Taken for His Bride: An Arranged Marriage Dark Mafia Romance (The Torenti Family Book 2)

by Mae Doyle

  And I can’t go back to Colorado, not pregnant and single.

  Oh, and what else? That’s right, I think that I’m falling for Arlo. Or…I have fallen for Arlo, which makes absolutely no fucking sense. He’s hard around the edges, terrifying, a murderer, and more violent than anyone that I’ve ever met in my life.

  But he also does things to me that I had no idea where possible and somehow makes me laugh. It’s all very confusing, but I know for a fact that if I walk out that door right now that I won’t ever have the same chance at having a family as I do right now, and I’m not willing to give that up.

  “I’m pregnant, engaged, and staying. That okay with you guys?” My heart is pounding in my chest and I want to throw up, but I’m hoping that nobody around the table knows how worried I am, especially Pops and Arlo. Arlo must know, however, because he slides his thumb across the back of my hand.

  It’s supposed to be calming and supportive, but there’s something about it that makes a fire flame up in me. I killed for him, for goodness sakes.

  Pops stares at me for a moment and I get the distinct feeling that everyone around the table is holding their breath and waiting to hear what he’s going to say. If he wants me out, then I’m out, no matter if I’m pregnant or not.

  At least I was able to prove it.

  “You saw the test?” Pops completely ignores me and looks at Arlo, who nods. “And you know for a fact that it’s yours?”

  What the fuck? Before I can say anything, Arlo speaks up. “Yeah, the kid is mine, Pops, I know it.”

  Pops nods, like he didn’t just question whether or not I’d been sleeping around. I want to ask him when in the hell I was going to have time to fuck another guy when Arlo had me locked up in the house, but I bite my tongue.

  Probably best not to go there.

  “Then welcome to the family, Hannah,” Pops says finally, looking at me. “I’m sure that you’re excited to get married as soon as possible, aren’t you? Your face has healed, so whenever you’re ready, we’ll have a priest come and do the ceremony for the two of you.”

  “I don’t want your priest,” I tell him. Arlo had been putting food on my plate, and I see his hand freeze for a moment. “I want to do things my way. This entire time I’ve been used by my family and by your family and for once I want something that I want. I’m pregnant, I killed for your son, and now I’m marrying into your family. The least that you can do is let me have a hand in planning my own wedding.”

  There’s an eerie silence around the table and I become acutely aware that I have really fucked up. Pops is staring at me like he’d rather kill me than eat next to me, but before anyone can say anything, there’s a chuckle from across the table.

  “I’m so sorry,” Eva says, covering her mouth. “It’s just that she’s a little refreshing. And she did kill her own brother to save Arlo’s life, so I don’t see what the problem is with letting her have a say in planning her own wedding.” She pauses, like she has more to say, but her husband, Roque, puts his hand on her arm to stop her.

  Pops turns back to me. “You want to plan your own wedding, Hannah? Great. How quickly do you think that you’ll be able to walk?”

  My feet throb at the mere thought of walking, but there’s no way that I’m going to let him know that. I have a very good feeling that what happens next is going to determine how I’m treated as a part of the Torenti family.

  “This weekend. I’ll have the wedding planned by the weekend and I’ll be good to walk by them. You don’t have to worry about me making a run for it or anything.” I grin at him, to let him know that it’s a joke and to try to soften the mood, but he doesn’t look happy.

  “You run for it, little girl,” he says, cutting into his food, “and we will chase you down, keep you until the baby is ready, and then cut it out of you, do you understand?”

  Fuck.

  I was just joking.

  When I glance over at Arlo, his eyes are dark and his face is slightly twisted. Shit. I didn’t know that I hit a nerve, but obviously someone in the past has fucked over the Torenti family. No matter how bad it gets, I’m not going to make a run for it, not when that threat ringing in my ears.

  ***

  “Care to explain why the fuck you thought that a joke about running away would be a good idea?” Arlo had managed to hold in his anger while we were still at his parents, but we’re back at his house now, and he’s pissed.

  I get it. It was stupid, but I wasn’t exactly feeling the love from his family.

  “I was joking!” I explode at him. My hormones are off the chart, which I know isn’t the best excuse for how I’m acting right now, but it does make me feel a little better. “I had a bit of a shitty day, if you didn’t notice, and I was trying to lighten the mood!”

  “It was stupid.” He dumps me on the bed and I scoot away from him as quickly as possible, but he’s on top of me before I can get under the covers. “It was rash.” He kisses me, his mouth forcing mine open. I moan into him as his tongue sweeps across mine, tasting me.

  “It could get you killed.” He leans back and grabs my shirt, tearing it in two before I can stop it. The fabric rips with a loud sound, but he barely flexes to rip it away. I’m panting under him, and he can’t help but stare at the way my tits rise and all with my breath.

  “I wanted to shove my cock into your mouth just to make you shut up.” Now he’s trailing a line of hot kisses from my ear down between my tits and across my stomach. My muscles all tighten under his touch, and I writhe a little, trying to force him to go lower.

  I’m shameless. I want him to make me cum. It’s been a long fucking day and I need some release.

  “You were dumb. And fucking hot.” Before I can say anything in response, he hooks his thumbs in my waistband and pulls my pants and panties off of me, slinging them to the floor. There’s a shooting pain when he hits my foot, but I immediately forget it when he kisses me again, this time along my inner thigh.

  “I’m sorry,” I gasp out. My body is already tight as a wire, and every touch he lands on me makes me feel like I’m going to come apart at the seams.

  “You should be sorry, Hannah. You almost lost everything, fuck, you almost cost me everything. Do you know that?” He digs his fingers into my hips and I buck up to him. I want him to take me, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in that right now.

  He’s dragging an apology out from me and it’s all I can to do keep my breath.

  “I didn’t mean to. I want to be with you, Arlo.” It’s true, but I’m not sure if he’s going to believe me. Fuck, I honestly don’t know if I’d believe me.

  “You do?” He cocks an eyebrow at me and slips his fingers along my folds. I’m soaking wet for him and I moan, arching my back and trying to slip down so that his fingers will be in me. “Or do you want to be with my cock? Be honest now, Hannah.”

  Fuck. Can’t I want both? I’m planning on asking him that, but I don’t manage to get the words out before he grabs me by the hips and flips me over. As soon as I’m on my front, I scramble to push myself up on my arms, and he takes my hips, pulling me back so that I’m on all fours.

  “What…?” I start to ask, but I don’t get the chance to finish. He plunges his fingers into me and I scream, rocking forward. I didn’t expect him to take me like that, so suddenly and without warning. As soon as I get myself under control, I rock back on his hand.

  He feels so fucking good, but it’s his cock that I want in me, not his fingers.

  “Please,” I cry out, arching my back and turning to look at him. Fuck, he’s hot. His dark eyes are locked on mine as he works his fingers in and out of me. I can see the line of his jaw, even though there’s stubble on it, and I want to pull him to me and run my tongue along it.

  “You’ve stressed me out, Hannah,” he tells me, still stroking me from the inside. He knows exactly what spot to hit that makes me turn into jelly and I feel my knees and elbows start to go weak. “I’ll I’ve wanted to do today is watch y
ou suck my cock.”

  “I will. Let me taste you,” I say, but he plunges back into me, and I lose my balance, falling down on the bed.

  “Not yet, Hannah,” he warns, slipping his fingers out and along my folds. I ache for him, my cunt feels like it’s about to explode, but when he pulls his fingers from me, I gasp out.

  I’m trembling for him, but he and I both know that he’s stronger than I am and that there’s no way I can take control here. Even if I get him flipped over and pinned down, he won’t let me win.

  My mouth waters at the thought of him spread out on the bed for me, but before I can indulge in that fantasy, I feel his tongue on my clit and I arch my back, pressing into his face. He sucks my clit and slips his tongue around it before sinking his fingers back into me and pressing into the bundle of nerves.

  I scream out his name and shudder, trying to hold myself up as I cum. I’m shaking and my limbs all feel like they’re going to explode. My skin feels too tight and he uses his free hand to wrap around my waist and hold me in place while I ride out my orgasm.

  It takes my breath away and I keep my eyes closed as he flips me over. Stretching out on his bed, I try to shake the cramping from my muscles. Holy hell, the man knows how to do things to my body that should be illegal.

  When I finally open my eyes, my jaw drops. He’s standing by the bed, stripped naked, his huge cock bobbing between us. Even though I’m exhausted and I still haven’t caught my breath, I reach out for him.

  Chapter 23

  Arlo

  “You wanted to suck my cock?” Gripping my cock at the base, I slowly run my hand up and down its length. Watching Hannah come and tasting her juice in my mouth is almost enough to make me cum myself, but I held it together.

  I need to feel her lips on my dick, and I then I want to fuck her like she’s never been fucked. Her eyes are wide and she reaches for me, so I step forward, closing my eyes as her soft hands pull me closer.

  Carefully she sits up, bending forward so that her lips are just brushing my bulb. Without thinking, I fork my fingers through her hair and then fist it, pulling her closer to me.

  She’s a fucking tease, and I need to feel my cock in her mouth. Immediately she gasps, and I shove forward past her perfect pouty little mouth.

  “Your mouth almost got us both in a world of trouble today, Hannah,” I tell her. I haven’t let go of her hair yet, and I can feel the back of her throat as I thrust into her. She gags a little, but she needs to be punished for that shit. “Your mouth deserves a good deep fucking for all of that.”

  She reaches out and grabs my thigh, her nails digging into my skin as I keep sliding in and out of her mouth. It’s obvious that she’s having trouble breathing, but she doesn’t push me away, and I keep thrusting deeper, feeling her mouth open more and more for me.

  “This is what you get when you make me look like an idiot in front of the family,” I tell her, pulling her hair until she has to lean back and look at me. My cock is half in her mouth now, and she swirls her tongue around the bulb, flicking and lapping at me while I stare at her.

  This is how I like my mouthy Hannah. If she’s going to run off at the mouth then she needs to make it up to me later. I tell her this and she nods. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes and I can feel that her jaw is trembling.

  Poor broad doesn’t know what to do with a cock like mine. That’s fine, I have all the time in the world and I’m happy to teach her. Grabbing one of her hands, I put it on my shaft. “Stroke,” I tell her, and when she does, I close my eyes, leaning my head back for a moment.

  Fuck, she does feel good. She’s sassy and a whole lot of trouble, but I can break her. I can teach her to do what I need her to do in order to stay happy.

  But I don’t want to cum in her mouth even though it would be easy, and I love the idea of watching her struggle and choke as she swallows my seed.

  I’m getting close, and that’s not what I want.

  Before she knows what I’m going, I grab her and flip her back onto the bed. She lets go of my cock and I moan at the way it feels to miss her hands on me. Quickly she lays down, but I growl and get on the bed. “On all fours, Hannah,” I tell her.

  She flips around, her perfect ass in my face. Even though my cock is throbbing and begging to be buried in her hot heat, I slap her ass, the red handprint raising immediately on her pale skin. She cries out and rocks forward, so I lean over her and grab her tit.

  “No screaming, Hannah. You need to take this as your punishment, do you understand?” She whimpers as she nods and I get back into place behind her.

  She things I’m going to smack her again, and she’s quivering as she waits. I hold my breath, making myself wait longer. I want to really enjoy this.

  It isn’t until she glances back at me to see what I’m doing that I move. She’s fucking dripping wet, her tight pussy greedy for me, and I run my hand up her slit, dragging her wet with me and swirling my finger around her ass.

  Immediately, she clenches tight and I laugh. “You gotta relax, Hannah. You brought this on yourself, remember? Be a good girl now and take the punishment that I’m going to give you.”

  I hear her exhale and her muscles relax, so I slip a finger into her, slowly stretching her. There’s no way that my huge cock is going to fit, not comfortably, anyway, but I’m still going to try.

  Hannah brought this on herself.

  I’m going to take her and make her completely my own, even if that ends up hurting her a little bit. She’s worth it and all I have to do is try to go slow so I don’t hurt her too badly.

  “Arlo,” she moans, pushing back on my fingers so that they slip inside her. Her perfect little ass is just so tight and ready for me, and I get on my knees, centering myself behind her.

  “I want you to breathe,” I tell her, gently massaging her hips with my hands. She has to relax or this isn’t going to work, and while I want to completely own her and punish her, I don’t want to hurt her. Not really.

  Not right now.

  “I’m trying,” she squeaks back as I press into her. I can hear her breathing – panting – and I slow down, still keeping pressure on her as I push my huge bulb into her tight, perfect ass. Nobody has ever owned her like this. I want to fuck all of her holes and make sure that she knows that she’s really mine.

  Nobody else will ever get a taste of my Hannah, and I want to be able to have her however I want to, whenever I want to.

  She cries out a little and I slow, but then I thrust forward, fully seating myself in her. She’s so fucking tight that I can feel all of her muscles squeezing my cock, and my balls tighten in response.

  Goddammit, she feels good.

  I start to pull out and thrust into her, but she’s so tight that I end up rocking inside of her. Hannah moans, turning around and craning her neck back so that she can make eye contact with me.

  She’s biting her lower lip, her tooth almost breaking through the thin skin as she tries to breathe deeply, but it’s almost impossible for her.

  For me, as well. Leaning back, I get a good look at my huge cock sliding in and out of her, then I grab her hips and pound in deeper.

  There’s going to be a little pain in this for her, but I know that she’ll end up loving it.

  She screams, dropping her head and digging her hands into the covers. Her little body is tight and almost vibrating with the feeling of my huge cock slamming deeper into her. When I feel a tingling at the base of my spine, I know that I’m going to cum soon, and I drop my hand to her clit.

  She’s hot and dripping wet, her clit swollen and sensitive, and as soon as I touch it, she cries out, rocking back to meet my hand. I pinch it, twisting her hard between my finger and my thumb as I continue to slam into her perfect ass.

  “You like this, Hannah?” I know that she does. I can tell by the way her body is responding to me, but I want to hear her say it. I need to hear her tell me exactly how much she loves having my cock in her perfect ass.

  She
nods, but she doesn’t answer me, so I slam harder into her, my thumb playing across her clit, dragging the start of an orgasm out of her.

  “I asked you a question, Hannah. Do you like this? Tell me what you think about me fucking your perfect little ass.”

  “I love it,” she gasps out, and in response, I slip a finger into her dripping cunt. She shudders against my hand, her muscles all sucking at my fingers and my cock as she reaches her peak.

  My balls are tight and I feel myself about to explode, but I don’t cum until her muscles tighten in a spasm of release around me. There’s no way that I could pull myself from her now if I tried. She’s shaking under me, and I pump my thick cum deep into her ass, taking her for my own.

  Hannah can’t ever deny now that she’s completely mine. Nobody else will be able to touch her or claim her the way that I have.

  She keeps shaking, even as I pull myself from her and help her lay down. Her whole body is trembling and her eyes are closed. When I notice that her hands are clenched into fists, I slowly rub them, working feeling back into them and helping her relax her grip.

  After a few moments, she opens her eyes. They look glazed and faraway, and I know that it’s going to take her a bit longer to come back to me.

  “Hannah, you okay, honey?” I wanted to own her. I wanted to take her for myself and make sure that she knows that I’m the only one who can give her pleasure. She won’t ever think about another man now that I’ve had her completely.

  Now that I know that I can have her like that whenever I want her.

  She nods. “I’m okay. That was…something else.”

  It was something else. “You’re mine, Hannah Del Rossi,” I tell her, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead. “I want you to remember that. I can have you whenever I want you, however I want you. I showed you that today, didn’t I?”