Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Mate!” Lace said.

Sandro halted and he let out a grunt as he removed his head from Arabella’s thigh. “She’s not my mate.”

“She is.” Asserted lace.

“What?” Arabella mumbled as he made a move to stand.

Sandro’s gaze shifted to Arabella and he narrowed his eyes. “Did you make me fuck you to hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Oh, stop playing dumb!” Sandro thundered. “You let me fuck you so you’d hear we are mated. Tell me how it feels, bitch?”

Arabella sat up with a frown on her face. She didn’t know what to say and what changed had changed. Heck, she didn’t know what was going on.

She knew Sandro was not going to change his mind about killing her but he had acted human a second ago.

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She thought he was being affectionate and underneath the tough interior he often exuded, there was a guy that was a softie.

She presumed she wished too early because he wasn’t anything she had imagined.

Sandro yanked her from the bed, not minding if she was naked. He rammed her into the nearest wall.

Arabella gasped as her head slammed into the wall. With trembling hands, she gripped her head and her breath came out in a short gasp.

“Sandro…”

“Master to you!” He snarled and stormed to her. He gripped her white hair wrapping it around his hand and he yanked.

“How many more tricks do you have up your sleeve, whore? Do you think you can trick me easily? I’m Black Sandro for a reason!”

“M-master.” Arabella stuttered. Her hand moved to touch her hair but he gripped the hand and twisted it to her back.

“Please, master.” Arabella bit her lower lip and groaned. “I’ll be good.”

“I don’t fucking want your goodness! Perhaps, you can start by leaving my sight and never show your face again near me.”

Even as he said that Sandro was aware of how impossible it was to let her go. Despite hating her for the sin of her father, he was sure of one thing, he enjoyed her presence more than anything.

He was fucking obsessed with her.

It was a weird obsession as he desired to kill her as well.

“I’ll.”

As she try to move away from him, Sandro held her back and pushed his elbow into her neck.

Arabella wheezed. She clawed at his hand. “Sandro, you’ll kill me.”

“I believe that is what I want. You dead so I can live my life, away from your annoying face.”

“She’s your mate.” Lace’s annoying voice came up again in his head and he forcefully shoved it down.

“Fuck off, lace. She’s nothing to me. I can fucking proof it right now by snapping her tiny neck!”

Arabella used the opportunity of him being disconcerted. She kneed his shin and shoved him.

Darting to the door, she yanked the handle but it was locked.

“Get the fuck back here!”

Arabella ignored him and gripped the key by the nightstand.

“I’ll fucking kill…”

She knew what he was about to say and she didn’t want to stay back to see how he’d do so.

She twisted the key in the lock and her eyes widened as he moved towards her. “Stay the fuck away from me!”

Ignoring her words, he moved towards her in three long strides and tugged her back into the bed.

He gripped the dress she was wearing, shredding it and he parted her thighs. One of his hands gripped her hand and he locked her legs with his thighs as he thrashed around whilst his free hand undid the zipper of his pants.

He shifted her pants to a side and thrust into her. His mouth covered hers, drowning her cries and he shoved his hands through her white hair.

“You are a sick bastard.” She said muffled against his mouth. “You are forcing me!”

“No, Cara Mia,” Sandro grunted whilst desperately attempting to incite a response from her.

He flipped her and made her stay on her knees before thrusting into her again, from behind.

His hand gripped her hair and he smacked her backside gently before caressing.

“Sandro…” Arabella bit her lower lip. Her body trembled and she heaved a deep breath. She didn’t want to feel anything but as hard as she tried, she couldn’t.

Somehow she craved him. She wanted him to fuck her and used her as he desired.

“Call me master.”

“Master.” Arabella gasped. His dick pushed into her pussy more and she could feel only his balls out.

She gripped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Bitch,” Sandro grunted. His hand tightened on her hair as he went on fucking her.

‘Our mate is the best.’

The annoying voice again, Sandro mused and tried to concentrate on Arabella’s luscious body rather than what Lace was saying.

“She’s nothing.”

‘She’s your mate and Luna queen. The woman who’ll carry your children…’

Sandro stilled. Hastily, he slipped out of Arabella and he furrowed his brows.

Arabella did the same as she gazed at the confusion on his face. “What’s wrong?” She croaked out and cleared her voice.

“Are you on pills?”

Arabella bit her lip and glanced down. Her cheeks reddened and she berated herself for having sex without birth control.

Agitated, Sandro moved towards her. “Are you fucking on pills?!”

Arabella shook her head and he wrapped the duvet around her.

“Cristo!” Sandro exclaimed shoving his hand through his hair. “Do you hate me this much? Why the hell are you not on birth control?!”

“Because there was no need to be until you forced me. I was a fucking virgin until you had your way with me!”

Annoyed he gripped her neck and pressed down on it. “Why the hell do you always raise your voice at me?”

‘Stop, you’ll kill her.’ Lace whimpered.

“Fucking stop it, Lace! She’s the enemy and you should feel nothing for her.”

“What do you mean?” Arabella asked whilst searching to see who he was talking to.

Climbing down from bed, he clutched his body and let out an ear-splitting howl. He gripped the vest he donned, shredding it.

Arabella trembled. She didn’t know what was going on. It was her first time seeing him in this manner and she wondered if he was always that way.

“What’s wrong?”

“Stay the fuck away from me!” He roared.

Startled, Arabella stayed put where she was and watched as he fought with himself.

“Please stop.” She said not knowing what to do. Her voice cracked. “Of course, I’ll leave and never come back. Just stop it. You are scaring me.”

After a while, Sandro raised his head and gazed at her. His once sea-green eyes were red-rimmed and tears here on his cheeks likewise the cut he had inflicted on himself.

“Stay and don’t leave.” He said.

She gazed at him and wondered how he could easily switch emotions. He was screaming a while ago, and no, he looked as though nothing had happened. Save for the torn vest still on him.

He walked to the door and turned. “You’ll be warming my bed.”

Arabella watched as he stepped out of the room, she walked to the bed, sat on it and her hand covered her face.