Ruthless Mafia 27

They entered the hotel suite, and she looked around noting the king-sized bed and the rose petals strewn across the
duvet cover.
“Pretty.” She said quietly as she moved to touch the silky petals.
He was watching her carefully as if he knew somehow during the dinner with his family, she’d made decisions he wasn’t
going to enjoy. “How would a nice hot bath feel? I can run the water, and you can relax before we go to bed?”
She swallowed her nerves away and then shook her head, “when will my clothing get here? I was expecting to see my
overnight bag.”
He motioned to the bathroom. “Your suitcases and belongings were all put into a truck and should be arriving to the
house tonight. They will be held in storage. Clothing for tonight and tomorrow are in the bathroom. We will arrive in
Rome tomorrow evening but then Monday morning my mother and her sister will meet us there. They will take you and
Sidonia shopping for a new wardrobe while I meet with some associates. When your shopping and my work are done, we’ll begin the drive to my great-grandparents’ home.”
“What is wrong with my clothing?”
“You deserve to have the best of the best, Zorah. Much of your clothing is second-hand and not befitting a Lucchesi
bride. I want you to shine like the diamond you are.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he shook his head, “I’m
not going to make you change the style of your clothing. If you wish to continue to dress as conservatively as you do
because it is what makes you comfortable then so be it. I will however be insistent the clothes you wear are worthy of the woman wearing them.”
“What if I want to show skin?”
He lifted an eyebrow at her question. “You want to show skin?”
“I’m tired of wearing jeans and dress pants and skirts which go to my knees. What if I want to wear mini-skirts and crop
tops?”
“If this is what you want to wear, then I have no objection. I will never fight over what you want to wear. If you want to wear a string bikini to a black-tie event, it’s your body. Have at it.” At her surprised expression he smirked, “but keep in
mind any man who tries to touch or stares too long at your body will be dead and you may be attending a fancy event with a high mortality rate given how gorgeous I know your body is.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I’ve seen those legs in the car, your delectable and delightful pussy and let’s not forget your gorgeous ass was in my
hands while I feasted on your cunt.”
She wanted to be as bold as he was when he talked so filthy and so freely, but it stuck in her throat.
He held his hand out, “come here.”
She stepped towards him slowly and took his hand.
“I feel when you were downstairs and I stepped away from you, thoughts began running through your head. Thoughts of
being defiant, unruly, and difficult are now buzzing in your brain right now. Am I right?” He tugged her until she was toe
to toe with him. Tilting her chin with his index finger he smiled indulgently. “There is no need to immediately turn to
defiance. You can have whatever you want, Zorah as long as you remain my bride. I will not however fight with you for
the sake of fighting.”
“A week ago, I had my own dreams.”
“And today I promise to make all your dreams come true. What do you want? What is your greatest dream?”
He put her on the spot, and she frowned wanting to look away from him.
“I don’t know.” She pouted angrily.
“When you and Sidonia would lay in your apartment drinking cheap wine and feeling like you were wicked and naughty, what did you share with her you wanted for your future. Before you knew me, what did you wish for?”
She shrugged and thought of the one thing she always came back to.
“Do not hold back, Zorah. Tell me what it is you confided to your sister you wanted more than anything.”
“To have a family my mother and uncle could not control.” She admitted swallowing the large lump. “I wanted a good
husband who wouldn’t let them hurt me anymore, who would keep my children safe from their judgement and cruelty
because I could not keep myself free from them.”
“How many children?” he stroked her cheek softly.
“Three. I always dreamed of three. At least one little girl who would grow up to be so strong and so confident she would
bear no resemblance to my weakness. I want her bold and brash and taking the world by storm.”
He smiled at her words. “Your mother and uncle oppressed you and you want more for our children.”
“Yes.”
“Our children will rule the world, Zorah. They will rule it with gusto and bravado, but they will also have tender hearts full
of compassion and love because as much as you wish to be cold and callous, you love too deeply to be so.” He stared
into her eyes, “can I make a request?”
She shrugged, “yes but it doesn’t mean I’ll oblige.”
“Let’s keep an open mind on the number of children. Three is nice but I think five has a better feel to it.”
“Five?” she was incredulous. “Why five?”
“Because with three there is someone always left out. We cannot have two playing together and one all alone. I was an
only child, but I have many cousins, and I promise you, when there were only three of us, Amauri got beat up a lot.”
“Amauri?”
“The man who gave Sidonia his ring today. He is Vodingo’s younger brother. We tortured the fuck out of him as a boy. He was odd man out. He should have had backup.”
She gave a toss of her hair at his story telling, “very funny.”
“I am not trying to be humorous. I’m quite serious. It was only when our other cousins would come over to play, he did
not get picked on. There is safety in numbers.”
He wrapped his arms around her middle, “I want to share in all your dreams Zorah. I am not your enemy. I want to be
your savior. Let me help you live the life you always dreamed. I know you don’t love me. Not yet. I am a confident son of
a bitch, and I know you will love me one day. We do not need to be at loggerheads until then.”
She twisted her lips. “I guess.”
“Good. Now. I am very desperate to get another taste of what is under this dress,” he swung her up in his arms. “Let’s get
you into a bath first, relaxed and then,” he wiggled his eyebrows at her, “we are going to consummate this marriage until
the sun comes up Zorah hooked her arm around his neck as Icaro carried her into the massive and opulent bathroom. Her eyes immediately were drawn to the white dress hanging on a hook near the shower stall.
“Do you like it?”
“Its for me?”
“There are no other brides in our room, my love,” he kissed her temple as he set her on her feet in front of the gown. “I would very much like to see you in this.”
She lifted up the gauzy material, noting the thin lacy bra and panty set which accompanied it. The dress was a robe or
cover-up with lace detail at the breast, a gold satin belt and tiny polka dot detail and she knew the skirt would trail the
floor when she put it on. Most alarming to her was how sheer the material was. When she put this on, the bra and thong
panty would be on full display, as would the rest of her body. “It’s beautiful.”
“Will you wear it?”
“Where did you get this?”
“Six months ago, I was in Paris doing a job. I was walking down a side street in the Marais district, and it caught my eye. I
paused to take a photo, which annoyed my crew since we were there for work, and then when my job was done, I went
back and bought it.”
“Why?”
“For you.” He seemed surprised by the question. “Amoré, I have never purchased clothing for any other woman, ever. I
saw this. I knew it would be beautiful on you. This little gold ribbon, I feel when I tug on it, will open you up like a
present,” his eyes were flickering between her and the garment. “I cannot wait to see you in this. Will you wear it? For
me?”
She nodded shyly, “I will.”
“Good. Now. I want to make you feel good before I wreck you.”
“Wreck me?”
“My love, it is my intention tomorrow you will be unable to do much except relax in my arms. Our flight is roughly eight
or nine hours and we’ll be landing after six in the evening in Roman time. The flight is long and boring especially with my
father and uncles on the flight occupying my time. I hope you sleep for the most of it, preferably because you are feeling
so well loved you cannot do anything but rest.”
“You’re wanting to wear me out?”
“Yes. Now, let’s get started,” he turned her slowly in his arms. “I want to remove your dress. May I?”
“Yes.”
She stood nervously rocking her foot left to right while he unzipped her dress down the length of her spine. His fingers
pushed the cap sleeves off her shoulders and down the length of her arms. His palms stroking her biceps. Zorah closed
her eyes as his lips found the silkiness of her skin at her shoulder.
“Your skin is softer than any material known to man,” he whispered, his teeth nipping the sensitive spot where her nape
met her shoulder. Her dress pooled to her feet and his breath hitched, his hand flat against her belly as he sucked deep
on her skin. “So, fucking beautiful, cara mia.”
Her eyes opened and she noted for the first time the mirror opposite her, knowing he’d turned her this way so he could
see her as he removed her dress. Her stomach sucked inward as his knuckles dragged over her navel. She stood in her
bra and goosebumps and nothing else now. She felt a goddess the way his breathing was erratic in her ear and the way
his eyes were fixed on her flesh in the mirror.
She trembled as his fingers moved lower, below her belly button, dragging down to the patch of dark hair. Gasping when
his foot moved between her legs to kick her feet apart, exposing her more and her eyes were fluttering at the bold move
he made with his fingers.
Pushing between her folds, he stroked her softly. “Still wet. Still full of your delicious juices from earlier and I know you’re
turned on.”
Zorah was focused on the movements his fingers were making and missed the way his other hand snaked around and
undid the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts were free and startled she flicked wide eyes to meet his gaze in the mirror. His fingers immediately pulled on the puckered nipples he exposed, and her knees weakened at his touch. His knee
rested between her thighs behind her, her buttocks set on his thigh.
“I want to watch you come again. Let me make you come.”
“Yes,” she gave a breathy moan as his fingers plucked and prodded her body.
“Don’t look away from me, Zorah. Keep your eyes on me while I introduce you to the wonders we are going to discover
together.” Icaro’s knuckles were flush with her body as he plunged his middle finger deep into her. His thumb pushed her
folds apart and stroked circles on her clit.
“Icaro.”
“Zorah, I have dreamed so many nights of you saying my name exactly as you just did. Say it again,” he urged her, his
voice hot and demanding. “Oh baby, I can’t wait to put my cock in here,” he pumped his finger. “Say my name.”
“Icaro, please.” She couldn’t stop the way her hips were moving. She was riding his hand, humping his fingers as she
chased the release she wanted. “I need more.”
“I’m going to give you more. I’m going to give you so much by dawn your throat will ache with screaming my name.”
She flinched when he added the second finger but as her body got accustomed to the feeling and stretch of his hand, he
was chuckling wickedly in her ear as she rocked her hips. Her fingers dug into his forearm as she tried to hold him there
and take over the movements.
“Fuck my fingers, Zorah. Fuck your husband’s hand. Take it. Take the orgasm you want.”
Her legs were shaky and suddenly he withdrew his fingers, and she protested, a yelp whining from deep her in her throat
but he was lifting her onto the edge of the vanity, plunging three fingers this time and pounding her hard with his hand.
His lips found her nipple and his other hand alternated pinching and rubbing her clit.
The sensations were an overload, and she couldn’t help it, and her head fell backwards at his brutal touch as she bucked
and rode his fingers.
His name was a guttural scream as her orgasm ripped through her. It was far more intense than the one in the car.
His lips found hers, smashing his mouth hungrily over her. He grabbed her hand and put it to the front of his trousers.
“Feel what you do to me, Zorah. Feel what you do to your husband.”
Zorah met his eyes as he rested his forehead to hers. “I want to feel more, Icaro.”He stood back from her, and she pouted and reached for him. Tugging her off the vanity to stand close to him he kissed
her forehead.
“My love, I want you in the tub. Relax in a bubble bath. I’m going to pour you a glass of champagne. We’re going to
toast one another. I want your body relaxed and ready when my cock slides into you.” He took her hand and rubbed it
along his length. “I am not a small man, Zorah. My cock is going to hurt when I slide it in you. It is bigger than two
fingers or three fingers and sweetheart, I’m going to pound you deep and true.”
She flexed her fingers around the girth of him in his pants. “You’ll be careful with me?”
“I’m going to be incredibly careful. I want you relaxed. You took my fingers so well. I’ll be slow when we start but it isn’t
going to stay slow. I was already getting carried away with only my hand and you were fucking me back.”
“I was.” She admitted it without reservation.
He turned to start filling the tub and he reached past her on the vanity for a container of bubbles. “These are from an
apothecary back home and are meant to relax and according to my female cousins, make you horny.”
“As if I need help,” she whispered more to herself than anyone. Her hand was still resting on his cock, and he wasn’t
letting it go. She couldn’t help the way her breath caught when it twitched against her palm. “I want to see it.”
“You want to see my cock?”
She nodded.
He stood back from her and slowly unbuttoned then unzipped his trousers. Pushing his fly open he exposed the dark
cotton of his briefs. “Get on your knees, Zorah.”
“What?” She was alarmed at his command.
“On your knees. You want to see my cock, you’ll see it up close. Remember how I tasted you in the car? You can return
the favor.”
“You want me to put it in my mouth.”
“I want a blowjob. You’re going to give me head. I promise not to come down your throat. Not tonight. Tonight is for
making babies and all of my come will end up in your pussy. Knees, Zorah.”
She slowly lowered herself to her knees, her hands resting on the fabric encasing his thighs and she felt the muscles
bunching there. On her knees, she was eyelevel with his waist. She felt compelled to lean forward and inhale the scent of
him, breathing him in deep. He was musky and a dark patch of wetness was on the front of his briefs. Her fingers found it
and touched it gingerly.
“Precum. You make me so aroused my body is leaking for you, Zorah.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. I want to be buried in you from dusk until dawn and from dawn until
dusk. For now, I will settle for your lips.”
She decided he wasn’t kidding as he pushed the briefs down his thighs and his cock sprang free of the confines of the material. It was huge. Longer than the length of her hand and if she wrapped her hand around it, her fingers did not
touch.
“Touch your husband, Zorah. Stroke my cock with your hand.” He took her hand and spit in it smiling at the way she
flinched at movement. He pushed her hand around him, “jerk me off.”
She did as he instructed and then his fingers were in her hair and pushing her mouth towards the tip of him.
“Suck baby. Put your beautiful lips on me.”
She nervously licked the slit on the top of the bulbous end poking through her fist, letting the taste of him linger on her
tongue. It was sticky, salty, and musky and she felt it to the roof of her mouth.
“Fuck baby!”
If ever words were a catalyst to her feeling powerful, it was those two. The way they almost echoed off the bathroom
when her lips wrapped around his tip. She could taste as more liquid seeped from him onto her tongue, and she was
eager to find more of him.
The noises escaping his chest and the way his fingers were curled tight in her hair holding her against his now thrusting
hips made her giddy. She wanted, no needed, more and she was pushing her head down to meet her fist. Each stroke up,
her head worked down and she battered her own lips with her fist as she sucked off her husband.
She was pushing her head down as far as she could, his thick cock ramming against the back of her throat and she
opened her jaw wider, taking him deeper.
“Oh fuck, you don’t have a gag reflex. I think I just died and went to heaven.” His hand wrapped around her throat. “I bet
I could shove all the way down here and you could take it. Such a fucking good girl. Suck my cock like the good girl you
are.”
She was frantic, her nails digging into his thighs now as she dropped her fist from his length and tried to put all of him
into her gullet. Breathing was near impossible, but she found she relished the sensation of his cock blocking off her air.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he screamed into the room before he tore her head off his cock and pushed her backwards causing
her to land on her bottom. He shook his finger at her, “you, naughty, naughty girl.”
“You said I was a good girl,” she pouted up at him so confused by his sudden reaction. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I do not want to come yet. When I come it will be in your cunt.”
“I don’t like that word.”
“I’m not saying vagina.” He snorted as he gasped for breath. “It is a cunt. Spread your legs and show me your cunt.”
“Icaro.”
He kept his eyes fixed on her soaked opening as he moved to shut the tub off.
Zorah was surprised the tub was overflowing, water dripping to the floor.
“I’m going to call down for extra towels to clean this mess. I want you to get in this tub and relaxing and soaking your
pretty pussy because when your bath is done, I’m taking you to bed and we’re going to finish what we’ve started.”
“Icaro,” she rose to her knees.
“Yes, love?”
“I think I might like sex.”
His wicked grin sent shivers coursing through her body.
“I might be the happiest man on the planet.”
His face as he went in search of towels made her smile. Maybe marriage wasn’t going to be so bad after all