Till Death Saves Me (Forced Mafia Marriages)

16. Ginny

16

GINNY

I pace my room, my heart racing as I replay the kiss over and over in my mind. Ivan's lips on mine, his strong arms pulling me close - it was everything I'd secretly longed for and everything I feared. How can I want someone like him — a deadly, dangerous murderer who probably has no idea what it means to love or stay faithful to one person — so desperately?

It's been two hours and my body is still thrumming. But what's worse is my heart is aching. I shouldn't have let it get caught up in this, not with a man like him. I'm only setting myself up for disaster, and no matter how hard I try to keep myself from him, I keep finding myself getting closer.

The sound of the front door slamming jolts me from my thoughts. Ivan's home. My stomach twists with a mix of anticipation and dread as I make my way downstairs. I couldn't even stop myself if I tried. I'm still wound up from earlier and it needs an outlet.

I find him in the living room, tension radiating off him in waves. Our eyes lock, and suddenly I can't hold back anymore.

"You're a coward," I spit out, my voice trembling with anger as I try to bury every other emotion underneath it.

Ivan's eyes flash dangerously. He stalks towards me, closing the distance between us in three long strides. His hand grips my arm, not painfully, but firmly enough to make me gasp.

"Say that again," he growls, his face inches from mine.

I lift my chin defiantly, refusing to back down. "You're a coward for running."

Something shifts in Ivan's expression, fury and desire clashing together so violently that my knees go weak.

"Fine," he snarls. "You want me to stay? I'll fucking stay."

Before I can react, his mouth crashes onto mine. This kiss is nothing like the first - it's hard, demanding, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing we've both been fighting. I match his intensity, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I pull him closer.

Ivan backs me up against the wall, his body pressing against mine. I can feel the heat of him through our clothes, and it sets my skin on fire. His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips trail down my neck.

"Ivan," I gasp, torn between pushing him away and begging for more.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with want. "Tell me to stop," he challenges, his voice rough. "If you don't want this, you need to tell me to fucking stop right now."

I stare at him, my chest heaving. But I can't say those words. My mouth refuses to even try because I can't keep myself from him any longer.

So I fist the front of her shirt and whisper, "Please fuck me."

Ivan captures my mouth with his, and it's incredible. His lips are firm, demanding, and I can't help but melt into him. He picks me up effortlessly, carrying me upstairs to his room. The scent of sandalwood envelops me, intoxicating my senses. He lays me back on his bed, the soft fabric cool against my heated skin.

"Undress," he commands, his voice rough with desire. I move quickly, my eyes never leaving his. He watches me intently, his gaze a physical caress as I reveal more of myself to him. He squeezes his cock through his pants as I push off my shorts, leaving myself bare and already wet, and the sight sends a throb of anticipation through me.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, before leaning down to capture my lips again. His kiss is hungry, consuming, and I can't get enough. He trails kisses down my body, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

When he settles between my legs, I tense up. He notices immediately, pausing to look up at me.

"What's wrong?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

I feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me. "No one has ever..." I trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

His eyes widen in realization. "No one has ever made you come with their tongue?" he asks, his voice a low growl. I can't tell if he's angry or relieved. He's pretty possessive, and I thought he knew since I've always been engaged to him that he knew.

Is he going to freak out that I'm a virgin?

I shake my head, admitting softly, "No one has ever made me come, ever. I've never been with a man."

A feral grin spreads across Ivan's face, and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't wait to ruin you, Virginia," he says, his voice filled with dark promise. "To mold you to me."

And then he dives in.

"Fuck," he groans after his first taste wracks a shutter through me. "You are so goddamn sweet."

Ivan's breath is hot between my thighs, his eyes locked onto mine, watching my every reaction. He starts slow, a soft stroke of his tongue that makes my hips buck. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he tastes me, exploring every inch like it's territory to conquer.

His tongue circles my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. I can't look away from him, his eyes dark and hungry, reflecting the dim light of the room. He's devouring me, licking and sucking like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.

One finger slips inside me, followed by another. He pumps them slowly, stretching me gently. His tongue continues its relentless assault, flicking and teasing, driving me to the brink. I'm panting, clutching the sheets beneath me, my body arching into his touch.

"Ivan," I moan, trying to pull him closer. He responds by pulling back, a wicked smirk on his face.

"Patience, malyshka," he murmurs, his fingers still moving inside me, crooking to hit a spot that makes me cry out. "I will take as long with you as I like."

He dives back in, his tongue replacing his fingers on that spot. I'm writhing now, my hips moving in time with his mouth. He slips his fingers back inside, pumping them faster, harder. I'm close, so close.

But every time I'm about to tip over the edge, he pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate.

"Please," I beg, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, Ivan."

He looks up at me, his chin glistening with my arousal. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. "What do you want, Virginia?" he asks, his voice rough.

"I want... I need..." I can't form the words, my mind clouded with desire.

He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. "Tell me what you need," he demands, his fingers stilling inside me.

"I need to come," I whimper, my body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Ivan. Make me come."

He growls, a sound of pure satisfaction. His mouth is back on me, his tongue working my clit as his fingers pump faster, harder. The sensation builds, pleasure coiling tight in my belly. I'm right on the edge, teetering on the precipice.

And then I'm falling, tumbling into an abyss of pleasure. Waves of it crash over me, my body convulsing as I cry out his name. He rides out my orgasm, his mouth and fingers gentling, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

Only when I'm limp and gasping does he pull away, a satisfied smirk on his face. He watches me, his eyes filled with pride and possession. Like he owns me. And in this moment, he does. Completely.

But I still want more.

I reach for Ivan's pants, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He chuckles, a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. With a swift motion, he strips off his clothes, revealing every inch of his muscled body.

My eyes widen as I take in the sight of his cock. It's massive, and my legs clench involuntarily at the thought of taking him inside me.

Ivan leans over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom. But I stop him, my hand gently grasping his wrist. "I don't want anything between us," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes meet mine, a flicker of surprise in their depths. "Besides, we're married. I'm going to have your kids at some point."

"You want me to breed you, Virginia?" he asks, a wicked grin spreading across his face. The words send a jolt of heat straight to my core, the idea turning me on more than I ever thought possible.

He leans down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. His body presses against mine, the heat of his skin searing into me. He lines his cock up with my entrance, but I place a hand on his chest, stopping him. My heart is pounding, my body aching for him, but my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts.

"Wait," I murmur, my voice trembling slightly. I always knew he was going to take my virginity, but... my stupid heart is too involved now. And I have to know.

His gaze softens. "What is it, Virginia?"

"Are you clean?" I ask, my cheeks warming slightly. It's a question I never thought I'd have to ask, but here we are.

Ivan's expression darkens for a moment, and he nods. "I've always used condoms with everyone else," he says, his voice firm.

The words sting, but I needed to hear that. I needed that reminder that this is arranged, that I shouldn't be letting this man into my heart even if he owns my body.

I look away as I wait for him to slide into me, but he doesn't move. Instead, he grips my chin, turning it back to him. "Hey," he murmurs, his thumb gently brushing my cheek. "There hasn't been anyone since I married you."

I search his eyes, looking for any sign that he is lying, but all I see is sincerity. And I believe him. I fucking shouldn't, but I do. A warmth spreads through me, knowing that despite everything, he's been faithful to me. A woman he didn't even want as his wife.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. And then, slowly, he pushes into me. It burns, the sensation overwhelming, but at the same time, it feels incredible. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fills me completely.

Ivan moves above me, his hips thrusting with a controlled, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke fills me completely, stretching me, claiming me. I never imagined sex could feel this good, this intense. His body presses against mine, his breath hot on my ear as he whispers filthy praise.

"You feel incredible, Virginia," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "So tight, so wet for me."

I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside me, my nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure bordering on pain. But I love it. I love every dirty word, every powerful thrust.

"Ivan," I moan, my voice barely recognizable. I'm begging, pleading for more. For him.

He captures my mouth with his, swallowing my cries. His tongue mirrors the movements of his hips, driving me wild with need. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs against my lips. "Taking me so well."

His words send a thrill through me. I've always been eager to please, but with Ivan, it's different. His approval ignites something primal within me, a desire to make him happy, to satisfy him.

It's so at odds with the years that we've spent fighting each other, but right now, I just want him to tell me how fucking perfect I am for him.

I always knew he was dark and dirty and depraved. But as he bites my skin and whispers in my ear, as he pins my wrists down and drives me into this mattress with a brutality that shouldn't hurt so fucking good, I realize that I want it. I want my husband to do depraved things to me over and over.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine. The intensity in his gaze holds me captive, drawing me in. I'm drowning in him, consumed by his presence, his touch, his scent.

His pace quickens, each thrust more urgent than the last. He's hitting that spot over and over, building the pressure inside me. I can feel it coiling, tightening, ready to snap.

"Oh, fuck," he grinds out. "Your pussy so fucking tight. So fucking perfect. I knew I was going to become addicted to you."

My body tightens with every word. "Ivan," I moan, begging and pleading all with one word.

"Come with me, Virginia," he commands, his voice strained. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

His words push me over the edge. My body convulses, pleasure exploding through every nerve. I cry out his name, my voice echoing through the room. He groans, his body tensing as he finds his own release.

We ride out the waves together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged. It's intense, overwhelming, and perfect. I never want this moment to end. I never want to let him go.

And terror jolts through me at the thought. Because I think I'm starting to fall for him.