Page 27 of My Solemn Vow (The Mafia Arrangement #1)

VALOR

THE CONSUMMATION

Being between her legs is glorious. From the way she writhed, resisting her building desire to touch me, it was expected she would break. I want her to break.

If she had any idea of how I want to push her to every breaking point she has, maybe she would fight. Well, more than the adorable attempt to make me eat her further.

I grab my belt from the bed beside her. Antonella doesn’t object as I grip her wrists and bind them tight. After restraining her arms, I drag them above her head as I close in on top of her, rendering her helpless against what I’ll do to her.

“Leave those there, or I’ll punish you with it.”

Her eyes go wide, like she’s truly afraid, but there’s no fear in the air. No, only her natural, sweet smell and the sticky scent of arousal fill the room. She wets her lips and nods.

I lean down and kiss her, exploring her mouth with my tongue, letting her taste herself.

She kisses me back like her life depends on it, rocking her body up against mine.

The intensity between us is undeniable .

I stroke my cock. Not because I’m soft but because I’m already dripping pre-cum and this kiss is testing my patience.

I lower myself until my chest presses against hers and line myself up with her entrance.

A gentleman would have finger fucked her first. He’d have let her come, but I’m neither gentle nor man. And I need her to bleed for me.

It’s painful to slowly inch into Antonella’s tight pussy. Her cunt grips me so well that it’s hard to take her sweetly. “Fuck, Antonella, do you have any idea how good your cunt is? So tight and wet.”

Antonella’s stopped breathing, her body rigid. Her eyes are closed, and she’s holding perfectly still. The pain in her expression isn’t the good kind. It isn’t what will lead to her pleasure. I don’t revel in making her hurt like this.

I kiss her again and draw myself out of her, already missing her warmth. “Talk to me, darling.”

She scrunches her features. “I’m good.”

I don’t love the way she isn’t looking at me, but even if she wants to revoke her consent, it can’t happen. We both have reasons to finish this act. I can make this terrible experience up for her later.

“Then I’ll take you.”

Antonella nods.

Did I misread her?

When I don’t move, she opens her eyes. Her pupils have practically taken over her irises.

She likes the bad pain?

I thrust into her fully, sheathing myself inside her. She screams out, her eyes clenched tightly, but it turns into a moan. After a few more deep thrusts, she raises her hips to meet mine.

“Valor.” She gasps, and her eyes open. They’re pleading and soft. “More.”

“You like that?” I kiss her and then murmur against her lips, “ You like me owning your pussy? That’s it, isn’t it, Antonella? You’re so much wetter because I fucked you hard.”

“Please,” Antonella groans. Her pussy flutters around my cock, the sensation sending a tingle down my spine. “Valor.”

“Yes, darling.” I kiss her lips again. “I’ll use you like the good little wife you are.”

I thrust into her and pull almost entirely out before slamming my hips back into her.

Tears well in her eyes, but she’s still pushing her hips up to meet mine. Her hands stay mostly above her head, but she’s gripping the sheets and yet trying to pull toward me.

“You look so pretty crying for me,” I praise between thrusts.

Her eyelids are heavy with lust, so I shift my weight to one elbow and grind into her as I bring my fingers down her body.

With my middle and index fingers, I slide through her sensitive flesh. Tightening them against her clit, I rub in the same rhythm of my hips.

I squeeze a little harder, and her pussy tightens around my cock. She was already so tight, but this is practically strangling. I’m on the edge of my own orgasm trying to outlast her. And finally, with two strokes of my cock and working her clit faster, Antonella’s body tightens.

She screams and goes rigid. The only muscles not locked up are the ones pulsing around my cock.

My orgasm hits me hard, and I let it take me from the state of vigilance to letting my guard down. I drive into her one last time and keep myself deep inside her, pushing cum into her cunt.

Antonella gasps and writhes, her body bucking up into me.

She’s so fucking perfect.

“Fuck, that’s it, darling. Take what you need from me.” My balls throb as she milks every last drop from me.

I can’t take watching her anymore. I need to taste more, to feel more. I kiss her frantically until both of us finally slump, relaxing from our releases.

Pulling out of her and leaving the heaven that is her pussy is a disappointment. I’m drunk on the feeling of her, and I already want more.

She turns her head toward me, blinking, her widened pupils more sensitive to the low light coming in from the windows. The post-sex glow painting her skin further ingrains her in my brain.

My wife.

I lick her slick from my fingers, hoping she sees how much I love the way she tastes, and a slight copper taste hits me. Thank God.

“Holy shit,” Antonella whispers, lifting her still-bound hands from above her head momentarily before putting them back where I left them.

I effortlessly release her from the belt, and when I do, she brings her arms down and rests her hands on her stomach.

“Yeah, okay, dick... better than expected,” she murmurs. “So much better than expected.”

The confession strokes my ego, the pride swelling in my chest. Who wouldn’t like to hear their woman loves their dick? My woman. It’s true, and I know it, but accepting it isn’t as daunting as before.

“Should have done that before.” She sighs, eyes falling closed.

No. I dislike that. It’s better this way. The possessive nature of wolves would have me hunting down her past male partners. It’s best that she never had another man before me. I want to tell her that but don’t. Now is not the time to explain being a shifter.

But as my post-sex high fades, the disgusting reminder of reality sinks in. I scent the air, and the coppery note of blood confirms what I tasted on my fingers. Guilt runs in waves down my spine. Did I go too hard, or is it the strain of the first fuck ?

Antonella’s eyes are still closed.

“I’m sorry, darling. You have to get up.” I kiss her nose and then her lips.

She groans, opening her eyes. “Okay. Just a minute, still lightheaded. Too good.”

I don’t know that I’ve ever gotten such sweet praise.