Every sensation went on high alert. I stared at his reflection in the window in front of me and that smirk on his face told me he knew it too. “You need what, Morina?”
“I need to go to bed,” I whispered but we both knew I didn’t mean it.
“If you go now, who’s going to take care of how wet you are?”
“Jesus, Bastian.” I tried to step away from him but his grip on my neck tightened. He pulled me up against his body and turned me into the island counter until I was pinned between him and the granite. His cock pressed against me, and I felt the length of it, hard and ready at my ass.
He took that moment to rip his hand away and step back. I immediately whipped my head around, about to stutter out his name, but I didn’t get the chance, because he yanked my panties down and grabbed his tie off the counter.
I bit my lip, not sure what to do as I stared at him staring at me. His gaze trailed up my legs and stopped at my pussy.
“If you’re going to leave again and act like we aren’t fucking, I don’t want this, Bastian… ” It pained me to say the words. It felt like I was ripping my heart out and giving him the knife to stab it.
“Oh, I’m not going to. I’m taking what’s mine. You’re my wife. I should have been fucking that perfect pussy of yours from the very beginning. You keep trying to let another man have what’s mine, Morina, and I keep trying to be good to you and resist. For what?” He took my wrists as he talked and looped his silk tie around them. I watched in fascination as suddenly he pulled one side tight and my wrists slammed together, trapped. He turned me by my hips and pulled my wrists to the faucet, where he tied the other side of the silk.
I was suddenly caught, bent over, my ass half out for him to stare at.
Then he slid his hand up my thigh to where we both knew I was wet. “Look at this. You enjoy it. You love knowing I own you. Why do I keep fighting that?”
I started to pant from the way his hand went to my ass cheek, the way he kneaded it over and over. “I’ve never asked you to fight it.”
“Ragazza, you brought crystals of color into my world of white. This was supposed to be easy and clean.”
“I’ve never been clean. Easy maybe.”
“Easy? You think living with you and having you mention another man having you was easy? You think I want to share you with anyone?” He gripped my ass harder. “You think every time you bring up handing your ass out, I’m not going to tie you up and redden it?”
His fingers were so close to my entrance that I rolled my hips in hopes I’d get him to graze right where I wanted. But his hand pulled away only to come down hard on my ass cheek.
Not once, not twice, but three times.
I’d never had a man spank me before Bastian. Then again, I was dealing with the head of the mob, the mob that ruled all of the US. The daddy of all daddies, even if he didn’t want to be that.
I flipped my hair, quickly turning my head and staring him down over my shoulder. “Tying me up won’t make me only yours. You have to say it, Bastian, or I could be gone tomorrow.”
The little girl in me who’d been abandoned over and over again needed to hear it. Did he want me or did he not? Was this one more fuck or was this solidifying our relationship?
His jaw worked up and down, the tendons in his neck pulling taut. He was holding back, but in his eyes I saw the raging fire I’d seen the other night. Everyone thought Bastian’s default was to make alliances, to be the most amiable godfather there had ever been. Maybe I was the first to witness the fury deep down where he locked it away.
My pussy clenched as we glared at one another. I was tapping into a ferocious energy that no one ever got to witness. Like the moon, the stars, the planets, or the sun, I moved with this man.
The powerful emotion in him was palpable and I wanted too close to it. Like the sun, it would burn me, probably kill me and leave me in ashes, but I couldn’t fight the allure.
“You’re mine,ragazza. You spread your legs for another man, I’ll hunt him down and kill him.” He’d turned vicious, the way I wanted him. “I only want you. You’ll have to decide if you want all of me too. I’m not a good man. I never was, but I’m going to try for you,ragazza. I’m going to try.”
He got on his knees and made me scream his full name. I yanked at the faucet when he brought me to orgasm again by just fingering me. I told him I couldn’t take it anymore.
He laughed against my neck. “You take what I give you. Take and take and take. I intend to give you the world. Now, keep screaming my name. It’s all I want to hear for the rest of the night.”
36
Morina
Time was irrelevant to me after that. Bastian carried me to bed and had me on my knees, gagging on his cock before he fucked me over and over again on my bed.
“Are you staying to cuddle?” I asked as he pulled me close.
“You got me now. Til death do us part.”