Conquered by the Mafia Boss

She flinches at the heat in my voice, her skin the color of a pale rose. “Okay.”

“Third rule. Don’t touch my shit. If I catch you nosing through my belongings, I spank your bare ass until it glows bright red. Understand?”

I love how she sits up straight backed and nods at me like a good little girl. I cup her face with one hand, and she lets out a sigh.

“Good wives obey their husbands,” I say, fighting to keep the laughter out of my voice. “I need obedience from you.”

Her eyes flash and her voice carries a hint of defiance. “I thought you didn’t want a wife.”

I rake my fingers up her neck and fist her hair, yanking so that her neck arches over my wrist. Fuck, it’s hot. I can see her hard nipples poking the white t-shirt. She lets out a painful hiss.

“Ow!”

“If you’re going to give me a smart mouth, I’ll put you in your place. I have no problem doing this in public.”

She flushes violently. “No, please don’t!”

I want to laugh at how terrified she looks. Damn, maybe this won’t be too bad. I palm her stomach, slipping my hand under her t-shirt. She lets out a breath. My hand sweeps up her abdomen until I grab ahold of one of her nice tits, squeezing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. A moan shakes from her throat that sends blood rushing to my cock.

I bend my lips to her ear, loving how she shivers when she hears my voice. “Next rule. No panties in the house. Take them off now.”

Beatrice turns her head, her mouth parted. She wants me to kiss her. I want to. I want to bite her fucking lip, especially when she looks at me with that leaden expression.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Without a second’s hesitation she hooks her fingers under her panties and slides them down her ass. She rolls them from her hips and I see the sheen of juice over her pussy. The panties scrape against her long legs until finally they pool around her feet. I lift them up and ball her panties in my hand, throwing them across the room.

Beatrice clings to the bars on the headboard, knees firmly held together as her fingers curl around the metal. The shadow of her tits moves behind the shirt, sending another jolt to my cock. I grab her waist and slip my hands underneath her shirt, lifting it over those beautiful, perky tits. She tilts back her head as I pull it over her. Then her silky hair falls over her shoulders like beaten gold. Beatrice looks as fragile as the night I met her.

I take her by the throat and set her down on the bed, her hair spilling around her like a halo. My cock strains against my pants, throbbing so hard that I grind my teeth together to ignore it. She sucks in her lip and bites it. Fucking hot.

Slowly I tug down my briefs, releasing my length from the tight fabric. I grab the base of my cock and pump it a few times. Pre-cum dribbles out of the tip to slide down. She watches me with unmistakable greed.

“You just love taking orders, don’t you?”

She’s like a red traffic light, burning on cue. My thumb strokes her neck and she opens her mouth, apparently speechless.

“You don’t care about what I love.”

She turns her head to the side and pretends as though her cunt isn’t dripping and her heart isn’t racing from being so close to me. I take her legs and force them apart, revealing her glistening pussy.

“You’re right. I don’t.”

I’ve never felt her bare pussy on my cock, and I decide that I want to make her suffer for talking back. So I slide between her legs and touch the tip of my head against her wet cunt. I grunt as I feel the warmth sliding around my head, suppressing the urge to dive in and surround my cock with tight pussy. She lifts her head and shudders with a small moan. Then I slide my cock up, massaging her swollen nub. I grab her thighs and slowly inch my way between her legs. My fingers glide up and make an arc inside her. She makes a high sound that turns me on-it’s like a stroke to my dick.

“I’m not going to allow you to come anymore. Not without my permission. That’s the last rule.”

She arches her back, her muscles clenching hard around my fingers as I slide them out. I grab myself and move between her lips, stroking that sensitive clit as gently as possible.

“But I can’t control it!”

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Her thighs tremble as I insert two fingers back into her warmth as I tease her with my cock. With my other hand I stroke myself. I fist my cock, feeding the pressure building behind my balls. Her breaths become labored, hitching into a high groan. She bucks against my hand and I feel like I’m going a little crazy, too. Her wetness is all over me and all I’d have to do is move my cock a few centimeters down.

“Can I come?”

“No.”

I fight a smile as her face twists with agony and bury my three fingers deep in her cunt, rubbing her nub hard. All I have to do is watch her tits spilling over her chest and that beautiful pussy open for me, just waiting for a nice, thick cock. Flaming heat licks my balls, my hand making friction with my dick. The ache intensifies with every desperate look thrown my way. When her soft moans hit my ears, a surge of energy runs down my length. My hand moves up and down my throbbing cock, faster and faster. Then my balls tighten and move up, the pressure finally releasing like the blast of a gun. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, draping over her tits. I pump furiously as ecstasy washes over me, still fucking her with my other hand. More jets of cum fly out, sticking to her pearly-white skin. Good fucking God, it’s incredibly hot. I keep fisting my cock until every drop of lands on her.

She turns toward me, flushed, waiting for my approval. A sick part of me loves how easily she submits to me. She was probably born and bred for this. I can only imagine the bullshit they must have taught her at the MC-obey your father and stay pure. Girls with pure vaginas go to heaven. I wonder how much pussy I sent to hell with my dick.

“You can come now.”

My cock is still hard, so I aim my head right behind her swollen pussy and I shove through, pinching her clit. Beatrice cries out and comes hard on my dick. I grab the back of her head and claim her sweet mouth. She kisses me back, pausing to moan in my mouth. I ride the wave of both our orgasms until my eyes feel heavy.

She sprawls out underneath me as redness pricks across her skin. I take the balled-up t-shirt and wipe the cum from her body and then I move to get up from the bed, but she tugs at my arm. The haunted look from her pure blue eyes stops me. Her fingers are surprisingly strong around my arm. She wants me to stay-to fucking cuddle.

For a moment I consider shutting her ass down, but her eyes tug at me. I roll back into bed with a sigh and I wrap an arm around her shoulders, curling her body into my chest. It feels good to have her weight against me, so much that I close my eyes and feel myself drifting off.

“Jack?”

“Hm?”

“What do I get out of this?”

I open my eyes, smiling as I catch her gaze. “You get me.”

A shadow falls over her eyes and I feel a small knife in my chest.

“But it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Do you think Johnny would insist on a traditional wedding if it didn’t mean something? You’re wearing my ring. You’re living in my house.”

“Only until this investigation is over.”

“Which will take years.”

It’s like a hammer dropping on an anvil, loud and harsh. I try thinking of years of this: bitter resentment, fights, and frequent, hot sex.

Her body moves in my arms and suddenly I’m face-to-face with her. Her eyes are so blue.

“What am I, Jack? Am I some girl you get to fuck whenever you want? Am I a biker bitch?”

You’re my wife, I think automatically, but the words fail to sink in. She’s still one of them. No matter how many goddamn times I fuck her, she still belongs to that fucking rat-bastard MC. But I can’t summon up the rage when I look at her.

I slide my arm from her and tear my gaze away as I walk out of the bedroom.