Arranged Mafia Marriage

Chapter 11Felicity

11

Felicity

I step out of the treatment room, my skin glowing from the luxurious massage I’ve just received. The spa’s soothing scent of lavender and eucalyptus lingers in the air as I adjust my plush robe.

After everything I’ve been through the past week, I needed this, and Kiril knows it. He made sure that I had every luxury available to me so that I could shake some of the stress off my shoulders. I feel a bit better already.

I’m about to head to the relaxation lounge when I notice a maintenance worker at the end of the hallway. Something about him seems off. His uniform doesn’t quite fit right, and his gaze darts around nervously.

Before I can process this, he lunges toward me, a thin wire glinting in his hands.

I try to scream, but the wire wraps around my throat, cutting off my air. Panic floods my system as I claw at the wire, desperate for breath. My vision starts to blur, and I’m certain this is the end.

Suddenly, there’s a commotion behind me. The pressure on my throat vanishes, and I stumble forward, gasping for air. I whirl around to see Kiril standing there, blazing with fury. A ceramic knife is embedded in the attacker’s hand, and blood drips onto the pristine floor.

“Felicity, get back,” Kiril shouts as he charges at the hitman.

I press myself against the wall, watching in horror and awe as Kiril engages in a brutal fight with my would-be killer. The narrow spa corridor becomes a battlefield as the two men trade blows.

He moves with lethal grace, dodging punches and delivering devastating strikes of his own. The hitman is skilled, but Kiril’s fury gives him an edge. They grapple, slamming into walls and knocking over decorative vases.

The fight seems to last an eternity, though it’s probably only seconds. Finally, Kiril gains the upper hand. He grabs the hitman by the hair and smashes his head against the marble countertop with a sickening crack. The attacker crumples to the floor, unconscious or worse.

He turns to me, chest heaving. “Are you alright?” His voice is rough with exertion.

I nod, unable to speak. My throat burns where the wire cut into my skin, and I’m shaking uncontrollably.

He approaches me slowly, as if afraid I’ll bolt. “It’s okay,” he says softly. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

His words break the dam, and I collapse against him, sobbing. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly as I cry.

“I thought I was going to die,” I choke out between sobs.

Kiril gently strokes my back. “I won’t let that happen. I promise.”

As my sobs subside, I become acutely aware of his solid presence. His heart beats steadily under my ear, and his arms feel like a fortress around me. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, I truly believe I’m safe. I pull back slightly, looking up at Kiril. He seems shaken while still somewhat enraged. “How did you know?” I ask.

“I was coming to surprise you with a couples’ massage. When I heard the commotion, I knew something was wrong.”

Gratitude washes over me. “You saved my life.”

He gently cups my face, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. “I will always protect you.”

The intensity in his features takes my breath away. This is more than just a business arrangement or a duty. I see genuine care and something deeper that I’m not ready to name.

“We need to get you out of here,” says Kiril, glancing at the unconscious hitman. “My men will take care of this mess.”

I nod, suddenly exhausted. Kiril keeps an arm around me as he guides me through the spa, shielding me from curious onlookers. In the parking lot, he helps me into a waiting car.

As we drive away, I press my head against the cool window, processing what just happened. “It was one of Damiano’s men, wasn’t it?” I ask quietly.

Kiril’s jaw clenches. “Most likely. He’s getting desperate.”

“What are we going to do?”

Kiril squeezes my hand. “We’re going to keep you safe, and we’re going to end this threat permanently.”

I look at our intertwined hands, then back at him. The determination in his face should frighten me, but instead, it makes me feel secure. I trust this man completely, not just with my life, but with my heart. It’s a little frightening and a lot heady. “Okay,” I say softly. “I trust you.”

He brings my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles. “Thank you, darling. I won’t let you down.”

As we drive through the city, I close my eyes, allowing myself to relax in his presence. The day’s events have left me shaken, but they’ve also shown me the depth of my husband’s commitment. The car speeds through the city streets, the world outside a blur of lights and shadows. My heart still races from the attack, adrenaline coursing through my veins. His presence beside me is both comforting and electrifying.

I turn to face him, taking in his strong profile. “Thank you. You saved my life back there.”

His gaze is intense. “I’m glad I was there.”

The air between us crackles with tension. Without thinking, I sway closer and press my lips to his. Kiril responds immediately, pulling me closer. His kiss is fierce and demanding, igniting a fire deep within me.

I climb onto his lap, straddling him as our kisses grow more urgent. His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and dip. I grind against him, feeling his cock harden beneath me.

He breaks our kiss, his breathing ragged.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, breathless.

“Nothing,” he says, his voice husky. “I just need to feel you.”

I nod, understanding. I need to feel him too. I look over my shoulder to ensure the privacy screen is up, shielding us from Viktor before I start tugging at his suit jacket.

He helps me remove it, and I toss it to the floor. My fingers move to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with trembling fingers. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I need to feel his skin against mine. I push the shirt off his shoulders, revealing a muscular chest and arms. For a second, I place my hand over his heart, feeling it thump steadily under my hand.

When I was in the throes of dying, not sure I’d escape that wire, I didn’t have time to think about anything. Now that I’m free and have a second chance, I want to embrace everything. I want to live. I want to experience all the things I’ve missed out on. And right now, I want to experience Kiril again.

I lean forward and kiss his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He groans, gripping my hips. I nip his skin, then soothe it with my tongue. I want to mark him, to leave my own claim on him. I want the world to know that he’s mine.

I continue kissing and nibbling my way down his neck and across his collarbone. I explore every inch of his exposed skin, savoring the taste and feel of him, committing it to memory. I rake my nails down his abs, making him hiss as I smile.

“You’re a minx,” he says through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to maintain control.

I smirk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I slide off his lap and kneel between his legs. I reach for the zipper of his pants, pausing to look up at him.

“Are you sure?” he asks huskily.

I nod, my eyes never leaving his. “I want you.”

With that, I pull down the zipper and free his cock. It springs up, thick and heavy as I wrap my hand around it. I stroke it slowly, watching as it grows even harder under my touch. I lower my head and lick the tip, tasting the salty precum before swirling my tongue around the head. He grunts, and I smile with satisfaction around his cock as I swallow it an inch at a time. I suck gently, enjoying the feel of it on my tongue. I bob my head up and down, taking as much of it as I can.

I use my hand to stroke the base, twisting and squeezing as I suck. He moans, gripping my hair as I increase my pace. I want to make him lose control, to give in to the pleasure. I want to hear him cry out my name as he cums deep in my throat. My own arousal is growing, and my panties get wet. I rub my thighs together, trying to ease the ache.

I redouble my efforts, sucking and stroking with abandon. His cock begins to pulse in my mouth, and I issue a protest when he pulls me off with a small pop. “You didn’t finish.”

“I will,” he says with rough passion as he hikes up my dress and rips off my panties. He’s like a beast, wild and untamed, and I love every minute of it as he spreads my legs around his thighs as I straddle him on the car seat. “But I want to cum inside you, not your mouth.”

He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip of his cock. I’m so wet and ready that I don’t need any foreplay. He thrusts almost savagely into me as he bites hard on my shoulder. It hurts but in a good way. I wonder if he’s feeling the need to claim me too?

“I’m here,” I whisper as his cock bottoms out inside me. “Not going anywhere.” My words turn into a moan as he grabs one of my breasts roughly through my clothes.

“I could have lost you today, darling. A minute later...” He trails off, burying his face against my skin for a moment. He’s breathing deeply and clearly fighting for control of his emotions.

I rub his back. “I know, but you didn’t. I’m right here, with you.”

“You’re mine. I won’t let you go.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, and I cling to him, riding his cock like my life depends on it.

“I’m yours, Kiril. Only yours.”

My words seem to unleash something in him because he starts fucking me with a ferocity I’ve never experienced before. I feel every inch of him as he pounds into me, and I meet each thrust with equal fervor. My nipple is almost sore from the way he roughly kneads my breast, but I don’t care. Even if it bruises later, I need this right now.

He moves his hands to my hips and then my ass, cupping it and forcing me to take even more of him. I can’t believe how full I am, but I want more. I want everything he has to give.

I lean back, changing the angle of my hips, and suddenly, he’s hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. I scream, and he covers my mouth with his hand.

“Quiet, darling. You need to be quiet.”

I nod, and he releases my mouth. I bite my lip to keep from crying out again, but I can’t stop the whimpers that escape as he continues to pound into me. The pressure builds inside me, and I cling to him, digging my nails into his shoulders. I’m so close, but I need more. I need him to come with me.

I reach down between us and stroke my clit, and that’s all it takes. I explode while I bury my face in his neck to muffle my cries as I ride out the aftershocks. My pussy clamps down on his cock, and he groans, his hips stuttering as he finds his own release.

We stay like that for a moment, our breathing ragged as we recover. Then he lifts me off of him and sets me down gently on the seat.

I look up at him, and there’s a fierceness in his eyes that I haven’t seen before.

“You’re mine, Felicity. I will never let you go.”

I smile up at him, my heart full. “I’m yours, Kiril.” I’m not entirely sure what I’m promising, but I understand it means accepting every part of my Bratva husband. That’s a little scary, but it’s mostly exhilarating.

He pulls me against him to stroke my hair gently, and I feel safer than I ever have before. “That was...” I trail off, unable to find the right words.

Kiril chuckles. “Intense.”

I nod, snuggling closer to him. As the afterglow fades, reality starts to creep back in. The attack at the spa replays in my mind, and I shudder.

“What’s wrong?” asks Kiril, concern evident in his voice.

I frown, trying to find the right words. “I don’t want to be helpless like that again. I want to learn how to defend myself.”

He nods. “Of course. We’ll start your training immediately.”

“Will you teach me how to shoot?” I ask. I’ve never been afraid of guns, but I’ve never had a reason to learn to shoot, until now.

He studies me for a moment before answering. “Yes, I’ll teach you, but it’s not just about shooting. You need to learn hand-to-hand combat, situational awareness, and everything else.”

I straighten up. “I’m ready. I want to learn it all.”

He smiles with approval. “We’ll start tomorrow. For now, let’s get you home and rested.”

As we continue our journey back to the penthouse, I adjust my worldview once more. I’m no longer just a pawn in this dangerous game. I’m going to become a player, and I’ll do whatever it takes to safeguard myself and those I care about.