Married to the Mafia Boss

Frankie

I take our luggage up to the room of our last hotel. It’s the last stop before we get to the next destination, and I know Amelia is trying her best to seduce me. To be honest, it’s comical how hard she is trying, but some of the things she’s doing are also driving me wild. I’ve masturbated more than once in the shower because of her.

I don’t just want to give in, though. I want that passion to build up. I want the next time for us to be like fireworks, and I want her to have such an itch that when I scratch it, she’ll never think of another man for the rest of her life.

I am teasing her, though. I don’t know if she’s noticed. I walk around the hotel room in tight jocks and nothing else. I sleep half naked with my arms around her, my dick pressed against her ass.

As I pull my shirt off, Amelia cries, “Okay, enough torturing me.”

I lower my shirt and look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I want you, Frankie. I want you inside of me. Is that what you want to hear?” she glares at me. “I am so ready to ride you. It’s not funny, and you haven’t even looked at me once. No matter what I do.”

I chuckle. “What were you trying to do?”

“To seduce you, am I not sexy?” she pouts and crosses her arms.

I smirk. “You’ve been very sexy, but I am a very patient man.”

She stares at me, and I lean down to kiss her softly. “Why don’t you let me seduce you?”

Her eyes glint in the light. “Really?”

“Yes, put on a cute little cocktail dress, and let’s go for dinner. I’ll wine and dine you off your feet, and then maybe we can sort out that frustration of yours.”

She grins and rushes off to her bag, and I laugh. I dress in a suit and tie and wait for her to finish getting ready. I sit on the bed, glancing at my watch.

She comes out in a short red dress that blows my socks off. The cleavage alone makes me want to cancel dinner and eat her, I mean, eat in.

She walks over to me. With her heels on, she’s taller but still not as tall as me. Close, but as I stand, I still look down at her with a soft smile. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you, sir,” she says, taking my arm. “Shall we?”

I lead her out of the room, and we make our way to the elevator. We patiently wait for the ground floor, but as we exit, a bullet whizzes past my head. I push Amelia to the floor. “Get down.”

I reach for my gun, and another bullet whizzes by, and then another. I’ll need to wait for whoever it is to reload.

I glance in the mirror of the elevator and see, of all people, Dave walking toward me and shooting. Amelia starts to crawl away from me, kicking off her heels.

I return fire when I can, but when I think he’s run out of bullets, he switches to a gun in his other hand and starts firing again.

I wait for my chance, and when it goes quiet, I turn to fire, only he’s not there.

I hear Amelia scream, and I know he’s got her. I rush out of my hiding spot. “Amelia?” I call. “Amelia?”

Panic and adrenaline course through me, and I rush into the lobby. Frantic people are pushing this way and that to get away from Dave, who is pulling Amelia through the front door. I follow as best I can, shoving people to the side as I go.

Once outside, I see Dave heading toward a car, and I raise my gun. “Stop, or I swear to God, I’ll shoot you in the head, Dave.”

“She doesn’t belong to you.” He whips her around and puts her in a chokehold with a gun to her head. “She belongs to me, and she’s coming with me now. Then Jose can deal with you any way he wants.”

I try to still my breathing, keeping my hand steady. “You can walk away from this, Dave, and I won’t have to kill you. If you kill her, I promise you will feel a world of pain you didn’t think was imaginable.”

He shifts slightly to adjust his weight, and I see my opportunity. Praying, I take the shot, and it hits him in the forehead. He collapses, and Amelia pulls away from him.

“You okay?” I ask.

“I’m fine,” she sobs. “I’m okay. You saved me.” She rushes into my arms, and I hold her. “Come on, let’s get back upstairs. We can grab our stuff and find another hotel to stay at.”

We’re out of there before the cops show up, and no one stops us. It seems like everyone is trying to get out of there. We don’t even stop at the front desk. They have bigger problems right now than our bill.

My adrenaline is still coursing, and I drive us to a hotel an hour away and check us in. Once in the room, with our luggage set down, I grab Amelia’s arm and pull her to me, holding her against me. She relaxes against me. She knows she’s safe in my arms.

“I will never let anyone take you from me,” I mumble into her hair, kissing the top of her head.

When she looks up at me, it’s with raw energy, and I lower my lips to kiss her. “Fuck seduction,” I whisper into her mouth before I kiss her lips again, my tongue probing to find hers so we can intertwine them.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I reach behind her and unzip her dress before I break the kiss and guide her to turn around in front of me. I slip the dress off her shoulders to the floor, and the sight of her naked back already arouses me.

All she’s wearing is a tiny pair of black panties that barely cup her ass. I brush her hair to the side and kiss her neck. “You belong to me now,” I murmur. “And I belong to you.”

She shivers slightly as I kiss down her back slowly. When I reach her hips, I slide her panties down, taking my sweet time. Then I stand and start to undress myself.

“On the bed,” I say. “On your back, legs spread.”

I can see the effect my commanding tone has on her, but she’s not quick to comply. She saunters over to the bed and lies down, crossing her left leg over her right. She bites her lip and looks up at me with lust-heavy eyes. “Are you going to punish me if I don’t listen?”

I grin as I finally strip off my underwear. “I’m going to make you beg for forgiveness and more.”

I crawl toward her on the bed and lift her leg gently, spreading her for my full viewing pleasure. I lower my face to just above her pussy and kiss her so softly that goosebumps erupt on her skin. I kiss my way down until I’m at the top, right by her clit. I gently rub it in circles with my tongue and feel her muscles clench on either side of my face.

“Frankie…” she moans softly, “Frankie, don’t tease me, please.”

I grin and move my tongue further down, dipping inside her to taste her sweet juices. It’s tart, but it drives me wild.

I push two fingers into her, moving them in and out while my tongue teases her. I wait until I get her to the edge before I stop and sit up, crawling on top of her.