The Mafia's Pet

Chapter 44

Vanessa

"What's wrong, Mama?" he inquires, his eyes searching mine, a mix of concern and curiosity evident in his voice. But his gaze is still guarded, his walls still firmly in place.

I chew on my lip. "Nothing. This...Everything is just really overwhelming," I mutter, avoiding his intense stare. The weight of unspoken truths hangs in the air, but I'm not ready to confront them just yet.

He hums thoughtfully. "We can stay in here for a while. They'll think we couldn't wait to consummate the marriage."

I grimace in disgust. "In the church? Really?"

Why am I surprised? I just get my ass spanked and sucked his dick a few rooms down from here.

"You're my wife now. I can fuck you whenever and wherever." He brushes a thumb across my lips. "Although, you don't have to worry about that happening here. We'll save that for tonight."

Fear flashes across my face. "I thought you said-"

He chuckles, an arrogant smile curling his lips. "Yes, Vanessa. I plan to have you begging for my cock before the night is over."

"I-I'm never having sex with you," I retort, sounding way less than confident. It would be wrong to give my virginity to my fake mob boss husband. Even if my body is begging for him to take it.

Why should I let him touch me ever again? Our attraction is only physical and giving him my virginity will tear down the last of my resistance.

His lips graze my neck, and the warmth of his breath sends a shiver down my spine. "We'll see about that," he murmurs in my ear. "You were such an eager little slut with my dick feeding that pretty mouth of yours. I can tell it won't take much to convince you otherwise."

"That's not-"

The large bulge in his pants presses into me, and heat punches in my gut.

Fuck.

His voice drops to a seductive whisper, "I bet I can take your innocence right here, right now. Is that what you want, wife? For me to fuck you on this bathroom floor?"

He traces a path with the tip of his tongue up my neck and then takes my earlobe into his mouth with a gentle suction. I stifle a moan, my arousal dripping down my thighs.

Come on, Vanessa. Get a hold of yourself. Don't let him win.

Before I can recompose, he drops down onto his knees and lifts my dress. "What are you doing?" I ask in a breathless whisper.

"I need a taste of my wife's pussy. It will hold me over until tonight." His head disappears underneath the fabric of my dress and my stomach clenches as he slides my thong to the side. A sharp breath escapes me as he sucks my clit into his mouth without warning.

"Oh, God!" I scream.

I can't believe he's doing this. I remember Danny saying I wasn't worth putting his mouth on, but here he is tasting me, worshiping me like he'll never be able to get enough.

"Yes, Mama. I am your God. Your husband. Your everything," he growls in conviction. My eyes roll back in my head as he devours me like he didn't just eat a steak the size of a small mammal ten minutes ago.

I struggle to stifle my moans, attempting to keep them as soft as possible. Like a man on a mission, he lifts one of my legs before draping it over his shoulder. Then he does the same with the other. The strong strokes of his tongue make my back arch, but he holds me steadily in place against the wall.

When the dress continues to get in the way, he growls like a feral animal before the sound of fabric tearing resonates in the air.

The second dress he has ruined today.

His tongue spears me and I scream his name, digging my nails into his scalp. He grips my ass in both of his hands as he fucks me mercilessly.

Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupts us and the intensity of my impending orgasm diminishes at once.

"What?" Diego says loudly enough for whoever it is to hear, lifting his head from between my thighs.

Danny opens the door. "Jefe, the jet is ready to go."

"Jet?" I ask curiously.

Diego's dark eyes meet mine. "Yes, Mama. We're about to leave for our honeymoon."