Arranged Mafia Marriage

He shoots me a glance, “How did you find out about that?”

When I stay quiet, he frowns, “Who have you been talking to?”

“No one.”

“You’re not a good liar.” He scowls as he navigates the road, “Was it one of the women? Cassandra? Did she tell you?”

“You leave her out of this, okay?”

He glances at me again, “I am not going to hurt her. You know that, right?”

“I don’t know much about you at all, Michael.”

He smirks, and my cheeks heat. “I mean, I know you in that way… But as for how your mind works or what motivates you… Well, I am only slowly coming to grips with that.”

“I’d rather come to grips with you.”

“If you think you can simply barge back into my life and into my bed, think again.”

His features soften, “I wasn’t planning on that, Karma. I merely wanted to see you. It’s Christmas, and I missed my wife. I wanted to be with you.”

“So, you hopped a flight-”

“I flew the plane.”

“Of course, you did.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Is there anything this man can’t do? “You flew the plane, and tracked me down-Shit!” I slap my forehead, “The stupid tracker. Of course, you tracked me down. You knew exactly where I was all this time.”

He doesn’t reply.

Damn it… Somehow, the fact that he had tagged me, so all he had to do was literally look at a screen and find me… Makes everything somewhat less than what it should be.

“What are you thinking?” he asks softly.

When I don’t reply, he shoots me a sideways glance, “I know you hate the fact that I could find you so easily…”

I don’t reply and his jaw tics. A pulse flares to life at his temple and he seems like he’s about to slam on the brakes and tell me off, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns the corner and the hotel looms in front of us. He eases into a slot at the entrance, then shuts off the engine. He reaches behind his seat, grabs a duffel bag, then gets out. He slings the bag across his chest, then walks around, to open my door. I slide out, then brush past him and head for the hotel entrance. Behind me, I hear him speaking to the valet who agrees to park the car and deposit the key with the concierge.

We enter the elevator, and damn him, but his size dwarfs the space. “If you think you are staying the night, you have another think coming.”

“Ask me to stay,” he growls.

“That’s never happening.” I swipe my hair over my shoulder. “What’s with the get up anyway?”

“Get up?”

“The jeans and jacket and boots thingy you have happening?”

He glances down at himself, then back at me. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it.” It’s perfect, actually. That entire mussed-up, sexy look he has going on is bloody hot. It makes me want to throw myself at him and wrap my legs around his waist. “If you think that’s going to help you blend in with the crowds, you thought wrong.”

“I was trying to dress down, yes,” he raises a shoulder, “was trying for a casual look, I suppose.”

Only, he’d never blend into a crowd. Hell, my Capo will always stand head and shoulders above anyone else. He’ll always command attention, always suck up the oxygen in any room that he walks into. He’ll always be a leader, and no matter how much he tries to disguise that part of himself, it won’t work.

“Next time, don’t try so hard,” I drawl.

“Next time, don’t lie.”

“Ha,” I snort, “I am not lying.

“You are.”

I shrug, turn away, and he makes a sound deep in his throat. “Don’t look away when I am talking to you,” he snaps.

“A-n-d there he is.” I throw up my hands, “If you think you going all macho on me is supposed to make me all hot and bothered, you are wrong.”

He closes the distance between us so quickly that I yelp. He backs me up into the wall, then slaps his hand on the stop button. The elevator jolts to a halt and I gasp.

“Wh…what are you doing?” I squeak.

“You may deny that you still have feelings for me, but your body says otherwise.”

“It…it… Doesn’t.”

“Oh?” His lips twist and my pussy spasms. He thrusts his face into mine, holds my gaze as he raises his hand and pushes away a lock of hair that has fallen over my eyebrow. I shudder and his mouth curves. The tenderness in his touch is so at odds with how intense his gaze is that moisture laces my panties. His nostrils flare, and I swear, the man knows exactly how turned on I am. He drags his finger down the side of my throat and I shiver. He reaches my breast, circles one taut nipple. The hair on my forearms rises. He continues the journey until he reaches the waistband of my jeans. A moan bleeds from me. He slides his hand between my legs and cups my pussy. “If I cram my fingers inside your pussy, will I find you wet and needy and aching for my cock, Beauty?”

Yes.

Yes.

“No,” I shake my head.

He laughs. “Liar.”

He stays there, holding my gaze, the heat from his large palm sinking through the crotch of my jeans, through my panties. My belly clenches and the flesh between my thighs throbs, yearns…for more, so much more. I jerk my pelvis forward, wanting to feel him squeeze my throbbing core, and his smile becomes a full-blown grin.

“I rest my case.” He raises his hand as he pushes his face into mine, his mouth positioned just over mine, his eyelashes entangled with mine, and I pant. Please, please, please. I close my eyelids. The next moment, the heat of his body moves away, and the elevator jerks as it starts its journey upward. I snap my eyes open to find him leaning against the opposite wall.

“Asshole,” I say in a low voice.

“That’s alphahole to you, darling wife.” He smirks, and goddam him, why does he have to look so goddam hot when he’s being all antagonistic to me? I open my mouth to tell him off, and that’s when the elevator dings. The door opens and he beckons me to exit first.

Jerk.

I exit the elevator and he follows me to my room. I open the door, and with a loud meow, Andy immediately brushes past me.

“Hey, cat!”

I sense him bend down to pick up Andy. By the time I drop my keys on the table and turn, he has Andy nestled against his chest. The cat purrs and snuggles in. Lucky cat. I frown as he pets the animal, then carries him inside the suite. He glances around the large space, then walks over to Andy’s basket. He places the cat down and Andy settles in. Michael straightens, then stretches. The jacket pulls across his shoulders as he raises his arms above his head. His T-shirt lifts and I catch a glimpse of that flat stomach. It would be rock hard, if I touched his belly. I wouldn’t be able to make out an ounce of fat. And if I touched the space between his legs, that part would be even harder. And long and thick and fat and-

“Beauty?”

“Eh?” I glance up in time to see him smirk. “What?” I scowl, “What is it?”

“Can I use your bath? I’d like a shower.”

“A shower?” I ask with suspicion, “You want to take a shower?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I’ve been on the road for more than half a day; I just wanted to freshen up.”

“Hmph,” I purse my lips and he holds up his hand.

“Just a shower; that’s all.”

“No hanky-panky from you, okay?”

“Hanky-panky?” He chuckles, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Whatever,” I huff, “go take your shower, but be quick about it.”

“Will you come in and check in on me if I am gone too long?”

“Of course, not.” I scowl, “See? This is what I mean. No innuendos, no sexy smirking, no-”

“You think my smirk is sexy?” He smirks at me again and my stomach flip-flops. My pussy flutters.

Argh! What’s wrong with me? So, he’s my husband and I know exactly how his muscles feel under my fingers, and yeah, he’s the hottest man I’ve ever met… But he also kidnapped me, married me against my will, tagged me, then pretended to have his dick sucked off by someone else… All so he could try to protect me… Or so he says. And he did cross countries to see you; now, you don’t have to be lonely on Christmas. I jerk my chin toward the door of the bathroom, “Ten minutes.”