“Ssss… Ahhh!” I felt the first touch of his wet long tongue, and I felt embarrassed that I’d never experienced this type of pleasure before from a man. I shouldn’t like this so much; he’d told me plenty of times how possessive he was, so having sex would possibly make me just as crazy over him. I cupped the back of his head, and my body tensed from his tongue teasing my bud. The sheets were plastered in no time with my nectar.
“Wha… What… Ughhh… God!”
He stuck his tongue in my asshole, and I all about trembled in his hold. My head moved left to right as sweat dripped down my chest. My breathing was elevated.
“Just off my tongue, I got you like this.”
“Savio… please.”
“Hmmm, you want my dick, baby?” He crawled up my body, my eyes were low. I was ready to pass out when I felt the head of his dick at my entrance.
“I need an answer, McKayla.” He licked my neck, moved to my breasts, sucking and rolling my nipple in his fingers.
“I want your dick, please.”
We made eye contact, and he winked at me and moved off the bed to grab a condom from his wallet.
“Once I slide in, you’re no longer McKayla Stanton.”
He grabbed my ankles, moved me to the edge of the bed, and pushed my legs back to my head.
“McKayla Calabresi is born.” He pushed inside, and I pushed his stomach to ease him up some.
“Fuck! Savio, you’re too big.”
Savio spread my legs wider, pushed my right leg over his shoulder to straighten me in ways I’d never thought of before. To know my twenty-three-year-old self could feel such intense pleasure was an out of body experience.
“Shit, you’re leaking all over my dick, baby.”
His hips slowed down; he was making love to me now. His hands smoothly roamed over my legs, down to my stomach. Savio hovered over me and gazed in my eyes. Should I question him? Was this him showing vulnerability with me?
“Yes… I’m about to come.” I lifted off the bed and met his thrusts, and it turned into a challenge from the smirk on his face.
“Not yet.” He slid out and fisted his length. I wanted to protect myself from losing the closeness.
“Turn over.”
I struggled to turn, and he helped to put me in a position he liked and pushed back in, gripping both sides of my hips.
“Ughhh… Fuck, come for me, McKayla.”
“Ahhh!” I screamed and fell flat on the bed as he continued to pump in and out, breathing heavy in my ear. His gruff voice, sweat, and heavy body made me feel protected and secure. Something I shouldn’t be thinking about.
“Shit! Baby, I’m coming. Don’t move.”
A few seconds later, he pulled out, removed the condom, and came on my ass. He bent down, kissed me on the cheek, and started to pick up his clothes.
“Where are you going?” I hated how I sounded with him.
“To shower and bed.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“What? You want me to stay with you?”
“No, I was crazy for thinking that.” I rose out of bed, grabbed the shirt off the floor, and wiped his seed off me. I then turned to stroll to the bathroom when he stopped me.
“We have an agreement.”
“I know that. You don’t have to keep reminding me.”
“Black.”
“What?”
“Black is my favorite color,” Savio said and headed out of my room.
I shook my head, perplexed by his different moods. One minute, he hated me; then the next, he was spilling his secrets.
My eyes fluttered open, and I felt a heaviness weighing me down. I looked at my chest and saw a thick muscular arm attached to a mob boss who fucked me so good last night, I wanted to forget the arrangement and everything he put me through.
“Don’t make it a big deal,” I heard him mumble.
“What are you talking about?”
His eyes popped open, and he tightened his hold around me, rolling me onto his chest.
“This, us, me sleeping in the bed with you.”
“I wasn’t thinking anything.”
“Good.”
“Can I get up now?”
“Yeah, make sure you pick your best dress today.”
“Why?”
“We’re going to the courthouse.”
“Oh.”
“It happens today.” He released me, swung the blanket back, and stretched, revealing a large tattoo on his back of the Calabresi name with his brothers’ names underneath.
“What time do we need to be there?”
“We need to get there early, because I have work to do.”
“On your wedding day?”
I stepped in the closet, went through the rack of dresses, and pulled out an off-white lace and silk dress. The front would cover me, and the back was open. I picked heels to match and underwear and sauntered to the bathroom.
“Not a real wedding.”
For a split second, my stomach dropped at his words, and a tear started to fall. I caught myself, slammed the door to his back, and threw the dress and shoes on the counter, cursing him out in private.
“He wants a wife; he’s going to get a wife.”
The car ride to the courthouse was dry and dead. Savio was staring a hole in my head, and I focused on my phone and texted back and forth with Rena, ignoring his stare.
Rena: You had sex with him?
Me: Unfortunately.
Rena: Was he good?
Me: I won’t lie. It was mind blowing, but he’s an asshole.
Rena: Maybe he’ll relax once things calm down with this mafia beef.
Me: I really don’t care.
“Who are you talking to?”
“No one.”
Rena: How big is he?
Me: I’m not answering that.
Rena: Size of a hammer.
I chuckled, about to reply, when Savio ripped the phone out of my hand.
“Hey! Give me my phone back!”
“McKayla, another rule of mine is not to ignore me.”
“Whatever.”
Savio scrolled over my conversation and smiled and handed it back to me.
“Happy now?”
“I can see my hammer might need to help you with your attitude.”
“Please, I wouldn’t want that thing near me ever again.”
The car stopped at the courthouse, and he looked around the area, like someone was following him.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“You’re looking around like someone is watching you.”
“No one is crazy enough to follow me.”
He reached for my hand. I automatically clasped our palms together and followed to the front entrance.
“Nervous?”
“No.”
“You ever get nervous about anything, Savio?”
“Not really.”
“Let me guess, you’re always in control.”
“Bingo.”
He stopped in front of the clerks office, and my hands gripped his tighter. I closed my eyes and counted to five to get ready to step into a new world. When I walked out of here, I would be a married woman, to a man who was hated around the world and supposedly putting myself in danger. I regret every day going out that night with Rena.