Sold to the mafia

Madeline

“Yes!” I scream out as he pounds into me. Fuck, he feels so good. Every time is like the first time. He groans in the crook of my neck.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“That’s right, peaches,” he says as his callused thumb presses against my clit, and I fall hard against the bed. My back bows, and my pussy spasms with an intense orgasm.

“Cum on my dick, baby.” He continues fucking me through my release as waves and waves of heated pleasure light every nerve ending on fire.

He thrusts into me, forcing the headboard to bang repeatedly against the wall.

The haze of lust clears for only a moment.

I push up against the wall as if I could stop it, but it’s useless. Zane is lost in pleasure and overpowers me, caging me in and fucking me as though he needs his release more than his last breath.

“Fuck!” I scream out as the waves dim and the tips of my toes and fingers tingle. Again. Slight fear overwhelms me as my body heats. My head thrashes, and I try to push him away.

I almost say the words, I can’t. But Zane’s lips find mine. He kisses me with such passion, I’m forced to give myself to him.

His hips pound against mine, each time pushing against my throbbing clit, once, twice, three times and he explodes in me. The feel of his massive cock pulsing inside of me sends me over the edge again.

And we find our release together.

After a moment, my breathing evens and Zane pulls out of me. I wince from how sore I am. We finally moved in together, seriously this time. Not just one of us staying at the other’s place. No more roommates. Just us. And he’s taken advantage. Not that I’m complaining.

Shit! The headboard.

I peek up at the wall and cover my face.

“Damn it, Zane,” I groan into my hands.

“What?” he asks all innocent-like. He knows what he did. He hasn’t even sanded the spackle from the last time he dented the wall.

“We need a new headboard.” I concede. I fucking love this one. It’s beautiful. But Zane is a beast, and there’s no way this is going to work.

He chuckles, all rough and low. And sexy as sin. My clit throbs, and my legs scissor. I can’t get enough of him.

“Already?” he says and grins. “You’re insatiable.” I playfully push him away as he tries to crawl on top of my body.

I giggle and lie on my side, facing him.

I was so scared only weeks ago that we were ruined. That everything that’d happened was just too much. I didn’t think our relationship would survive.

Especially when my father came over and saw us together on the sofa. I stood up, ready to tell him not to say anything, but Zane and he took it outside.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t eavesdrop.

My heart nearly leapt up my throat when I heard Zane tell him he killed the men who put their hands on me. He told him everything.

My father still isn’t sure that I should be with him, but at least he has some respect for my decision to stay with him and he keeps his mouth shut when he sees him.

The truth is, I needed Zane, and he needed me.

Without each other, we wouldn’t have healed like we did. My fingers trace the snake on his arm. It’s my favorite thing to do while we’re in bed.

“When are you gonna let me give you a tattoo?” he asks me.

I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. We have a fresh start. A new home all to ourselves. I want everyone to know I’m his. I’d be proud to wear his art.

But I’d be prouder to wear something else.

“When you put a ring on it.”

He gives me a panty-melting smirk and crawls on top of me. “Is that so?” he asks, cocking a brow and chuckling.

“Hell yeah. Haven’t you heard the song, if you like it you shoulda…” My voice trails off as he reaches over to the nightstand.

Oh hell no. No. He. Did. Not.

He pulls the drawer open and pulls out a small black velvet box.

I cover my mouth with both my hands as tears well in my eyes.

“Madeline Murphy, be my wife.” He doesn’t ask, of course. I roll my eyes and sniffle before letting out a small laugh.

“You didn’t even ask.” I look into his eyes and feel so freaking loved.

“Last time I asked you for something, you gave me the runaround for weeks.” My shoulders shake with a soft giggle, and my eyes go glassy with tears. “I wasn’t willing to take the risk this time.”

“I fucking love you, Zane.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with every ounce of passion I have.

He looks into my eyes and smiles wide as he says, “I love you too, peaches.”