Ruthless Mafia 10

Before she could even formulate an answer, his lips were on hers.
Instantly she was shoving at his shoulders, trying to pull away but her actions proved futile as he demonstrated he was
the stronger of the two. Easily holding her with one arm around her shoulders, his other hand holding her face just so, he
was swiping his mouth back and forth while he crushed her against his chest.
He bit her bottom lip, and when she gasped, he shoved his tongue inside her mouth, twirling it alongside hers, sucking
the tip of it and then pulling his tongue back out. She struggled against him as he kissed her demandingly.
He was an expert at eliciting responses from women and she knew he thought she would be as easy as the whore from
the strip club. She refused to kiss him back despite how her breasts tightened when he made a low groan of pleasure when his tongue dipped back inside to taste her mouth.
A single tear rolled down her cheek and when he broke the kiss, he took note of it and boldly licked it off her face.
“Do not mention killing yourself again or it will not be a simple kiss you have to endure.”
She was breathing heavily now, ashamed her body responded despite her loathing of this man. She could feel her nipples
pressing through her bra. Proud she didn’t kiss him back, she forced herself to ignore the sexual tension she felt.
“Only you would make a sexual encounter a punishment.”
“This was not a sexual encounter. A sexual encounter would have been me sliding your dress up and kissing your pussy
instead of your pretty mouth.” As she blushed wildly, he laughed, “you really are innocent, aren’t you? You haven’t even
enjoyed oral sex? Were there were no boys from the choir or altar boys you wanted to hide behind the pulpit with? How
many men have you actually kissed? You did tell me Sunday you kissed a boy before. How many?”
“Three.” She lifted her chin and tried to look away from his curious gaze.
“I will find them and end them.”
“You will not!”
“All of my life I was told of Zorah, the girl who would be mine and only mine. Raised to be my perfect bride I was
promised you would be obedient and sweet. It’s been a wonderful knowledge to know for the last twenty-two years you were raised to be exactly the bride a Lucchesi heir deserves. To find out these lips, which were meant for me and me
alone were on another man’s, well, I cannot have that.”
“Funny, you knew all about me, but I knew nothing of you.”
“Which I’m surprised by, to be fair.” He gave a nod as he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, his eyes flicking from lips
to her eyes and back again before his nostrils flared and he exhaled. “Regardless, I have known you since you were born. I
held you at your baptism. I was there at your first communion. I listened into your first confession. When you were
confirmed, I was there. I have watched you grow from a little girl to the woman you are now. I was there when you
graduated high school and even at your college graduation. I’ve been watching and waiting for you to be mine.”
“I never saw you before.”
“Because you were not meant to. What kind of assassin would I be if I was seen when I did not want to be?”
“You’re an assassin?”
“What do you think the Lucchesi family is famous for? Trafficking? Sure. Racketeering, of course. Murder for hire, well,
now that’s the family speciality. We are very inventive in our ways to avoid being caught or connected in any way to a
situation.” His eyes were dark and sinister, “though sometimes a good old-fashioned bullet to the head is cathartic.”
“Monster,” she whispered.
“The Beast, actually. It’s who someone needing my specific methods involved would ask for.” He was still staring at her
mouth, “I want to kiss you again.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
His voice was a whisper and his lips a breath from hers, his eyelids drooping as he closed the distance between their
mouths.
This time his touch was softer, his kiss more tender as he caressed her lips with his. His fingers which had been gripping
her chin were now gently cupping her jaw, his fingers tracing the delicate skin beneath his fingertips.
She tried not to shiver at the difference between his first kiss and this one. This one was the kind of kiss a girl would sit
on her bed and squeal while holding hands with her best friend. His lips were demanding, seeking a response from hers,
his nose brushing hers ever so slightly as he shifted against her, tilting her head more to one side so he could get closer.
Zorah wasn’t sure when the fear melted away and a yearning began to build but she only recognized she was kissing him
back when his hand which cupped her jaw, slid to the back of her scalp, and cupped her head. His long fingers delving
into her hair, her tongue tentatively touched his as it slipped through the slightly parted gap.
Her eyes closed, her fists clutching the lapels of his suit jacket as the kiss went on for several minutes. When finally, they
came up for air, she was gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed and her entire body warmer than ever before.
Slowly opening her eyes, a feeling of dread filled her as she considered what kind of scathing remark, he would make at
how quickly she gave into his kiss.
Stunned was hardly the apt descriptor when he gave the smallest hint of a smile, pressed a kiss to the corner of her
mouth, her nose and then her forehead before turning her back to her side and tucking her under his arm, forcing her
head to rest on his shoulders.
“I am not a gentle man, Zorah. I am not known for being soft or easy going. However, with you, I will try to be less
abrasive if only to get kisses just like those.” He paused, “and I too have never suffered a sore on my mouth, but we’ll get
your tests for you to ease your mind.”
Zorah wasn’t quite sure how to respond and then when he kissed the top of her head and rested his cheek where his lips
touched, she was even more confused.
His driver putting down the partition to advise them they were moments away from the marina made her sit up straight.
“The marina? Why are we at the marina?”