Page 34 of Married to the Mafia Monster

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Bella

I’m standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the lacy wedding underwear Mia gave me to try on. The delicate fabric feels strange against my skin. Just as I’m about to change back into my regular clothes, the door opens, and Alex walks in.

He freezes for a moment, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of me. The look in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. He’s intense, possessive, and I can feel the desire radiating off him.

As the door clicks shut behind her, Alex’s gaze locks onto mine, and I feel my heart begin to race.

His hands are on me in an instant, deftly undoing the clasps and straps of the intricate underwear. His touch is both gentle and firm, sending sparks of electricity through my body.

He leads me to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Lie on your back,” he commands softly, and I obey, my pulse quickening with anticipation. He ties my hands to the bedpost with the skillful ease of someone who’s done this many times before. The rope is tight but not painful, and the feeling of being bound heightens my senses.

His fingers trail over my body, exploring every curve and dip. “Are you mine?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

“Yes,” I breathe, my body aching with need. “I’m yours. Please, Alex…”

A satisfied smile plays on his lips as he slides his fingers between my legs, teasing me with slow, deliberate movements. I arch my back, desperate for more, and he obliges, his touch growing more insistent.

“Beg for it,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.

“Please, Alex,” I moan, my voice trembling. “Please, I need you.”

The binds are tight but not painful, a constant reminder of my submission to him.

Without a word, he captures my lips in a searing kiss. It’s possessive, demanding, and I surrender to it completely.

His tongue explores my mouth with a fierce hunger, his teeth grazing my lower lip, sending shivers down my spine. I moan into the kiss, my body straining against the ropes, desperate for more.

He pulls away, his eyes locking onto mine. “You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that resonates deep within me. “My everything.”

I nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the anticipation nearly unbearable. He trails his lips down my neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin, marking me as his.

His hands roam over my body, kneading my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. The sensation is exquisite, a blend of pain and pleasure that leaves me aching for more.

His mouth follows the path of his hands, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he moves down.

He pauses at my breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, drawing moans of pleasure from deep within me. My body arches towards him, craving his touch, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

When he finally reaches my clit, he doesn’t hesitate. His mouth descends, his tongue flicking out to taste me, his fingers joining in perfect harmony.

The effect is immediate and overwhelming. I cry out, my hips bucking against his mouth, but the ropes hold me in place, intensifying the sensation.

He works me with a relentless precision, his tongue and fingers moving in a rhythm that drives me wild. He looks up at me, his eyes burning with desire, the sight of my pleasure fueling his own. “You taste so sweet,” he murmurs between strokes, his breath hot against my skin.

The words send a jolt of electricity through me, pushing me closer to the edge. My world narrows to the point where his mouth meets my body, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. I feel myself spiraling, teetering on the brink of release.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a rough whisper. “Now.”

With a final, skilled flick of his tongue, he pushes me over the edge. I cry out, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm, every muscle tensing and releasing in a wave of pure bliss.

He moves up the bed, his eyes softening. Carefully, he unties the ropes.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “So fucking sexy.”

I look up at him, my heart swelling with a deep sense of connection and trust. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice still shaky from the intensity of the experience.

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