Revenge Vows: A Forced Marriage Mafia Romance (Ruthless Mafia Sinners)

I know I should walk away. This was never part of the plan.

I am supposed to have her to spite Giovanni, get rid of her, and be on my merry way. Yet I find myself nursing her back to health and forcing my dick to stay out of the matter. Now, she is offering herself to me in the most tempting manner, with mischief in her eyes as clear as day.

The right thing is to resist, but every nerve in my body aches to do the opposite.

I lean over to her and grab her neck.

“Remember, you asked for this,” I mutter as I crash my lips down on hers.

All of the past week of anger, frustration, and pent-up sexual need are pouring out of me as I bruise her lips with my kiss. But instead of being frightened or pulling away, she leans into the kiss, her tongue tangling awkwardly with mine as she presses full length against me. All of the memories of our first encounter at the club flood back as I hear her soft moan.

Her hands stray down my back, and she begins to tug at my pants. My hands move to her waist, and I lift her roughly, throwing her onto the bed so I can climb on top of her.

As she pulls my pants down more, my cock springs free. Her pussy is now directly under my dick, and she begins to rock up and down, slowly grazing the head of it with her inexperienced motions.

She looks so delicate underneath me. She wraps her hands around the back of my neck, panting a little, her green eyes trained on my face. If she were any other woman, I would punish her with my body for lying to me, for making me look a fool. But this is Alyssa, and for some reason, I don’t want to scare her no matter how much I desire her.

I trail sharp little bites down her neck. “You’re mine,” I say roughly after each bite. “I own your body.”

She has to know that she is mine now, and she is mine forever.

As my mouth covers her breast, I am rewarded by her first cry of pleasure. She likes it when I run my teeth over her nipples, causing that sweet mix of pain and pleasure. I follow her lead, and I bite down hard, causing her to scream. My dick leaps in response to the noises that she’s making, and it’s all I can do not to plunge into her right away.

She digs her fingernails into my skin as my trail of bites moves downwards. I kiss her flat stomach and her rib cage, making sure to leave a bite on it as well. I press her farther up the mattress and suck her clit into my mouth. Her body bucks off the bed, and she cries out again as her back arches.

I glance up at her, seeing that she’s still arching with the jolt of pleasure before I turn my attention back to her pussy. I press one long lick to her folds, then slide my tongue into her body. I’ve never felt such a tight little pussy. This thought sends a throb down my hard dick as my tongue flicks into her body. I remember all too well how tightly her pussy had captured my dick in the office.

At the time, I had thought she was just small, which makes sense due to the fact that she’s short and petite. Now I know that it was because she had never fucked anyone before me. I think of the screaming orgasm I gave her, even for her first time, and I feel a fierce surge of pride rise up in me.

She reaches down and presses my head hard against her as she pushes her hips up.

“Fuck Antonio! Right there, yes!” she cries. I must be the first man to lick her pussy too, and the thought gives me a ridiculous amount of pleasure.

I pull my hands underneath her and grab her ass cheeks, pulling her closer to me and squeezing them as I drive my tongue into her gripping softness.

“Come for me, baby,” I mutter to her, my voice rough, as I slip a finger into her pussy and suck harder on her clit. With a shaky little scream, she clenches sharply around my finger and surrenders to her orgasm.

I pull my head away and watch her body wracked with pleasure. When she finally recovers, she goes limp on the bed, completely covered in sweat and gasping for air.

I look down at her, and our eyes meet. “It’s my turn now.”

I grab her legs and push them apart. I line up my swollen cock to her pussy, and I push forward. She is so tight that I can barely move inside her. She groans as I slam into her, but I don’t stop until I am all in.

I look down at her, and I can see that tears are gathered in her eyes. I wipe them gently. “You don’t deserve for me to be gentle with you,” I say to her, pressing even deeper inside her pussy. “You deserve to be hurt for making a fool out of me.”

She nods, biting her lip in that way that makes me want to batter into her body. I stay still for a minute, enjoying her tight pussy. She holds me without even trying. She’s breathing quickly as she lies beneath me, canting her hips up into mine, trying to get closer to me. Her fingernails are digging into my back painfully.

I start moving, sliding all the way out of her body and driving home hard. Her breasts jounce each time I thrust home, and she keens every time. No matter how deep I go into her, it’s never enough. I want more of her.

“You’re mine, you fucking hear that?” I growl as I ram into her.

I flip her around and squeeze her ass. As she arches her back doggy style, I enter her from behind. She cries in pleasure as I hold her waist in position, pushing into her. With her face buried in the pillow, I can faintly hear her cries of passion. Her body starts to buck in pleasure, but that doesn’t stop me. I keep going, pulling her hard against me as I push my cock deep into her pussy.

She lifts her head from the pillow, gasping, and cries, “I’m coming, Antonio!”

She comes apart with a fierce orgasm, her pussy clenching my dick and her body shaking with jolts of pleasure. Seeing her arching back against me as she comes sends me over the edge and I spill myself inside of her, curing my body over the smooth swell of her backside, groaning with relief and pleasure.

I fall to the side, limp, tired, and covered in sweat. She collapses on the bed, just as spent as I am.

I ponder taking a shower, but it’s been a stressful week, and I’m so tired. I give in and let sleep overtake me.

***

When I wake up, she is gone. So is my gun.

Bunny, Donatello, and I tear apart the mansion, searching for her. Some of our men scout the area and bushes nearby, but there is still no sign of her. None of the cameras caught her leaving.

“I told you it was a fucking bad idea to have that girl in the house. She was a fucking spy, for crying out loud!” Bunny shouts, kicking the table.

“Can you fucking stop?” Donatello snaps at him.

“I’m the one getting told off? I’m not the dickhead that let a spy slip out of his hands,” Bunny cried, waving his gun around in a helpless rage.

“We can’t fucking think. Keep it down,” Donatello snaps.

Bunny curses under his breath, pacing the room. My face is buried in my palms. I’m rubbing them over my skin, inhaling slowly.

“What do we do now, man? If she is with Giovanni now, there is no telling what information she could give him about us,” Donatello says calmly.

I swallow and turn to them. “She has no intel.”

“And how are you certain about that? Because you fucked her?” Bunny snaps.

There is tense silence in the room, and Donatello sighs. He turns to Bunny. “You shouldn’t have said that, man.”

Bunny scoffs. “Fuck that. They kept the whole mansion up last night. Even the next-door neighbors know they fucked,” he says with his eyes on me.

I get up, ignoring Donatello’s plea, and I punch Bunny, knocking him flat on his ass.

“Antonio, there isn’t time for this,” Donatello says, standing between me and Bunny, but I glare at him until he backs off.

I bend over Bunny, who is clutching his jaw. There is blood seeping through his teeth.

“I fucked her. So what?” I ask him.

He swallows. “You have a host of women to fuck. You don’t need to fuck Giovanni’s spy,” he says.

I move his hands away from his chin and examine his face. “Go and rinse out your mouth.”

He lowers his eyes, slips his gun into his pants, and walks off without another word.

“You shouldn’t have hit him that hard,” Donatello says as I take my seat again.

“Do you want some? I have enough for both of you,” I say, burying my face in my hands again.

Donatello falls silent. “What do we do about the girl? Do we have some men sent down to Giovanni’s place?” he asks.

I shake my head. “There is no need for that.”

Donatello sighs. “Well, whatever you say, is what goes.” There is disappointment on his face as he walks off.

I swallow. I recall the look of mischief on her face as she teased me into taking her last night. Suddenly, it all makes so much sense.