Page 40 of Married to the Mafia Monster

He teases me relentlessly, his fingers skimming over my most sensitive areas, bringing me to the brink of orgasm only to pull back at the last moment.

The sensation is exquisite torture, my body desperate for release, every nerve ending singing with need.

“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with desperation. “Please let me come.”

He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Not until you say it,” he commands, his fingers continuing their relentless assault, driving me wild with need.

“Say what?”

“You belong to me.” He flicks his fingers over my clit, plunging two into my pussy a moment later.

I can barely think, the pleasure overwhelming, my mind a haze of sensation. “I belong to you,” I gasp, my body arching towards him, seeking the release he’s denied me for so long. “Please, Alex, I belong to you.”

His eyes darken with satisfaction, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down my spine.

He increases the intensity of his touch, his fingers moving with a skilled precision that leaves me gasping, my body trembling with the force of the sensations coursing through me.

The pleasure builds, a tidal wave of sensation that threatens to consume me. I cling to the ropes, my knuckles white, my body straining towards him, desperate for the release he’s been denying me.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

He looks down at me, his eyes filled with a dark, possessive hunger. “Come for me,” he commands, his voice a rough whisper that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “Now.”

The words are my undoing. With a final, powerful thrust of his fingers, he pushes me over the edge.

My orgasm crashes over me, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that leaves me gasping and crying out his name. My body convulses, every muscle tensing and releasing in a symphony of sensation.

Alex doesn’t stop, his fingers working me through the aftershocks, prolonging my pleasure until I am completely spent, my body a trembling, sated mess.

He unties my wrists and pulls me into his arms. “You’re my wife, Bella,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my forehead. “Get used to it.”

TWENTY-FIVE

Bella

I wake in the middle of the night, the penthouse silent and still. The city lights cast a soft glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the room in a gentle, ethereal light.

My heart is racing, and I can feel Alex's steady heartbeat against my back. We're both naked, our bodies entwined under the luxurious sheets.

Before I can even move, he stirs, instantly awake. His protective instincts are always on high alert. He tightens his hold on me, his warmth seeping into my skin. "Bella?" he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. "You okay?"

I nod, turning in his arms to face him. "I'm fine," I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Just couldn't sleep."

His eyes darken with desire as he looks at me, his hand trailing down my back. "What do you need, Bella?"

I slide down his body, my lips tracing a path over his hard chest and rippled abs, I can feel his arousal growing. He groans as I take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of his skin and the salty tang of his precum.

My tongue swirls around his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside before taking him deeper. I can feel his muscles tense as I take him in deeper, my hands gripping his hips to steady myself.

The sound of his ragged breathing and the feel of his hands tangled in my hair only spurs me on, and I pick up the pace, my movements becoming more urgent.

“You’ll make me come too quickly,” he says, yanking his cock from my mouth.

He spins me around, positioning me on all fours on the bed. I feel a thrill of excitement as I hear him rummage in the drawer, and then the unmistakable feel of a dildo pressed against my wet pussy.

He teases me with it, sliding it slowly up and down my slit before finally pushing it inside. I moan as I feel myself stretch to accommodate the toy, my body bucking against him. He knows just how to touch me, how to make me feel good.

As he works the toy in and out of me, his other hand reaches around to tease my clit.

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