Owned by the Italian Mafia Don: Chapter 19

I moan still half asleep, dreaming of all the ways Ari kept me up all night. He wasn’t lying when he said he could keep going and not once did he flag. We were done when I was done and even then, his hard cock pressed against my back all night as he held me.

Another pleasurable wave crashes through me and I open my eyes, the sleep still blurring my vision. I look down to see Ari between my legs, his eyes watching me as he feasts.

“Good morning,” he mumbles against me, his lips shining from his attempts to wake me up. I’d call it successful. “I couldn’t wait to taste you, Tesoro. I hope you can forgive me,” he says, spreading my pussy so get a better view of my clit. “I couldn’t resist.” He sucks my clit into his mouth which has me arching my back off the bed.

“Ari,” I slur his name, half with lust, half from being half asleep still.

He hooks his hands under my knees and yanks me closer. My ass presses against his chest while he holds me up by the thick of my ass, gripping each cheek as hard as he can. He growls against me, the vibrations adding to his sinful lashes of his tongue against me.

I’ve never thought sex could feel so good. I’m starting to think it doesn’t with just anybody, and it’s because I’m with Ari. Any other man wouldn’t have cared to make me come so many times. No other man would care about my pleasure so much or how I’m doing. They would have only cared about getting themselves off and I would have been just another woman added to the disappointed list of women left in need.

Ari’s arm wraps around my waist and he flips us. He’s on his back and I’m straddling his face.

“Sit,” he demands, the whispered word breezing against me.

I grab the headboard, staring down at him like he has lost his mind. “What? No, Ari. I don’t want to hurt you.” He’s lost his mind. I can’t put my entire weight on his face. I look down, noticing the humor dancing in his eyes as his fingers curl around my thighs and jerk me down. “Ari,” I try to protest, lifting myself off him. “You won’t be able to breathe.”

“That’s the point, Rosie. Sit on my face and don’t you dare move until you come.”

“I—I don’t know. I’ll suffocate you.”

“God, yes. Please, fucking take all the air from my lungs.” He yanks me down again, his mouth connecting to me again.

“Oh god,” I groan, tossing my head back and grind against him, wanting more.

He moans too, liking my entire weight on him. I stare down, rocking my hips back and forth. He looks so damn good. His blazing blue eyes roll to the back of his head as he rolls my clit with his tongue. I tighten my hold on the headboard and watch bliss take over what I can see of his face. His veins protrude in his arms the tighter he digs his fingers into my thighs, and I see small bruises in other spots from last night.

Something about that, something about him leaving his mark on me because he lost control brings me closer to orgasm. His palms scratch across my skin as they move to my back, gliding until he can grip onto my ass again. He helps me rock, moving me faster, grinding my pussy against his face until his nose is swiping along my clit while his tongue dives inside me.

“Ari. Oh, fuck. Oh, god. I’m close. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I chant, fucking his face as if I would his cock. My other hand slaps against the headboard and I move against Ari with so much force, the mattress bed begins to slam against the wall.

Loud thuds sound every other second and when I look down again, his eyes are locked onto my tits, watching them bounce. It’s as if he can’t help himself. His hand slithers around my body and takes one into his hand, then rolls the nipple between his fingers which causes an electric current to bolt through me veins, and I come.

My orgasm has me rolling my hips slower as if I’m trying to push it down Ari’s throat to make him choke on it. He groans, his tongue spearing me quicker as he drinks me down.

“Ari,” I slur his name, drunk off him. I try not to focus on his wedding ring biting into my skin, but it’s too difficult. My heart surges with excitement and happiness knowing this man belongs to me.

I slip from him, straddling him, and press my wet pussy against his big cock. His lips and chin shine from me and I lift, reaching behind me to guide is cock to my entrance when he stops me.

“You’re sore,” he says, his chest rising a falling from nearly suffocating to death.

“Ari, I’m fine. I want to. I want you.” I try again but his hold is stronger than the attempt I use to get out of it.

“And I took you multiple times last night. When I say I want you to take a break, I mean it, Tesoro.” He sits up and that damn hand threatens my throat again. “You’ll soak in a warm bath and in a few days, after that pretty pussy has had time to heal, I’ll be taking you again. And then you’ll be used to me. Then,” his hands jerk me forward and I slide along his cock. “I’ll take you whenever the fuck I want, but I won’t be adding to your pain this morning.” He pushes me back, my slick pussy hugging his width.

I feel the tenderness and the slight pain he’s talking about, but still, I want him inside me so badly. I’ll listen to him though.

Just this once.

“You’ll make me come like this,” he says, dragging me up his length again, then down. His tongue darts across his bottom lip, his feral gaze locked on where his cock peeks from between my legs with every backward stroke. “You can too. I’m already so close because just the sight of having you against me has me ready. You’re so fucking beautiful, Rosie.” His eyes wander all over my body, rolling his lips together just before tossing his back so far, he collapses on the bed. “Fuck! Jesus Christ,” he growls, the tendons in his neck tense. When he looks at me again, he tilts his hips, thrusting faster. “Don’t move. Christ, my wife is unreal,” he groans, flipping me over until I’m flat on my back, my head hanging off the bed while he drives himself through my slick lips.

The crown presses against my clit as he drives in hard. Both of his hands wrap around my throat while he wishes he could drive into me deep.

“You have no idea the things I want to do to you,” he pants between breaths, bending his elbows to bring his face closer to mine. “Things you’d hate me for.”

“I already hate you,” I moan, holding onto his wrists as he increases the pressure.

A dark, raspy chuckle ending on a husky groan tickles my ear. “You fucking wish you hated me.”

“I do.”

“Don’t lie to yourself.” He kisses the side of my throat. “You are on your way to loving me. Admit it, that’s what you really hate.”

“You flatter yourself—fuck!” I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“When I hear you make sounds like that? Damn right, I do.” He grunts as he picks up speed, moving faster and the faster he rocks against me, the louder he becomes.

I love that he isn’t quiet. Hearing him, hearing how good I’m making him feel elevates the pleasure I’m experiencing. Our sounds blend together, louder as we get closer to climax.

My thighs begin to tremble and the lightweight feeling in my body takes over while my breath catches. My toes curl and I drag my nails down Ari’s back as I come, the scream lodged in my throat. The cry of desire is silent, but it is bursting in my head as pulls another orgasm from me for the second time this morning.

“Not going to waste a fucking drop though,” he says, leaning back and barely pressing the tip just enough inside to steal my breath from how tender I am.

Ari’s jaw drops, his dark hair messy and falling over his forehead as he comes, filling me again. I’ve lost count how many times the man has come inside me, but it’s becoming one of my favorite things to watch him do. He’s so primal and the look of ownership as he does it only turns me on more.

He pulls out, finishing against my inner thigh.

Then he does something he hasn’t done before. He manhandles me by settling me in the middle of the bed, slides a pillow under my head, then lifts my hips from the mattress while keeping my legs in the air.

“What are you doing?” I ask, a little tired and relaxed from the orgasms.

“I’m making sure,” he says without explanation.

“Making sure of what?”

He smirks and that’s when it hits me.

“Oh my god, you’re hoping this helps get me pregnant.” I want to roll my eyes but I’m too tired. “You’re a caveman. It will happen in time. Your contract—”

“—You think I’m doing this for the contract?” he shakes his head, lifting me even higher. “I don’t give a fuck about that contract. This is all about me and you. This is about me wanting to get my wife pregnant because the thought of her with my child makes me….”

The feeling of his hard cock pressing against the back of my thigh makes me giggle. “Insatiable?” I finish for him.

“To start with.” He kisses the side of my knee then his eyebrows dip and his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “Do you really?”

“What?” I ask, turning my head to get more comfortable on the pillow, then shut my eyes. I’m debating if I want to go back to sleep.

“Hate me still.”

No. No, I don’t. The word, the admission is on the tip of my tongue to tell him the truth. Him thinking that I truly hate him has a sour taste in my mouth, but of course, he thinks that. I’ve given him nothing to believe otherwise. Just because we have had sex doesn’t mean anything. People who hate each other fuck one another all the time.

I’m about to answer him when the door bursts open without warning and Ari is covering me instantly. His body weight is completely on top of mine, pressing against me so it’s hard for me to breath.

Ari dives a hand under his pillow and points a gun at the intruder, angling his body to keep me projected.

A gunshot rings out and I curl tighter under Ari.

“Fuck, it’s me, Ari. It’s me!”

Matias’s voice cuts through the ringing in my ears. Ari’s arm tightens around me, holding me so close that there isn’t an inch of room between us.

“You better give me a good reason as to why you’re interrupting my fucking morning with my wife—my naked wife—without knocking.” Ari’s voice is eerily quiet.

It’s beyond rage. His body is trembling beneath mine, building with the need to kill.

“We have a problem.”

“And it couldn’t wait? I’m obviously busy. From here on out, no one interrupts me or Rosie between seven and nine in the morning.”

“I’ll do my best to make that happen, but now isn’t the time.”

“Turn around,” Ari demands and after a few seconds, he rolls off me. “Are you okay?” He cups my jaw with one hand, looking me over as if I’ve been in harm’s way and he is searching for wounds.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I promise.”

He brings the blankets over me and tucks them under my chin, covering me so Matias can’t see. “I’m sorry our morning was ruined, Tesoro.” He brushes his thumb over my cheek before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

“It’s okay. You take care of what you need to.”

He scratches his head and the gold ring on his finger glitters in the morning sun. I look down on mine, hoping one day it will feel real, hoping one day I’ll have an engagement ring to pair it with, so it doesn’t look like we made a business deal. It’s starting to feel real so I had hoped we could change a few things to make it real.

The wedding. The rings. Pictures. I don’t know.

“You’re what I need to take care of.”

“Can I turn around yet?”

“I’ll fucking tell you when you can turn around,” Ari bellows. “You didn’t knock. You aren’t my priority. And don’t turn around yet unless you want a bullet in your arm. You’ve seen too much of Rosie.”

“I didn’t see anything, I swear, brother. I didn’t see anything, Rosie,” Matias tries to reassure. “Well, I saw your leg. The upper thigh. That’s it, though.”

Ari growls, kissing the middle of my forehead. “Anyone else would have a bullet between their eyes.”

“It’s ok, Matias. You barged in here for a reason, right?” I ask him, gently taking the gun from Ari’s hand. “You don’t need this,” I whisper, placing it on the bed.

He stands, slipping on a pair of sweatpants, and I watch him slip them on over his bubbled butt. A few red lines from my nails are all over his back and I blush, thinking back to every moment I dug into his skin because I needed a way to release the pleasure.

I’ve marked him.

“What is it, Matias? You can turn around now.”

He spins, his cheeks flushed, and he doesn’t even look in my direction but waves his hand to greet me anyway. “Hey, Rosie.”

I cover my mouth to stifle a laugh when I see how uncomfortable he is. “Hey, Matias.”

“Focus.” Ari snaps his fingers. “I’d like to get back to my morning, Matias.”

Matias exhales, shifting his eyes to me quickly before looking back at Ari. “A dead body has been delivered,” he announces.

Ari straightens at the time as I gasp, covering my mouth in a different manner this time. “Who is it? One of ours?”

“No one has touched it. We thought we needed to come to you first. It’s in the basement.”

“Okay. We’ll be down soon.”

“We?” Matias and I ask at the same time.

“We.”

We wait for Ari to explain, to say more, to emphasize but he doesn’t.

“We’ll be down in fifteen minutes. I’m assuming the body can wait that long?”

“We’ll put in on some ice just in case,” Matias says casually as if it isn’t the first time he has had to do that.

It should bother me more than it does. It sounds like an everyday thing, something they do to check off from their list first thing in the morning.

“Good.” Ari opens the bedroom door. “Next time, knock. Or the hole in the wall will be in your body’s shape. Don’t make me shoot my own brother.”

“I’m sorry. It was urgent. I thought you needed to know.”

“It’s fine. This time,” Ari’s voice drops, and the message is clear.

Don’t let it happen again.

The door shuts and I’m finally left in peace with Ari.

“Come on, Tesoro. Let’s shower and see who has been delivered to us.”

I toss the blankets from my body and climb from the bed. I think about my family, wondering if they got caught. Maybe someone found them and brought them back to America.

“Hey.” One arm wraps around my hips while his finger tilts my chin up.

My eyes water as I look at him, trying to hold in my worry, but I fail.

“Talk to me, Rosie.” Those monstrous eyes set on taking over the world only soften for me as they dart over my face. “What’s wrong? What can I do?”

“Do you think it’s Caplan? Is it my family? God, Ari. I don’t know what I’ll do if it’s them. I can’t go down there. I can’t. Not if it’s Caplan. The thought makes it hard to breathe.” I press a hand against my chest. “I can’t. Please, find out first if it’s him. I’m not strong like you. I won’t be able to handle it.”

He presses a finger against my lips to silence me. “I understand your worry.” He takes my hand and drags me to the bathroom, flipping on the shower. He engulfs me in his arms, and I sink into his wide muscular chest. The steam fills the room, and we step inside the stall, the firm pressure of the water hitting my back.

“I can promise you it isn’t your family. They are safe.”

I blow out a breath and nod, not wanting to separate myself from him just yet. “You’re sure? You promise?”

“I’m sure and I promise on my life,” he says, kissing my forehead.

I’m used to people in my life breaking promises they make, and I find myself hoping Ari isn’t one of them.