Subduing my Queen: An Arranged Marriage Dark Mafia Romance (The Underworld Book 3)

by Jolie Damman

  “You are infertile,” she said, stating the obvious.

  I nodded, admitting the one thing that hurt me the most. “Yeah, I am. We are never going to have children of our own.”

  Elsa and I had grown closer together, so when she walked over to me and appeared to be concerned about what she learned, I wasn’t surprised. What shocked me, though, was Elsa suddenly finding my hand and holding in in hers.

  “I’m sorry, Eduardo.”

  “You shouldn’t. It happened because I deserved it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I looked into her eyes. “Do you have any idea the sort of thing I had to do to make it into the Mafia?”

  She shook her head. “I had to kill my own uncle. Making me infertile was God’s way of punishing me.”

  She gasped, but not before covering her mouth, her eyes bulging. “I’m sorry, Eduardo. I had no idea…”

  “Yeah, you didn’t, and don’t be so apologetic right now.”

  She squeezed my hand. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be a father.”

  “What, you mean that I should adopt a kid? I don’t think Romano would like that. He will die soon. Maybe he will even… die in that war that I’m helping him with, but I can’t let him know about my infertility. I can’t let him find out I won’t ever be able to make you pregnant.”

  And Jesus, just talking about that sort of thing right now was terrible. It felt fake and forced, and Elsa here shouldn’t be having this conversation with me.

  I put my hand on her back and began to guide her out of the room. “Elsa, leave me alone for a bit. I need to get something here, and then I will head out again.”

  But she stopped, and put her hand on my chest. “Don’t do this to yourself. You are thinking you can ignore it, but you need to overcome it.”

  “And how do you propose I do that? I can’t make myself fertile.”

  Her eyes studied me, and I felt something in her change, as if she had finally found something she had been trying to find for a long time.

  “With this,” she said before kissing me all of a sudden, making my heart jump.

  Elsa

  The kiss didn’t last long. Just enough to make him understand one very important thing his eyes couldn’t see. I didn’t realize it until now, but that little thing about him - which wasn’t little at all - made me see the truth.

  Eduardo was never like the other Mafia goons. I once thought he was, but even though he was rude and aggressive to me a couple of times the first few days after we got here, he stopped being so. He changed, and all because he realized he needed to be someone else for me.

  I fell in love with him. I once told myself I would never allow such a thing to happen again, but here I was, about to do the one thing I never thought I would ever do.

  I gave his beautiful lips another pair of kisses, and then we began to make out. This moment was the culmination of everything that we had been waiting for. All the tension, the love, and everything else being released.

  ✽ ✽ ✽

  Time passed since then, and he and I grew closer together. He told me, or ended up having to, the only thing he thought he could never share with me.

  I had one thing I also needed to tell him, and that was something that hurt me so much. Even now, holding her photo in my hand, I was thinking I shouldn’t do this.

  Eduardo was in my bedroom, and despite the sun and the cloudless sky outside, he could feel how much this moment meant to me. I hadn’t talked about this in a long time - years, even.

  His hand looked for mine, and his eyes looked into me. “It’s alright, Elsa. You don’t have to tell me about this if you don’t have to.”

  “But I do.”

  I did need to tell him because it was the one thing that I hadn’t told him about yet. My deepest secret. The thing I kept away from him, from everyone. The death of my baby daughter, and what this moment meant to me.

  I wasn’t over her death yet. How could I ever be? But this moment right now was me finally putting behind the thing that almost killed me. Regina wasn’t with me anymore. I was here, and I was beginning a new chapter of my life.

  His hand squeezed mine a bit, and he said, “I want to know this.”

  I showed him the photo, and said, “This was my baby girl. She was killed during a shootout between Mafia gangs. Ever since then, the only thing I’ve ever wanted for my life was to begin anew. I don’t want to live with the Mafia anymore.”

  “You know that won’t be possible if you marry me, right?”

  I nodded. “I know you are different. You will keep me protected. My husband also died, but he wasn’t like you. I know you can keep me safe.”

  I was crying, tears rolling down my cheeks. Noticing what I needed, Eduardo pulled me to him and made me bury my head on his wide, comfortable chest. He wore his white suit shirt, and I could feel his warmth, smell his cologne, and remember how much I wished him to complete my life.

  I pulled away from him after staying like that for minutes, my tears now drying up. Just hugging him and his presence were enough to calm me down. I looked into his eyes once more, and found only what I had known for some time since coming here.

  This man was the right one for me. We had some obstacles, and in no way I thought we would have an easy life, but with him, I knew I would be kept safe, and we could even continue to live here in Chicago.

  I would continue to be part of the Mafia, but that was alright. I was over trying to begin anew anyway. And I was thinking I had already found the new life I needed. I thought I already had it. With him, and no one else.

  “I’m glad you’ve told me about this. I can see it means a lot to you.”

  Using the back of my hand, I wiped what was left of my tears. My eyes felt so heavy, as if they were burning. I chuckled, and put down one of the many photos I had of my baby girl. I thought about burning them once - the only way to forget about her once and for all - but decided not to.

  Now that I was thinking about it, I was glad I made that decision.

  His hand looked for my chin, and he tilted my head up. “Elsa, you’ve got nothing to hide from me, and ever since we met, I knew you were a special woman. I just didn’t think you were this wonderful. Know what? I think they were right all along about this marriage.”

  I chuckled, not even knowing what to tell him right now. This moment was everything to me, and Eduardo here had just become much more than the man of my life.

  I looked into his eyes, finding not only the certainty in them that this moment meant everything for him, but also that he was expecting me to tell him one little, but important thing he was waiting for.

  I kissed his bottom lip, and said, “Marry me, Eduardo.”

  He gave me a tight-lipped smile, and then said, “As you wish, my Queen.”

  And we kissed. As we did so, I thought of nothing more than already making the marriage happen right here and now. The only thing we needed to make our life whole. I knew he would never be able to make me pregnant, and to be frank, I was okay with that. I wasn’t sure I wanted another baby. Regina’s memories still hurt me so much.

  I kissed him some more, and then began to undress him, first taking off his shirt. His torso appearing in front of me, his lines filling my vision. I bit my bottom lip. I hadn’t felt like this in such a long time.

  I ran my hands on his abs, on his pectorals, and felt his torso and arms. He was so muscular, and I also couldn’t help but notice his scars. Battle, attention-drawing scars that made me remember this was no normal man. No, this was Eduardo, and he was the second-hand of one of the most important Italian Mafia bosses in the world.

  I slid my hand down, Eduardo undisturbed the whole time. I found his belt, unbuckled it, and then took it off, my hand opening to let it fall down. I worked to tug his pants down, and then, before me, stood the most perfectly built man I had seen in my life.

  I kissed his body, driving him crazier for me. He tilted his head, and whispered into my ear, “You a
re everything to me.”

  This wasn’t sudden. We had been building to this moment for a long time now. His mission here was going well, and he was helping the Mafia back in Milan a lot. Everything was going according to his plans, including this very moment.

  He made me his. I was his Queen now, and soon, I would be running Milan with him. Well, maybe not running it like being an active part of his operations, but still helping him a lot. I would keep him company. Eduardo was never going to need anyone else in his life.

  His hands took off my shirt, and he then unhooked my bra. He took it off me, and let it fall off his hand. I kissed him again, feeling his whole body react to it. He was breathing so slow right now, and despite the clear sky and hot sun outside, they didn’t make this moment any less than what it was.

  Eduardo fumbled with my breasts, making me arch my back. He knew how to hit the right spots, how to make me go wild for him. I threw my head back, my hair flying, and his lips now kissing the front and the crook of my neck.

  His hands slid down, and he felt my naked body, his presence all over mine, insatiable. If there was one word to describe him now, it was that one.

  I felt my whole body losing its strength, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. One thing I just remembered about him. We were 7 years apart, and he had so much experience it exhaled off him.

  I felt his cologne. It was so much like him, and it filled my nostrils. I kissed his pectorals, played with his nipples, and felt them harden under the touch of my lips.

  His hands worked fast, and he took off my skirt so quickly I didn’t see it happening. All I felt was the air suddenly rushing in, brushing my skin, and making me open my eyes well-wide. I was almost frightened of him, but then I met his dark, confident eyes, and I knew there was nothing to be scared of.

  He hugged me, driving me so crazy for him. I thought more and more about this moment, when we were finally letting out everything we had been thinking about one another.

  My hands slid down his abs, and I found the waistband of his boxer briefs. Maybe I was being too rash right now, but I couldn’t think of anything else. I wanted him, and nothing more. This was the man of my life.

  I slid down his pair of briefs, revealing to me his hard cock. I had never seen it before, and seeing it now, I realized how much I had been wanting Eduardo this whole time. There was something about him I couldn’t have found in another man, and he was so different from everyone else.

  But I was getting ahead of myself, and so was he. His smile widened, and he took off my pair of panties, finally getting me fully naked in front of him. I thought he was going to do it now, but he pulled me to him and put one of my hard nipples in his mouth.

  I watched in awe as he sucked it, his eyes still focused and trained on mine. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised he was so hungry, but the fact was that, I also was. I had never been with a man so thirsty for me.

  For now, we had forgotten our problems, and with the door locked and the thickness of the walls, we knew we had the privacy we needed.

  His mouth moved over to the other nipple, while my hand looked for his hair, and I gripped it. I almost couldn’t feel my legs anymore. I couldn’t feel my body, and yet, I wasn’t going to fall, wasn’t going to lose my balance.

  He kept on sucking my nipple, driving me crazy for him. I moaned aloud, and asked him to keep on going. His hands went to my back, and he slid them down slowly, looking for my ass. He found it, and gave it a soft squeeze, making me feel a jolt of pleasure all through my body.

  Gripping his hair still, I made him move down, and his mouth found my pussy. He played with my folds using his finger, and once he got tired of it, he did the same to my clit, making my knees wobble.

  All the while, in my mind, a hurricane of thoughts made my vision blurry. His hair was the only thing still keeping me in this world, though it would soon lose its power. Eduardo was relentless, and his experience was almost palpable.

  I moaned so loud I thought one of the workers was going to come here to check on what was happening, but none knocked on the door. His tongue still devoured my pussy, bringing me closer to the point of no return.

  And I felt my body shudder and shake, reaching the aforementioned point. I creamed all over his face. His eyes shot wide, and maybe he was thinking it wouldn’t have happened so soon.

  He calmed down his assault, and he held me to him. I felt my body relaxing, my breathing becoming more controlled. I looked into his eyes, finding them dark once again, and whispered, “Please, go on.”

  A wide grin replaced the seriousness of his face, and he hugged me even closer to him, his dick still feeling so hard. He was erect this whole time, and all the while, he was waiting for me to say those words.

  I felt incapable of doing anything right now, his hands sliding all over my body, his kisses not only dominating my mouth right now, but also my neck and breasts. And I felt that same thing building up, more and more, within me. If he kept this going, I was going to climax once again.

  His hand found my chin, and he fixed the position and the angle of my head so that I was looking into his eyes again. I remembered how fiery I was the whole time when I got here, thinking I wasn’t going to be his. I didn’t consider, back then, he would win my heart the way he did.

  His hand found mine, and he brought it up in front of him. His head moved down, and he kissed the top of it, suggesting how much he loved me. I couldn’t think straight right now - it was almost like I was drunk - but I couldn’t deny that act alone was sexy as fuck.

  “Marry me, Elsa,” he said.

  It wasn’t a request, wasn’t a question - it was a statement. He just said that nothing else would be sufficient for him. It was either me, or his whole life would be ruined.

  “I will marry you and whoever thought we wouldn’t work out will have to eat their own words. That’s what people think about arranged marriages.”

  He smirked. “Well, they couldn’t have known you were this incredible.”

  His lips found me again, and he said, “You are feeling so tight down there. I can tell. I don’t need to stick my fingers in there.”

  “I’m tight, tight for you.”

  “And this isn’t your first time.”

  I shook my head.

  “Damn, I can only imagine what it was like for him.”

  I kissed his lips. “Certainly not as good as it is being now.”

  His kisses trailed down my body, and when I thought he was going to torment my pussy once more, his arms went behind me, and he picked me up, his body not even exerting much force.

  “Ed!” I said, not even comprehending that by shortening his name, I was admitting how closer we had grown to each other since coming here.

  “Ed?” He moved his head down and breathed me, the act alone making me squirm in his arms, “I like that.”

  “Put me down.”

  “No right now.”

  I thought he was going to do the crazy thing of taking me out of the room and head out somewhere else - and who knew where that would be - but he didn’t. He walked to the bed, and after stopping in front of it, he laid me down gently on the mattress.

  I breathed during the couple of seconds that took him to climb up the bed, and he then found himself right on top of me, his hands and kisses everywhere. I squirmed as I felt my orgasm building up once again. I thought I wouldn’t climax for the second time in a row, but Ed was determined to refute that.

  His hand played with my folds, teased them, and then he stuck a finger in. “I can’t make you pregnant, and as far as I know, there is no danger doing this without a condom. What do you think?”

  His words sounded as if they had come from very far away. Slowly and painfully, I opened my eyes and found his, my mind still thinking about an answer to give him.

  I smiled, and I was sure I looked dumb right now, and said, “Who cares about that sort of thing right now?”

  Before this moment with him, I had put depression aside, but it was st
ill a constant danger to me. I always feared I would fall into that pit of darkness, finding myself unable to climb out of it like in that time I almost jumped off the building.

  Now, though, Ed healed my depression completely. If there was one thing that would come out of this, it was that I didn’t have anything anymore to worry about regarding my depression. I had found another powerful reason to keep on going, and he was so happy to continue being with me. Becoming his captive had just turned into one of the best things that happened to my life.

  “I’m going to do this right, Elsa,” he said before easing his cock into my pussy, stretching me all the way.

  Ed pounded into me, hard, claiming me more, and I asked him to keep on going. There was no need for that, though. He was going to keep on devouring me, and there was nothing that was going to stop him.