Arranged Mafia Daddy

Chapter 19Sage

19

Sage

I saw this coming from a mile away. Maybe he’s a sex addict, or perhaps he’s just obsessed with me, but he can’t keep his hands off me once we get inside. Even before that, he’s grabbing my ass and telling me how he’s going to punish me.

Honestly, I think he’s the one who needs to be punished after his little outburst, but I’ll let him feel like he’s right this time. His emotional intelligence is severely lacking, and his ego is getting in the way of him using common sense.

I suppose that’s what trauma does to a person, but I’m no therapist. I don’t know the first thing about helping someone like him, so I let him express himself and hope that I can find ways to pry the sensitive information about his past out of him.

I feel like I need to know that to get any further with him. Something tells me the murder of his family isn’t the only thing that has left scars in his past. I mean, it’s pretty bad, but there’s something else that he’s not telling me.

Finding out is going to have to wait, though. We’re not even in the bedroom before Viktor is tearing off my clothes, pinning me to the wall and kissing me with so much passion that even I’m surprised by it.

Where did this come from?

I’m not going to complain about it. The way he tastes after an argument is heavenly, his mouth hot with a mixture of fury and lust. I get the feeling we could get caught in the hallway, seeing as other people have been in and out of this house all week, but he doesn’t seem to care.

The risk makes it that much more enticing.

When I feel his lips trail down my neck, I have to fight the urge to moan and beg for him to fuck me.

No. Not yet. I want him to suffer a little longer, make him sweat some more. He deserves it after what he’s put me through. He should apologize for his outburst, not bury it under anger and lust.

As he tries to press me into the wall, I turn on him, pushing him back and barking commands. “Get on your knees.”

He’s taken aback, his eyes wide with surprise, but the bulge in his pants is undeniable. I bet he’s never had someone switches thing up on him, but I’m not the sweet, submissive girl he thought I was when he married me. I’ve only ever been that way for him. It’s not my usual stance.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“On your knees,” I snap. “I want something from you.”

He kneels slowly, still confused, but slowly getting the picture as I slip my panties onto the floor and kick them into his face. I pull him closer, lacing my fingers into his hair and shoving him against my pussy.

“This is how you’re going to apologize to me,” I hiss. “I’m not letting you fuck me until you do.”

“You’re not letting me? Do you not remember who I am?” he asks, looking up at me with stormy eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I tell him. “Behind closed doors, you’re my husband, and a good husband is supposed to please his wife, not just fuck her like some cheap whore.”

A smile overtakes his serious face, and I know that I’ve won him over. “You surprise me, Sage.”

With that, I pull his face between my legs, and his tongue immediately seeks out my clit. There’s no hesitation, no waiting, no slow start. He wants to taste me, and there’s nothing hotter than a man who knows how to please.

His tongue slides along my clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves and making my breath catch. I tighten my grip in his hair, pushing him closer to my pussy. I’m already soaked, and it’s hard not to melt against him as his fingers reach up, pressing into me.

I have to lean on him for support, the pleasure so intense that my knees threaten to buckle.

He moans against my pussy, the vibrations making my knees weak. I can barely keep myself up. Thank god there’s a wall behind me, or I would’ve collapsed onto the cold marble floor by now.

But I have to stay standing. I have to stay focused. This isn’t a moment for me to just let go and lose myself. I have to remain in control.

Viktor ups his game, making an already difficult task even harder. While he’s eating my pussy, he pushing his fingers up inside of me, curling them, and seeking out the spot that makes me whimper with pleasure. It feels like he already knows my body, inside and out, even though we’ve only known each other for a week.

How is he doing this?

I don’t want to think about it, the only thought in my mind the need to orgasm.

My hips roll forward, the pleasure becoming too much to bear, and I cum, moaning loudly, not caring if anyone is home or not. Electric pleasure runs up and down my legs, an a rush so powerful and all-encompassing moves through me, eclipsing the figure now standing in my peripheral vision.

Only once I start to come down do I recognize the woman at the other end of the hallway as Viktor’s maid, Lidia. She’s pretending not to notice, or perhaps she’s paid too much to care, but I’d rather not stay here if she’s going to be dusting the tops of paintings while Viktor brings out a very private side of me.

“We should take this to the bedroom,” I whisper, smoothing my hair back as Viktor looks up at me.

He looks over at Lidia and grins. “Right. That’s a good idea.”

Before I can say anything, he grabs my waist, hoisting me over his broad shoulder and walking confidently up the stairs. He takes them by threes, not bothered by the extra weight. To him, I might as well weigh nothing.

Once we get to his bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed.

I stare at him, watching as his muscular body towering over me. It looks like a sculptor took hours to chisel every muscle, making it look as perfect as it does. I’ve never seen a man this beautiful, but I don’t want to just stare at him. I want to touch him, feeling every inch of his tattooed skin.

His body is a work of art, and I want to appreciate it.

As Viktor unzips his pants, letting his cock free, I scramble towards the edge of the bed. My heart is beating in my ears as he strokes his cock, the size making me wonder how I even fit it inside last time. It’s not just the length, but the thickness of it that’s incredible. I’m intimidated by him all over again, but it also puts a flutter in my stomach that feels like having your first kiss.

My heart is beating in my chest as Viktor pulls me close, stroking his cock against my wet pussy. His precum drips onto my clit, his breathing heavy and eyes deep with lust. He’s teasing me now, making me wait so that he can get even with me for ordering him around. I know he enjoyed his face being pressed against my pussy, but he also likes to be the one in control.

It’s his turn to take the reins.

I don’t mind giving them up. I have no interest in being the dominant one in every encounter. In fact, it’s a bit of a relief to hand him the wheel and let him steer the ship. I can only pretend to be dominant for so long.

“Beg me for it,” Viktor says, his voice rough and deep. His accent is stronger when he’s horny.

“Please, Viktor,” I gasp, my back arching as he grinds against my pussy, the friction just enough to make me ache. “I need it. I need you,” I whisper, looking into his eyes and trying to convey that I mean something else.

It’s more than sex. More than the physicality of what we’re doing. I need him emotionally. I need him because he understands exactly what I desire and how to give it to me. I need him because he’s my rock, my safety, and he’s the first man that’s made me feel this alive.

Viktor slides into me, the feeling making me cry out in pleasure. The sensation of being filled by him is beyond words, and as his hands reach up, holding my hips in place as he starts to fuck me, the pleasure intensifies.

His cock is so thick that I feel like I’m at my limit, comfortably full in a way that’s so incredibly satisfying.

Our bodies move in sync, and every stroke of his cock inside of me feels better than the last.

I can’t stop moaning, my voice getting louder by the second. I can’t keep from gripping his sheets, pulling them off the bed, and begging for him to keep going. I’m a mess, but it doesn’t matter because it’s just the two of us.

He doesn’t care that I’m screaming his name, and I don’t care that we’re going to have to replace the sheets because I’ve soaked them with my juices. All that matters is how fucking good he feels inside of me, and I wish it would never end.

But I know it’s coming.

My orgasm is approaching, the pressure building in the pit of my stomach. It’s an electric, warm, and tingly sensation, like butterflies mixed with champagne bubbles.

I try to hold off as long as I can, but Viktor isn’t having it. He slows down his thrusts, his body moving slowly, but deeply. He’s fucking me so thoroughly that I can barely breathe, and before I know it, the pleasure overwhelms me.

I cum, screaming, and Viktor cums right after. He groans, his body trembling, and I feel him pumping his seed inside of me, filling me up with the promise of his babies.

When our orgasms subside, Viktor collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms and kissing the top of my head. The warmth of his body is like a security blanket, and I curl up against him, nuzzling his chest and sighing contentedly.

“Thank you, Sage,” he whispers, his voice soft and gentle.

“For what?” I ask, looking up at him.

“For reminding me that you’re my wife, not my property. You have a mind of your own, and you’re not going to just submit to me. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did,” he says.

“It’s alright. We’ll figure it out together,” I tell him, feeling warm inside at his apology. He’s finally showing signs of warming up to having a real partnership.

“That’s what marriage is about, isn’t it?” he says.

I nod.

He’s right. That is what marriage is about.