Mafia Boss's Secret Wife

Chapter 3: Strange proposal

In a hurry, I straighten myself and get in a sitting position, my back pressed against the thick pillows of the couch. The instinct of flight or fight has ignited within me, but right now, I did not have an opening to simply run and escape. And truly, I wasn't sure fighting this mountain of a man was a possibility.

Thomas stops in front of me, trapping my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look up at him as he kicks my legs open and steps in between them. The devious smirk is still broad on his lips as he looks down at me, blinking slowly as he ponders on what he could do to me.

"You're quite feisty. Aren't you?" he rasps, thumb brushing over my lower lip, parting it and opening my mouth slightly. "Will you bite? Or do you just bark?" he whispers, pushing his thumb into my mouth.

OH! I want to bite! I so want to bite, but every single nerve ending in my body has been lit up, screaming to be itched and touched. It was overwhelming any sane thought I had. The tip of my tongue comes to meet the tip of his finger.

He smiles, satisfied, his thumb pressing harshly on my tongue, urging me to properly use it. My lips wrap around it and I flick my tongue on it without a damn shimmer of shame.

I wanted this just as much as he did. The lust that was consuming me from within needed an even bigger fire to die down. He was the fire that could put an end to mine.

I reach my hands out to his pants, unbuckling his belt. He pulls his thumb out of my mouth and brings it up to his lips, licking it slowly, in a taunting way, his eyes pinned on my face all along.

My cheeks grow a deep shade of pink and I feel as if I am about to melt.

"Not now." he grunts as he pushes my hands away from the hem of his boxers, just as I was about to free his raging erection.

"Oh?" I hum, a bit surprised, his face nearing mine, while he forces me to lean back into the pillows. "I might not offer to do it again later -"

"You will." he speaks with confidence, "Right now I have other things planned for you." the mischief in his eyes is not something one can miss.

"I didn't take you as one who likes to offer pleasure." I tease him, racking my nails down his abdomen, while he pulls away from my face before he could kiss me.

"Who says I'm about to pleasure you?" he answers all cocky as he takes a seat on the coffee table, taking hold of one of my legs and pulling it into his lap. Without a rush, his fingers undo the clasp of my shoe and pulls

it off.

"Well-" I Humm, following his movement with my eyes. "If you are not pleasuring me, then what are you doing now?" I chuckle, relaxing into the pillow, as I flex my toes and brush them over his crotch.

He shakes his head, slightly amused, grabbing my other leg and bringing it into his lap, doing the same by removing my shoe.

" Have a bit of patience, will you? " he answers, voice low, eyes pinned on my legs, his tune sending countless shivers through my body.

My eyes scan him with curiosity and skepticism. I once more notice the bunch of ripped papers beside him and my attention shifts to them.

"Was that an NDA contract?" I ask, but I am not offered any answer.

Instead, his hands grip my calves and he tugs at my body, forcing me to lie down on my back, my knees bent and spread wide open in front of him. A yelp escapes me and I immediately dip my elbows into the couch, lifting my upper body so I can look at him.

I find him leaning towards my legs, eyes darkened to the point I'm not even sure what color they were. His hands sneak under my dress and tug at it, exposing my legs to him.

"Why do you care now?" he mutters, words falling right against the inner side of my right knee, his lips brushing against it immediately after, his eyes pinning me down with so much intensity I am breathless once more.

"i- mmm-" I humm, puzzled and hazy as I stare at him.

His lips curl into a smirk and his teeth graze against my soft skin, making me fall back into the pillows, covering my face with both my hands, hiding myself from him, hoping to get some of my sanity back.

"What is it? Are you getting shy?" he mocks, his lips moving further up my legs, to my thighs, alongside the hands that grip the underside of them, pulling me even further closer to him, my ass hanging off of the couch at this point.

"I'm not!" I protest, supporting myself as best as I could in this awkward position. "Thomas, I'm gonna fall!" I hiss.

But he doesn't seem to care. He peppers my inner thigh with kisses and hot breaths and occasional nibbles that make me squirm and heat pool in my pelvis.

I'm sure he is close enough to feel it. To see it too. That my panties were growing wet and I was growing needy and hot.

"You're not going to fall." he answers, his breath at the junction of my leg with my pelvis, sending thousands of impulses through my whole body, which make me want to have him inside of me.

"Thomas -" I groan, gripping the edge of the couch, knowing damn well I can't hold myself in this position any longer.

A dark chuckle echoes in his chest and before I can comprehend what's happening, he pulls me into his lap, wrapping my legs tightly around him, my wet panties right on top of his bulging boxers.

His hands dip in my hair and he sharply tugs my head backwards, exposing my neck to him. He leans down and his lips spart pressing kisses against my neck, moving down towards my collarbones and to my cleavage, in the valley between my breasts, while he makes sure to grind against me.

My head is almost painfully leaned backwards, his fist full of my hair.

His mouth moves to the side and he starts pressing kisses on the inside of my breast, nosing at the material of the dress, to push it away, centimeter by centimeter, moving closer to the peak of my breast.

I want to push my chest into his face, but he doesn't give me the opportunity to move much. When my hands try to touch him, he lets out a low, almost inhuman growl.

"Hands behind your back!" he demands and I comply almost immediately, bringing them both behind my back. He finds them there and grips them together into his much larger hand.

His teeth graze over the material of my red dress, nibbling at my n****e through the material. A moan, long and from deep within my throat, escapes me and I now realize what he meant by not giving me pleasure.

He was teasing me. Taunting me. Waiting for me to break and bend for him.

After a few harsher nibbles, his teeth confidently grip at my dress and tug it off of my shoulder exposing my breast to him.

My n****e is aching for some more attention, hard and perky, while the round breast is nothing but inviting to be touched and squeezed.

"That thing you just ripped, was for your own protection." he murmurs, the tip of his tongue touching the tip of my n****e, making me groan and force my chest up for more. "That thing was supposed to ensure your safe return home." he adds, his voice lower, more threatening, more beast-like.

Part of me wishes to care, but part of me was too far gone with the drugs to care what was going to happen beyond the pleasure of tonight.

" You're bluffing!" I pant and open my eyes." Now shut up and touch me properly!" I demand, desperate for more.

But instead of doing as instructed, a dark chuckle fills the room. He pressed himself against me, releasing my hair and allowing me to straighten my head.

In this position, I'm almost as tall as him and I can look him in the eye. The tip of my nose brushes against his and my parted lips brush over his. Thomas smirks, bringing a finger between our lips.

"You don't have the right to kiss me." he whispers. "You're here for my pleasure. You can't make demands." he adds, as he gets up, his hands supporting my ass as he moves us to the couch. "Now, be a good girl and get on your knees!" he demands, his voice low and stern