Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
I know that she has been through a lot in the past few days. The trauma of yesterday has to be bothering her, especially since it was also our wedding day. Something she will have to carry in her mind forever. I feel completely responsible for it too. I know that I have men on this, but they could have caught them before yesterday. And all of that could have been avoided on my wedding day.
“Go get dressed for class, baby girl”, I said softly, as I patted her thigh and nodded toward the closet. Marabella nodded as she stood from my lap and went toward the closet. I waited a few seconds before standing and following behind her. I leaned on the door frame, as I watched her. Her back was facing me, and she stood in only her bra and panties. I could see my hand prints on her ass cheeks. But, my eyes were drawn further up to the bruises on her back.
Damn, is there more than there was yesterday? My gut twisted at the sight of them. I allowed her to get hurt, after promising I wouldn’t. On our wedding day, no less. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself at her back, reaching out to skim my fingers over her discolored flesh. Marabella jumped, startled by my sudden appearance.
“My apologies, bambina”, I whispered, as I wrapped one arm, firm, around the front of her waist, as I continued to stroke her bruised skin. Counting how many bullets I would be putting in Vaughn’s body. “Luca”, Mara muttered, gently stroking the arm of mine that was wrapped around her waist. “Yes, bambina?”, I asked, not taking my eyes off her bruises. “I love being in your arms”, she uttered.
This caught my attention, making me look up and lock eyes with her through the wall mirror. “I love you being in my arms”, I said, wrapping my other arm around her shoulders, pulling her flush to my chest. “You fit perfectly”, I whispered in her ear, holding eye contact with her.
“Can I admit something to you?”, she asked softly, her cheeks blushing. “Of course, bambina”, I encouraged. “I’ve never been able to allow anyone to touch me, like this, and especially for this long”, she stuttered. It was my turn to tilt my head to the side in question. “What do you mean, amore (love)?”, I asked, with furrowed eyebrows. “I have a thing about people touching me. I don’t like it”, she muttered, looking at my arms, through the mirror. “But, I find comfort in your embrace. Safety, and acceptance”, she said, taking a broken breath.
Her words warmed my heart, making my arms tighten around her. I nuzzled my face into her neck. “I love how you have such a vital intuition about you”, I grinned, placing a kiss on her neck. “Beautiful, intelligent, feisty, and an intuition?”, I asked playfully. “Who was I blessed with?”, I muttered, more to myself than to Mara. But, I was positive she heard me, due to my close proximity.
Marabella’s head rested back on my shoulder, and she melted into my embrace. “Are you sure you can’t stay home today? I’ll take the day off”, I tried to coax. “It’ll only be three hours”, she whispered with a smile. “Three hours, too long”, I groaned, nuzzling her neck, and holding her to me, tighter.
“I know”, she murmured, caressing my arm. “I want us to go somewhere tomorrow night”, I said, looking up into the mirror to catch her eye. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh?”, she uttered. I nodded, “A Gala. I want you to go dress shopping today”, I said. Marabella frowned slightly, surprising me.”What’s the matter, piccola?”, I asked, softly turning her around in my arms so that I could see her face to face. “I don’t know the first thing about dress shopping”, she whispered, her cheeks tinting pink.
I chuckled, “Bambina, didn’t you go to school dances, or prom?”, I asked curiously. Her face loomed over, as she shook her head. I smiled softly, “Do you know what that means then?”, I asked, tenderly grabbing her chin. Her head did a little shake in my fingers. “It means that I get to take you to your first dance”, I smirked, watching as she flushed deeply. “But, I can’t dance”, she stuttered. “We will practice today and tomorrow. No worries, piccola. I am a great teacher”, I purred, nudging her nose with mine.
I leaned in for a kiss, but was stopped by her words. “I have faith you are, but I’m a bad learner”, she muttered. I pulled back and looked at her incredulously. “Now that I know is a lie”, I chastised, as I spanked her still panty-clad ass, making her yelp. I kissed her deeply before she could say anything else. When I pulled away, we were both breathing heavily. I haven’t had the pleasure of kissing her and feeling so much of her skin as she stood before me in only a bra and panties, yet.
So right now, I am as hard as a rock. My adrenaline pumping hard through my veins, as I pulled back slightly to admire her beauty. “Mia bellissima principessa (My beautiful princess), you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on”, I growled, running my hand gently over her stomach. Mara shuttered, “I need to get ready, or I will be late”, she uttered softly.
I groaned as I took a step back. “I must get dressed too then, since I am bringing you”, I said, taking a step toward my dresser. Mara’s cheeks tinted pink when I dropped my sweatpants. She quickly turned away, and started putting her own jeans on. I watched, hypnotized, as her black jeans slid up the back of her thick thighs and over her, still red, round ass, making her black panties disappear. I fisted my cock at the sight of her wiggling them into place.
“Goddamn, you are a sight to behold”, I muttered, my head tilted to the side as I studied her. She quickly whipped around, locking eyes with me. Her face reddened with embarrassment, only adding to her beauty. She opened her mouth then snapped it shut. “What is it, gattina (kitten)?”, I asked. “Do you have a long sleeve shirt I can borrow? Preferably gray or white”, she asked shyly. My ears perked up at the question, as a slow smile swept across my lips.
“I believe I do, actually”, I answered. I walked over to my long sleeves that hung in the closet. I grabbed my comfortable, long gray cotton t-shirt, and turned back toward Mara, who had a broad grin on her face. “Thank you”, she squeaked, taking the shirt from my hands. “You’re welcome, piccola (little one)”, I whispered, watching her adoringly, as she slipped into my over-sized t shirt.
It fell past her ass, but Mara hugged herself happily. “It’s perfect”, she uttered, cheerfully. “So are you”, I said, stepping toward her and placing a kiss on her forehead. “I don’t know about that. But, I do know you need to finish getting ready, and I need to get my books together”, she said, attempting to change the subject, so that she could turn and walk away.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her to my chest.”I know”, I growled. “I know for a fact, that you are perfect”, I reiterated. By now, my fingers had already woven through her hair at the base of her neck, so that her head was in my control. The look of anguish in her eyes told me that she wanted to believe me, she just couldn’t. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you, bambina”, I promised, as I claimed her lips possessively, not wanting to let her go.
Mara sighed heavily into the kiss, at the same time as her body relaxed into me. Fuck, now I wish she was still in her panties. My hand snaked up her shirt, against her bare skin. I slipped my tongue passed her lips, and groaned when her tongue met mine. Her hands gently caressed my chest, feeding the fire in my core. “Bambina (baby girl)” I muttered against her lips. “You have to stop me”, I croaked. Both of her hands slid up to my neck, and she pushed me gently. “You need to get dressed, Luca”, she whispered, taking a step back.
