Cruel Prince: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance

by Piper Stone

  I was terrified of what he was going to do to me, but a small yet growing portion was excited, the deep longing turning into an absolute need.

  He straddled me again, sliding his hands under my shirt, cupping and squeezing both breasts. I shuddered from his touch, the warmth shooting through me like a tidal wave. When he fingered my nipples, flicking his index fingers back and forth, another wafting scent of my desire floated between us.

  Laughing softly, Matteo pinched both hardened buds, sending me soaring into another plane, the pain almost blinding.

  “Oh, God. Don’t. I mean…”

  “Don’t? Is that what you really want to say to me, Catherine? Or don’t you really want to let go, enjoying the moment of pleasure?”

  “I…” I was suddenly confused at my body’s reaction, the hunger that embroiled every one of my senses.

  “Tell me you want my cock buried deep inside of you.”

  “No. That’s not… possible.” My inner voice was nagging at me, pushing me to tell him what he wanted to hear.

  And what I longed to break free and spout off.

  “Tell me.”

  He twisted my nipples brutally, the pain shifting into anguish. I jerked up from the bed, fighting with my bindings. The slight creaking sound of the leather only added to the enticing moment. No man had ever touched me this way.

  I was overcome by the vibrations dancing through me, the scent of his sex mixing with my own. “Yes. Fuck me. Just fuck me.”

  He let out a husky roar then ripped the front of my shirt with enough force I whimpered. When my breasts were exposed, he leaned down, engulfing one into his mouth. The combination of his wet, hot mouth and tongue laving my aching nipple almost shoved me into an instant orgasm. My pussy clenched and released several times, the dazzling sensations sending stars shooting across my periphery of vision.

  “Oh, my. Oh…” I no longer recognized my voice, the throaty sound ultra-sexy and inviting. An invitation. My body’s betrayal was offering him a direct invitation to take me in any way he wanted.

  How could this be happening to me?

  Every sound he made animalistic in nature, he brushed his lips to my other nipple, taking his time to lick and nip the tip. I was lulled into a wicked round of haze where lust had overtaken all rational thoughts. I tried to watch him, my vision foggy and my mind a blur. He never seemed to take his eyes off me as he enjoyed tormenting my body, making me hot and wet all over.

  I shifted on the bed, tossing my head back and forth. His mouth seemed to scald my skin, pushing me closer and closer to nirvana. “Mmm… Oh…” My sounds were just as savage as his, every cell on fire.

  He licked the curve of first one then the other breast before dragging his tongue down to my stomach. I jerked up again, panting like some wild dog. As he continued his exploration, I lolled my head to the side, unable to fend off the man or the burning need that refused to let go of me. He’d managed to awaken some dark part of my mind that I hadn’t known existed. Every touch he made was followed by his tongue.

  As he whispered words in Italian that I couldn’t understand, I could even feel myself smiling. The sound was like music playing on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

  “So beautiful, Catherine. And to think that you are all mine. No man will ever touch you again.”

  His words were a dose of reality, a reminder that the arrangement my father had entered into meant I was nothing but a prisoner. That would never change. A wash of hate rolled through me but as he crawled further down, lifting and bending one of my legs, I looked away on purpose.

  “I told you to look at me. Do not make me punish you again,” he instructed, the shift in his tone so automatic and drastic that I jerked my head back in position. The fire in his eyes was entirely different. He was a complex man with more than one side, but I could easily tell that I didn’t want to cross him.

  Exhaling, he lifted my leg even further, rubbing the pads of his fingers along my inner thigh before pressing a series of kisses against my skin. Within seconds, I was back to feeling nothing but extreme pleasure, every sound I made a soft rumbling purr.

  He seemed pleased at my reaction, pushing my knee to the side before lifting my other leg and repeating the same actions. By the time he pushed my knee to the comforter, I was lost in utter euphoria. Growling, he eased between my legs, blowing across my aching pussy before lowering his head.

  “What are you… doing?” The question was ridiculous but flew out of my mouth.

  “I’m feasting on your pretty pink pussy. I am a very thirsty man.”

  I fisted my hand as he dropped his head closer and closer, teasing me all over again. The first swipe of his tongue was almost magical, sending me straight into the stratosphere. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  “You’re glistening, my little bride.”

  His words made me feel dirty and sinful, but I found myself opening my legs even wider, allowing him full access. I no longer cared what I was doing. For a few minutes, I wanted to feel his touch and his tongue. I wanted to experience the kind of passion that he’d talked about.

  As he buried his face into my pussy, licking fervently as any animal would, I fell into a quiet moment of euphoria. I was tingling all over, my mind one big, beautiful blur and I no longer cared as another wave of embarrassment pushed into my system.

  I’d been licked before, but not in this way. He took his time flicking his tongue across my clit until it had just the perfect amount of sensitivity, sucking and nipping as if enjoying a juicy piece of nectarine. The sounds he made as he feasted indicated his increasing pleasure, which only added to the passionate moment. When he finally rolled his tongue down the length of my pussy, darting the tip just past my swollen folds, a scream was ready to explode from my throat.

  He dug his fingers into my skin for a few seconds, keeping his head in the same position, licking up and down in a slow and easy fashion. I was pushed close to an orgasm several times, but he expertly pulled back, forcing me to wait. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing, driving me to the point of nirvana until I was left a heated mess. I could feel my juice trickling down my inner thighs, no doubt staining my beautiful plum comforter.

  As he laughed in a commanding manner, he tickled my folds with a single finger. The second he thrust it inside, my muscles clamped around the invasion, my mouth open wide even though not a single sound could be heard. He added at least two more fingers, plunging hard and fast. When he flexed them open, curling the tips and hitting my G-spot, I almost lost it. He continued for a few seconds then stopped completely.

  “What? Oh…” My eyes were now wide open, although my attempt at focusing was no better than before.

  “Very bad girl,” he mused then smacked two fingers across my pussy lips.

  The pain was an odd combination of uncomfortable yet exciting. Breathing became difficult, my mind spinning. When I started to move my knees closer together, all he had to do was issue a primal growl.

  He slapped my pussy several more times, then released another series of savage roars before burying his face once again.

  The strange dichotomy of anguish and ecstasy was almost more powerful than what he was doing. Tears formed in my eyes but out of frustration and not the pain. I wanted to come. I needed to climax. He knew it. He was forcing me to wait.

  Like a good little girl.

  I tossed my head back and forth, doing everything I could but I was ready to explode. “Please let me come. Please.”

  “Not yet. You haven’t earned it.”

  Earned. Was he kidding me? I did what I could, but my body was shaking violently, the leather bindings squeaking above me. I was no longer in my body, the bliss becoming breathtaking.

  He drove four fingers deep inside of me, pushing me to the very limit of my sanity.

  “Oh. Oh. Please… Please let me come.” I bucked and twisted, my heart racing.

  After a few seconds, he finally lifted his head, blowing across my pussy. “Come for me, little pet.
Come.”

  With those words, I released, the orgasm booming into my system. I was shocked at the amazing sensations, jerking and pulling to no avail. As I was driven into ecstasy, the single climax refused to back down, morphing into a beautiful wave cascading over every inch of my body. Nothing had ever felt so good in my life.

  Matteo refused to let me go, grunting the entire time he licked and sucked, taking in every drop of my juice.

  As the last seconds of the intense moment began to wind down, sheer exhaustion replaced the moments of bliss. I fell back against the bed, panting as I blinked furiously.

  He pressed his lips against one leg then the other, lifting his head. I could still manage to see the feral look in his eyes as he continued to use his fingers to tease me. When he rolled his fingers down the crack of my ass, I tensed, fisting my hands all over again.

  “You are beautiful when you come. I will always provide you with pleasure as long as you remain obedient.”

  There was the asshole who’d stormed into my apartment. He would take what he wanted yet only allow me to feel this kind of pleasure if I followed his rules. I clenched my jaw, glaring at him as I’d done before.

  He cocked his head, shoving his thumb between my ass cheeks. When he pushed it inside my darkened hole, I refused to scream. No one had ever taken me there. No one had ever dared to try. While there was initial pain, the craziest thing happened. The experience became pleasurable.

  This was dirty and disgusting, but more exciting than his minutes of feasting. I was thrown by the surge of electricity, curling my toes as he pumped in several times.

  “As I said, every hole now belongs to me. That’s something you need to keep in mind.” He rose onto his knees, moving to lean over me. “And if you allow another man to touch you, I will be forced to kill him. Do you understand?”

  His words were chilling, just another reminder of how dangerous he was. “Yes.” When he cocked his head as if waiting for something else, I wanted nothing more than to be able to scratch his face and gouge out his eyes. “Yes. Sir.”

  He smirked before moving beside me. Within seconds, he flipped me over, pushing me onto my knees. The asshole was going to make good on his promise. I’d seen his cock, his big, fat cock. There was no way I would be able to take something so large.

  Monstrous.

  I fought to see what he was doing, trying my best not to whimper. When he positioned himself behind me, I tried to buck against him. He responded by smacking my bottom several times, the slaps brutal and fast.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you in the ass. While I long to fuck you in that delicious pussy of yours, I won’t take you there until after we’ve been married. Your pussy is sacred to me and will remain off limits. Then nothing will prevent me from owning you.”

  Own.

  The word reverberated in my mind even more than what I knew he was going to do. I was now nothing more than his possession.

  Chapter 5

  Matteo

  Catherine.

  The kind of woman fantasies were made of.

  The girl was far too beautiful, even if she was a handful. In truth, I hadn’t expected to find her so attractive, the electricity continuing to sizzle in my system. While I was a man who didn’t like surprises of any kind, at least this one was pleasant.

  After barging in, I’d been caught by her dazzling eyes for the second time. The color seemed unnatural given the very unusual shade of lavender, but the way her golden irises highlighted her face as well as her silky blonde hair made my cock twitch from second one.

  But the sight of her voluptuous body had also pushed my heart against my chest, thudding in irregular beats. Just like it had done the night before. Even in her adorable pink shorts and a tee shirt, her hair pulled into a ponytail, her gorgeous physique couldn’t be hidden. She had the kind of long legs meant to slide around my waist as I fucked her, fingers that should be wrapped around my cock a good portion of the day, and porcelain skin so exquisite that all I wanted to do was lick her. That would come later.

  I would find great joy in breaking her.

  The fact Catherine had fought me, including trying to bash my head in with a damn statue was a clear indication of what I’d be faced with. She wasn’t going to take the arrangement easily, even after the way her body had responded to mine. What little time I’d had to do my research on her had indicated she was a strong personality. However, I hadn’t expected the spitfire I’d found.

  My hand itched to spank her all over again.

  And my cock longed to drive inside of her tight pussy, but I would do as I’d been taught from the time that I could understand what my parents were telling me.

  I would wait, honoring our union as something sacred. To do otherwise would taint what we shared even more than the arrangement itself.

  However, that didn’t mean I couldn’t partake in other ways, one of which was shoving my cock into her ass. I’d never been known as a romantic lover, but Catherine brought out the most intense level of passion I’d ever experienced. She’d already become something I couldn’t live without. There would be no backing out on the deal that had been made, although if I had to guess, I’d say that after the night’s events she would run to Daddy and beg him to stop what he’d accepted.

  His earlier call from just outside the restaurant had been laced with arrogance. I could only imagine what he would throw my way after learning I’d already tasted his daughter.

  “You’re horrible,” she muttered, the hard pulling she was doing dragging me back to reality.

  So, we were back to her hating me. That was just fine.

  “Something you will learn very quickly, Catherine, is that I am exactly what you see. Ruthless. Brutal. Unforgiving. The sooner you’ve accepted that then the better we will get along.”

  She laughed, tossing a look over her shoulder. “You and I are never going to be friends.”

  I took a deep breath as I slid my finger down the crack of her ass. “You’re absolutely right. However, we are going to be man and wife. You will be by my side through thick and thin, strife and bullshit.”

  “How do I get out of the arrangement?”

  I fisted the base of my cock, stroking for a few seconds as I contemplated my answer. “You don’t.” As I pressed my fingers into her pussy, I was almost overwhelmed by the need to fuck her tight channel, spending hours doing so. I’d never been a man who held back from taking, but in this case, I would attempt to do so. I plunged deep inside for several seconds until my fingers were covered with her juice. All the while she moaned in pleasure, fueling the darkness furrowing inside of me. I took a few seconds to roll my wet fingers around my cock, but my hunger was too intense.

  A smile crossing my face, I pushed the tip inside her dark hole. With limited lubricant, I would take my time. At this point there was no reason to cause her pain. That would only make the entire change in our lives that much more disagreeable.

  Whimpering, Catherine continued to fight with her bindings. Little did she know that with a different set of motions, she could have freed herself. The thought kept the smile on my face. I was a devious bastard.

  I held my cockhead just inside as I brushed my fingers down her spine. She remained terrified but intrigued by me, which only added to the jolts of electricity that we’d both experienced. What fascinated me the most was the chemistry we shared, a connection that almost never happened in these circumstances. My father had told me all about arranged marriages, including the introduction that our grandfather had orchestrated with him and our mother.

  At least they’d had instant sparks, never fighting the deal that had been made between two powerful families. This was something entirely different.

  I pushed another inch inside, marveling at the way her muscles clamped around my shaft. Just touching her body ignited the flames. Being inside of her tight asshole tossed gasoline. I controlled my actions to the best of my ability, fighting the urge to thrust into her like the savage I knew I�
��d turned into. Yet my mouth watered at the thought, the taste of her pussy driving me to a barbaric stage.

  She tasted like fresh peaches, juicy and ripe. And her scent was a mere hint of night blooming jasmine, one of my favorite fragrances.

  I closed my eyes, gripping her hips as I slowly pushed.

  “Too big. Too big.”

  “Shhh… You will get used to it. Try and relax.”

  “I can’t!”

  She panted, mumbling under her breath. I adored the way she undulated her hips, the action intoxicating. She had no way of knowing what she was stirring deep within me. My hunger was off the charts, the needs yanking at whatever humanity I had left inside. I closed my eyes, concentrating on my actions, shuddering all over from the glorious sensations.

  Her moans tickled my ears, only adding to my sadistic desires. I finally couldn’t take it any longer, my patience all but gone. When I thrust the remainder inside, she threw her head back, her wail almost becoming too dangerous. I had come here without intentions of creating a scene or killing anyone. But if some asshole came to the door in an attempt to find out if she was all right, I would be forced to rethink my plan.

  The way her muscles clamped around my shaft was almost exactly like the way her pussy muscles had reacted when I’d thrust my tongue inside. She was delicious in every way, her defiant actions bringing out the beast in me. I’d been told before that I was sick and twisted, a man incapable of caring about anyone.

  What I did care about was taking Catherine over and over again, ravaging her until I managed to satiate my hunger. No one had ever accomplished that before. I’d always tossed away the few women I’d pretended to get close to in my search to satisfy my needs. At least tonight I felt alive and on the very precipice of something entirely different.

  More power.

  More wealth.

  While that had come at a steep price, a man with no conscience never cared. My grip on her hips became stronger as I thrust in and out, my actions becoming more brutal.