Taking the Mafia Princess

“Calm ye head. I’d never hurt ye, but fuck if ye think I’d let ye walk out of my life so easily. I have one question for ye. Who do ye want to be with?” I already knew that she could never be with him even if she wanted. I walked around the bed, sitting by her with my hand slowly creeping up her slender thighs that I missed wrapped around my head. My fingers teased under her panties and skimmed along her seam.

She stuttered out, “You, but it’s not safe. He’s going to come after you.”

“No, ye are definitely not safe. Ye are nothing but trouble, princess, but ye don’t have to worry about that arse.”

“You can’t be sure. He followed us to Ireland and contacted me. He has resources,” she exclaimed, shaking her head nervously about the bastard. I hated that she was frightened by him. I was happy that I didn’t waste time and let that fucker live.

“I know, but he messed with the wrong man. He’s dead, Silvia,” I told her.

“You killed him?” she cried clearly upset by that tidbit. I couldn’t say that I cared for the fact that she lived with and loved thugs, but she’d get over it.

“There was no way in hell I was letting him take ye from me.” I dropped my head and stole a kiss from her. I refused to let her get mad. “Ye’re mine, princess.”

“Untie me, Declan,” she demanded, pouting prettily up at me.

I reach over her head and grab at the ties, but I stopped and sat back. “No, I like ye that way. Ye’re unable to use yer hands.

“Damn it, Declan. Let me go,” she shouted.

“Never,” I stated, standing up off the bed. I lifted off my shirt. Her eyes widened up as they ran over my chest. “Why are ye wearing my shirt, princess?”

“Because it’s mine now.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I wanted you with me.”

“Ye got me, princess.” I leaned down and kissed her mouth, sliding my hand under her shirt and cupping her breasts.

“I’m so sorry, Declan. I didn’t mean those things I said,” she cried.

“I know. I know. Don’t cry little one. I fucking love ye and nothing is going to stop me from showing ye.”

“I love you so much, cowboy.” I reached up and tugged the knot, freeing her hands. I took them in mine and brought them to my lips. A moan escaped her mouth as I dragged my tongue over her wrist, then kissed each one.

“I’m sorry, but I want ye to understand that I’m not like yer ex or yer family, but I’ll never let someone take ye from me. I’d protect ye anyway I could.”

“I need you, Declan,” she admitted. “I hoped you would come for me.”

“Always. I told ye this was forever, princess.” I raised the shirt over her head, grazing my hands over her perfect, plump tits. She moaned, and I couldn’t pass on getting more of them. I climbed between her legs, nudging them apart with my knees and bent my head to take her hardening nipple in my mouth. We were only parted for a day, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe without her. I reached to the other one and cupped her flesh. I pushed them together, moving back and forth until she thrust her hips up into steel-hard cock.

“Take me, Declan,” she commanded, and without hesitation, I released her to take off my pants and boxers and climb back between her thighs because I couldn’t wait to be inside her again. Every bone in my body ached to claim her and show her that she belonged to me, only me. I didn’t tear off her panties. Instead, I lazily pulled them down. My hands intentionally lingering on her heated skin.

I rubbed the head of my cock over her mound then past her glistening wet curls. Just the tip entered, and I nearly came. Thoughts of the bastard entered my head, helping fight the need to come, but then a new wave of jealousy hit me. Would she have let him do this to her if it meant I was safe? Would she learn to enjoy his touch?

“If he’d touched ye, I would have made his death slow and painful,” I growled, thrusting into her and slamming my mouth onto hers. She gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I wouldn’t let him touch me. I would have admitted it to my dad when we landed. He threatened to crash their plane.” Fuck, it hurt that she really believed that fuck had the power.

“No more talk about him,” I stated, kissing her and pumping into her. Her nails dug into my scalp as she moaned out against my mouth. Feel like a beast, I grunted, “That’s right. Grab on, baby. We’re in for a long ride.” I felt her orgasm build and tear through her body, causing my animalistic desire for her to take over.