Under Control: A Fake Marriage Mafia Romance

He comes for me then.

I don’t try to back away as he hammers into me, grabbing me with rough ferocity. I gasp in shock as he tears my robe open, ripping the fabric. His mouth buries onto my shoulder, biting down gently before kissing hard to my right nipple. He licks it and sucks, his tongue rolling around my hard bud, and I moan loudly as my fingers roll through his thick hair. His other hand grabs my ass, forcing my hips against his, and when he’s done devouring my breast, he pulls back to look at me.

“Say it again,” he commands.

“No,” I moan. “Please, no.”

He crushes my mouth with his.

Oh my god.

I’m swept into him. His tongue, his lips, everything about him. His taste floods me, hammers me, nails me to the floor, takes me and makes me all his. That no, that denial, it drives him crazy with animal lust, and I’m panting into his kiss like I’m losing my mind.

And I am, I’m losing my mind, I have to be, this isn’t how I normally act.

Any other time, if some strange man appeared in the doorway and took off his clothes, I wouldn’t play along with his strange little game.

I wouldn’t kiss him.

I wouldn’t want him.

But with Valentin, it’s like this is natural. The man is built for sex and pleasure, and I can’t help myself.

He takes me, and I give myself to him willingly.

His tongue is cotton candy and his lips are like velvet, and I grind myself tighter into him as his grip on me tightens.

One hand fists my hair, grabbing on hard.

“Try to deny me,” he growls as he kisses my neck and tears the robe off the rest of the way. I’m completely naked for him now, exposed and vulnerable. His to have.

“No, Valentin,” I groan as one of his big hands slips between my legs. He roughly wrenches them open. “Please, no.” I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t ask him to leave me alone. I stick with the rules, because I really want him to keep going.

“That’s right,” he says as he bites my nipples and teases my pussy. My brain goes haywire as pleasure and pain signals collide. “When I came into this room and saw you there, saw your beautiful body and your incredible mouth, I knew I had to have you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that first time you appeared in my house. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

His big fingers slide into my pussy and I moan. I lean forward and bite his chest, digging my teeth in. He only grunts in reply and fucks me with his fingers deeper, pulling my hair back. I suck in a shocked breath as he kisses my neck and turns me, pulling me against him.

His thick cock presses against my ass. His hand reaches around my hips and slides up and down my soaking wet slit, teasing my clit and driving into my pussy, as his other arm pins me against his chest and his hand comes up to cover my mouth.

“Don’t be too loud, you filthy fucking girl. Do you want someone to hear?”

I moan and whimper into his palm. Pleasure assaults me as he takes me like that.

“You’re mine now, Karine,” he whispers in my ear. Sinful and dark. An evil man. A bad man.

I want to be his.

“All of you is mine,” he purrs before dragging me down to the floor.

I try to struggle. Mostly because I like the way he pins me and doesn’t let me move. He roughly opens my legs and buries my pussy with his mouth. I gasp, back arching, and he teases one breast with a hand as the other drives fingers inside. He’s rough but he knows exactly what he’s doing, every movement designed to elicit maximum pleasure, and I don’t know how much more I can take.

“You taste like fucking sin, Karine,” he growls as he slides his fingers deep inside of me. “Now taste yourself and come for me.” His hand moves up to my lips and he forces his fingers into my mouth.

I suck them, licking my pussy taste, moaning as I do it. He shuffles, pulling his boxer-briefs down, and I feel his cock press against my soaking wet entrance.

Oh, shit. Oh my god.

“Valentin,” I say, eyes going wide.

“Tell me no, and I’ll fill you to the brim. Anything else, and I’ll stop.” He stares at me like hearing the wrong words will kill him.

“No,” I said, arching closer.

He thrusts himself deep between my legs, his thick cock stretching me wide and bottoming out, and all of my triggers are pulled.

I explode on him.

My vision tunnels. My mind goes blank.

He fucks me like a savage and I come for him in one explosive moment of pure white-hot bliss.

He’s not too far behind. I feel him stiffen and twitch as he fills me to the brim. I’m too stupid with pleasure to care that he just finished inside of me.

Without a condom.

And I’m not on birth control.

Oh, shit.

“Karine,” he coos, kissing me gently, holding my arms above my head. His lips nibble at my breasts. My nipples are sensitive, and my back arches as he does it. “Karine, malishka, beautiful girl. You feel so fucking good, and I like it when you struggle. I like it when you tell me no.”

I gently extract myself. My mind’s racing at what just happened. He watches me carefully, a lazy smile on his lips, looking like a massive, sleepy lion.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I tell him, hurrying over to my clothes.

“Yes, you should have.”

“You’re going to get the wrong idea.”

“What idea is that?”

Panic starts to swell. I don’t regret the sex—I mean, how could I regret the best freaking sex of my life?—but he doesn’t understand.

“I’ve been with one other guy in my whole life,” I say, wiggling into my panties, as useless as they are. I feel Valentin dripping down my leg. God, I’m marked by him, aren’t I? “You’re the second.”

“What’s the first one’s name? I’ll find him and kill him myself.”

I pause, jeans halfway on. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

“I’m not.” He stares at me, face unreadable.

I keep getting dressed. Jesus fuck, what a stupid mess. I’m already in the pharmacy in my head buying Plan B and trying to figure out how I’m going to afford it, given that I have approximately zero extra dollars at the moment.

“What I mean is I’m not going to marry you, okay? What we just did was—” I pause, bra on, shirt dangling from my fingers.

“Good,” he supplies and stretches. “Very good.”

“Yeah, okay, it was very good.” I finish getting dressed and face him. “But it was just—” I wave a hand vaguely in the air. “Just something that happened.”

“Do you let strange men fuck you in art studios often?” There’s an edge to his voice.

“No, asshole. I told you, you’re number two.”

“Still waiting on number one’s name. I don’t like the idea that another man has seen what’s mine.”

“You don’t get it. I’m not yours, and I’m not saying this as part of some sex game.” Which was extremely, extremely fun and hot, but I don’t mention that. “We’re not getting married. I’m not in your world. I’m not yours. Okay? Got it?”

He grunts in reply. I skirt around him, heading for the door, halfway expecting him to spring up and grab me.

I treat him like a coiled snake.

“Great, okay, so we’re on the same page.” He’s watching me with that closed-off expression again. I can’t tell if he’s angry or just tired. “It was fun, but please, don’t come here ever again. The answer to the whole marriage thing is a resounding no.” His eyes light up. I grimace. “And I actually mean it this time.”

“You looked perfect with the light against your body earlier,” he says as if he hadn’t heard me. “Truly, Karine, I want to put you in dresses and show you off.”

“That’s not happening. Are you listening at all?”

“Tonight, when you’re alone in your bed and you start thinking about what we did here, you’ll reconsider. And you’ll call.”

“None of that is happening.” Except for the first part: I am definitely going to use this as masturbation material for a very, very long time. I hesitate as I turn to the steps. “Seriously, Valentin. Let’s just leave it here, okay? You got what you wanted.”

“No, I only got a very, very small taste of what I really want,” he says.

I don’t answer. I hurry down the stairs, burning with embarrassment and confusion, wishing I understood how the hell that just happened and what I’m going to do next.