Beautiful Trouble: A Dark Mafia Romance

There was pain and pleasure in equal measure, and Winter whispered my name, begging me to keep going as her body worked harder and harder. I lost control, lost all sense of time, and there was only my Winter, only her pussy and the incredible pleasure we made together, thrusting over and over again, my fingers rubbing her clit, teasing her nipples, spanking her ass.

We came together in a gasping, rough chorus of moans. I filled her to the brim as her pussy clenched down on my shaft. It was the release we both needed, all our stress and pain flooding out in a sudden rush of orgasm.

Afterwards, I sat on the chair with her in my lap. Her bare pussy was still slick and rubbed against my cock. I was half hard again in minutes after finishing.

She smiled, nuzzled my neck. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“When you’re a married man, are you going to change? Are you going to treat me like a captive forever, or am I going to be your wife?”

“That depends entirely on you. Do you want to be my wife? Or am I always going to wonder if you’re going to run off one day?”

“I think you’ll always wonder.” She smiled, her teeth white, pretty lips swollen and glistening. “I think I want you on edge.”

“I bet you do.” I ran my thumb down her pouty mouth. “But I’ll admit something right now, and only because I’m feeling very fond of you at the moment.”

“I hope so. You just came so deep, I think you’re still dripping out.”

I laughed softly and kissed her neck. “I’m already changing. I told you, I should be out there fighting, and if you weren’t here, I would be.”

“I never asked for any of this.”

“I know. I don’t blame you.”

She lapsed into silence. I enjoyed our closeness—the deep breaths, her smell overwhelming everything around me—but eventually she went back to her room and left me alone to ponder the course of this war and our future marriage, and whether or not she really would be an equal partner in whatever life I pictured for the two of us.

21

Winter

Three days can feel like forever, or they can slip by like a leaf in rushing water. I went to bed that night after the bridal boutique fiasco aching between my legs and smiling at the sweet memory of Darren’s thick cock deep inside of me—and wondering if fucking him was becoming too easy and too good—then found myself thrown headlong into pure and utter mania.

Charleigh went buck wild. It was scary to watch. She was a general and the manor staff were her soldiers. The kitchens worked overtime, prepping appetizers, dinners, desserts, breads, cakes, pies, all sorts of stuff I’d never seen before and wasn’t allowed to touch (Charleigh: “Wouldn’t want to gain any weight now, darling, since there’s no time to have the dress altered.” Which was just about the worst thing possible to say). A tent was erected on the lawn and chairs were brought out. Invitations were drafted, printed, and—somehow, miraculously—mailed out via special courier.

Through it all, I was hustled from one place to the next, asked my opinion, and completely ignored.

Not that I minded. I got to spend a lot of time with Penny, which was nice. We joked and laughed and teased her mother, who seemed utterly oblivious to it all. Erin hovered around the edges of everything, always on her phone, never engaging, which was fine by me.

Darren wasn’t around much. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I had my guesses, and it was likely very dangerous.

It was better if I didn’t know.

The first two days were a whirlwind. The third day was the calm before the storm.

I sat out by the pool with Penny watching an inflatable alligator drift past. “I’m surprised you guys have blow-up animals for this thing.”

Penny squinted. “You know, I don’t remember when we got that.”

“Charleigh acquired it, I’m sure. It’s a free range, vintage, antique blow-up animal.”

“Made of the finest vinyl and plastic available.”

We laughed and I almost thought I knew what it was like to have a sister—or at least I was reminded of what it was like to be with Cassie all the time.

I tried not to think about her too much. I knew she was safe with Roman. He adored her and would rather kill himself than let her get hurt. And since I made Darren swear not to touch her, I knew she was practically invincible at the moment.

But I missed the little things. Laughing with her, sitting on the couch and watching stupid movies together, chatting about podcasts and the bar and the locals, lying out on the beach and scoping out hot guys, that sort of thing. She was my other half and the closest thing I’d ever had to a soulmate.