Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season 7)

“There, exactly where I want you.” His hands went to her ass as he eased her up, and then his cock was at her entrance. He lowered her back down and she took him deep inside her. Closing her eyes, she sank her teeth into her lip. “You’re the only woman I want to fuck. You’re the only person I want in my bed. Whenever I want to fuck, I’ll come home to you, or I’ll call you to come to me. I want you, Bella, every second of every fucking day, and that’s not going to change.” He grabbed her hips and guided her over his length. Klaus set the pace and she followed his direction. Her head fell back as he thrust up inside her.

His hands slid up to cup her breasts. He sat, gripping her neck and tugging her down as he kissed her.

Klaus held her down on him, ravishing her lips as he pounded his cock inside her. One hand at the base of her back kept her in place. The pleasure was different. He didn’t get as deep, but she felt every inch of him as he slid in and pulled out. In and out. Klaus rolled them over so he dominated. He took hold of her hands, lifting them above her head as he captured her mouth.

“Fuck my cock, baby. Let me feel you.”

He’d taught her how to thrust her hips, to push herself onto him, fucking herself with his dick. She moaned as the angle had her clit rubbing against him. He’d slid his hand between them, spreading the lips of her sex open so she was exposed against his flesh.

For several minutes, he allowed her to keep the pace, to have her fun with his cock, and then he took over, holding her down to the bed as he rode her hard.

She could do no more than submit to him, and it felt so good. In Klaus’s arms and bed, she learned to be herself and to trust him. He hadn’t let her down, nor had he given her cause to not believe him. He was a tender and fierce lover. She didn’t know which man she was going to get until he unleashed either in their bed.

As she screamed his name, he kissed her hard, swallowing down all her cries of pleasure.

With the friction of their bodies, she came hard, but Klaus didn’t give her time to grow accustomed to the pleasure. He pounded inside her, finding his own release and flooding her body with his cum.

Their hands were still locked together as she smiled up at him. Perspiration covered their skin, and he kissed her again.

“This is how it’s going to be, morning, noon, and night. You’re the only woman I want, Bella. All you’ve got to do is give yourself to me and trust me and my word. I’m not like my father, or yours.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“He’s planning something. You’ll need to be cautious when we’re back.”

“I don’t want to see him, Klaus. He … scares me.”

“You have nothing to be afraid of.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “After what happened on our wedding night, he’s going to try and hurt you.”

He nodded.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” she said. The thought of Klaus not coming home to her hurt more than she could even bear.

“I’m not going to let anything happen. Your father won’t get the best of me, that I can guarantee.” He kissed her again.

She wanted to tell him how she felt, but the truth was, she wasn’t entirely sure how she did feel. When they were alone like this, she had no doubt she was falling for him. How could she not? She’d yet to truly see the monster. The man he’d been on their wedding night, he’d held back the true person he was. She’d seen the restraint he possessed. One day, she would see the monster, and she hoped that deep down, she would still recognize Klaus, the man who’d rescued her.

Chapter Six

“What were you thinking?” asked Marcel.

His father paced in the living room of the family home, his arms wildly animating as he spoke. Klaus had stopped in to pick up a contract from his brother Renzo but was ambushed by his father.

“He deserved what he got,” said Klaus, popping an olive in his mouth. He waved away the chef in case things got ugly.

“This wedding was to create peace.”

“And it has,” said Klaus. He knew the calm was only temporary. One day, Lastra would want revenge.

“People have been talking ever since the wedding night. Lastra is obsessed with revenge. You humiliated him in front of everyone who matters.”

“He shouldn’t have touched my wife.”

“She wasn’t your wife before the wedding day, Klaus. You’re not putting the good of the family first. As the oldest son, it’s your duty. You’ve said so yourself.”