Dark Mafia Bride: An Arranged Marriage, Secret Baby Romance (Mafia Vows)
Dark Mafia Bride: Chapter 27

A shocked exhale leaves my lips the moment Ettore’s lips crash against mine. He swallows my gasp, taking advantage of that to slide his tongue inside my mouth. A groan rumbles out from deep in his throat as he kisses me eagerly…hungrily…as if he’s been deprived of kissing me for months.

And I love it. Fuck, I love it far more than I’m willing to admit. The way one hand slides down to squeeze my ass through my jeans while the other grabs my neck to keep my head in place. I love the way he backs me into a nearby wall, pressing his body flush against mine. His fingers are digging into my thighs, and he’s slowly grinding his hardness against me.

I moan, unable to contain the needy noise. It slips past my lips before I can think about holding it back. I’m pissed at him. I’m fucking mad. But the way he kisses me…the way his hand burns every path it touches on my body…it makes me ache for him. It makes me forget everything else except how damned good he’s making me feel.

He pulls away abruptly, running his fingers over my mouth.

“Do you know how crazy you drive me, Bella?” he growls while my brain still struggles to catch up with what just happened—with how we went from me about to slap him to moaning his name in seconds.

“I drive you crazy?” I scoff, feeling my anger still simmering beneath. “You make me…insane.” You are so infuriating! Ugh!” I yell in his face.

Something dangerous flashes in his eyes as he leans closer again, his face hovering over mine.

“Good.”

“Good? You’re⁠—”

He kisses me again, this time slowly, deliberately. His tongue swipes over mine, and then he pulls back slightly to bite my lower lip. I gasp before sliding my hand over his shoulders and threading my fingers through his thick hair. He’s back to sucking my mouth again. Tasting, savoring.

Another moan falls out of my lips as I arch into him, feeling the hard planes of his muscles against me. He tastes amazing, like an erotic mixture of whiskey and nicotine. His hand slips underneath my mesh top, skimming over my bare stomach before cupping my right breast. I gasp into his mouth as he squeezes me softly before pinching my nipple through the thin lace material of my bra.

“You don’t seem so mad now, Kitten,” he murmurs against my lips before dragging his mouth down the side of my neck.

I place my hand on his shoulders…to push him away…to pull him in, I don’t know. But when he bites my earlobe, I roll my hips against his, wanting more of everything he’s doing.

“Are you wet for me, Bella?” he asks as he tugs my nipple between two fingers.

I bite my lower lip and shut my eyes firmly. When I hear his deep chuckle, my eyes snap open to glare at him. My glare quickly melts away when his hand slides down past the waistband of my jeans into my panties.

“Ettore,” I gasp as he slides his fingers into my wet folds.

“Hmm…you’re soaked.” His voice is husky, and I hear the restraint in his tone as he forces out the next words. “So tight, so ready.”

“Oh…fuck,” I moan when he slips two fingers inside me and begins to pump slowly.

“When did this happen?” he asks against my lips. “When I pulled you away from that guy? Do you like my possessive side? My rough side?”

I shake my head as I feel tears pool at the corner of my eyes. I can’t say any words. I can’t form any thoughts. His fingers inside me, coupled with the friction from the tightness of my jeans and the heel of his palm pressing against my clit makes me want to run mad.

“Don’t stop,” are the only words I manage to mumble in response, and I feel his smirk against my neck as he continues rubbing circles against me. I grind down against him, pushing myself against his growing erection.

“Oh,” he chuckles darkly. “I’m going to bring you pleasure until you beg me to stop.”

There’s no way I would ever want him to stop. Not when I feel like I’m levitating, not when this feels so fucking good.

His fingers begin to pump faster, and that’s when I feel myself starting to go over the edge. I clutch his shoulder firmly, my nails digging into the taut skin beneath his shirt.

“Cum for me, Kitten,” he orders gruffly. “Cum for me now.”

I whimper as the orgasm explodes through me, my entire body shaking wildly in his arms. He continues to pump slowly until I’m well spent. I collapse against him, panting heavily. He lets his hands slide out of my jeans and brings his soaked fingers to my lips.

“Open.”

Another bout of pleasure shoots through me at the sound of his rough command. I open my mouth, and he slides three thick fingers in, coating my lips with my slick arousal. I moan and close my mouth around his fingers, sucking them eagerly the way I would suck his cock.

“Bella,” he grunts as I scrape my teeth over his fingers before biting down.

He lets out a sound between a laugh and a hiss before pulling his fingers out of my mouth. “You’ll pay for that.”

A smile spreads out on my lips, but it doesn’t last long because he walks over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Take off your clothes,” he says simply, his hazel eyes gleaming dangerously.

I nod wordlessly as hot, erotic pleasure dances down my spine. I don’t understand what’s happening to my body…what he’s doing to my body. I hate being bossed around or told what to do, but for some reason, when Ettore tells me what he wants me to do, I find myself doing just that.

I pull my top over my head and toss it aside. His eyes darken as he watches me intently from across the room, taking in the way my breasts fill up my lace bra. I swallow nervously before unzipping the front of my jeans and pulling them down. I see his jaw clench as I reach behind me to unbuckle my bra before finally pulling the matching pair of panties down my legs and stepping out of them.

“Come here,” he growls, and I don’t hesitate to cross the room to stand between his spread legs.

He leans forward, and a hiss leaves my lips when he grabs my ass and licks my stomach. My hands slide down to his hair, and he makes a rough sound in his throat as his head comes down to kiss the top of my pussy.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, spreading my legs to kiss my wet inner thigh.

“Ettore,” I gasp when he scrapes his teeth over the soft flesh right at the apex of my thighs. “Please…”

The word sounds foreign and weak coming from my lips, but I don’t care. I just want to feel him there.

“Please what?”

I glance down at him through hooded eyes. “Please eat my pussy.”

A mixture of surprise and something else flashes in his eyes, but confusion washes over me when he slides back into the bed and lies on his back.

“Come here,” he orders again.

He’s still fully dressed, so I don’t understand exactly what he wants me to do. Still, I climb his body, planting myself over his hard dick.

“Higher,” he says simply.

A confused breath leaves my lips as I watch him watch me.

“You wanted me to eat your pussy?” He arches a perfect brow. “Then come sit on my face so I can eat your pussy.”

Oh. Ohhh.

My body flushes with heat, embarrassment, and…excitement. I crawl up until my knees are spread right above his face. I feel his heavy breathing against my inner thigh, and I throw my head back.

This is the hottest, dirtiest thing I’ve ever done.

“Sit, Bella,” Ettore mutters, reaching upward to grab my thighs. “Spread your legs even farther. Give me your pussy.”

Trembling, I obey, moving until I’m basically straddling his face. A moan rips out of my throat when I feel his tongue sweep along the edge of my pussy.

“Fuck,” I groan as my body bucks forward. I grab the headboard in front of me as he begins to stroke my center.

He’s using his tongue, his teeth, his lips. He’s fucking eating.

I lose control over the moans ripping out of my throat as he takes advantage of me. It feels too good from this angle. Too intense. Too raw. His tongue sweeps across my clit again, and my eyes fall closed.

“Open your eyes, Bella,” he growls from beneath me. “Look at me.”

I blink rapidly and stare down at him. He looks up at me, his cheeks flushed red and his expression fierce. He looks so hot, so sexy, and I ache all over.

His hands tighten around my thighs as he pulls my legs further apart. With support from the headboard, I roll my hips to meet the movements of his mouth.

“That’s right, baby,” he grunts. “Ride my face. Ride my mouth like the dirty girl you are.”

It’s unexpected. A strong surge of desire hits me hard and fast as my orgasm knocks me forward. My head hits the headboard with a soft thud, and I gasp as Ettore continues to suck me to insanity.

“Ettore,” I moan and try to lean off him. His hand clamps down on my thighs, keeping me in position. He continues to thrust his tongue over, in and out of me, until my entire body crashes against him.

I exhale deeply when he flips me over to my back, hovering over me. A tired sigh leaves my lips as he kisses the skin underneath my breast before moving down even farther.

“Fuck,” I hiss when he slips his fingers inside me again. “I can’t take it anymore, Ettore…”

“Good,” he moans, spreading my pussy lips with one hand while the other pumps in slowly. He alternates between licking, sucking and fingering. And I’m groaning, crying, and moaning.

It feels too good, so intense that it hurts. I want him to stop, but at the same time, I never want this feeling to end.

He fucks me hard and fast with his fingers this time around, while simultaneously licking and sucking my clit. The third orgasm that hits me nearly throws me over the edge. He holds me down, never stopping his ministrations until tears are streaming down the sides of my eyes.

When he finally stops, I can’t move, can’t breathe. I close my eyes, and I feel his hand caress the side of my face before wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Get some sleep,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss over my forehead.

My eyes tiredly blink open, and I see him adjusting his pants before he grabs his suit jacket from the floor where it fell earlier and walks out of the room as if he didn’t just fuck my brains out with just his fingers and tongue.

I’m pregnant.

Yesterday, it was a speculation, a suspicion, a fear. But now, as I stand in Alessia’s bathroom clutching the pregnancy test she’d given me earlier, I realize that it’s real.

“Mira?” Alessia calls from outside the bathroom.

I had wanted to be alone while checking the result, even though I appreciated her offer to be by my side. My heart races as I step out, the weight of the moment heavy in the air.

The moment I push the door open, Alessia’s face softens into a look of concern as she sees me. Her eyes search mine for answers, and I know that I don’t need to say much.

“It’s positive,” I say, and a sob escapes me before I can help it.

She rushes over to me, her arms enveloping me in a protective embrace. “Hey, hey,” she whispers, running her hands down my back. “Everything will be okay, Mira. I promise,” she sighs, her voice soothing but tinged with uncertainty. “Everything will be just fine.”

I hug her tightly as the tears continue to pour, soaking into the fabric of her shirt. But as much as I want to believe her, I know that from now on, things are far from being fine.