Beautiful Trouble: A Dark Mafia Romance

“What?”

“I won’t force you. Just because you’re my wife doesn’t mean I own you. But I won’t hold back, either.”

“Good,” I said, resuming. His buttons came undone, one after the other, until his gorgeous, muscular body revealed itself. “I don’t want you to go easy on my account.”

That got a growl of desire from the back of his throat. I took his shirt off and he unhooked my bra. His hands palmed my breasts as he kissed me and steered me back to the bed.

I wasn’t afraid of it anymore.

I moaned as his hand slipped between my legs. I was soaked through and dizzy with a sudden overwhelming desire. His fingers slid inside and teased my clit as we kissed faster, furious and intense, our first real act as man and wife. I moaned into that kiss, moaned for my husband’s incredible lips as much as for the way he touched me, and gasped as he turned me around and pulled my panties off.

He licked me from behind, teasing my clit, my pussy, every inch of me. He spanked my ass hard and when I looked back, lips parted, his eyes blazed.

“Too hard?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, not yet.”

“Good.” He grabbed my hair and spanked me again. I gasped in shock and he eased the pain by teasing my clit. The mingling of pleasure made my spine flare bright. “I’ve been thinking about taking you out of that dress all day. You look so fucking good in white, love. So goddamn perfect. All I wanted to do was ruin you. Make you fucking dirty.”

“You think you can do that?”

“I know I can.” He spanked me harder. I gasped in shock then moaned as he buried his fingers inside. “Most men pretend they want something virginal and pure and clean, but not me, love. I wanted you filthy and wet and moaning. I want you coming and begging for more. I want you on your knees, your hands behind your back, and my cock in your pretty mouth. I want you riding my shaft, again and again, until you can’t take another second. I want ecstasy and agony and everything between.”

His pants came off. His cock was rock hard, stiff and long. I looked over my shoulder as he put my right knee up onto the bed.

I was dripping and swollen as he pushed himself inside.

I gasped, back arching. He filled me to the brim from behind and began to fuck me faster. I moaned and he grabbed my hair, slapped my ass, taking my hips. I pushed back and rode him, panting, moaning, getting lost in the pleasure, wanting every inch of his cock.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispered. I leaned back, kissed him, and let him tease my breasts. “Your body was built for mine. Every inch of your tight cunt drives me wild with need. You understand that, don’t you? That’s why you want this. You can’t help yourself.”

“Darren,” I whispered.

“That’s why you consented to marrying me. You want this every night. Tell me you’re my filthy wife.”

“I’m yours,” I moaned.

“Say it. You’re my filthy fucking wife.”

“I’m your filthy wife.” Saying the words sent a sudden thrill down my spine. I’d never said anything like that before—never given in to a man like this in my life.

He pulled back and turned me around. He pressed me back onto the bed then crawled on top of me, kissed my lips like a hungry demon, and slid back inside.

He fucked me, looking into my eyes. I moaned, gripping the sheets, and he took me hard, passion dripping off him in heavy droplets, every muscle in his body crisp and beautiful. I wanted him to take me as far as he could go—take me past the point of no return.

“If you want me to make you come every single night, I’ll give that to you,” he whispered. His cock fit me so perfectly. He was so intensely focused on me, all of him laser-sharp and present in the moment. I thought he was an arrogant bastard the first time we met, and I wasn’t wrong—but he had a reason to be.

He made me feel better than I ever could’ve pictured. I came in a gasping mess of moans and begging, and he kept going, finishing deep between my legs. We climaxed together, and slowly came down, sweating and breathing hard.

He kissed my neck. “Welcome to the first night of your life.”

I laughed, too exhausted and dizzy with post-orgasm haze to respond.

After a few minutes in his arms, I kissed his chest and went to the bathroom. As I passed his dresser, I noticed a box on top.

“I had one of the staff bring that up.” Darren watched me with sharp eyes. “From Cassie?”

I nodded and stared at it. “Roman’s assistant brought it.”