Page 45 of Married to the Mafia Monster

As I drive, I think about Bella, her trust in me, her bravery. She deserves a life free from fear, free from the shadow of men like Vince Russo and me. And I’m going to make sure she gets that life.

No matter what it takes.

TWENTY-NINE

Bella

I sit on the edge of the hotel bed, phone in hand, scrolling through various hotel management college courses.

The idea of a normal life, something stable and fulfilling, seems almost impossible in this chaotic world I've been thrust into. But still, I can’t help but dream.

As I read about course offerings and career opportunities, I imagine a future where I’m running my own hotel, a place where people feel safe and welcome. Sure, Alex gave me money, but I don’t want to rely on him for everything. I want to be able to look after myself.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Alex strides in, his presence filling the room with an electric intensity. I look up, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him.

“Alex!” I exclaim, setting my phone aside. “Did you find it? Did you get whatever it was my father was hiding?”

He shakes his head, a small, playful smile tugging at his lips. “Decided that can wait. First, I needed to see you.”

Before I can respond, he crosses the room in a few quick strides, pulling me into his arms. His lips capture mine in a passionate kiss, and I melt into him, my hands clutching at his shirt. The kiss deepens, filled with a hunger and urgency that sends shivers down my spine.

“Whatever you want, tell me,” he says, pulling my top off hungrily. “Say the word and it happens right now.”

I’m breathless, my heart pounding. “Spanking,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Will you... will you spank me again while I’m tied down?”

“Anything you want, Bella,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with promise.

The anticipation courses through my veins like liquid fire, my senses heightened as he binds my wrists to the bedposts. I can feel the ropes digging into my skin, the delicious bite of restraint that leaves me completely at his mercy.

The sensation of his hands on my body sends electric sparks dancing across my skin, making me squirm with desire.

Alex trails his fingers up my spine, tracing a path of fire that leaves me arching my back in pleasure. I can feel my nipples harden as he teases them with his other hand, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until I gasp with desire.

The heat between my thighs is almost unbearable, a pulsing ache that demands release.

With a growl, he slides his hand down my body, cupping my sex with a possessive force that makes me moan.

His fingers dance over my slick folds, teasing my clit with feather-light touches that make my hips buck with need. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to drive me wild with desire.

The first smack falls on my backside, a sharp sting that makes me cry out in surprise and pleasure. I can feel the heat radiating from my skin, the delicious ache that spurs my arousal even higher.

He follows it up with another smack, and another, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

I can hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, the harsh rasp of leather against fabric. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he trails the belt across my skin. He raises his arm, and I brace myself for the impact.

The belt lands with a crack, sending a jolt of pain through my body that makes me cry out. But the pain is quickly followed by pleasure, a deep, intense pleasure that makes my body feel like it's being lit up from the inside.

He wields the belt with precision, each stroke landing exactly where it needs to for maximum effect.

I'm lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, my body trembling with need. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension coiling in my belly like a spring. With a final crack of the belt, I explode, my body convulsing with pleasure as I scream his name.

Alex quickly unties me, pulling me into his arms as I tremble with aftershocks. His touch is gentle now, soothing as he whispers sweet nothings into my ear. I can feel his erection pressing against me, and I know that he's not done with me yet.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please, I need more.”

He pauses, his hand resting on my heated skin. “You’ll get more,” he promises, his voice a soothing balm. “But you need to ask for it, Bella. Tell me what you need.”

The intensity of his words, the demand for submission, sends a shiver of excitement through me. “I need you,” I gasp, my voice trembling. “I need you to take me, to make me yours.”

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