Captive Thirst: Mafia Romance (Rough Redemption Book 4)

by Olivia Fox

  “You wouldn’t dare.” She tipped her chin up and glared at me.

  Rising to my full height, I set my jaw and said, “Try me.”

  She crooked an impish finger at me, her smile holding the promise of a thousand blow jobs stretched out over the rest of my life with her.

  I lowered my head to hers and this time she was the one who whispered, “Fuck you, Drago.”

  I yanked her against me, her breasts slamming up against my unyielding chest, but oh, how her’s yielded. I could hardly breathe and just managed to groan, “Later. For now, let’s go get married you little shit.”

  Time had stopped, as it always did, when she paid attention to me, and I turned to see Serrano, his brows raised, lips pursed in ponder and he murmured, “Ah, young love. There’s nothing like it.” Only with his accent, “it” sounded like “eat,” and my belly laugh filled the air, my internal temperature shot up to the sky.

  Soon, but not soon enough, Gabriela would be my wife.

  I insisted on stopping at Babe’s Bobbles in town and picked up a big, fat diamond ring that shined bright as her smile.

  Right about now, that smile was non-existent, a sour expression marred her face ever since she got into her father’s car and headed to the Casino to get ready for our ceremony at the Diamante.

  In the end you couldn’t tell it was a spur of the moment nuptial. Gabriela wore a backless, cream colored gown bought last minute from the Diamante boutique. It fit her athletic body like a glove, and when she came down the aisle on her father’s arm, cross look still on her face, a smile took over my own.

  When stepped up on the podium by my side, the tension between us was like having a tsunami and a hurricane in the room at the same time.

  The entire room full of relatives had to feel it too.

  Whether Gabriela was ready to admit it or not, we were soul mates. This kind of spark only came around once in a lifetime.

  We said our vows, binding our two families together with our love.

  I knew she loved me.

  I’d never been more certain of anything in my life no matter how she stared at her hands and took a step away from me after I kissed my bride. She couldn’t hide the slight sway of her body after I claimed her with my mouth in front of all our people.

  I leaned down to her dainty ear and sighed, “You’re safe now, gorgeous. I promise.”

  She pouted practically the entire way to Gualala, the seaside town where I’d rented us a hotel room for our honeymoon. As we neared the coastline I asked, “You going to give me the silent treatment during our entire honeymoon, or just during the car ride?”

  Suddenly, she found her voice. “What do you expect?! You never asked me to marry you, or even thought about what I wanted. You and my father have more in common than I thought.” She crossed her arms over her chest which rose and fell to a quickened beat. “I’m not some piece of property to be passed back and forth between men. This isn’t the Middle Ages.”

  That did it. I was going to save my surprise until we had dinner, but I whipped my car over to the side of the road, pulling up next to the sand dunes that fronted the Pacific Ocean.

  “What are you doing?!” she exclaimed, still agitated as all get out.

  “Gabriela, will you please come with me. I have something to show you. It’s important.”

  She begrudgingly followed me to the shore, dragging her feet across the sand until we arrived seaside, the sun just setting in the west and painting the sky rose-pink.

  I got down on one knee.

  “Gabriela Serrano, will you do me the honor of being my bride from now until forever? We belong together. When I’m with you I feel a kind of peace I’ve never felt before and I just can’t let you get away.”

  She twisted her neck towards the waves which gently licked across the sand, and I saw the sparkle of a single tear run down her cheek.

  “We’re already married, Carlos. Don’t you think it’s a little late to ask?”

  “I swear to God if you’re unhappy being my wife, I’ll let you go. It’ll kill me but I’ll let you go.” I reached for her wrists, clasping them firmly to keep her from bolting.

  My mouth was dry, and my heart raced like a winning colt on the back stretch, “I need to know you agree. I’d have done anything to make you mine, Gabriela, even use the fake excuse of pleasing your father when in fact I look at you and I want you so badly. I want to share the same life with you and hear your voice first thing when I wake up in the morning. I want to bring you coffee in bed and make sure you’re getting enough to eat every day. Now that I know what it’s like to be with you, I don’t have it in me to ever let you go. Please say you’ll stay married to me.”

  She was still and quiet, pondering the question for so long I thought my heart might burst, and finally said, “On one condition.”

  “Anything. Name it.”

  “Get up. You look ridiculous down there.”

  I chuckled and rose to my feet, deciding to save the surprise for later.

  21

  Gabriela

  It was different now that he’d asked me, bargained with me, pleaded with me to be his wife.

  Not that I liked to see a powerful man like him brought to his knees.

  Or did I?

  It turned me on when he was in charge, but a part of me was pleased beyond telling to know I had the power to make him beg.

  Not that I’d abuse it. I felt truly desired, like some sort of special prize that he cherished and revered.

  One he couldn’t live without.

  Knowing that, my anger dissipated. My father was forgotten. After Carlos’ pledge to me on the beach, my father had nothing to do with our marriage any longer.

  But my daddy did.

  We had dinner at a quaint, upscale restaurant and Carlos insisted I order the grilled salmon instead of only a dinner salad.

  Our hotel room had a huge bed, and while brushing my teeth I wondered what we were going to do about the whole not-on-the-pill scenario.

  It was our wedding night, and I was still officially a virgin.

  I was acting like it too.

  He came out of the bathroom in his boxers, and I couldn’t meet him in the eye from where I lay in bed, covers pulled up to my chin, the irrational urge to flee bolting through my body.

  It didn’t help when he sat on the edge of the mattress and said, “Now that you’ve agreed to be my wife, there are certain rules that you will abide by.”

  “Abide?” I asked.

  “You are to follow my orders and do as I say at all times. It’s the only way I can keep you safe.”

  “Please. I’m not a child.” Tiny tremors started up at the apex of my thighs, my internal thermostat rising of its own accord. No denying it, I loved him taking charge of me.

  He took an overt look at where my boobs popped up under the covers, “Trust me. I’m very aware of that. But if we're going to flourish as a married couple, you're going to learn to do as I say, in and out of the bedroom.” He skimmed the back of his knuckle over my bottom lip. “And you'll learn to like it. In fact, I’m confident that you want me to boss you around. You’re wet this very minute, aren’t you?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Why don't you let your daddy show you? Talking time is over.” He said, reaching for the covers and pulling them down to reveal my less-than-virginal night dress which magically appeared in the suitcase someone had packed for my honeymoon. It was a black lace number, with matching panties that didn’t cover so much as my labia. It was completely see-through so I might as well be naked.

  Carlos spoke my name in a hoarse cry, making it sound like he was in agony, “You are such a good girl. So good daddy’s going to put a condom on and fuck that virgin pussy that’s been weeping for my cock.” He extended a long finger toward said pussy, and gave the dripping seam a long, stroking, caress. “Hasn’t she?”

  I watched with fascination as he inserted that finger in his mouth and sucked all o
f my juices from it, an act that seemed to only make him hungrier.

  He grabbed the hem of the flimsy article of clothing and jerked it above my hips. “Take your panties off for me, sweetie. Your drippy cunt needs my attention.”

  Leaning over me, his fingers traced my lower lip, and I pulled one into my mouth. It stoked a fire of need in his eyes, and he made a sensual sound in the back of his throat while sliding his tongue in my mouth, tasting me deeply.

  His kisses made me feel so special, every time. Like nothing could touch me. An unbelievable series of events made this man mine forever, and I’d fallen for him.

  “Let me taste you.” The lacy panties scratched against my skin, and he threw them to the side of the room, lowering his huge frame between my legs. By contrast, his hair was soft as silk against my inner thighs as he pulled apart my pussy lips to take a good long stare.

  A low, throaty sound of pleasure came out of my mouth. “Take a picture, Drago. It might last longer.”

  He circled my thighs with his arms and yanked me towards him. “What do you call me?”

  “Daddy,” I said. “Why don’t you take a picture, daddy?”

  “Later. Right now, daddy’s hungry.” He put his face up close to my most secret, hidden places and inhaled, closing his eyes as if to concentrate on my scent. He explored me with his tongue and pleasure began pumping through my veins, pulsing in my ears and spurting through every one of my extremities.

  The sensation was so intense, I gasped and tried to pull away, but there was no escaping the stronghold he had on my legs.

  Nor the stronghold he had on my heart.

  It felt so right to call him “daddy,” to let him take care of me in this way.

  And I wanted more.

  He kept licking—without a care in the world that every limb on my body was starting to shudder, that my neck arched back into the pillow, breasts rising towards the ceiling and now instead of trying to escape, I was chasing his mouth, shamelessly shoving myself up against him, trying to relieve the pressure.

  The ache.

  “Daddy. It hurts, I need…”

  He stopped what he was doing and that was even worse. “I know what you need, baby. Just lay back and enjoy. Let me take care of you.”

  Two fingers this time. He took two of them, replacing his tongue and frowned as he concentrated on rubbing my clit. “So juicy and swollen. I can make you come with my mouth and fingers but there’s no way I’m ignoring your sweet, virgin hole tonight. Licking you makes my dick so hard.”

  As if to prove his point, he stood for a moment and shucked his clothes off, returning to his place between my legs, staring at my throbbing slit once again, “You look so beautiful right now. I’m going to ride that sweet gash harder than you ride Prancer, you know that?”

  “I want to feel you all the way inside of me, daddy.”

  “Patience, gorgeous. Let me make you come first.”

  The truth was, my clit was crying out for him and I was getting increasingly wet between my legs. He caressed my most sensitive place with his big fingers, and it overwhelmed me to think we could do this every day.

  Twice a day even.

  Maybe we’d never sleep.

  Smack! He gently swatted my clit.

  “Yowch. What’d you do that for?”

  “I can tell you’re not paying attention. Does this help?” He drove a single finger inside me and began twisting it around while he sucked at my bundle of nerves. His pumping, licking, stroking drove me up to a height I was afraid of falling from, everything coiled tight inside me until my yearning for him became uncomfortable.

  Then he slid two fingers inside and started lapping at my most sensitive place like a giant cat, his tongue stiff and relentless until waves of pleasure slammed down on the shore of my body, awash in desire.

  I tumbled from the precipice, free-falling from its heights, my entire body bowed to sensation, and fell back shattered on the sheets while aftershocks of lust rippled through my body.

  In a daze, I watched Carlos, my husband, grab a condom and pull it down over his swollen, reddish-purple cock. It was rigid, straining upwards, and ready for release.

  “Are you ready for this, baby?” he asked.

  And just like that I knew exactly what to tell him. “Pound my little pussy with your big cock, daddy. I need more.”

  22

  Carlos

  What was all the fuss about virgin pussy?

  The thought of hurting her didn’t turn me on one bit, but the urge to be inside of her was so strong, I scolded myself to be gentle during the uncomfortable stage.

  It was a terrible responsibility.

  I warned her, “That’s a filthy little mouth you have, isn’t it? But I’m afraid it’s not going to be easy to get this inside you. You’re so tight, my fingers barely fit.”

  My wife slid her hands to her angel pussy and pulled her lips apart, any sense of shame abandoned after her quaking orgasm on my mouth. “But I’m so wet. And remember, I think I broke my hymen riding horses, or at least stretched it past the point of virginity.”

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away when she began drawing small circles around the juicy bud I just had in my mouth, it’s flavor still lingered on my tongue, sweet and tangy like forbidden candy.

  My breath started to heave in my chest, and my balls hurt so bad it felt like they were in a vice.

  “You’re driving me crazy, Gabriela. You’re giving me no choice but to fuck you. Tell me how bad you want it.”

  “Do whatever you want with me, daddy. I’m your yours now, I have to do as you say, remember?”

  She was too inexperienced to be this naughty but knew just what to say to tease me to the point of no return.

  Through the condom, I could feel her slick heat. She was tighter than any fist around me and I pushed an inch in, then paused and pushed again. She gasped at the invading thickness that filled her, and her eyes locked on mine. It was impossible to tell whether they were open wide in accusation, shock, or pleasure.

  Her expression concerned me, but the mind-blowing feel of her milking my cock with her pussy shoved all coherent thought out of my brain.

  I had to pump.

  Needed release.

  “What are you thinking, baby?” I asked her, checking in.

  Her eyes sparked up at me, and her cheeks were rouged and ruddy, “Your dick is so full. It feels amazing.” She twisted beneath me, and shoved her pelvis upward, trying to take more of me inside.

  “Don’t do that, Gabriela,” I growled.

  “Why not?” she asked, as she rotated her tiny hips in slow circles around my cock.

  “You know why. You’re going to make me blow.”

  “That’s what I want. I want to feel you come inside me,” she mewled.

  A man only had so much restraint.

  I worried about being gentle, about going slow for her first time, and here she was telling me to do the opposite. There was no way I could hold back any longer.

  I dove into her with my dick, shoving her further up the mattress, towards the headboard, one thrust at a time. Her delicious pussy tightened around my shaft, sucking at me, and I saw stars.

  My jaw locked, fighting the oncoming sensation, and chasing it at the same time. The need to explode built like thundering hooves around the corner of the track, and I clamped my hands around her ripe breasts, holding on for dear life.

  “One day gorgeous, these will be full of milk because of me. I’m going to plant my seed in you,” I said.

  Gabriela coaxed me with her words, “Yes, daddy. Fuck me harder. Fill me up with your big cock.”

  That was it.

  I couldn’t hold on for one second more when she let those filthy words pour out of her innocent mouth. Her body writhed around me in orgasm overload and mine came on sudden like a freight train, severing me from all reality.

  Afterwards, I lay with my hands behind my head, Gabriela’s body draped over me, her head on my chest and one leg s
lung over mine.

  “Hey, I got you something.” I said, picking my blazer off the floor and reaching into the inside pocket.

  “You didn’t have to.” She held the diamond up to the light and turned her wrist so that it flashed its brilliance. “Isn’t this enough?”

  “Nothing will ever be enough for you, gorgeous.” I pulled out the envelope and handed it to her, scraping my fingers through my hair, sweat damping my underarms.

  She tore open the paper and looked at the owner’s license for Native Prancer. It took her a moment to find her name on it. “What’s this?” she asked.

  “You know what it is. It’s the owner’s paperwork for Prancer. He belongs to you now.” I held my breath, watching her and waiting for her response.

  I got tired of waiting, “Not only that. You’re going to race Prancer at the Sonoma Fair this Sunday, and you’re going to do it my way.”

  She launched herself at me, catching me off guard. “Oh my God, daddy! I can’t believe it. This is the best present you could ever give me.”

  I squeezed my arms around her. My voice rough, but my words tender, they surprised even me, “Don’t you know I’d do anything for you, Gabriela? You have the power to tear my heart out. All I ask is that you please don’t use it against me.”

  23

  Gabriela

  As daughter of a cartel jefe, the boss man, I had no fucking excuse for getting careless.

  I was raised to watch my back.

  The day the goons captured me on the docks, told me I’d gotten too comfortable.

  With Carlos around, I felt safe, and safety, as any member of a crime family will tell you, is an outright lie.

  Truth be told, I had my head in the clouds at the ice cream stand on the dock, daydreaming about my massive Drago daddy and his words to me in bed that morning, “I look at your angel pussy, and I want you so badly. I want you to sit on my lap so we breathe the same air. I want to wake up every morning with your lips around my cock.”