Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Sarah’s POV.

As I stood alone in our luxurious hotel room, the grandeur of the surroundings seemed to amplify the solitude I felt. The room exuded opulence, adorned with soft, silk drapes and elegant furnishings. The view from the large window showcased a breathtaking panorama of the city’s skyline, but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Alex.

Alex had left me to attend an important conference meeting. It wasn’t surprising, given his relentless work ethic, but it left me pondering how he managed to balance his professional life with his reputation as a playboy. It was an intriguing paradox, one that intrigued and fascinated me about this enigmatic man.

I found myself lost in contemplation, trying to fathom the depth of his dedication to his work. It was undeniable that his unwavering passion and unyielding drive were the cornerstones of his remarkable achievements at such a young age. I admired his success, yet a part of me yearned for more of his attention.

As I wandered around the room, my fingertips grazed the plush fabric of the king-sized bed, and I couldn’t help but reminisce about our wedding night. The anticipation of our passionate embrace brought a shy smile to my lips. Little did I know then that amidst my belongings lay a delicate pink babydoll dress-a surprise I had planned for one of those intimate moments. Yet, here I stood, untouched and still a virgin, just as I had been on the first day of our marriage.

Feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty, I held the dress in my hands, marveling at its delicate lace and satin ribbons. It was meant to be a secret, a way to add a touch of surprise and playfulness to our honeymoon. But now, in the absence of Alex, it felt like a silent reminder of our newfound responsibilities.

Taking the dress with me, I entered the bathroom. Adding a few drops of exotic fragrance oil, I indulged in a luxurious hour-long soak in the bathtub. Emerging from the water, I slipped into the pink babydoll dress and applied a light touch of makeup. I curled the ends of my hair and left it cascading loosely around my shoulders. A layer of milk cream body lotion enveloped my skin, enhancing its baby-like softness and imparting a radiant glow. As I admired my reflection in the mirror, anticipation mounted, knowing Alex would soon lay eyes on me. I was certain he wouldn’t be able to resist me tonight.

My desire to consummate our marriage tonight was overwhelming. I couldn’t bear to wait any longer. As the door opened, Alex entered the room and his gaze swept over me, taking in every inch of my being. The jacket he was holding slipped from his grasp, hitting the floor, as his mouth fell agape and his eyes filled with a primal longing. It brought a smile to my face, knowing that he was affected by my presence. Alex Hamilton, taken aback by my allure. I should have been thrilled, but as he advanced towards me, my mind went blank, leaving me numb and unable to think clearly.

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Alex POV.

As soon as we landed at our honeymoon destination and stepped foot in our hotel, the urgency of business beckoned, interrupting the romantic escapade that was meant to be our blissful retreat. Despite the enchanting surroundings, duty called, and I found myself plunged into an urgent conference call. The demands of my business couldn’t be ignored, even amidst the paradise we had chosen for our special time together. Grateful for the capable staff back at the office, I knew they could handle the unfinished deals I had left behind. Yet, this particular call held immense significance as the clients specifically wanted to converse with me directly. The hours seemed to stretch on endlessly, demanding my full and undivided attention.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the conference call concluded, and I made my way back to our room, eager to embrace my beloved Sarah once again. Little did I know that the sight awaiting me would be nothing short of breathtaking. There she stood, a vision of pure allure, adorned in a mesmerizing pink mini dress that perfectly complemented her enticing beauty. The mere sight of her left me momentarily breathless, and a rush of love and desire surged through my veins. She exuded an irresistible aura of elegance, sophistication, and a captivating sexiness that stirred a whirlwind of emotions deep within me.

Approaching her slowly, I pulled her gently into my embrace, cherishing the warmth and closeness we shared. My gaze couldn’t help but roam from her head to her heels, pausing at her enchanting face that held my interest captive.

“So, you got ready for me, princess. What do you desire?” I inquired, a hint of anticipation and adoration lacing my voice.

Her cheeks flushed with a deep hue of red as she looked up at me with those bewitching blue eyes that sparkled with desire. She seemed almost shy, yet the fire in her eyes betrayed her true intentions.

Her lips parted, and in a soft, breathless voice, she uttered, “I want you, Alex,” sending a warning down my cock. It was a simple declaration, but it carried a profound and unmistakable message.

As I held her in my arms, the intensity of the situation grew, the heat emanating from her body engulfing me, making it increasingly difficult to maintain control. I battled against the desire that burned inside me.

She moaned my name, capturing my complete attention, and rubbed her face against my chest.

Fuck. A surge of electricity shot through me, my body responding with a twitch in my pants.

If this seductive temptress continued to press herself against me, I doubted I would be able to survive the night.

Her hand stealthily slipped under my shirt, seeking contact with my skin, yearning to touch me. With closed eyes, she continued to caress, granting me pleasure through her sensual touch. Yet, I desired her hands to explore other areas.

I shut my eyes, relishing the moment. Sensations flooded over me as her soft lips trailed along my neck, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that climbed towards my chin. I groaned, my eyes still sealed shut. My hold on her tightened, nearly bruising her skin in the grip of my desire.

Her hand ventured southward, moving towards my pants, her fingers teasing the buckle of my belt.

Fuck!

When did my sweet, innocent wife transform into a seductress? My hand instinctively reached out to hold her hand that was eager to slip inside my pants, and I pulled her hand out.

“Stop, Sarah,” I pleaded, my voice strained. “Don’t go there. If you do, I won’t be able to control myself.” The frustration and desire coiled within me, making it difficult to resist her allure.

“I don’t want to stop, Alex,” she whispered shyly, her voice filled with a mix of innocence and mischief. Damn it. She was making it nearly impossible for me to maintain my composure.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

In an attempt to regain control, I swiftly flipped her over and placed her gently back on the bed. She lay beneath me, her body arching in response. I clasped her hand firmly, holding it above her head. A low moan escaped her lips, further fueling the fire burning inside me.

“If you continue to touch me like this, baby,” I warned, my voice husky with desire, “I’ll have to tie your hands.” Lust clouded my vision, and my breaths came out in ragged gasps. The temptress lying beneath me weakened my resolve. I wanted to have a serious conversation about our relationship before indulging in anything intimate, but she left me with no choice.

I wouldn’t be able to hold myself from fucking her sweet cunt and making her mine if she kept throwing herself in my arms.