Unwanted Marriage with the Mafia Boss (Mob Boss’s Unexpected Twins Duet #1)

3. Chiara

CHAPTER 3

Chiara

I make my way through the room, looking around. The light is dim and gives everything a soft blue glow. I don’t know why, but when I’m here, everything is different. It’s like I’m not me anymore, or well, I am still me, but more confident and free. No one really knows me.

This place gives me a special kind of energy. I never thought I could feel this way, especially after Filippo. I thought I’d never get out of my house—my real sanctuary—but this club is different for me.

I see a few familiar faces, but I’m not here for familiar . I need someone new. Someone who’ll make me forget everything for a moment. I just want to feel like I’m floating on a different plane of existence.

I want someone to give me what I need without asking for anything in return over and over again. If Elena knew about this, she’d say I’m just terrified of falling in love and being in a relationship.

And maybe I am. Maybe this is me just running away from all my problems, but I don’t care. I don’t think I can ever trust anyone with my heart again.

I spot a guy striding toward me, and my lips part in surprise. Whoa. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before because there’s no way I wouldn’t remember him. Everyone’s gazes instantly turn to him.

It’s like there’s a special aura around him—a commanding presence, and it’s not just because he’s tall and has broad shoulders. It’s something about the way he carries himself. Like he owns this club, or maybe the whole damn world.

His hair is jet-black and slightly ruffled. The big muscles in his arms push against his leather jacket. His white dress shirt underneath is unbuttoned at the top, offering a glimpse of his strong chest. As he gets closer, I look into his eyes—mesmerizing blue.

This guy shouldn’t be real, but he somehow is. Is he a model? An actor? An athlete? Or all in one? I have no idea, but it’s impossible to look away from him.

His gaze is trained on mine, and a little gasp gets stuck in my throat when he approaches me. Really? Me? Out of all the gorgeous women in the room who are ogling him? I fight the urge to look behind me.

It’s not that I think I’m ugly—if I did, I wouldn’t be here at all—but I don’t expect a guy like him to go for someone like me. I’m just not tall enough and don’t have the perfect supermodel body.

Maybe it’s just his expensive-looking jacket, but I have a feeling he only appreciates and wants absolute perfection. It’s weird to judge anyone based on their looks, but he’s just giving me that vibe. Maybe I’m wrong.

“Hi,” he says as he stops right in front of me, his full lips spreading into an irresistible smile.

I bet this guy has never heard a no in his life.

“Um, hi.” I return his smile, trying not to gape at him like an idiot.

Maybe he just wants to ask me something related to the club.

He leans forward, and I find myself enveloped in the refreshing scent of his cologne. Wild and free—it’s how I’d name that scent.

His lips almost brush my skin as he whispers into my ear. A zap of electricity runs through me as he lists exactly what he’d like to do to me. Heat spreads all over me. Oh hell. It would be like a dream come true, but can I trust him? Sure, the club has rules and all, but it’s not foolproof and I’m sure this guy has enough money to get everything he wants.

“What do you say? Would you like that?” he asks as our gazes meet again.

“Yes.” I have no doubts about that.

Is today my lucky day or what? Something like this only used to happen in my fantasies, and never in real life.

A smile curves his lips. “Perfect. Safe word?”

“Sunset.”

“Sunset,” he repeats the word.

I give him a small nod.

“Come with me.” He offers me his hand, and I take it.

People are staring at us. Is that what it feels like to be popular? To be a star? One part of me likes the attention, just because I know it’s not going to last long.

He keeps glancing at me.

“Screw it. I can’t wait to kiss you. You’re just so fucking beautiful.” He shoves me against the wall in the hallway, his lips crashing against mine.

Fire spreads through my veins as his mouth presses hard against mine, his tongue slipping past my lips. His hand slides under my dress and tightly grips my thigh. His mouth ravages mine as his warm body leans into me. It’s like being trapped between two walls, but I like it. I like the intensity with which he’s kissing me. He’s not afraid I’m going to break.

“What is it about you?” he whispers as his lips shift to my neck.

A moan escapes my throat as his hand briefly dips to my already wet panties. I don’t know if anyone’s watching us, but I couldn’t care less right now. He’s intoxicating.

“Look what you’re doing to me.” He catches my hand and places it over the bulge in his pants.

Oh hell. He’s rock hard and huge. Should I be worried? But I’m not. I’m burning stronger than ever.

He tugs me with him, and when the door to one of the rooms opens, my eyes widen. It’s one of those private VIP rooms, and it’s enormous. Soft music starts playing the moment we enter. It’s probably bigger than the apartment where I used to live with—

He grabs me from behind, his lips fastening to my neck. My thoughts scatter as I hear the door close with a click and he runs his hands down my stomach. I know what’s going to happen because he told me, but my body is still tense with anticipation. Will it be as good as it sounded? Better? Worse? Can he deliver what he promised?

He rubs himself against my ass, sending another jolt of heat through me, as he cups my breasts. Then he tugs on my dress, and the sound of ripping material cuts through the air. I let out a surprised gasp.

Just how strong is he? Luckily, it’s just a random dress I found in my closet. As it falls to the floor, I hope there’s enough left to tie around me after, or I’m not sure how I’ll get home. My heels are easy to slip off, and I kick them toward the corner where they won’t get in the way.

He traces his fingers over my skin, and I forget what I was even thinking about a moment ago. After unclasping my bra with ease, he yanks it off me and tosses it somewhere across the room. His jacket flies through the air next.

He squeezes my breasts and toys with my nipples, giving me a few sharp pinches that only excite me more. His hands explore my body, caressing and groping.

“Get down on your knees,” he commands.

I face him and lower myself down, keeping my eyes on him. My insides are a quivery mix of excitement and a little bit of fear. My ex was never satisfied with my technique. Will this guy be different?

His eyes are brimming with desire and hunger. I don’t think anyone has ever watched me like that, as if he sees me as more than just a way to get off. But I must be imagining all that. Why would a random guy like him care about anything other than his own pleasure?

“Open your mouth,” he says as he pushes the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows.

Even his veiny arms are hot like hell.

I obey, and he unzips his pants. My eyes go wide as his thick length springs out. I’ve never been with anyone so big.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he says. “If you want me to stop, lift your hand up, okay?”

“Yeah.” I do as he asks.

He slowly pushes his cock past my lips and sighs. I try to take as much of him in as possible as I gently suck on his sensitive flesh. He groans, rocking his hips. His movements gain speed, and I struggle a little. When I think I’m about to choke, I raise my hand.

My heart beats faster. I shouldn’t be scared. I’m just doing what he told me to do, but what if he reacts like Filippo?

He immediately backs away from me. “Sorry, I got carried away. Are you okay?”

I just stare at him, unblinking. Why am I even surprised? He’s not Filippo. I can trust him.

Blue. I think I’m going to call him Blue, because his eyes are so damn blue as he looks at me with concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” I say. “I was just a little out of air. That’s all:”

“Come here.” He extends his hand to me and pulls me up to my feet.

His arms wrap around me and I end up pressed against his chest. Safe. I feel safe, and I haven’t felt that with a man in, like...

Never, I guess. Even when they were nice to me, I expected their tense shoulders, mouths curved in annoyance, and eyes flashing with disdain. I didn’t get any of that with Blue.

His fingers trail up and down my back, and then he places his hand on my cheek. When our gazes lock, he presses his lips against mine. More warmth and need fills my body.

He keeps kissing me, his mouth getting rougher against mine, and I like it. I’m glad he hasn’t changed his mind about me and that he doesn’t think he needs to be more gentle. We stumble to the left, and I let out a surprised yelp when he pushes me onto the bed, which is way softer and more comfortable than the one in a regular room. The sheets are dark blue and silky, and so damn nice.

Blue flips me over and pulls my hips up, so I find myself facedown on the bed and with my ass in the air. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. I gasp as he yanks them down my legs. His hands travel up my legs, massaging lightly and making me moan. He kneads my skin and then his fingers slip between my legs.

He runs his hand over my wetness, forcing my legs farther apart. I push against his hand, hungry for more of his touch. Needy for him.

His thumb briefly presses against my clit, and then without warning, he brings his palm hard down on my bottom. And then again. And again.

The smacks are sharp and swift and echo through the room. My skin stings and tingles, and the throbbing between my legs gets even stronger.

Blue caresses my bottom and gives me a couple of more smacks. The bed shifts and he grasps my thighs. A loud moan tears its way out of my throat when I feel his tongue gliding over my pussy. He spreads my folds, licking and flicking his tongue over my clit. I’m having trouble staying still as he laps at me, finding just the right pace.

When he hits the right spot, my release rolls through me with so much force that it leaves me breathless. My whole body tingles and pulses with pleasure, and I can’t focus on anything other than the crazy need to have him inside me.

He moves to the nightstand, and I catch a glimpse of a condom wrapper. I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath. I hear something that sounds like Blue taking off his clothes. That’s good. I need a break.

But Blue is quick. He doesn’t give me much chance to recover because he positions himself behind me and shoves himself so deep and so fast inside me that I cry out. It only takes me a moment to adjust because the raging desire in me completely overtakes me.

Blue mercilessly pumps his hips as he holds onto me, and every stroke is like adding gasoline to a fire. I’m floating on a cloud of pleasure, and it’s as if no one and nothing can touch me.

What was it again that was worrying me? I don’t know, and I don’t care. It’s just Blue and me here, and I don’t have to know anything about him to feel bliss.

When his forceful thrusts spill me over the edge, I let out a loud cry that mixes with Blue’s grunts. I hide my face in the sheets, and my whole body feels like jelly.

Why does this feel so damn good? I’m tired and spent, and yet, every inch of my body is tingling with joy. I don’t want to ever leave this room. I don’t want to think about anything or do anything.

Blue rolls over onto the bed next to me, and I turn around so I can stare at the ceiling as I pant for breath. Then I glance at him. He’s staring at me with those impossibly blue eyes, which are now calm and sated.

Is any of this even real or is it all just a dream? Because it seems too good to be true. Why do I feel like I have a connection with a complete stranger? Why do our bodies fit together so well? Why does he know exactly what to do to make my body sing without even knowing anything about me?

It shouldn’t be possible. I said I wouldn’t be thinking, but my mind is running relentlessly. At least I’m not thinking about anything bad. Just about Blue. I wish I knew his real name, but I can’t. We’re here for pleasure. This isn’t a dating club.

I’ll probably never see him again. And even if I do, this can’t happen again. It would break my one-time-thing rule. I can’t risk catching feelings for the guys I hook up with. No matter how great it is or how much I want it, I have to resist.

Blue’s lips spread into a smile, and I immediately think about breaking my own rule. But I can’t. I shouldn’t. Blue probably isn’t as nice as I think he is, and he wouldn’t even like the real me. Who knows what his life is like? I’d never fit in, and I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I don’t think I’m ready.

Besides, everything is always nice in the beginning, until enough time passes, everyone relaxes, and things go to hell. This just needs to be a beginning and an end, with nothing in between.

Something buzzes somewhere, probably Blue’s phone. He groans as he lifts himself up. I stare at his perfectly toned body as he gets dressed, and I’m almost drooling. Why can’t he be my boyfriend? Like in some nice story where everyone is happy and everything’s perfect.

“I have to go,” he says, breaking me out of my thoughts. “You can stay for as long as you need. There’s a shower behind that door.” He nods his head toward it as he picks up his clothes off the floor. “And there’s some clothes in the closet. The door locks itself automatically, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Thanks.” I give him a small smile.

Wow, that’s really, really nice of him, and yeah, it makes me wish even more that this was something different.

With a sigh, I gaze at the ceiling. Maybe if I don’t look at him again, I’ll be able to forget him. He’s just a nice stranger who gave me one of the best nights of my life. I guess I’ve just been disappointed so many times that this seems like absolute perfection in comparison.

Maybe I don’t have to forget Blue. I need to treasure this night forever and never settle for anything less.