Captured by the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 2)
Slipping on some boxers and a tee, I go to check on Mariana. Opening her door, she isn’t in her bed. It’s still made. “What the fuck?”
I grab my phone and call Luigi. I don’t give a fuck how late it is. “Where is she?”
“She?”
“Yes. Where is Mariana?”
“I don’t know. She was there when I gave her your message.”
“How was she? Did she fucking freak out or something?”
“No. Not that I remember. She seemed calm. Do you need to go on the hunt for her?” he grunts, clearly asleep.
“I need to find her right now.”
“Shouting down the house works.” She yawns, looking like she just woke up.
“Never mind, Luigi.” I end the call and turn my attention to her. “Where the hell were you?”
“I fell asleep in the library.” I pull her into my arms to calm my racing heart. “Did you just get out of the shower?”
“Yes. I thought you left.”
“You thought I left, so you showered?”
“No. I showered and then came to say goodnight to you and you were gone.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m going to kiss you right now.”
“Okay.” I lose control and slam my mouth onto hers, walking her backward toward her bed. I lift her up and put her in the center of the bed. Parting her legs, I grind my cock on her mound. “I missed the fuck out of you, angel face.”
“I missed you too.”
“Marry me.”
“Yes.” I slide the ring on her finger. “Thank you, bella mia.” I grind my hips forward as I kiss her lips. She wraps her legs around my waist, rocking her pussy against my shaft and the pleasure’s instant and too much to handle.
Freezing, I pull her legs off my body. “But I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“We need to stop, or I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.”
“Okay. Let’s stop.” She nods, kissing my chin and jaw.
“Okay,” I agree even though I continue to kiss her and the second we come up for air, I lift her blouse over her head, revealing her perfect tits to my eyes. My hands massage one sexy breast while my mouth sucks on her fucking pebbled nipples. I grip each one and lavish attention back and forth, unable to quell the panic that sets in my bones. She can’t leave if she’s carrying my baby. I kneel and grab her shorts, tugging them off, taking her panties with them.
“Nero.”
“Mariana,” I utter in reverence. Her hands go to the hem of my shirt and she helps me pull it off. “I can’t stop. Please tell me you understand.”
“I need you, Nero.”
“This is forever, Mariana. I’m not going to ever let you go.”
“I love you, Nero.”
“Please say it again,” I beg her as I play with her soaked pussy.
“I love you,” she moans.
“I love you so damn much.” I kick away my boxers and line my cock up with her wet slit and slowly push my way into her tight channel. Claiming her as mine feels too damn good to care about breaking my promise and taking her innocence with mine.
She’s going to be my wife anyway. Her thighs flex as she presses her feet into the mattress, arching for more. We fuck wildly like the newbies we are until I can’t hang on any longer. Pinching her clit, I take Mariana with me, falling hard over the edge and shooting my load deep inside her womb.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that so soon.”
“Don’t worry. Your aunt and Aria’s mom are already planning our wedding.”
“Are they?”
“Yes.” I chuckle and ask, “Do they know I’m not waiting weeks to marry you?”
“Yes. They said they only need a week.”
“Good. Very good. Now, Mariana, I need you to know something.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s hard to discuss. See. I’ve never…”
“I know. They told me about the Bianchi men and their promise. I’m sorry I made you break it.” She cradles my face with her soft hands, I kiss her palms and then kiss her lips.
“You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do. In fact, all I want to do is repeat it all again.”
“Maybe in the morning?” she suggests.
“I’m suddenly very sleepy,” I say; my orgasm wiping me out. I pull out of her tight warmth with my cock still quite hard and covered in a mixture of her blood with our releases.
“Are you leaving me?”
“Never.” I scoop her up and carry her to where she belongs.
We enter our bedroom and I close the door, locking it before leading her to our bed. “What are we doing here?”
“We’re gonna sleep,” I promise.
“But this is your bedroom.”
“It’s where you should have been to begin with, but I was afraid of how much I wanted you even though I didn’t think you felt the same way.” We slide under the covers, and she rests her head on my chest.
“I’m yours, Nero.”
“Let’s sleep.” I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone. I quickly send Dom a text, even though he’s probably asleep. Rule’s broken. Wedding in a week, no later. Love you all.