Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Arabella groaned as Sandro nudged her to the door. He gripped the back of her neck as he kissed her thoroughly. Moaning, her hand wound up in his hair and she winced as he bit on her lip.

Tugging the top she donned off her, his eyes stayed on her twin globes and his groin throbbed.

“Beautiful.” He groaned and Lace his wolf purred as well. ‘She’s ours.’

‘Shut up.’ Sandro urged. Having his wolf spoilt the fun was the last thing he wanted.

It was the first sex session she didn’t try to push him away. She was willing to fuck him which was surprising. And what surprised him the most was she had approached him first.

“Sandro.” She mumbled.

“Master.” Sandro corrected. “I am your master in the bedroom and never call me otherwise.”

Nodding her head, she stared at him with wide eyes. “Master.”

“Little minx!” Sandro said as her eyes went downwards, making her look demure.

She was teasing him. But where did she learn to do that?

He didn’t know and didn’t care who had given her the lesson. All he wanted was to get down to business. And he was taking his time while at it.

With Thalia, he never takes things slowly. He just wanted to be inside of her and out as soon as he could.

He didn’t know what changed. Maybe because Arabella was letting him do this willingly.

Arabella pushed aside the warning resounding in her head.

She shouldn’t do it. Her subconscious said over again. She shouldn’t let him have his way!

But she was letting him. She had made the first move on him and she wasn’t embarrassed when he told her he wanted to fuck her too.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

She believed it was the whiskey she had taken with Janice on their way home that was doing the thinking for her.

She had seen Sandro shirtless and had thought he was a sumptuous meal to have as the weather was a bit frigid. She wanted him that instant and didn’t think of anything other than to have him inside of her.

“Are you certain about this?”

Arabella eyed him. He looked uncertain. That was a first as he never asked about what she wanted before he ripped her dress.

He never asked if she wanted him to fuck her before he did.

She reckoned it was more reasons to give herself freely to him and let him have a taste of what he was missing if he asked her nicely.

“Goodness, you are so hot,” Sandro said as he fondled her breasts before tweaking her nipples.

Arabella tossed her head back and let out a wanton moan.

His lips moved from her mouth to her neck. He nipped and sucked on her soft spot before trailing wet kisses down.

He kissed her cleavage and licked the area before her breast.

“Do you want me to show you how good you can feel by sucking on this?”

“Yes.” Arabella shut her eyes as his hot breath fanned her breast.

Her nipples tingled in response and both tightened in anticipation.

“Yes, what?” Sandro growled. He squeezed her butt and let his tongue play with a pointed nipple.

“Yes, master,” Arabella responded.

“Good student.” Sandro let out. One of his hands covered her breast and he massaged gently whilst the other breast, his mouth was on the swollen tip as it begged his attention.

He took the tip in his mouth and sucked gently at first before he became rough.

Sandro knew Arabella’s body, even better than her.

He knew when to go gentle and when to be rough. Moreover, he was aware she liked him being rough on her even without her saying it.

She was wet and always ready to accommodate his length.

“Please, fuck me,” Arabella said. She grimaced at how the word came out. But she didn’t care. She wanted him inside her this instant and she might force him if he didn’t do so.

Sandro chuckled. “Tesoro, you are so impatient. Let me teach you how pleasurable you can be. You might not get the feeling anymore and not from anyone because Arabella, you are mine and anyone who is thinking of having you have me to answer to.”

Sandro hoisted her over his shoulder.

His hand connected with her butt cheek as he strode towards the large king-sized bed.

Arabella whimpered and she almost felt her juice leaking on him, she clamped her leg shut and she gripped his chest.

“Your clothes.” She whined as he dumped her in the bed. It was unfair he still had clothes on whereas he had ripped off her underwear with the little opportunity he got.

“One thing at a time.” He said, pushing her hand away. “I like it that you are impatient but giving you the utmost pleasure is what I wished to do tonight.”

Arabella didn’t like the idea of that but she nodded her head nevertheless.

“Now, open your thighs, let me see my pussy.”

Arabella opened her thighs without a second thought and she licked her lips as his eyes glinted.

“Astounding.” He said and Arabella nodded.

She moved up from the bed and gripped his shirt pulling him into her. Her mouth moved close to his ear and she whispered. “So help me God, Sandro if you don’t fuck me this instant, I’ll take it as a challenge and go in with the first man I see.”

Sandro snarled, grasping her hair. “You won’t dare.”

“Try me.” Arabella winced as his hand tightened on her hair.

“Bitch!” Swiftly, he yanked off his clothes and gripped her thighs. “Watch me fuck you until you are breathless.”

He thrust into her and his hand clamped over her mouth drowning her scream.

She widened her eyes as his other hand gripped her neck.

“What do you call me?” He let out a grunt.

“Mas… master!” Arabella stuttered as the familiar aches and needs surged through her.

She choked and gasped for breath. But that didn’t even make him stop what he was doing.

Arabella clawed at his back and kicked on the bed.

“You’ll kill me!”

“Wouldn’t that be better for all of us?!” His sea-green eyes glinted a gold colour.

Her eyes went to his head and she glimpsed two horns peeking out from it.

He was a monster… Sandro was a monster?

How didn’t she notice?

His teeth glimmered as he smile and two wicked-looking canines pierced out from his mouth. His head dipped and he whispered, “This will be a reminder that I own you, Arabella. You are mine and no one else!”

His teeth sank into her neck and she jerked awake.