Savage Ruler: A Dark Italian - Irish Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Sinfully Savage)

by Kristen Luciani

  “I’m going to show you what it means to be mine.”

  Heaven runs a hand through her flaming red hair, bringing that hand around to her front and running it down the front of her dress. Her fingers get caught on the neckline, pulling it down to expose the peaks of her tits. Her lips curl upward in a seductive smile, and I know she needs this release as much as I do.

  Maybe we are kindred spirits.

  “If you think that tempting me with what’s underneath that dress is going to make me forget that you need to be punished, you’re wrong,” I say, grabbing her wrist.

  “Oh, I don’t want you to forget. I want you to speed things up,” she whispers, pulling at my belt and drawing me toward her as she creeps backward toward the bed against the wall.

  I graze her bare back, bringing my fingers to the hidden zipper of her dress. I slide it down all the way, the dress melting off of her creamy white skin. Her cheeks flush pink as she stands before me, naked.

  Completely fucking naked.

  Shit, if I’d have known she had nothing on under that dress, we might not have made it out of the house.

  She gathers her hair off the nape of her neck, her bright eyes glittering with unbridled lust.

  I run my hands over her smooth skin, flicking her taut, pink nipples and kneading the lush flesh. A tiny mewl escapes her mouth and she bucks her hips forward, her tits beckoning my mouth to taste.

  Christ, how could I have let this happen? My craving for control and power could never be sated before Heaven barreled into my life.

  And now that craving has been replaced by my rapidly growing need for the woman standing in front of me…my future wife.

  Each day, I feel a little more lost in my quest to rule…because of her.

  Now I’m going to show her exactly how I plan to deal with the inner battle raging in my head and in my groin.

  I breathe her in, the scent of her musk mixed with the sweet smell of perfume infusing me with an insatiable need to bury my cock deep in her pussy. But that’s where the control comes into play. I can’t have that…won’t have that…until she begs for it.

  Only then will I give in to my cravings.

  “Bend over the side of the bed,” I say gruffly, spinning her around. Her hair flutters against my face as I jerk her toward the plush comforter. She leans forward, her hands on the mattress, her ass in the air. I step toward her, sliding my dick against it. I take in a sharp breath, the head of my dick screaming to push into her tight, dark hole, but I silence the angry voice. I run my hands over the plump globes, dropping to my knees. My tongue pokes between her cheeks, sliding into her most forbidden spot, prepping her for anything and everything I want to do to her, and she shudders, a gasp shattering the still air. A grin tugs at my lips as I rise to my feet. I fist her hair, my voice terse against her ear. “Did you like that, Heaven? Did it feel good?”

  Her knees quake and she squeaks out a “Yes.”

  “Do you want me to do that to you again?”

  “Yes!”

  Then, without warning, I bring my free hand against her ass, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh making my dick throb. She yelps and I spank her again, harder. She squeals each time I bring my hand to her now-bright red skin.

  “Are you going to ever tempt another man into touching you?” I seethe, spanking her before she can utter a response. “Tell me what I want to hear!”

  “N-no!” she rasps as I slam my hand against her once more. This time I grasp her flesh in my hand, bending down to nip at it with my teeth. My God, I want to devour this woman, bite by delicious bite.

  “And are you ever going to defy me again?” I grunt, my lips plastered against the side of her pinched face.

  She chokes on a pant. “Yes!”

  “Why did you say that?” I snarl, flipping her around so that she’s now on her back. I drag my fingers down the front of her abdomen, taking her tits in my mouth one at a time and flicking the nipples so hard with my teeth that she screams out.

  “Because I want you to punish me!” she squeals, squirming under my relentless and taunting grip. “I want you to make me feel like this over and over again. I want you, Matteo.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Ahh!” A throaty yelp erupts from her lips as my fingers slide into her wet pussy. She clenches tight as I slide them in and out, slick with her juices. “Oh my God, yes!”

  I work her clit with my thumb, my eyes falling on some rope on the night table. “Then let’s see how much you can take,” I say, sliding her farther onto the bed. I gather both of her wrists together and wrap them against one of the bedposts so that her arms are overhead. “Tell me what you want, Heaven.”

  “I want your mouth, your hands, your cock,” she murmurs, her eyes closed. “I want it all.”

  I unbuckle my belt and pull it off, flinging it to the floor. I shove my pants and boxer briefs to my ankles and kick them off. My cock is stiff as a corpse, the tip glistening with precum. I straddle her, inching upward. The swollen head drags along her skin until I reach her mouth. I stroke myself a few times, hovering over her lips. “Like this? You think you can handle this cock, Heaven?”

  She eyes me with the hunger of a voracious jungle cat. “Let me taste,” she whispers, licking her lips. “I can’t touch it, so I need to feel it in my mouth. Against my tongue.”

  I thrust my hips forward as she opens for me. She sucks and strokes and tugs on my dick with her lips as I face-fuck her as hard and as deep as she can take. I sit back on my heels as she sputters and moans with every flick of her tongue. I hit the back of her throat and she eagerly swallows me whole, her legs falling open for my greedy fingers. I flip myself on top of her, my face in between her thighs as she continues to drink me in. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers before probing her folds with my tongue, my teeth nipping at her clit. I feel her tremble beneath me, her pent-up desire flowing into my mouth.

  Oh, fuck, how have I slept in the same house as this woman for the past week and a half without tempting myself with those sweet juices again?

  And how will I ever be able to live without them forever?

  Because once she finds out the truth, she won’t give herself to me like this ever again.

  The trust I’ve built will be crushed, never to be erected again.

  I squeeze my eyes shut.

  Goddammit! I don’t want to think about any of that, about what will certainly happen once everything is exposed.

  Toxic thoughts capture my mind and my cock deflates slightly.

  I pant, dragging my mouth away from her pussy and flipping onto the mattress.

  “Matteo,” she breathes. “Please don’t stop. I need you.”

  My gut clenches. Yeah, but for how long?

  I drag a hand through my hair, sliding my body against hers. She snakes a long, lean leg around my waist, pushing me close, my cock grazing her slit. “Fuck me, Matteo,” she moans. “I need your fat cock deep inside of me.”

  “You’re so fucking dirty,” I grunt, pushing the poisonous thoughts to the far corners of my mind as I ravage her mouth with mine, swirling my tongue around hers, heat rising up from the core and exploding out of my limbs. She has me smoldering under her heavy-hooded gaze, and I just want to sink deep into her.

  To command.

  And to forget.

  I pull off the ropes restraining her because I want to feel her hands on me, touching me, tormenting me.

  I need to know what I’ll be missing.

  I need the memory of what I’ll never have again.

  I wrap my arms around her, pulling her so that she’s sitting up and plastered against my chest. I trail my hand down the column of her spine, angling her hips upward as the head of my cock pushes into her. We let out a simultaneous groan as I drive deep, my dick stretching her wide. Her walls close tight around me like a glove, her legs clamped around mine. I lift her onto my lap and she leans back against the mattress with one hand, meeting me with each hard stro
ke. Our bodies slap together, our skin pebbled with sweat. The air is so thick with heated lust, it’s hard to breathe.

  But I’d welcome death if it means I can feel like this for an eternity.

  I roll onto my back, pulling her with me. Her long hair grazes my skin as I circle her hips over me. She squeezes my cock with every thrust into her, dragging her pussy lips to the head of my dick and then sinking all the way down again. She does this over and over, her pussy quivering uncontrollably as my cock pounds her with relentless vigor. Her tits bounce as she rides me, and she throws her head back, her mouth singing the exact song I want branded into my mind forever.

  Her screams pierce the stillness, and my mind short-circuits from the waves of euphoria rippling through me. Bright white flashes of light blind me despite the dimness of the room. My teeth are gritted as the tingling sensation intensifies, shooting out from my core to the ends of my fingers and the tips of my toes. I grip her hips, grinding her clit against my cock as it erupts into her.

  A guttural roar rumbles deep within my chest and I can’t focus on anything except my undoing…

  And hers.

  The connection, the bright white flames raging between us, and the all-consuming carnal bliss…fuck, yeah.

  The bliss.

  I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.

  And it’s nothing I want to feel with anyone else.

  Just like that, the toxins seep into my conscious to once again pollute my mind and my hopes for the future.

  A future, with Heaven.

  She collapses on top of me, her hair splayed across my chest, her arm slung across my torso. “Holy shit,” she murmurs. “So if you hadn’t ruined things the other night, I’d have experienced this…then?”

  I let out a dry chuckle. “No. Wasn’t it a good surprise, though?”

  “Oh God.” She giggles breathlessly. “And I’m not normally a fan of surprises. The last one I got before tonight was pretty awful.” She covers her mouth with a hand, looking around the room before whispering conspiratorially. “I got a husband.”

  “Hmm,” I say with a smirk. “And he didn’t turn out to be all you wanted?”

  She shakes her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Not at first. But he’s starting to grow on me. And he just grew in me, too, so…I don’t know. He seems promising.” She shrugs, and I pull her tight against my chest.

  “Promising, huh?”

  “Well, we evidently have a whole lifetime to make progress on that, so don’t be too deflated.” With a wink, she plants a kiss on the tip of my nose, flinging her leg over me as if I’m her own personal body pillow.

  I like the idea of that, her naked body clinging to me all night long like an erotic security blanket.

  “So, your whole control issue,” Heaven says, leaning up on her elbow. “Did you get your fix?”

  “For now,” I say, smacking her ass and grasping a handful of flesh, giving it a good squeeze. “But my need is pretty damn insatiable. I think you should probably be prepared for that kind of release pretty often. I expect my wife to help me work out the stresses of my job.”

  “And will you do the same for me?” she coos. “I think today proves just how nerve-wracking my work is, and if I’m going to be at risk for frequent stab wounds, I’m going to need some stress-relief myself. Pretty damn often.”

  “See? This is what they call progress,” I quip. “We’re starting to understand one another.”

  And fall for one another.

  Ironically, that’s the biggest pitfall for me.

  “So now what?” she asks, trailing her fingers lazily down the front of my chest. I quiver, her touch is so light, it makes me yelp. Her eyes widen and she lets out an incredulous laugh. “Wow, Matteo. Is the big, badass gangster ticklish?”

  She digs her fingers under my arms, jumping on top of me and attacking me with her long fingernails. I ball myself up, trying to keep her fingers away from my more sensitive areas but she finds a way.

  The woman is relentless. I should have known she’d uncover my weakness.

  One of them, anyway.

  It’s only a matter of time before she figures out the rest.

  Minutes later, we’re both breathless, her hysterics matching my gasps for air and mercy. I roll on top of her, pinning her hands to the comforter. “Just remember that tickling me is against the rules. It means I’ll—”

  “Punish me?” she interjects with a seductive grin. “Didn’t I show you how much I liked that part? You think that threatening me with your version of punishment will stop me from taking what I want from you?”

  Of course I get arranged to a woman who is clearly as much of a deviant as I am.

  I think she likes that she uncovered that little tidbit about herself.

  I know I appreciate it.

  We take our time getting dressed. I pour us a couple of shots of whiskey from my liquor cabinet and we knock them back. It’s the most comfortable we’ve been together since the engagement was officially announced.

  Better late than never, I suppose.

  Heaven sucks down her third shot, giggling as she places her glass down. “I really hated you, Matteo. Like, a lot.”

  “And now? You’re cool with me?”

  “More than cool,” she whispers, her lips stretching into a bright smile. “I guess we just needed to fuck out all of the animosity, yeah?” She smirks. “A good dicking always makes things look better in the morning.”

  I gather her in my arms. “Shit, we really need to wait that long for another one?”

  Heaven cocks her head to the side. “Well, you’re kind of an older guy. I didn’t think you’d be able to handle any more tonight.”

  “I’m thirty, thanks,” I say with a roll of my eyes.

  “Well, lucky for you I’m not even close to my sexual peak,” she says with promise that has my dick jumping. “Which is around thirty-five, from what I hear. So it’s gonna be a fun decade for you.”

  A pang assaults my heart.

  If only…

  I grab her hand once we’re ready to leave and pull her close, pressing her lips against mine. “I have a damn good rebound rate, just saying.”

  I twist the knob on the door and push it open. Since my room is buried in the back corner of the building, I know we can make a quick exit and then get home for part two.

  And three, if she can handle it.

  I guide her into the hallway. It’s a little quieter at this end with most of the lascivious activity taking place on the opposite end of the space. I kept my room here on purpose because I didn’t really want to listen to moans, groans, and screams unless they were coming from me or the women who accompanied me into my den of sin.

  I snake an arm around Heaven’s waist, holding her body tight against mine as we walk toward the exit as I recount the events that just took place.

  “Oh wait, can I just run to the ladies’ room?” She looks at me and giggles. “I mean, is it safe to go in there? Or will there be some kind of orgy happening in the stalls? Or outside of them, for that matter?”

  “Enter at your own risk,” I say with a snicker, nodding toward a door across the hall.

  She winks at me and disappears inside, leaving me flabbergasted at what just transpired between us.

  Tonight was supposed to be a way for her to unwind with a scene that clearly intrigues and arouses her. I wanted her to relax, to let go of the shit with her family that’s been plaguing her, especially after what happened with that asshole Conor today. She needed a release and knew the pain would help her let go of the angst and the stress, to make her feel like she was more in control and less doubtful of herself and her future.

  I know I fucking needed a release, especially since I’ve managed to let my growing feelings for her interfere with what I really need to focus on…the arrangement she knows nothing about.

  I thought if I put myself in a position where I could just be cold and robotic about the sex, to punish her in my own
deviant way, I could release the tension choking me.

  It didn’t work.

  Seeing her so enraptured by the event incited me, fueled flames of passion deep inside of me where I thought only flickering embers still remained.

  And then watching that guy pull her into the fray, watching her go with him…leaving me…that just tore me open that much more.

  I knew I needed her, all of her.

  But at the same time I knew I could never give her all of me.

  I still wanted to try.

  Taking her into my room to punish her…that was all about me trying to grab back control I’d lost in the middle of that orgy. And it only resulted in me losing more of it.

  Disciplining her wasn’t enough to satisfy my need for dominance over her.

  It only made me spiral downward into a very complicated rabbit hole fraught with consequence.

  Other emotions bubbled up, ones I can’t seem to ignore or bury any more. They keep gathering the power that I’m so desperate to cling to, and tonight, they won.

  I’m falling in love with my fiancée.

  And that realization tells me I’m really fucked — figuratively and literally.

  “Matteo Villani.” A smooth, deep voice jolts me from the war waging between my mind and my heart.

  I look up, a gasp making my throat hitch. Fuck me.

  Jorge Dominguez stands in front of me, all five foot six of him. But what he lacks in height, he makes up in brute force. As the head of his cartel, he singlehandedly ensures that money is always lining his pockets, and that revenge is always served to those who deserve it.

  “You missed our meeting the other day while you were out prancing around the city with your future wife.”

  “I know, and I explained what happ—"

  Jorge holds up a beefy hand, smoothing the front of his dark gray suit with the other. The suit probably cost him a cool five grand, although dressing to the nines doesn’t really add much appeal to the overall package. His dark hair is slicked back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, his face pock-marked, scarred, and his body portly. A faint scent of rice and beans wafts in the air around him, and my stomach clenches. But sights and smells aside, he’s got a shit ton of money, and that’s his claim to fame. He doesn’t need to look like a billion to have it stashed away, that’s for fucking sure.