Ruthless Mafia 46

The room was not as pretty as her wedding night room in New York had been but somehow it felt more luxurious and
opulent. Without even touching it, Zorah knew the bedding was going to be softer than clouds. She felt a strange
compulsion to jump into the middle of the bed to see if she’d sink into the fluffiness.
Every element of the room seemed purposeful and pointed yet held such sophistication and richness she was almost
afraid to touch the items placed around. Even the sheer curtains blowing in the evening breeze from where they opened
to the balcony portrayed an elegance with which she was unaccustomed.
“What are you thinking?” Icaro’s voice teased as he stepped away from where he’d opened the sliding doors to the
balcony.
“It’s beautiful.”
“It is very nice here. My father always stays upstairs one floor above us in the penthouse suite, but this is the second
nicest room in the hotel, maybe even the city.” He motioned to the patio. “It’s a gorgeous evening. How do you feel
about dining al fresco?”
She smiled widely, “we can eat outside, on the balcony?”
“I think it would be nice to eat outside. We can sit, chat, and share a good bottle of wine, some delicious food and get to
know each other more.”
“I would like this very much,” she answered honestly.
“Well then,” he moved to open another door and motioned at her, “the bathroom is through here. I’m sure you want to
freshen up.” He paused and then looked around the room, “oh there it is.” He lifted a bag into his hand and held it out to
her, “a change of clothing for the night. My mother arranged for you to have clothes for this evening and tomorrow. All
the amenities you will need are in the room already from toothbrush to shampoo if you wish to shower.” He grinned at
her, his teeth wolfishly on display, “did you need another shower? I can be your man servant again and wash you down.”
“I think I’ll be fine,” she rolled her eyes at his words while reaching for the bag. She gasped when he grabbed her hand
and tugged her towards him.
“How about a kiss then? I haven’t kissed you all day.”
Zorah was realizing how much she liked when Icaro wrapped his arms around her middle and drew her to his body. He was strong and the attention he gave her was flattering. The combination of feeling safe in his strength and wanted from
his touch was a heady powerful feeling when she was able to let go of the fact, she was a traded bride. She let the bag
he’d put in her fingertips fall to the floor.
His finger lifted her chin, and he gently touched his lips to hers. She was learning she enjoyed the sweet kisses like the
one he was giving her. His lips soft and seductive slid across her mouth, tasting and teasing a response from her. The way
their noses touched and the feel of his breath each time he exhaled between swipes reminded her he was real and not a
dream. He tasted of alcohol he drank on the plane and as his tongue slipped along the seam of her lips, she strangely wanted to savor it.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her fingers threaded through his short hair, she stepped closer to him
deepening their kiss. Parting her lips, her own tongue touched his. The groan which came from deep in his chest rumbled
against her frame as his hands slid to her waist to lift her clear off the floor.
Gasping at the change in their position as he forced her legs to wrap around his hips, she moaned when he took
advantage, spearing her mouth with a deep thrust of his tongue. Holding on to him while he plundered and explored the
depths, she caught herself grinding her pelvis against his hardening body.
Wanting more, her body shivered with desire from a simple kiss. Need exploded into the potential for a deeper
connection, and she whimpered with it. Zorah was surprised at the sound coming from her throat and how much even to
her ears it felt like begging. His hips thrust against hers while his hands grasped her bottom and rubbed her against him.
“Icaro,” she gasped when his lips left hers to trail kisses along her cheek and jawline. Leaning her head sideways she
encouraged him, her fingertips digging into his scalp as he set her skin ablaze when his lips connected to her erratic
pulse. Sucking deep, Zorah knew he was leaving his mark as she writhed in his arms.
He peppered tiny butterfly kisses along her neck, jaw and back to her cheeks and mouth as he continued to jut his hips
upwards and encouraged her to use his body. Zorah was embarrassingly aware of how damp her panties were and how
the strange sensations she was learning to crave from his touch were building in her belly. Her legs clenched tight around
his waist, and she wheezed when her back hit the wall behind them and was virtually riding his hardness through his
trousers.
“I know you’re close, my love,” he whispered as he thrust his hips upwards, smacking her into the hard wall behind them.
“Let it go. I’ve got you.” One of his hand slipped up from under her bottom and pinched her nipple through her blouse.
She never realized before she could orgasm from such a thing but his throaty chuckle when she fell apart from simply
rubbing against him and his encouragement was wicked and sultry. His name spilled from her lips, and she felt like a cat
in heat as she wriggled against him.
Slowly he slid her down his frame, his body very much still tense while her own legs felt liquid.
Standing her on her feet he smiled down at her, “how do you feel?”
“Not done,” she bit out as she swallowed the copious amounts of spittle and desire floating in her mouth. Her hand slid
between them, “I need more.”
“I can give you more.” He promised his thumb brushing her cheek, “but I will not break my vow I made to you this morning. I will give you all the pleasure in the world except intercourse. If you wish,” he was taking her towards the bed,
“I can undress you right now and feast on you instead of dinner, but I want to set the clear expectation I will not be
fucking you tonight or any night for the next thirty.”
“Are you kidding me?” she stomped her foot, surprised by her own outburst. “I need –”
“I will take care of all your needs, my love.” He started to unbutton her trousers and blinked when she slapped his hands
off. “Where are you going?” He asked as she stormed away from him.
“Shower. You can’t come in.” She slammed the bathroom door behind her for good measure. Suddenly this abstinence
thing didn’t seem like such a good punishment at all.