The Mafia’s Obsession

Ayla

To my chagrin, when Alessio finally unties me, it’s only to allow me to go to the bathroom, then reattach one of the cuffs to my ankle, which he secures to the foot of the bed. There’s nothing I can do but lie there as he clips locks onto both the cuff and the bed frame, looking at me pointedly as he drops the key into his pocket.

“Wouldn’t want you going anywhere,” he explains.

I’m still naked, but I don’t say anything about it. Climaxing for him the way I just did, surrenderinglike that, has me feeling very, very submissive. My brain is still a little scrambled. I watch as he removes his shirt, the yellow light of the bedside lamp throwing his rippling muscles into harsh relief.

“How long are you going to keep me?” I ask, finding my voice.

He doesn’t look at me. “We’re driving back to Bover City tomorrow. I’m returning you to your father.”

“You like doing his dirty work?”

“Not his dirty work. Mydirty work.”

“So why are you bringing me back to my dad? Why not just keep me?”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. But Idoknow how it sounded. My cheeks flush as I wait for his response.

Alessio turns to me. I work to keep my eyes on his face instead of his jacked torso. There’s a neat little trail of hair making a line from his bellybutton to his waist, and I’d kind of like to trace it with my tongue…

“Don’t worry,” he says with a smirk. “I’ll keep you soon enough.”

That makes me shiver. I face away from him, trying to collect my thoughts. Soon, he turns out the lights and slips into bed next to me.

I lie awake, thoughts a blur, very aware of the cuff on my ankle.

***

Alessio

When I wake, Ayla and I are spooning. My morning wood is pressed into the soft crook of her ass, arms wrapped around her, and Jesus, the way she smells is incredible. I breathe deeply, savoring it.

What are you doing? This isn’t right.

I blink, coming to my senses, and pull away from her. I don’tcuddle. That’s playing with fire.

She makes a little sound, clutching my arm, and it melts me. A microscopic amount. I don’t think she’s fully awake, butreluctantly, I allow myself to leave my arm where it is. We can stay a moment longer.

My morning wood isn’t going away. Not like I would fucking expect it to when I have this gorgeous woman in bed with me, not when my cock is basically an inch away from both her holes. A frustrated growl rumbles in my throat.

I told myself I wouldn’t fuck her until our wedding night.

That’s not going to be easy. But there’s value in restraint.

Ayla stirs, and the irregularity of her breathing tells me that she’s waking up. She doesn’t say anything, but she keeps her position, shifting slightly so her ass rubs against my shaft.

A throaty groan escapes me, and I hope she didn’t hear it. Or actually, fuck it. She’ll be my wife soon. Let her hear my groans.

She keeps wiggling her ass, and it becomes clear pretty quickly that it isn’t an accident. She’senjoyingturning me on. She’s turning herself on. I start to explore her body with my hands, cupping her breasts, and her breathing gets heavy.

I slide my hand lower. Fuck, I forgot that she was naked. Suddenly, it’s hard to think. My cock is pushing against her soft, smooth skin, so temptingly close. Ayla gasps as my hand goes between her legs, cupping her pussy possessively.

“Mine,” I growl, fingers teasing her opening.

She whimpers, bucking her hips against me. It would be so easy for my cock to slip inside…

“Fuck me,” she whispers, her voice hardly more than a breath.

“No,” I grit out, clenching my teeth.

“I thought I was yours.”

I growl with need. “You fucking are.”

“So why won’t you fuck me?”

The truth is, I don’t know. I’m not usually one to deny myself. All I know is, this time, it’s different. I’ve fucked a lot of women. This one is going to be mywife.

“When you feel my cock inside you, it’s not going to be in some hotel room with a kitchenette. It’s going to be on our wedding night. And you’re going to know that you belong to me completely. You won’t just have my cock, you’ll have my last name and my ring on your finger.”

***

I insist on keeping Ayla’s hands cuffed together as we get ready to leave. Then I take them off long enough to bring her to my car, and cuff them again as we start driving.

“What about my car?” she asks as we exit the parking lot, leaving her red Lexus behind.

“I’ll send someone to pick it up.”

“Can you please unlock my hands? It’s like a 45 minute car ride. I won’t try to escape.”

I just smirk, looking ahead at the road. “Nope. Having your hands locked is how Iknowyou won’t escape.”

Honestly, I believe her. I don’t think she’s going to try to escape. Not after last night. But it turns me on to exert this power over her. I like thatI’mthe reason her hands are tied.

She looks away from me, staring out the window. “Fucking asshole.”

Turning onto the freeway, I shrug. She’s not wrong.