Obsessed with His Bride – Possessive Mafia Romance Read online B.B. Hamel

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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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I walked to her and she closed the gap between us. She pressed herself against my chest and I hugged her tight, holding her for a long moment.

“How close did we just come?” she asked.

“Very close,” I admitted. “I think he planned on killing us, if I’m honest.”

She looked up at me, eyes wide, face pale. “Really?”

“Really. He wouldn’t have brought all three of his best guards if he didn’t mean violence. I think I might’ve changed his mind.”

“Shit,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry you saw that. I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”

“Don’t be sorry. I don’t blame you for doing what you did.”

I smiled and reached up to lace my fingers through her silky soft hair. I pulled it gently, tilting her chin toward me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were starting to grow a bit of darkness yourself, my little Aida.”

“Maybe I’m starting to take after you.”

I snorted. “I hope not, for both our sakes. I need you to be level-headed.”

“Why, so you can run around doing whatever you want?”

“No. So you can tell me when I’m being impulsive and stupid.”

“I can try that.” She gasped as I pulled her hair tighter. “But I don’t think you’ll listen.”

“Probably not.” I kissed her gently, my heart racing. “But gods damned, nothing makes me starving more than coming inches away from death.”

“Starving for what?” she whispered.

I kissed her again, deeper this time, my tongue against hers. I didn’t bother answering. I just dragged her to the stairs and pulled her up behind me, heart racing the whole way. When I reached my bedroom, I threw her on the bed, slammed the door behind me, and approached her with lust in my eyes.

24

Dante

I took her clothes off first. I didn’t kiss her, didn’t touch her. I stripped off her tank top, threw it on the floor, took off her bra, then pulled off her pants. When she was wearing nothing but her skin, I took a step back and admired her.

“On your knees,” I said. “Stay on the bed.”

She tilted her head and obeyed. She knelt in front of me on top of the bed, her feet tucked under her ample ass. Her hips curved in a graceful arc and I felt my cock stiffen as my eyes took in every inch of her smooth, beautiful skin.

I unbuttoned my shirt, took it off, dropped it down. I loved the way she looked at my body, at my muscles and my tattoos. I took off my pants, let them fall. Then I finally took off my boxer briefs, taking my massive cock in one hand and slowly stroked myself.

“On all fours,” I said, stepping closer. She obeyed and I took her head, gently guiding her mouth toward my cock. She opened her lips and took me, sliding my tip along her tongue, licking around in circles. I let out a little groan as I slid my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She stayed on all fours and took me, gagged, pulled back with a gasp. I slid into her mouth again and fucked her face like that, holding her hair in my fist.

She was beautiful, lean, and incredible. The long curve of her spine made my blood boil and the smooth, round turn of her ass made me want to spank her until she begged my name. I pulled her head back, making her gasp as a long string of spit slipped from her lips to the tip of my cock. I pushed her back down my length, up and down, bobbing her body, her round shoulders, her plump lips. I reached her breasts with my free hand as I slid my cock deeper into her throat, making her take it, making her mind.

I pulled her back and turned her around. I pushed her face into the comforter and looked at her gorgeous, glistening pussy. I spread her ass and licked her from behind, tasting every inch. I teased her with my fingers and spread her lips, rolling the tips of my fingers along her clit. She shivered, shook her ass, and moaned.

“More,” she said.

That one word lit me on fire, sent tingles along my veins.

“More,” she said again, begging now.

“Say my name.”

“More, Dante. Please.”

“Good girl,” I crooned, pressing the tip of my cock against her gaping, soaked pussy. “Very good girl.”

I plunged myself deep. She gasped, tensed, threw her head back. I grabbed her hair, gathered it all in my hand. I held her like that, using her hair to make her move faster or slower. I make her ride my cock, watching her back muscles work, her leg muscles tense, her ass clap up and down my shaft. I growled with delight as sweat dribbled down her skin in long curving descents, tracing glorious lines along her skin. I licked some off then spanked her ass hard.


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