Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
Marabella’s cries had calmed down and her breathing evened out. I felt her head lull in my hand. I looked down to find her asleep. My heart sank as I realized she had just cried herself to sleep her first night with me. Even if it wasn’t because of me it still hurt me to see her this way.
I gently brushed the hair from her face, so that I could run my thumb over the bruise that had started to form on her cheek. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. And her lip. Fuck. It’s swollen up, making the split on it protrude. I know she had fought for her life. One of the man’s nose was crooked and bleeding, while the other also sported a broken nose and a limp from a busted knee cap. I could see it when she yanked the door open and confronted the bastards. I didn’t need to be told what they were attempting to do to her. I knew because I wanted her the second I seen her and that never happens. With anyone.
“Boss, we are here.”, Cal’s voice broke through my thoughts. Cal got out of the driver’s seat and walked around the back to my side. He opened the door for me as I scooped Mara’s precious body up to secure her in my arms.
I stepped out of the vehicle and looked around the villa. It’s late so everyone is asleep and silence fills the cool night air. The only movement comes from the men I brought with me and the men on guard duty.
Cal outstretched his arms towards Mara. “I’ll take her for you, Boss”, he said. I turned my body away from his, not allowing his hands to even skim her. “You won’t fucking touch her, ever”, I demanded. Cal put his hands up in surrender as he took a step back. “Yes, Boss”, he resigned. “Bring her bag to my room.”, I ordered, tossing my head in the direction of the back of the SUV.”Yes, Boss”, he said, nodding and heading to the back of the vehicle.
Marabella stirred in my arms. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she buried her face further into my neck, then hummed. A crooked smile broke out across my face. That was fucking adorable.
I walked to the front door, where I was greeted by my younger brother and second in command, Sergio. “Brother, you’re back”, he greeted with open arms. He looked down at Mara and furrowed his eyebrows, “Who’s this?”, he asked confused. “You’re future sister-in-law. Be quiet, she’s asleep”, I hissed. Damn these men. His face contorted in shock as his lips made an ‘O’ shape.
“All I know is her name is, Marabella, she goes to the university here in town and her mother is Sherry Marcio. Find out everything you can for me.”, I instructed, as I walked to the stairs. “Oh, and draw up a marriage certificate. I want us married by the end of tomorrow.”, I said. I turned and walked up the stairs before he had a chance to speak back.
“Hmm. What’s going on?”, Mara mumbled sleepily. “Shh, go back to sleep. We are home now.”, I whispered. A small hum thrummed in her chest before I felt her body relax against me, once again. God, she’s so fucking precious.
I walked into my room and gently laid her on the bed. Her suitcase already sat right inside the bedroom door. However, I didn’t want to go through it, so I just sat it inside the closet and grabbed one of my shirts for her.
I walked back to the bed and removed Marabella’s shoes and socks. Then pulled her jeans off. I groaned out loud when I saw her black cheeky panties. Her tan lines sat low on her thighs, telling me she wears shorts when she swims. I pulled her shirt off her head next, revealing a tattoo on her hip. It portrayed the phases of the moon. Fuck, that’s sexy.
It was hard refraining from running my hands over her smooth bare skin, as she laid only in her underwear on my bedspread. I slid my shirt onto her body carefully. Worried if I get to much of a feel, I’ll no longer be a gentleman. I noticed some stretch marks on her thighs, making me bite my lip. Fuck. I gently tucked the covers around her and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Goodnight, bambina (baby).”, uttered.
I quietly headed to the in-suite bathroom to take a cold shower to calm my raging hormones. Fuck, I feel like a teenager. My cock is rock hard right now. I rub my hand over it groaning as Mara’s body pops into my mind. Fuck it. I stroke from the base to the tip and back down, a guttural moan reverberating in the back of my throat.
Marabella’s face popped into my mind, her brown hair, blue eyes, her plump lips. “Ahh”, I groaned quietly, as the image of her lips wrapped around my cock came to mind. Fucking hell. Within a few strokes, I was cumming hard. My hand gripped the shower wall, as my body jolted with pleasure. “Fuck”, I mumbled.
After washing down real fast, I threw on a pair of sweatpants and curled up in bed with Mara. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her back flush to my bare chest. She hummed as she snuggled further into me.
A smile graced my lips. I’ve never felt so content in my life, as I do right now, in this moment. Her fragrance of vanilla and strawberries drives me mad, but also ironically calms me at the same time.
When I woke up the sun was peeking in the curtains, allowing the rays to shine into the room. Marabella was still sound asleep in my arms. I pulled her closer to my chest and buried my face in her hair, breathing her scent in deep.
She stirred in her sleep, before I felt her fingers skim down my arm, until her hand rested over mine. “Good morning, bella (beautiful).”, my voice rumbled with sleep. I felt her shiver against me, making me smirk. She hummed gently as she turned her body enough to face me. A gorgeous smile crossed her lips, “Good morning”, she spoke softly.
