Page 9 of Married to the Mafia Monster

My fingers move faster, sliding over my clit with increasing pressure as I imagine him sliding inside of me. I can feel myself getting closer, my body tensing up with each passing moment.

"That's it. Just like that," he encourages, his voice urgent. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

I let out a scream as my orgasm washes over me, my body shaking with pleasure. In my mind, I can feel him sliding deeper inside me, his cock hitting all the right spots as he brings me to the brink once again.

Suddenly, I hear a movement inside my room. Fear pierces through the haze of desire. I freeze, my heart pounding, the fantasy vanishing. I listen intently. The noise is unmistakable—someone is closing my bedroom door.

I yank my pajama pants back into place, climbing out of bed, crossing the floor quickly. I press my eye to the spy-hole. Alex is there, walking away. Another second and I wouldn’t have seen him.

I swing the door open, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. “What are you doing?” I call after him. “Did you just open my bedroom door?”

He turns, his expression unreadable. “Put a chair against it. The staff locks can be picked too easily.”

“You’d know, would you?”

“Go back to bed,” he replies, his eyes never leaving mine. “Lot of bad people out at night.”

“What, like you?” I challenge, my heart racing.

His gaze travels down my body, and a slow smile forms on his lips. “You look sexy in those pajamas.”

I glance down at my thin tank top and pants, feeling exposed. “Is that blood on your shirt?” I ask, noticing the dark stain on his shoulder.

He looks down and shrugs. “Cut myself shaving. Any other questions?”

“How did you know this was my room?”

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. “You don’t want to know the answer to that question, trust me.”

He takes my hand, and the moment our skin touches, a jolt of electricity shoots through me. My breath catches, my skin tingles, and my heart pounds in my chest. His grip is firm, and he holds my hand for a second longer than necessary, his finger on my inner wrist.

“Go back to bed, Bella,” he says softly, his voice carrying a hint of command. “Your heart’s racing. I can feel your pulse. You don’t want to have this conversation right now.”

He turns and walks away without another word, leaving me standing in the doorway, my mind reeling. I close the door and lock it before wedging a chair under the handle as he suggested.

Climbing back into bed, I try to shake off the unsettling encounter, but my thoughts keep drifting back to him. His touch, his voice, the way he looked at me—it’s all too much. I settle under the covers, my fingers returning to where they left off.

I close my eyes and imagine him coming into my room just now instead of walking away. I picture him climbing into bed with me, his hands exploring every inch of my body, his fingers tracing the contours of my waist, my hips, my thighs.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, "I've wanted you for so long."

His mouth claims mine in a deep, passionate kiss as his hands roam lower, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me through his jeans, and I ache to feel it inside me.

He breaks the kiss and begins to trail his lips down my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he goes. I moan softly as his tongue flicks against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He continues his descent, pushing my shirt up and exposing my breasts. He takes one nipple in his mouth and sucks gently, his tongue flicking against the hardened peak. I gasp and arch my back, pushing myself further into his mouth.

His hands roam lower, slipping under the waistband of my pants and finding my wet pussy. He groans as his fingers find my swollen clit and begins to rub slow circles around it. I moan louder, my hips bucking as he adds more pressure.

He removes his hand and pulls off my pants, tossing them aside. He spreads my legs wide and gazes down at my wet pussy, licking his lips. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs.

He leans in and begins to lick my clit, his tongue flicking and swirling in a delicious rhythm. I cry out as his mouth works my pussy, his tongue pushing inside me before returning to my clit. I can feel my orgasm building, my muscles tightening as I get closer and closer to the edge.

I can't hold back any longer. I scream his name as I come, my pussy clenching around my finger, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.

Within moments, I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, his name still lingering on my lips.

FIVE

Bella

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