Arranged Mafia Marriage

Chapter 4Felicity

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Felicity

H e keeps kissing me as he strokes my hip, and the heat of his hand sears through the thin material of my wedding gown. I gasp against his lips, and he takes advantage of my parted lips to deepen the kiss.

The taste of him is intoxicating, and I cling to him, trying to get even closer. The hard ridge of his cock presses against my belly, causing a surge of wetness in my pussy. I want more. I want everything.

I moan into his mouth, and he pulls back, breaking the kiss.

“Felicity, I want you so much. I want to make you feel so good,” he whispers against my lips. “Will you let me do that? Will you let me give you pleasure?”

I nod, unable to form words. I don’t resist when he takes my hand to lead me to the bedroom in the suite. It’s as amazing and opulent up close as it was from the entryway, but I pay little attention to the elegance surrounding me.

Kiril turns me around so that my back is facing him. I wonder why until he starts to work on the tiny buttons down the back of my dress. He undoes each one with agonizing slowness, and I shiver as the cool air of the room caresses my bare skin. I step out of the dress as it pools at my feet, leaving me clad only in my simple white panties and bra, which I’d donned that morning to teach dance class.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kiril whispers in my ear, sending another shiver down my spine. “So perfect.”

He reaches around me to cup my breasts through my bra, and I gasp at the sensation of his large, warm hands on my sensitive flesh. My nipples stiffen, and I arch my back, pressing my ass against his hard cock.

He groans softly and nips my earlobe. “Do you like this?” he asks as he rolls my nipples between his fingers.

“Yes, I do.” I can barely speak as the pleasure courses through me.

“Good. Tonight, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. I’m going to make you scream until you can’t hear your own voice.”

His words send a thrill through me, and I close my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations.

I turn around to face him, reaching behind me to unfasten my bra. He’s still fully dressed, and my gaze settles on the red tie he bought to indulge me. I have the strangest urge to ask him to tie me up with it. That’s not like me at all. I’ve never been interested in bondage or anything like that, but something about the idea of being at Kiril’s mercy excites me.

I push aside the thought for the moment and focus on getting rid of my bra. With a throaty groan, Kiril replaces my hands with his as soon as I’ve freed the hooks. He slides the straps off my shoulders and lets the garment fall to the floor. His blue eyes are hot with desire as he cups my breasts, weighing them in his palms.

“You’re so perfect, Felicity,” he says, running his thumbs over my aching nipples. “So gorgeous.”

I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands. “Please, Kiril. I need more.”

He gives me a wicked grin and pinches my nipples, making me gasp. “I know exactly what you need, moya krasavitsa .” He releases my nipples and moves his hands down my body, tracing the curve of my waist and hips before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties.

I lift my hips to help him slide the cotton down my legs, and then I’m completely naked before him. I feel a momentary flash of self-consciousness, but it vanishes when I see the look of pure hunger on his face.

“You’re a goddess, Felicity,” he says, dropping to his knees before me.

I’ve never had a man go down on me, and I tremble with anticipation as he parts my thighs.

His eyes widen slightly as he looks up at me. “Smooth?”

I flush and squirm. “There’s a little strip, but I like to swim.”

“Ah.” A second later, he traces a digit down the tuft of hair lining my labia.

I whimper. “Kiril, please.”

“Patience. You’ll get everything you need.” With that, he parts my folds and drags the tip of his tongue along my slit.

I cry out, grabbing the back of his head to keep my balance. “Oh,” I moan as he does it again.

He chuckles, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “You taste so sweet, Felicity.”

I don’t have time to respond before he starts licking me in earnest and swirling his tongue around my clit. I can’t stop moaning and grinding against his face, desperate for more.

He seems to understand, because he slips a finger inside me, curling it upward to hit that spot that makes me see stars. I gasp, digging my nails into his scalp as he adds another finger and starts pumping them in and out of me while sucking on my clit.

The pressure builds inside me, and I ride his fingers and tongue with abandon. Right now, I’m reduced just to the sensations he’s giving me, and I want more. I want him . It doesn’t matter if my husband is a virtual stranger. I want him inside me, feeling our bodies joined as one.

I tug at his hair, pulling him away from my pussy. “I need you, Kiril.”

He stands up, licking his lips. “You taste so good. I could eat your pussy for hours.”

I whimper, reaching for his belt. “I need to feel you inside me.”

He nods, helping me undo his pants and push them down. His cock springs free, and I wrap my hand around it, stroking it slowly. It’s not the first time I’ve touched one, but his size makes me pause. “Have you done something?”

He gives me a quizzical look through slitted eyes. “What?”

“Enhancements? You’re so large.” I lick my lips, equally scared of his cock and curious about how it will feel when he’s plowing into me with it.

He shakes his head and gives a strained chuckle. “No, it’s natural.”

I nod, continuing to stroke him. He groans, thrusting into my hand. “Felicity, I want to be inside you. I need to feel your pussy around my cock.”

I release him, letting him guide me onto the bed. He steps back to finish undressing, his gaze burning into me. “Touch your pussy while I’m getting naked. Show me what you like.”

I hesitate, biting my lip. “I’ve never done that in front of someone.”

His eyes flash with lust. “Do it. I want to watch you.”

I take a deep breath and spread my legs, sliding my hand down to my slit. I start rubbing my clit, watching as he strips off the rest of his clothes. When he’s fully naked, I stare at his cock, which is even more impressive now that I can see it in its full glory.

I continue rubbing my clit as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He doesn’t reach for me, and I frown.

“Finish,” he says, his tone stern, though his expression is ravenous.

I nod, moving my fingers faster as I rub my clit in circles. I moan, closing my eyes while I imagine it’s his hand touching me instead. I hear him groan, and I open my eyes to find him stroking his cock as he watches me. The sight of him pleasuring himself while I do the same sends a thrill through me, and I move my fingers faster, my breath coming in short gasps.

I’m so close, and I arch my back, moaning as I get closer and closer to the edge. I cry out as I come, shuddering with pleasure. I keep rubbing my clit as I ride the waves of my orgasm, my pussy clenching around nothing.

When I finally stop, I’m panting, and my heart is racing.

He’s staring at my pussy, appearing transfixed. “So much cream.” He bends his head and licks me again, and I moan, pussy clenching at the sensation.

“I need to fuck you.”

I nod, spreading my legs wider. “Please.”

He positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit. I whimper, my pussy aching for more, but I tense instinctively. I already know it will hurt just from how big he is, and fear threatens to overwhelm me.

“Relax, Felicity.” His voice is soft, and he kisses me gently. “I’ll go slowly.”

I nod, trying to relax. I trust him more than I should since I don’t really know him, and what I know of him paints a picture of a criminal, but I want this. I want him.

He pushes the tip of his cock into me, and I gasp at the sensation. It feels so good, but I also feel a sharp pain as my pussy stretches to accommodate him. I whimper. “Is there much more?”

He laughs, though it sounds breathy. He’s clearly struggling to maintain control, which soothes my ego in an odd way. “Many inches yet, angel.”

I bite my lip, bracing myself as he pushes deeper into me. The pain intensifies, but I try to focus on how good it feels as well. I want this. I want to give my virginity to Kiril. It’s not about some archaic tradition to make us officially married, or to produce the heir we have to have. It’s all about me, this moment, the sensations he evokes, and him.

I cry out when there’s a sharp sting as he breaks through my barrier. I tense, but he holds me still, kissing me deeply. “It’s done. You’re mine now.”

I whimper, but the pain fades as he begins to move, and I gasp at the sensation. It’s so intense, but it’s also incredible. I feel so full, and every nerve in my body seems to be on fire. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he thrusts into me. The friction of his cock rubbing against my inner walls sends shivers of pleasure through me, and I moan, grinding my hips against him.

He groans, picking up speed, and it’s clear he’s losing control. I don’t mind. I want him to lose control. I want him to fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel every inch of him inside me, claiming me in the most primal way possible. Lost in this haze of passion and need, I want to belong only to him forever.

I cry out as he thrusts harder, driving me closer to the edge. I tremble with the intensity of my desire, and I can’t hold back any longer. I let go, giving in to the waves of pleasure washing over me. I shout as I come, pussy clamping down on his cock. My vision blurs, and I’m barely aware of anything except the feeling of him buried deep inside me.

Kiril thrusts a few more times before he comes, filling me with his seed. I cling to him, savoring the moment. I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my life. I feel safe and loved, despite the fact that I hardly know him. I want to stay in this moment forever, but it won’t last.

Reality will intrude soon enough, and I’ll have to face the consequences of my actions, but for now, I’m content to simply enjoy the afterglow of our union. We lay there afterward, tangled in each other’s arms, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Kiril presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

I nod, still too overwhelmed to speak. I should feel guilty, shouldn’t I? For enjoying this, for wanting more, but all I feel is a strange sense of peace.

He pulls me closer, and I rest my head on his chest. His heartbeat is strong and steady beneath my ear. As I drift off to sleep, I wonder what tomorrow will bring. This started as a marriage of convenience, but it’s going to be so much more complicated than that.