Married to the mafia boss Series

Charlotte

Forget…

I’m listening and heeding my sister’s advice to forget and decide on the kind of day I’m going to have. I’ve just come to the end of the day after a long day of battling with myself on what to do.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

If I’d stuck to the plan and gone with what I’m aiming for, I would have left things the way they were this morning. Him leaving me, believing I didn’t love him anymore.

That was the part that got me. I couldn’t do it.

Now I’m torn because I’m not supposed to be doing this either.

It’s like jumping into an ant’s nest and waiting to be attacked. It feels like that because of who he is. Gabriel Giordano, part of the Giordano crime family and I know them to be exactly that.

Yet when I look at him and we’re like this he doesn’t feel that way to me, he’s Gabe.

And while I know if I want to follow the plan and leave this life behind I shouldn’t be having this moment, I can’t help myself.

Is there even a choice though?

He asserts his dominance over me with the way he devours my mouth and the way he presses my hands to his cock. Feeling a man like this so aroused for me has the effect of making me melt. I melt beneath his touch and submit to the will he exerts over me. The same force and magnitude that tells me, in the possessive way he touches me, that he wants to claim me and make me his.

Right now I want him to do just that.

Screw the fucking past and anything that’s not right now.

He kisses me and I crave being his goddess again. I crave, thirst and hunger for it.

A sharp breath escapes my lips as he presses me hard into the wall so he can kiss me harder. I smooth my hands into his spiky hair, encouraging him to kiss me however he wants. And he does.

When he pulls away though it’s like heat has left my body, but his fingers brushing against the skin of my shoulder returns it. He grabs my jacket, pushes it back and rips the straps of my dress to get it off me.

It floats to the ground and pools at my feet leaving me in my bra and panties. He undoes the little butterfly clasp keeping my bra together and my breasts spill out bobbing toward him invitingly, my nipples puckered and aching for his touch. Aching to be tasted the way he used to taste me.

He growls and shoves the bra down my shoulders and all I can do is hold on to his powerful shoulders when he tastes my left nipple and sucks hard on the tip. He sucks hard and my pussy aches with the need for him to be inside me.

I was already wet from his kisses, now I’m so wet I’m sure I’m dripping with the need.

What I love about this is it’s him.

It’s him. Gabe.

Not anybody else I don’t want touching me. I don’t even want to think of their names or remember their faces.

I always wondered what would happen to me if I were lucky enough to get close to anybody ever again. Would I remember the years of abuse?

It’s not the kind of thing you forget, yet his touch is enchanting enough to lull me into him. It’s enough to wipe my brain clean and be here in this moment with him and enjoy him.

He starts alternating from one breast to the other, taking as much of the flesh into his mouth. The sight of which is so hot I feel the rise of my orgasm building with each suckle.

He knows and the wicked smile that lights up his face as he moves back a fraction to look at me is enough to confirm his knowledge of what he is doing to me.

He looks at me for a few seconds and I almost come back to reality. It scares me and I grip on to his shoulders with the fear.

“Don’t… don’t stop touching me… please don’t stop touching me,” I plead with desperation emanating from my voice.

He rests his hand above me and now the wicked smile dances on his lips. His full sensual lips that were made for kissing and pleasure.

“I do not fucking plan to.” He assures me and in that moment he smooths his hand over my mound, moves the white lace of my panties aside and pushes two fingers straight inside my pussy.

My knees turn to water and give from under me. They give and I crumble. He catches me with his other hand and holds me up so he can finger fuck me with his other hand.

Fast and faster he moves and thrusts, pressing against my clit. I try to catch my breath then gasp for it when he captures my mouth again for a wild kiss. We kiss against the wall while he holds me in place so he can go deeper and deeper inside me.

The wildness he kissed me with taints his eyes when he pulls away and back. He pulls his fingers out of me too and licks off the glistening juice that coats his ring and forefinger. Watching him savor the taste of me, like I’m some rare exotic dish, is unreal.

It’s completely unreal, but what’s better than that is watching him shrug off his clothes. The white button-up shirt comes off first, revealing how much he’s changed since the last time I saw him. More muscle that’s so defined lines his abs and makes my mouth water.

My gaze runs over his body and lingers on his happy trail. I can’t resist the urge to touch him there. I run my fingers over the fine hairs that lead down past his belt buckle. Then I run my fingers up to a tattoo he didn’t have when we were together. It’s the roman numerals for the number ten. It looks cool on him.

“We can explore all we want later goddess, I need you now.” He gives me a lopsided grin filled with mischief. He does the sexiest thing ever by leaning close again so he’s inches away from my lips and he’s giving me that smile again. “Can I have you?”

Permission.

He’s being sexy and cool, but he would never know what it means to be asked. And for me to say, “yes.”

So many things feel like freedom today.

“Good girl.” He growls. He then undoes his belt buckle and shoves his pants and boxers down allowing his cock to spring free from the entrapment and jut toward me.

I look at it and reach out to touch it, running my fingers over the hard length that hardens even more against my touch.

“You get to play with that later.” He promises and turns me to face the wall.

His heavy hand runs down my back and over the cheeks of my ass.

Heat washes over me in wild flames when he slides off my panties and pulls them down my legs.

I kick them off and the minute I do I feel the fat head of his cock pressing against my pussy lips. Then he plunges deep inside me. My body welcomes him. I’m so wet and ready for him that my body welcomes his thick cock that fills me up completely. So completely that he leaves me gasping and clutching at the wall for support.

When he starts moving inside me my knees buckle and the grip of his hands on my hips keeps me from falling over. Definitely when he starts pounding hard into me then fucking. It’s all I can describe it as because it’s not the sensual way he handled me when he first made love to me and it’s not like the times after that we spent enjoying each other that first night. This is raw, carnal fucking and he drives into me so hard my breasts bounce painfully against my chest.

It’s the kind of pain that feels so damn good. Each thrust sends me reeling and closer to the edge making me want more. More of him, so much more.

And fuck… as the climax rises to the highest level pushing me up the crescendo of bliss I feel the greed of a wild orgasm take me. It’s the first real one that I’ve felt in years. From a man that wants me, from a man who calls me goddess and I feel exactly like that. I cry out as the orgasm grips me. I’m so close to the brink and I know I’m about to fall right over. I’m about to fall and I can’t wait to.

He drives into me, pumping in a pure animalistic need and the sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the room mingling with my mindless moans of pleasure and his groans of pure male satisfaction.

The sound fills me and pushes me right over and I scream into my release, moaning into it and the pleasure ripples through each fiber of my being.

“You feel so fucking good Charlotte. Too fucking good, Goddess.” He growls and pulls out of me.

He pulls out momentarily only to flip me around and pick me up so I can wrap my legs around him. When his cock plunges back into me raw passion starts to coil again. This position feels so amazing.

“Gabe…” I breathe and cup his face as he drives into me.

“That’s right baby. I hope you’re getting a good reminder…” He says through clenched teeth.

“Yessss,” I cry.

Reminder?

I got the full blown revision class with notes and flashcards to jog my memory. Fuck, I’m coming again and his cock feels even bigger inside me. The vein in his neck pulses and he pushes me against the wall again, this time though the pleasure takes us so bad that we knock over the coat stand and it falls to the ground knocking over a vase.

He doesn’t notice. Gabe presses me right into the wall so he can fuck me harder.

“I’m coming.” I throw my head back and I come and come again. It’s just been minutes since the first orgasm but with the way he’s rutting into me I can’t be surprised.

He growls deep and low into his own release that has him pounding home into me in a wild frenzy of relentless thrusts.

“Oh God…. Fuck!” I don’t even recognize my own voice when it pours from me.

Hot cum sprays into me as he comes. He thunders into me and the spray of him inside me warms my whole being.

He slows with a series of subtle pumps and stops. When he does he pulls me closer. The two of us are dripping with sweat and breathing so hard neither of us can catch our breath.

I move to look at him and he kisses me then holds my face.

“You will stay tonight. You will stay. I won’t have this night without you. You hear me?”

I nod slowly, but surely. No was never an option.

Never even entered my mind to say it because I can’t have this night without him either.