Blood & Marriage (Dark Mafia Romance)

by Merikan,Miss

  Left in my fancy bra, matching panties and stay-ups, I didn’t feel embarrassed. Santo wanted me, and the way his gaze trailed fire over my skin made me feel like a sex goddess. “You think so? Aren’t accountants supposed to be boring?”

  Santo leaned back to look at all of me, but I was too busy ogling him myself. “Not this one,” he murmured and reached out to stroke my nipple through my bra.

  I couldn’t help but smile and push forward, watching a flush crawl up his chest. “Are you sure?” I teased, placing my hand between his pecs and tuning in to the echo of his heartbeat pulsing so close to my palm.

  “I am positive. Fuck…that first time I saw you, I couldn’t believe what kind of gold Seth struck without even trying.” Santo slid his hands up my neck and massaged my jaw with his thumbs before leaning in for another kiss.

  I melted against him, hitting the bed with my calves. His tongue was so smooth in my mouth I wanted to stretch out and have him kiss me forever. “He doesn’t deserve me,” I whispered, nipping on his lips and pulling him closer to the mattress.

  “You have no idea how many times I… thought of a moment like this.” Though his sly grin suggested that he meant jerking off. It made my gaze drift to his belt when our lips parted, and he was already unbuckling it.

  I slid my hands to his pecs, squeezing them gently before trailing them higher, all the way into his hair. “You made sure I’d think about you a lot as well,” I whispered, pressing closer until my breasts were flat against his chest.

  “Did I?” He licked the side of my jaw, making me moan. “Must mean I left a big impression.” The heat of his body was so powerful it was as if we were both on fire, but I couldn’t wait to get my fingers scorched.

  I whined into the kiss and pushed down his pants, eager to see all of him for the first time. “And now you need to wonder whether it was a good or bad impression,” I said, rubbing my ear against his hair, and even this sent tickling sensations all the way to my toes. There was something about Santo that I’d never discovered in another man.

  Santo smirked and grabbed my hand, only to guide it to his already stiffening cock. “Judging by the way you’re ogling my dick, Lucrezia, I think it was a good one.” He blew air at my ear, and I went red at how straightforward his words were, but they were also true. His whole body was a treat to look at. Muscular, but not as big as Seth’s, and where Seth’s charm was rough around the edges, Santo was sleek and suave.

  I curled my fingers around his cock, and it felt so alien in my hand, even though it was also warm, and alive, and it pulsed in my hand already. I gave it a gentle pump, watching him despite the burning hot flush I could feel in my neck and face. “I didn’t get to see much of you yet.”

  Santo slid his hands up my body and cupped my breasts. “Because I’m greedy, and I was too focused on your perfect body to be showing off. These,” he squeezed my breasts a little harder, “are my wet dream. Sometimes I imagine you riding my cock and them hanging over my face so I can tease them with my tongue.”

  I moaned, rubbing my face against his warm chest. His body smelled so intensely of something I couldn’t quite grasp, but it was as addictive as looking into Santo’s eyes. My breasts were small, and while I liked that when it came to clothes, it made me insecure to know that so many men preferred them bigger. Clearly, Santo didn’t mind my size.

  I smiled at him and reached back to the opening, pulling out hook by hook until the bra was ready to go off. I already regretted I had to let go of his cock to do that, but the wave of excitement I saw roll over him more than compensated for that.

  As soon as my nipples were free of the bra, Santo pushed me down to the bed, and his mouth was over my bared breast. The slippery hot tongue teased me mercilessly, and he grabbed my wrists, holding them down against the bedding when I wanted to reach into his hair.

  He kneeled over my thighs, and I was so exquisitely trapped, all I could do was moan as each stroke of his tongue sent a shiver down to my pussy.

  My body arched toward him, already begging for whatever pleasures he could unleash on me. Stretched out like dessert on a plate, I knew that, for him, I was the nectar he’d been waiting for, and I wanted to let him drink until he was completely sated. In a way, his touch felt almost better now than it had the first time, because I knew what to expect, and couldn’t think of anything more delicious than connecting with him.

  I stole a glance at the dark cock arching up between his muscular thighs. His hair down there was as black as on his head, but not as thick as Seth’s had been. I was pulled right back to reality when Santo bit the underside of my breast gently, making my hips buck. My excitement was already seeping into my panties, and I couldn’t wait for him to slide his cock into me. Hold me tight and fuck me naked so I could see his muscles at work.

  I freed one of my legs and wrapped it around him, pulling my foot up his ass, all the way to his muscular back, but my hands were still trapped in Santo’s grip. I found excitement in this prison. It allowed me to measure my strength against his, and knowing how much advantage he had over me made me rock my hips with arousal. He could have had me many times if he’d wanted to, but he’d respected my earlier rejections, and that sense of security made me completely relaxed to the sensation of our skin rubbing together.

  He sucked on my nipple and pulled on it with his lips. “Spreading legs for me like a good girl?” Santo’s voice was raspy, and the way he watched me told me everything about his lust. His big sturdy body would be on top of mine soon, and I found the wait agonizing.

  I thought he’d be letting go of my hands, but instead, he just changed position to secure both my wrists over my head with one hand, while the other went straight between my legs, tracing my panties, and rubbing my pussy. “Wet already…”

  I whimpered, somehow raising my lower body on just my heels. “Yes...oh, God, Santo.”

  He buried his face in my neck, rubbing his evening stubble against the sensitive skin like a cat. The sensation made my pussy twitch with excitement, and I moved my hips against his hand to receive more pressure.

  “You’re so pliant only for me, aren’t you?” Santo pulled down my underwear enough to slip his fingers between my, already slippery, labia. The way he ran his thumb over my clit made me shudder, and the sight of Santo above me only fueled the fire between my legs. Everything was perfect about him. From the dark hair and piercing eyes, to the wide shoulders and stiff, thick cock.

  I spread my legs wider, but that only rolled my underwear back up, trapping his hand against my pussy. I moaned in frustration and caught his lips in an intense, deep kiss that almost made me forget I needed to breathe fresh air, not just Santo’s addictive gasps.

  I let out an embarrassing groan when one of his long fingers slid into me up to the knuckle. He sucked on my bottom lip, making me unable to do anything but take the pleasure he was giving me.

  “These need to go,” he said, looking down at my panties. He let go of my hands, and I didn’t even know what to do with the sudden freedom. He pulled his finger out of me and sucked on it with a satisfied groan. “So good. And all mine.”

  I gasped and tore my panties off, swiftly rolling over to kneel next to him. Now that I could see all of him, the pieces that I’d put together in my head were complete, and I put my hands on his narrow hips, leaning in just enough for my nipples to rub against his chest. It was a provocation, but it felt so good.

  Santo’s hands went straight to my breasts, and he kissed me as he squeezed them. Everything about the way he moved spoke of both passion and control. A strange concoction that I couldn’t get enough of. “I shouldn’t have told you about my weakness for them,” he muttered into my lips.

  I smirked and gave him a very brief open-mouthed kiss. “And now you’re doomed forever,” I whispered, brushing the back of my hand up and down the trail of dark hair underneath his navel.

  Santo rocked his hips. “Go on. Lower. You know you want to. You pretend to be this angel, but all you w
ant is for me to fill you with cock.”

  A broken sound escaped my lips, and when one of his big warm hands slid up the side of my face, I nipped on his thumb and let my instincts lead me back to his thick, wonderfully warm cock. I squeezed it, not too hard, getting used to its weight in my grip.

  “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” Santo’s gaze locked with mine as he let his other hand trail over my stomach to my pussy. He was right. I was so ready.

  “Yes. I can feel you’re ready too,” I said, tugging on his cock and slowly sinking lower in front of him. I kissed the middle of his chest and moved my lips lower, the excitement pooling inside me rising with every inch of him that I touched.

  The gasp he made had me smiling. I would make him addicted to me too. “Oh, wow…” Was all that was left of his cocky dirty talk.

  I smirked triumphantly and looked up at him when my mouth brushed against his navel, so close to his groin I could sense the strong, musky scent of his body. I was already imagining the smooth skin of his cock on my tongue, and it made me rock my hips back, as if there was another one of him there, pushing into me.

  “Go on.” He watched me with his dark eyelids lowered, and he slid his hand into my hair, but didn’t push. “You’re so fucking hot. If I were eighteen I’d come in my pants from just looking at you.”

  “How old are you?” I asked, leaning so low over his cock that he could surely sense my breath on the head. I pulled down the foreskin, a bit intimidated by how unfamiliar it was. The top was so smooth against my fingertips, now slightly damp from the clear fluid already beading in the slit.

  “Seriously? Now?” He breathed hard, but didn’t actually seem unhappy about the question. “Twenty-three since last week.”

  I barked out a laugh that sounded very unladylike, but it was the push I needed, and my tongue rolled over his cockhead, taking in the salty bitterness of his pre-cum and the heat that felt so different than it did on my hand.

  Santo’s grip on my hair tightened. “Oh, fuck… Just…do whatever you like,” he mumbled, flexing his thighs, as if to stop himself from pushing forward.

  I relaxed my shoulders, moving back slightly when my neck started aching from the unnatural angle. On my knees and with one hand supporting my weight, I kissed his cock all the way to the base and licked my way up, getting used to the new textures and his rich scent, which was getting me more aroused by the second.

  My pussy was so hot and wet that the cool air in the room stung me when I spread my knees farther, opening up my nether lips. I wondered whether I shouldn’t ask him for directions anyway, but decided to take my time and explore him from the very tip to his warm balls, which were a pleasant weight in my palm.

  “Spreading legs for me already?” Santo reached back between my buttocks and I whimpered against his cock when he brushed his fingertips against my pussy lips from behind. He would drive me crazy before I even came.

  When I took the head of his cock in my lips for the first time, it felt almost too large, and I was afraid I’d hurt him with my teeth, but my body took over, and I closed my eyes, slowly moving my hand up and down his cock and sucking on the tip. He got even harder, and I was starting to wonder if he’d come soon. Did I want to swallow? I was not that sure about that, but whenever any doubts went through my head, the smooth caress of his hands gliding over my body dispersed all thoughts that had managed to form in my head.

  “This is so good, baby,” Santo whispered, but then it was me moaning when he leaned over me and slid two fingers into my throbbing, hot pussy, hooking them and massaging me on the inside.

  I pumped his cock a bit firmer and raised my head, biting into the fragrant flesh stretching over his ribs. I was torn between wanting to continue and the need to have him inside me. Not his fingers but his cock, which had fit in me so perfectly last time.

  It was as if he was reading my mind. “You’ve had enough, kitten, haven’t you?”

  Before I knew it his fingers slipped out of me, and he pulled on my hips, turning me around on the smooth bedding with ease. My ass was right in front of his cock, and I had to spread my knees wider to accommodate him kneeling. I looked over my shoulder, hot all over and panting, to catch a glimpse of that perfect cock.

  “Yes, please,” I asked quietly, pushing my heels against the sides of his calves. I could sense that tender emptiness inside me again, and I arched my hips toward him, like a cat wanting to be petted.

  Santo didn’t wait any longer, his cockhead aligned with my opening, and he pushed right in, making me grab the comforter and mewl at how good it felt. His hands were on my ass, on my sides, tracing my ribs as he made another thrust, forcing himself deep inside of my body. In this position his balls rubbed against my labia, and I was going wild from the combined pleasure of it all.

  His palm moved up my spine, all the way between my shoulder blades, and my front dropped to the mattress as I braced myself for him as if I’d done it a thousand times already. “This is so good.”

  “Oh yeah? How about this?” Santo started rocking his hips, slowly at first, his cock pulling out only slightly, just to push right back in again. My body was made to take his cock, and there was nothing else I could think about as he stroked my skin and pumped into me.

  I grinned into the comforter as pleasure rose inside me when my breasts dragged over the bedding from the force of his thrusts. “It’s great,” I admitted, pushing my hips back to meet him halfway. I stretched when all my muscles unknotted one by one, turned into liquid by the electric sensation inside me and wherever he was touching me.

  Santo leaned forward, and covered me with his body, only reminding me of how gorgeous and muscular he was. One of his hands dragged over my breasts, as his thrusts intensified, while the other trailed down my stomach, and straight for my clit, making me moan louder. My knees went soft, and my brain got fuzzy, yet his cock never stopped its onslaught, drilling into me without mercy.

  I didn’t want mercy. I wanted him to fuck me hard.

  In my fantasies, we were already doing it again. With me on top and him burying his face between my breasts. I came so suddenly the force of my inner muscles contracting was almost painful, but then sweet heat washed over me in waves put in motion by his cock drilling me over and over.

  He squeezed my nipple to the edge of pain, and his fingers on my clit were like magic. In this position, under him, I felt like a lioness. One that would only yield to the most impressive male around. And to that one male I opened my legs and let him come in me. The fantasy intensified with bright colors when Santo bit down on my nape, coming with a low grunt.

  Those last few thrusts were rough and strong, his hips slapping against my ass. My face was burning against the bedding, but I wouldn’t move, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm and enjoying Santo’s. My pussy would be dripping with his cum like last time, and only he would know I was a dirty girl who enjoyed every last second of being fucked.

  I slowly looked back at him from the side where I could sense air moving my hair, and smiled at the picture he made, flushed dark red and resting with his eyes closed.

  “Do I get to know your Instagram name now?”

  A sly smile colored his lips, but he didn’t open his eyes. “Are you done with me?”

  I exhaled. I should be, but my heart throbbed with pain when I thought of forgetting Santo, as immoral as that made me.

  “Not yet,” I whispered.

  At least until my husband was found.

  Chapter 12

  One month slipped through my fingers like sand. One month of moving from hotel, to hotel, a month of making sure I was never alone with Vincenzo and that I was alone with Santo as often as humanly possible. For reasons unknown to me, Vincenzo’s entourage considered Santo the ideal guardian for me. The men, all of whom were older than him and much less sophisticated, seemed to be of the opinion that Santo was emasculated and inept when it came to dealing with women ‘like a man should’, and they didn't shy away from making those co
mments in my presence either. I was embarrassed and angry on Santo’s behalf, but I very quickly discovered the method in the madness.

  Despite constantly making dirty advances toward me, Vincenzo didn’t even try to hide that he was going to strip clubs and inviting sex workers for parties in his hotel room on quiet nights in. I found out Santo was considered a bit of a spoilsport when it came to those kinds of events, which left him “stuck” guarding me while everyone was out to prove their masculinity with women for whose attention they needed to pay.

  We’d even managed to sneak out for a few hours on Valentine's day. We went to a forest and goofed off on an icy lake. Santo wouldn’t let me enter the surface before he checked it was safe, because he had to be the man’s man of course. I didn’t mind. It was fun to see him go that extra mile for me.

  I was beginning to worry about having sex with no protection, because if I got pregnant now, it would have been suspicious, but when I was in the moment, everything faded into the background.

  I dived into the pool and let the cool water envelop my body in perfect stillness. It was not a big pool, but sufficient for a swim in the afternoon. I liked that the ceiling was made of glass, and when I rolled to my back I could watch the thick white clouds above. I couldn’t complain about the standard of the places where we stayed, but I was still never left to my own devices. At all times, I could feel someone’s eyes on me, and Vincenzo had someone check on me on a regular basis.

  When I was with Santo, all my troubles washed away, but whenever we parted my body became tense and overactive once more, frightening me with thoughts of the consequences of my careless behavior. Every day, I promised myself that the affair with Santo would end once my husband was back, but his presence added so much sweetness to my days that I had a hard time thinking about losing him.

  A wolf whistle didn’t make me stop swimming, but it did alarm me. And when I noticed the tacky crocodile skin shoes following me along the side of the pool, I knew exactly who came to see me. Was Santo with Vincenzo? I sure hoped he was, and not because I wore a skimpy two-piece swimsuit. Thinking back, I kind of wished I had a simple one-piece on when it was Vincenzo who was around.