Blood & Marriage (Dark Mafia Romance) Read online

  Santo kept infuriatingly distant, always those few inches away, when really, I wanted him to, at least, hold my hand. The smell of his cologne enveloped my senses, yet no touch was forthcoming.

  “I will need to see it on you to decide.”

  That was my cue to either ask him to leave or stay, and I turned away, glancing at him over my shoulder. “You have to help me get out of this one first,” I said softly, but the butterflies in my stomach were already spiraling in the most intense mating dance.

  Santo took a deep breath, but stepped closer, slowly pulling down the zipper at the back of my dress, and in the mirror, I saw his gaze go along with it. “Is tempting me into no good the sole purpose of your existence, Lucrezia?”

  “Me tempting you? You’ve got to be joking. It’s the other way around,” I said, shuddering slightly when the zipper slid all the way down where the split ended on my buttocks. The satin and lace now felt all too stifling for my body, which was heating up so fast I could have evaporated into Santo’s arms at any moment.

  “Is it now?” Santo’s quickened breaths tickled my shoulder when he pulled the sleeves of my dress down, revealing even more of my naked skin, but all I could focus on was the way his thumbs skirted over my arms when he did so. “Is it the allure of the forbidden affair that draws you to me?”

  “I never wanted a forbidden affair. It’s easy to tell myself that when you’re not here,” I said, shivering when my mother’s dress pooled at our feet, leaving me naked except for the sheer set of underwear. I felt as if he’d helped me shed old, unwanted skin.

  Santo sighed, and broke the barrier between us, putting his hands on my waist, right above my hips. “I wish we’d met under different circumstances.”

  I leaned back into his warmth, and I could sense it so clearly even through his shirt and tuxedo. He was the man who really wanted me, not the groom, who hadn’t even bothered to ask me for my phone number. “Me too,” I said and slowly turned in his arms.

  “You do know there’s nothing more we can do about it, right? It wouldn’t be safe.” And yet he still kissed my temple, making goose bumps sprout all over my skin. His presence gave me the kind of safety I wouldn’t have once I left this room.

  Closing my eyes, I could imagine myself staying in his arms forever. I could not have that, but I could have this moment at least. “You told me you could give me something real before I marry,” I whispered, glancing into his eyes, already intoxicated by his scent, so clean and masculine at the same time.

  His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, and I saw the red scar peeking out from under the collar of his shirt. “That offer still stands. I’m a man of my word.” His grip tightened on my waist.

  I knew I shouldn’t have been doing this, but I wanted him, and he wanted me with an intensity so overwhelming I wanted to yield. I wanted to let the waves of lust take me before I strolled down the aisle to a man I had no feelings for. “Please.”

  Santo’s hands slid down from where they’d been. To my hips, and then lower, not even over my panties, but straight into them, until he squeezed my ass in a way that told me everything about his raw hunger for me.

  “There’s no taking it back,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. “And no way forward, either. Just this one moment.”

  The sensitive skin of my lips brushed against his, and I sucked in a gulp of tobacco-scented air, rising onto my toes until I could comfortably embrace his neck. “I’ll take what I can.”

  Santo licked my top lip with the tip of his tongue, as if coaxing me to open up to him, but he didn’t need to even try. When we finally kissed, it somehow felt like that first time, when I’d blissfully thought he was my future husband. His body pressed against me, the hands on my ass pulling me even closer, and I couldn’t have cared less about the buttons of his tuxedo digging into my skin.

  I whimpered into his lips when he slipped a finger between my buttocks, teasing me mercilessly and in a way I’d never let any other man. I often used to find men crude in their words, their requests, and even in the fantasies I imagined them having about me. But it was me who was the crude one now, because all I could think of was his cock sliding into me, his fingers playing with my pussy in whatever way he wanted, and I could even see myself exploring his whole body with kisses.

  I rocked my body against him, all but climbing his tall, sturdy frame as I was increasingly driven by a need that I’d never experienced before. As if I was melting on the inside and needed him to contain me.

  He bit on my bottom lip, sparking arousal between my legs so urgent I was caught off guard. The last time we’d been as close had haunted me every night since then, with the scenarios of what could have happened and how it could have happened.

  It was as if he knew what was going on within me, and his fingers slid between my thighs from behind, teasing my sensitive, bare labia and making me hug him tighter. I could’ve melted into him gladly, and it felt like I did just that when he traced my slippery opening with the tip of his finger.

  “I can feel you throbbing with heat,” he whispered against my cheek, and I couldn’t have cared less about my makeup. All that mattered was for him to become one with me.

  “I am. Oh, God, I’m so happy you’re here,” I whispered and ran my hand over his chest, exploring his wiry muscles without pretending that wasn’t what I’d intended. They flexed under my touch, firm and tight as I caressed his pecs before delving to his stomach.

  “Can you feel how happy I am?” he rasped and pushed against me, his erection prominent to the touch, and this time I would not shy away from it.

  Santo slid his finger into my pussy with ease, and yet I still trembled in his arms, overwhelmed by the mixture of arousal and anxiety. I rocked my hips against his hand, frantic with the build-up and yet no touch to my clit.

  “Yes, and I think I can make you even happier,” I said, slowly squeezing my hand over the front of his pants. I didn’t know what pressure was right for this, so I kept it on the light side, closing my eyes as I let myself explore the shape of him through the fabric. How would it feel in my grasp, without anything to hinder the touch?

  “Oh, you will, babe. I couldn’t stop thinking about you those past few days.” He groaned, and slipped his finger out of me.

  For a moment I thought I’d become lightheaded, but it was actually Santo picking me up with ease that had me feeling weightless. His firm grip on my buttocks never faltered, and he carried me all the way to the desk.

  I hung onto him like a bunch of ripe fruit, ready for picking, but I welcomed the wooden desktop under me. Spreading my thighs, I pulled him in for another kiss, and was surprised when the layers of thin undergarments became a sensation on their own, teasing me with all the straps and the gentle slide of fabric against my skin.

  His kiss was insistent, and the way he pressed his hips into my groin made me wish I’d taken off my panties already. I was nervous about how it would feel to have a man his size on top of me. If it would hurt. But the pull I felt overcame all of those anxieties. There was something safe about Santo. As if he were a deadly snake, and I, his charmer.

  His cock seemed to grow in my hand, and I sought the zipper, constantly distracted by his lips on my skin and the insistent touch that set my pussy on fire. Pressure built up inside me with each passing second, and I had the feeling that I’d start hurting if I couldn’t relieve it soon. “I need it off,” I whispered and started pushing down my thong with my free hand. It got caught in the straps of the garter belt, and I quickly undid those in frustration.

  Santo chuckled and bit my ear, sending yet another shiver of excitement down to my pussy. “Oh. You need it off?” he teased, but didn’t waste time to help me pull the panties down my legs. “What else do you need?” He gave me a mischievous smile, but his attention quickly went lower, to my exposed pussy, spread open for him to look at.

  He trailed his thumb right between my slippery labia, but took his time twirling it over my clit to make me m
oan. The moment he touched me there, it was as if my skin went aflame, and I curled my hand over his nape with a whimper.

  “You know what I need,” I said, without looking away this time, and the intensity of his green gaze sent an electric current all the way down my spine and between my legs. His touch against my clit was just right, teasing it rather than rubbing, and I pulled him close with my heels.

  My fingers found his zipper at last, and I lowered it quickly, pushing my trembling hand into the heat of his open fly.

  Santo let out a low moan, and my breath hitched. I couldn’t see his cock yet, but it was hot and stiff in my hand, much more than I expected. My heart was beating like a drummer on ecstasy, and Santo unbuttoned his fly as well, for more ease when I pulled his cock out. If he was to see all of me in lingerie, I would at least have this.

  The mere sight of it made my cheeks flush with heat, and either my hands were freakishly small or his cock thicker than I expected it to be. Dark and veiny, with the foreskin already halfway peeled back. I was so frantic about it filling me soon that I wasn’t even sure I could comprehend everything that was about to happen.

  I licked my lips and grabbed his hand, pulling it to my thin, lacy bra while I explored the length of his cock, petting it slowly to get acquainted with every vein, all the way to the ridge of the cockhead.

  When he got a condom out of his pocket, his other hand still greedy for touch on my breast, my mind came to a standstill. Of course. It made sense. That would be the logical thing to do. And yet it crashed all the fantasies I’d had of him laying on top of me and pumping his seed in for the ultimate connection.

  Before today, I’d only had fantasies of what we would do. It was never about reality. But here I was, faced with a choice.

  “No, let’s skip...that,” I said, embarrassed now that the presence of a rubber knocked me out of the fantasies where nothing mattered but our mutual pleasure.

  Santo swallowed, but only rocked his hips slightly, already fucking my fist and driving me wild with the thought that I could have had this thick cock inside me by now.

  “You sure?”

  I petted his face, rocking my buttocks against the desktop in a need that couldn’t be contained anymore. “I’m not gonna use them later, am I? If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll have one more thing of yours,” I whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

  Santo’s pupil’s widened as if he’d snorted a line of coke, and he dropped the condom. “Yes,” he hissed into my lips, squeezing my breast too hard, but the slight pain melted with pleasure, and I wasn’t even sure which one I was feeling anymore.

  He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, and tipped me back, forcing my hand away from his cock, but at least my thighs were still around his hips. Santo wasted no time, and his hot throbbing cockhead nudged at my entrance, making me moan in anticipation.

  “I will give you everything you need,” he rasped, his hair falling out of place when he leaned over me.

  “Yes, please,” I whispered, grabbing his shoulders and raising my hips slightly as the ache inside my pussy became hard to bear. I was such a throbbing mess, already so wet I could feel the excess on the inside of my thighs.

  Santo’s gaze locked with mine when he pushed the cockhead in, making me tense up with the emotion of it all. But it didn’t hurt. I was so wet and willing I was positive I could take the whole thing. My cheeks burned, my chest rose and fell at an accelerated rate. I only wished that he wasn’t wearing so many clothes, so that I were able to see all that muscle he’d showed off at the pool.

  “I will pump you full of my spunk,” he said as he made another thrust, plunging his dick deeper into my tight channel. “I will make you come on my cock so you milk it good.” He watched me with an intensity I never imagined possible, and the dirty words were nothing like those cast by lecherous drunk guys in clubs. This was for my ears only, and made me clench my pussy over the hot rod moving inside me.

  “Oh, God, yes.” I shuddered, pushing back so I could take in more of him. We were a very tight fit, but each time he dove inside me, he somehow reached deeper, as if my body made space, coaxing him into its deepest, darkest secrets. “I want it all. I want to feel you all night.”

  Santo groaned, and his thrusts became faster, the base of his cock teasing my clit every time he pushed back into me. I squeezed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer for a desperate kiss when the pace of his fucking became frantic.

  His lips on mine were everything I could ever want, and my arousal mounted every time he dipped his cock right back into me. He pushed my head to the side to kiss my neck, and I cried out. I had to bite my lips to shut myself up when I saw us in the mirror.

  “You will. You will even feel me tomorrow,” Santo mumbled into my skin, but I was fixated on the reflection of him pounding his cock into me like a machine.

  I could even see his gorgeous ass, and once again I wished he were naked. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, and I’d have him whichever way.

  Lost in pleasure, I was surprised when he grabbed me under the knees. He pushed my legs down closer to my chest and held them there as he fucked my pussy with abandon.

  I stared at him, forcing my eyes to stay open, so that I could memorize everything about the way he looked so lost in pleasure. There was a sheen of sweat over his tan reddened skin, and his eyes were dark now, pupils so huge they swallowed almost all of the green. It was all because of me, as if he, too, wanted to remember this moment forever and return to it in his mind once I became untouchable.

  The position made it more difficult for me to breathe but somehow this enhanced all my senses. I slid my hands up his body and traced my thumbs over the protruding flesh of his scar as we kissed.

  I was completely open to him as we moved together in this bubble where nothing else mattered, where we were both untouchable, and as he pushed into me harder, my pussy twitched, welcoming him in.

  Santo slipped his hand between our bodies, and I was on the verge of orgasm before, but when his thumb went to my clit, rubbing it frantically, I lost it.

  He moaned, watching me without blinking. “That’s it, come for me, babe. Come on my cock. Fuck, you feel so good.” I’d never seen him this flushed, this out of control, and I already missed it.

  I spasmed, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep myself from thrusting back against him. My toes curled, my breasts were so heavy I almost couldn’t breathe, and my pussy clenched around Santo’s cock as I came, biting my lips to keep from crying out loud enough for someone unwanted to hear.

  When I drifted on the waves of my orgasm, he only fucked me harder, and the emotion of it all brought me to tears. His low moan and the stiffening of his shoulders under my touch told me he was coming. I opened my eyes not to miss it, despite my muscles being goo.

  I’ve never seen a man more handsome than he looked now. His lips reddened and parted as he let out another moan, making one more shallow thrust into my pussy. Some of his tar-black hair stuck to his forehead, and his cheeks were dark, but it was the way he looked at me that made my pussy spasm over his cock in pleasure.

  His gaze told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

  “Don’t cry,” he whispered and rubbed away a tear with his thumb. “Did I hurt you?”

  I shook my head and turned it slightly, brushing my lips against his fingers. “No. I feel so, so good. You feel so good,” I said and pulled him closer, straight into my arms. I wanted to keep him like that forever.

  I wrapped myself all around him, and he enclosed me in his arms, slightly scooping me off the desk. My heart was still pounding, his cock was still inside me, but no matter how much I wanted it, I knew this moment would end soon.

  At least my first time was something that I would always remember with fondness, something I did on my own terms, with a man who created a storm within me.

  “I don’t want to go,” Santo whispered into my ear.

  I clutched at him, and my eyes filled with tears so ab
ruptly it hurt. I stifled the sob that shook me, not wanting anyone to hear me. I didn’t want him to go either.

  I wanted him to be mine.

  “I know,” I said through the tightness in my throat.

  I’ve dreamed many times of what it would be to have a boyfriend, how it would be to have sex, or what my future husband would be like, but nothing could have prepared my for the turmoil Santo had created in my life. No matter how much I’d tried, letting go of this forbidden fruit seemed impossible.

  I stroked his hair back, slowly relaxing under his weight while the air cooled my skin by the second. “Thank you. Now I believe I can get through this evening.”

  Santo made a long sigh, but then he pulled away, and I bit my lip when his cock slipped out of me. To my surprise, he replaced it with his fingers, playing with my tender, slippery labia. “I wish I could give you more.”

  I exhaled, resting my heels on the edge of the desk as I watched him, so dishevelled in the expensive clothes. I couldn’t even imagine how I looked now, and I didn’t care. “But you can’t. This is it.”

  Santo’s frown deepened, and he looked down to my pussy, pulling away even his fingers now. “I will miss you.”

  I took a deep breath and sat up, only to see myself in the mirror behind him. My makeup was smudged, my updo in disarray, and one of my stockings had slid down to my knee.

  Beautiful and utterly unpresentable.

  “Me too. You have no idea,” I admitted, because I didn’t know if we’d ever get the chance to speak privately again.

  Santo gave me another kiss, as if he still wasn’t ready to part, and used some of the tissues from the makeup table before tucking his cock back into his pants where I would never see it again. The pain of that thought was excruciating.

  The electricity between us wasn’t gone though. If anything, it seemed to be pulling us closer, and neither of us wanted to part. I swallowed hard, gazing at his scar again.

  “Look after yourself.”

  He gave my pussy another glance, but I knew it was time to pull my legs back together.