Dark Desire (Famiglia Book 1)

by A. J. Daniels

  She moans, wiggling her ass against me and I groan, my fingers digging into her hip hard enough that I may have just left finger-shaped bruises on her skin, halting her movements. When she stills, I loosen the grip on her hip and move to palm her pussy.

  “Answer me,” I hiss at the same time I plunge a finger inside her wet heat.

  “Oh, God, yes! I want –”

  “Be sure of what you’re asking of me, Mia Bella,” I warn, adding a second then third finger to the assault, curling them and finding her g-spot.

  “Please,” she begs. “Make me forget, Braxton. I need you.”

  Those three little words are enough to make me snap, to give her exactly what she wants, what she’s been begging for.

  I need you.

  I release my grip around her throat, move her ash blonde hair over her shoulder with one of my hands while the other continues its rhythmic thrusts in and out of her pussy.

  “Lean forward and place your hands on the headboard. Do not let go, Klara. If you let go, it’ll get worse. Understand?”

  She nods, doing exactly what I’ve asked of her.

  “Good. What’s your safe word?”

  “Kitten,” she moans, grinding her hips against my hand seeking more friction, but I don’t allow her to find it.

  “Good girl. Now, open your mouth.” Removing my fingers from her pussy, I bring them to her mouth and watch as she licks around them, pulling them in and sucking my fingers clean of her juices. Klara’s eyes close on a moan and my cock twitches behind the zipper of my pants. Her hands never once leaving their hold on the headboard.

  She releases my fingers from her mouth with a pop. I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger and crash my mouth down on hers. Tasting her arousal on her tongue. Fuck me, but she tastes incredible. Sweet. I nip at her bottom lip hard enough to cause her to whimper.

  “Last time I’m going to ask, little one. Are you sure?”

  She gulps, a flash of uncertainty in her eyes, but then it’s gone, and she nods.

  I move to stand at the foot of the bed, admiring her spread for me. Her plump ass offered up to me do it with as I please. I press a palm to the raging hard on behind my zipper and let out a slow breath.

  Klara has allowed me to introduce her to new heights, new toys in the past. Before she was taken from me. But this, this was going to be different. What I let her see before was only a fraction of what I was capable of. I never allowed myself to fully let go with her in the bedroom, but I couldn’t deny her now. Not when she looked me in the eyes and begged for it.

  Sweet Jesus, she had begged for it. Begged me to get violent. To mark her.

  A low growl rumbles up my throat when Klara pushes that ass further into my palms as I run them up and down each cheek.

  “Going to mark this beautiful skin, Klara. Going to mark it so good you won’t be able to sit for a week without thinking of me.”

  “Ah,” she groans when I sink my teeth into the globe of her ass.

  Reaching down next to me, I grip the cool leather in my hand and resume my stance at the foot of the bed. “Remember that safe word, baby,” I reiterate again.

  “Please, Brax…ah!” she cries out when the leather hits her skin, instantly turning it red. I run a soothing hand over the angry skin, but then my dirty girl begs for more.

  Smack!

  The leather of the flogger turns more of her skin a supple red.

  Smack!

  Smack!

  Klara moans, the evidence of her arousal running down her inner thighs. My cock jumps and strains against its confines. I’m not ready for it to come out and play yet so it’ll just have to wait a little longer before we’re balls deep inside her.

  Walking over to the far wall, I slide open the wooden drawer and locate the object I’m looking for as well as a bottle of lube. For what I have planned next, we’re going to need it.

  “Grip that headboard, baby,” I rasp, leaning down on my haunches so I’m eye level with the part of her body I’m eager to play with.

  Klara hisses when the cold liquid hits the sensitive skin of her ass, then lets out the sexiest moan when I spread the lube around her tight hole.

  “You going to give me all of you, Mia Bella?”

  She shivers when my breath glides over her skin. “Yes,” she sighs.

  “Take a deep breath and relax. Let me in, baby.”

  She instinctively pushes against me when I slide a finger past the tight ring of muscle. Klara immediately exhales when my finger is fully seated in her ass, and as a reward I smooth my palm over her ass cheek.

  When she relaxes enough and gets used to one finger, I insert another, and another. My cock jumps at the sight of her tight hole taking three of my fingers, and I bite back a groan.

  “Ah, fuck! Brax…I need…I need more.”

  I grin, withdrawing my fingers. I slick up the toy with lube and add a bit more to her hole. Without warning, I push the head of the dome-shaped toy past the ring of muscle. Klara groans until it’s fully seated except for the base.

  I crawl up behind her, trailing kisses along her spine as I go. I circle her clit with the hand that wasn’t just deep inside her ass and Klara shudders.

  “Can’t wait anymore, Mia Bella. Going to fuck you hard now,” I growl close to her ear, my fingers leaving her clit to undo my belt and unzip my pants. In one fluid motion, I line up the head of my cock at her entrance and thrust in. Klara’s head falls back against my shoulder as she screams out.

  “Fuck. So tight, baby,” I grunt, pumping in slow, languid stokes, giving her a few seconds to get used to my length again. But a few seconds is all I give her before my hand curls around her throat again, forcing her to lean up and back into me slightly.

  And then I let her have exactly what she asked me for.

  I fuck her. Hard. Never giving her a reprieve.

  She mewls causing me to thrust harder. Fuck, it’s almost violent now.

  “You like that, baby? Your pussy’s taking a beating.”

  “Oh, fuck! Oh, god!”

  I chuckle. “No, baby. It’s all me. When you come all over my cock, you’re going to scream my name and only my name. Understand?”

  “Yes! Fuck, yes!” she pants.

  I grip her chin between my fingers, forcing her head back to me and devour her mouth at the same time my fingers find her clit, the walls of her pussy clenching around my cock making stars dance behind my closed lids.

  “That’s it. Come for me, baby. Scream my name.”

  I slightly change the angle of my hips and thrust. In and out. In and out.

  With a butt plug in her tight hole, my cock in her pussy, my fingers against her clit, and my tongue in her mouth, Klara squeezes around me, and then her whole body shudders as her orgasm rushes through her.

  “Oh, fuck! Braxton!”

  When she starts coming down from her orgasm, I withdraw and replace the butt plug with my cock. Klara stiffens at first when the head of my cock starts pushing past the ring of muscle but relaxes again when my fingers continue rubbing her clit.

  Tiny shudders still shake her body from her recent high, but I can’t wait. I want this part of her. I need this part of her. I want to see my come drip out of this tight hole.

  Klara moans when I push all the way in. My hold around her throat falling away, instead choosing to wrap her long hair around my fist and tug forcing her back to arch even more.

  “Whose ass is this?”

  “Yours,” she groans as I continue my bruising assault. Klara’s moans and pants get louder the faster I pump into her tight ass. And then a second orgasm crashes through her as she screams my name.

  “Damn right it’s mine,” I grunt, and follow with my own release.

  We collapse in a sweat heap in the middle of the bed, Klara snuggles into me and my arm automatically goes around her to bring her closer. I don’t fucking cuddle. Never have. But with her, I’d do damn near just about anything.

  “UM. BRAXTON?” KLA
RA asks, propped up by an elbow on the bed, watching as I pull on a clean pair of pants. It’s been two weeks since the night she showed up in my office and I thank god for that. The light has slowly started coming back in her eyes, and with every passing day she’s looking more and more like the Klara I started falling in love with.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “Why do you have Victoria tattooed on your ass in a heart?”

  I curse, forgetting I even had that damn tattoo. “Klara Victoria Blouin,” I say, like that answers her question as to why I got the damn thing.

  “You got my middle name tattooed on your ass?”

  I run a hand over my face and sigh. “I was drunk. Never did know how to handle my bourbon. It was a spur of the moment decision that Antonio tried to talk me out of, but I may have threatened to cut off a limb.” I shrug, turning back to face her. “I don’t exactly remember what was threatened.”

  Klara giggles and it’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

  “I can’t believe you have my name tattooed to your ass.”

  “An ass that now belongs to you, Mia Bella.” I grin over at her after I push my arms through a clean dress shirt.

  “Damn straight it does.”

  Klara slips out of bed, the satin sheet sliding down to reveal her very naked body to my view, and I groan wishing like all hell that I could spend the day exploring that body. Especially when she reaches up to fix my tie and her breasts push against my chest.

  “You going to be waiting for me when I get home?” I ask, placing kisses along her jaw, at the corner of her mouth.

  “You can’t get rid of me that easily, De Luca.”

  ***

  (Klara)

  The doorbell rings while I’m in the middle of preparing Braxton’s favorite meal for dinner. His mother may have let it slip that he’s sucker for a good homemade mac and cheese with real bacon pieces crumbled throughout. She offered to lend me her recipe but lucky for me, it was my specialty so I already my own ready to go.

  Covered in flour and cheese sauce I hurry to get the door since Pete is with Braxton at the office downtown and I haven’t seen Alessandro or Antonio all day, not like those two would answer the door even if they were here.

  A tall, brunette stands on the other side, her body tightly encased in a black dress. I’m almost afraid that if she breathes, the seams on the dress will give and rip apart.

  “Can I help you?” I ask tipping my head to the side.

  A smirk forms on her lips as her darks eyes take me in from head to toe. “When did Braxton get a cook? Did mommy dearest finally decide to stop babying him?”

  I start to answer but she cuts me off with a wave of her hand so I clamp my mouth shut and raise an eyebrow.

  “It doesn’t matter. Is Braxton home?”

  “And who are you exactly?” I plant myself firmly between her and the entrance way, crossing my arms under my chest.

  “I’m Amanda. His ex-fiancée. Well, hopefully soon-to-be fiancée again. Now, run along and tell your boss that I’m here.” She shoos me.

  My grin grows as I realize that this was the bitch Braxton told me about last night after hours of lovemaking. His ex-fiancée who left him for his cousin right before they were supposed to get married. Who the fuck does that? Okay, I admit it wasn’t the greatest conversation to have while lying naked and entangled together, but he felt like he needed to be honest with me about his past. He also told me about the little visit he paid to his cousin’s club and his run-in with Amanda. In a way, I’m glad she left him because if she hadn’t then he wouldn’t be mine and there’s no way in hell I’m giving him up without a fight this time. I was all too willing to walk away from him when he pushed me away before, but not this time. I’d happily fight the bitch if she thinks she can waltz back into his life and reclaim her position.

  Little frown lines appear on her forehead when she realizes that I’m not moving and have no intention to move. “Why aren’t you going to tell him I’m here?” It’s almost comical the way she’s pouting. Like she hasn’t quite grown up from her teenage years.

  ‘Because I doubt my husband would be interested to know that some slut who is just after his money is on his front step.” Okay, so Braxton wasn’t my husband, and we haven’t discussed that topic yet, but she doesn’t know that and I’m trying everything in my power to not bitch slap her right now.

  “Klara, who’s at the door?” Alessandro’s heavy footfalls sound behind me. Ah, so they are in the house.

  “Nobody important,” I call over my shoulder, but then I didn’t need to because he’s right behind me in the next second.

  Amanda’s mouth gapes open as she takes in how comfortable I am around Braxton’s second-in-command, but she recovers quickly and I’ll give her credit for that. “Alex, who is this girl?” she says, motioning toward me.

  Alessandro grins, looking down at me and placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Klara is Braxton’s wife,” he reiterates my earlier claim.

  Is it bad that I’m getting a kick out of watching her visibly squirm in her designer heels that are way too high? No? Okay. Just checking.

  “Well, can you just tell him that I came by?”

  This bitch just doesn’t give up. I grip the edge of the door in my hand, slowly pulling it closed but stop when she’s barely visible. “Not likely. Braxton will no longer be needing your services.”

  “He’s a dead man if my husband ever gets his hands on him,” she yells through the crack, and I laugh, because it’s either that or cry at the mention of Dante.

  “Not if mine catches him first,” I bite back, slamming the door in her face and immediately leaning my back against the painted wood.

  “You handled that well, baby girl,” Alessandro hands me a glass of wine, bless him, and then retreats back to the living room with me hot on his heels.

  After putting the mac and cheese in the oven, I take the seat next to Antonio and snuggle in with my caramel filled chocolates and heated blanket as Alessandro starts the first movie of the night. Since they pulled me and the countless other women from that building, I’ve spent a lot of time with the two of them. So much so that they’ve become like family to me in the span of only a few days. But I think they can tell that I’m still a little wary of their friendship, since Gio was starting to feel like a friend too before he did what he did.

  This thing between the three of us feels different though. More family than friend. I can see us getting a lot closer in the coming months, especially if Braxton and I decide to see this relationship through.

  MY BREATH HITCHES when Braxton emerges from the bathroom of our resort room. Jeans slung low on his hips, drops of water still cascading down his chiseled abs from his shower. This is the first time I’m seeing him in something other than a clean, crisp suit and I like. So much so that I may be drooling… just a bit.

  I still can’t believe this man is mine. After two years of playing his own game of catch and release he’s finally mine.

  “Mia Bella, keep looking at me like that and we’ll never leave this room.”

  Grinning, I peel the blankets away slowly revealing my naked body. “Would that be so bad?” I lean back against the headboard, a hand trailing down my middle to the apex of my thighs. “We’re here for two weeks, we could go exploring tomorrow… or the next day, or the day after that…”

  Braxton’s eyes heat, a growl reverberating through his chest when my fingers find my clit and my back arches. My eyes close on a moan as I thrust a finger into my wet heat. Strong hands grip my knees, forcing my legs apart and then Braxton’s mouth is on me. His tongue licking up my slit when my hand falls away to tangle in his hair.

  After all the shit we’ve been through over the last two years, Braxton whisked me away to Playa Del Carmen, Mexico, where we could do jack shit except for lie on the beach soaking up the sun, drinking tropical drinks all day long. Everything was included in our stay so there was no need to leave the resort if we didn�
��t want to. And I didn’t want to. I planned to get very acquainted with Braxton’s body over the next two weeks while working on my tan in between. He had a couple tattoos that I was looking forward to tracing with my tongue, and I’m not just talking about the one on his ass.

  “Ah, fuck!” I groan, my fingers tightening around his hair as I grind down on his mouth.

  “That’s it, Klara. Come on my tongue.”

  Something inside me coils tight and then snaps sending shudders up my body. I let go of his head and try to buck away from his mouth when his tongue continues its assault on my sensitive clit.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing up my body.

  My legs automatically wrap around his waist when his body covers mine and he slides inside, filling me to the hilt. Braxton kisses my forehead, each of my closed eyes, my nose, the corners of my mouth, my lips parting in invitation.

  “I love you, Mia Bella.”

  My body stills, his words taking me by surprise. I knew Braxton loved me. Everything about his actions told me he’s loved me for a long time, despite his attempts to trample it down. But this is only the second time I’m hearing him say the words. Braxton runs his nose up the curve of my neck, breathing me in when my arms wrap securely around his shoulders holding him to me.

  “I love you, Brax.” The words leave me on a moan as Braxton takes us both over the edge.

  ***

  “You have to try this.” I push the paper plate into his hands, holding up a fork to his lips with the chocolatey goodness.

  “What is it?” Braxton eyes the fork skeptically over the frame of his mirrored aviator sunglasses.

  My jaw drops, eyes rounding in shock. “Have you not had a crepe before?”

  “Can’t say that I have. What is it?” Placing a hand on my lower back Braxton steers us toward the main building of the resort, and one of the many VIP only bars while I try to walk and eat without getting any chocolate on my white tank top.