throbbing and dripping to be in her. Shifting, I readjust myself so that I’m angled between her legs, ready to take her whenever she asks.

  Because she’s going to ask. I want to hear her cry out because she needs to feel my cock in her so badly. She’s going to understand what it’s like to need my cock to survive. I have all the time in the world.

  “How are you, sweetheart?” I ask her, glancing up at her face.

  Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her hair is spread out around her and her bright blue eyes flutter open when I talk to her, but she has a hard time focusing on me. That could be because of the line of kisses I just planted down her body, but I bet it’s because I just slipped a finger into her tight little cunt.

  “Arlo,” she whispers back, but she can’t get another word out.

  I pump my fingers into her, curving them to hit the bundle of sensitive nerves on her front wall. As soon as I do, she arches her back and twists my sheets in her fists. I stare at her, enjoying the way her body undulates under my touch.

  Just one finger.

  I can’t wait to get my cock in her, but not yet. Not until she knows that she can’t live without me cumming inside of her.

  Slowly I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking it until it turns into a hard peak. She’s so sore and so sensitive that she cries out when I do, but she doesn’t ask me to stop. Her hand wraps in my hair and I wait for her to pull me away, but she
just forces me harder into her chest, filling my mouth with her delicious tit.

  My sweetheart likes it a little rough. I nip around her sensitive point and then slip another finger into her, pounding harder into her greedy cunt. Her body is so sensitive and sore that I know it’s not going to take long for her to cum.

  I’m right.

  When I feel her body start to stiffen, I moan and reach down to grab my cock. Holy fuck, I want to be in her. I want to fuck Hannah until she forgets about all of the shit that she’s gone through and make her concentrate on the fact that she’s mine now and that nothing can change that.

  But I don’t get the chance. She digs her nails into my arm and her mouth falls open. I watch, my cock throbbing, as her eyes roll back and she arches so hard that her back leaves the bed.

  Her tight pussy muscles clamp down on my fingers, making it impossible for me to thrust into her any longer, but I keep stroking, hitting that bundle of nerves, making sure that I’m taking her as far as she can go.

  After what she’s been through, Hannah deserves all of the pleasure in the world, and I’m going to give it to her.

  “Come on, Hannah,” I whisper before I clamp back down on her nipple. She screams and I feel her body release under me. It comes in waves and she shudders and shakes, gripping me tighter then before. I’m going to have fucking fingernail cuts in my skin, but I don’t give a shit.

  It’s all worth it for her.

  Her juices drench my hand, and when she finally stills, I slip my fingers from her and lick them. I need to taste her, and fuck, she tastes good.

  Hannah’s eyes spring open as I lick my fingers and she immediately blushes.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I ask her, leaning down to give her a kiss. She relaxes under me and I force her mouth open. My girl needs to know just how amazing she tastes. She’s incredible, sweet and delicious, and I want her to see what keeps me coming back for more.

  “That was…” she begins, but then she pauses. “I mean, you didn’t get to cum though?”

  I laugh and slip down between her legs, grabbing her knees and pushing them up so that her sweet cunt is spread out before me. There’s nothing else I want to see right now and nowhere else that I want to be. She has a perfect cunt and I want to bury myself in her.

  My cock strains for her, but I dip my head instead, licking up her core. She shivers under my tongue and I swirl around her clit. It’s engorged and when I slip my tongue into her cunt, I reach up and pinch it between my fingers, rolling it a little.

  A sound rolls out of her at the same time, and I feel my balls tighten. She continues to moan as I lap and suck at her, drinking all of her juice off of her sweet cunt as she writhes and twists under me.

  Without thinking, I slip fingers into her and start to fuck her again, rolling my tongue over her clit and flicking it until she cries out.

  “Arlo,” she begs, panting hard as she struggles to sit up, “I need you. I want you in me. Please.”

  That’s all I needed to hear from my sweetheart. Immediately, I center myself between her legs and grab her hips to hold her in place. She’s a squirmy one, and I realize that it’s probably because she’s so sore from being attacked.

  I don’t care. I know that I should go easy on her, but there’s no way that I can stop myself from pounding straight into her perfect little cunt. I don’t give her body time to adjust this time, I just slam into her, thrusting deep up to the hilt as she cries out under me.

  Fuck, she’s perfect. It’s like her delicious little pussy was made just for me and my cock. I throb in her and I pause for a moment to focus on what I’m doing. She’s so perfect and tight that I know I could cum right away, but I’m going to take her with me.

  Hannah deserves all the pleasure in the world after what she’s been through, even if it means that I have to slow down a little and focus on her. It’s not something that I’m used to doing, but I’ll do it.

  For her.

  Everything for her.

  She’s not a virgin anymore, but that doesn’t mean that she’s any less tight than she was. She gasps and reaches for me as I pull out and then thrust back in, slamming deep into her perfect cunt. My balls are tight and threatening to draw up close to my body.

  I feel the base of my spine tingle.

  Not yet.

  “How’s that, Hannah?” I ask, slamming into her again. I find my rhythm and she joins me, her body rocking in time as I slip in and out of her over and over. It’s hard to find a good place to hold her and hold her to the bed. She’s so covered with bruises that I can’t grab her hips like I want to.

  I settle with holding onto her upper thighs, careful not to grab any of the cuts there. As I fuck her, her eyes fly open and settle on me.

  She’s totally at peace. Every part of her body has to be screaming and in pain after what she’s gone though, but you wouldn’t know it looking at her.

  Without thinking, I reach down and pinch her nipple, rolling it hard in my fingers. She closes her eyes and cries out in pain, reaching for me.

  Not yet. I want to pull every ounce of pleasure from Hannah that I can. She’s not going to get out of this that easy, even though I can’t wait to feel her cumming around my cock.

  “Arlo,” she whimpers, biting her lower lip. When I don’t lean down to her, she grabs the sheets, twisting them hard, and bites down on them. She needs something to ground her because she knows that I’m going to take her where she needs to be.

  She knows that she’s about to shatter under me and lose control.

  “Look at me, Hannah,” I command her. It takes her a moment, but she looks at me again, her eyes locking on mine. She’s desperate for release, practically begging me with her eyes. “You understand that I’m the only one to ever fuck you?”

  She nods and a whimper escapes her as I slip in and out of her tight cunt. Fuck, she’s perfect.

  “You want something, you come to me. You understand?”

  Again, she nods.

  “I’m going to keep you safe.”

  “Yes.” The word is a prayer on her lips and I slam back into her, forcing all of the air out of her body.

  “And you’re going to give me a baby.” I know that she is. I can feel it in her. She’s broken and tormented, but I’m putting new life into her and there’s nothing that she can do to stop that.

  She opens her mouth to say something, but I don’t care what it is. It doesn’t matter what she could say. I’m going to fuck her every day until I get a baby in her. She’s mine, and making her have my child is the best way to ensure that she’s safe and that nobody tries to hurt her again.

  When I reach down between her legs, I press roughly on her clit with my thumb. Her eyes roll back and her mouth falls slack again. I’m tearing the orgasm from her, no matter if she thought that she could stay grounded or not.

  I feel her muscles tighten around my cock as she starts to come. She’s going to milk me dry, and the thought makes me explode in her. There’s no holding back any longer. I coat her with my seed, grunting and slamming as deep as possible into her.

  Her greedy pussy sucks at me as I try to pull out for another thrust. Her tight muscles are clamped onto me, keeping me from moving, and I settle with rocking deeper into her.

  “Arlo!” She screams, her body giving itself over to me completely. I can feel all of the muscles in her body tightening at the same time as she falls apart around me. Her fingers are twisted into the sheets and she has her eyes clamped tight.

  There’s a flush of red on her chest between her perfect tits, and my eyes land there as I watch her cum.

  I swear, there’s nothing more incredible than watching a broad fall over the edge. I did this to her and there’s no way that she can come back from it.

  When she finished, I pull out of her, still dripping, and lay down next to her, tucking my arm around her and snuggling her into my chest.

  Her heart is racing in her chest and I want until it slows to speak to her.
I need her to be completely in control of her body while we talk. I need her to listen.

  “You need to get pregnant, Hannah,” I tell her, ignoring the way her body stiffens a little at my words. “You want to stay safe? Be a good part of the Torenti family? Then I need a child. Lots of children. I want to see you swollen, my seed in you.”

  My hand is on her stomach and I splay my fingers, imagining what it will be like to see her ripe with my child.

  “Why?” Her voice is quiet and scared, but it makes me chuckle.

  “Because you’re mine.”

  Chapter 17

  Hannah

  It’s too easy to lose track of time here. Arlo’s been working from home, which means that he’s on the phone a lot on the front porch, but when he’s not talking to someone about the business, he’s pretty focused on me.

  I’ve been spending as much time in bed as I can, either asleep or with him between my legs.

  It’s embarrassing to think that I could have gone from a virgin to someone who wants his cock so badly all the time, but it’s true. I had no idea what I was missing out on when I met Arlo.

  Today, though, I got out of bed and showered on my own while he was on a call. My body is still aching and bruised, but most of the bruises have faded some. I don’t look like I was in a terrible accident any longer, and I can actually cover up most of the bruises with a long t-shirt and jeans, which makes me look like a real person.

  It’s going to be a surprise for him to see me out of bed without his help, and I pad quietly down the hall. He’s in the living room, I just heard him have a seat on the sofa, which means he’ll see me as soon as I peek in the door.

  Pausing a moment, I wait while my heart stops racing. It doesn’t make any sense that I would still be so twisted up when talking to him. There’s just something about Arlo that makes me nervous, even though I’ve been living with him for…