Sniping Her Mafia King

His words stole her voice. She blinked again as the tears which had threatened seconds ago, now creeped from the edge of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. He was making her dream of things impossible for her, especially if he ever found out what she had done. She stood up from the swing and sniffed and leaned against the rail and stared into the evening light. It wasn't fair. She heard Jesse's voice echoing in her head, he would never find out. It was too big a secret to ever keep from a lover, though. Wasn't it? He stood up behind her, his voice quiet. "Do you want me to leave, Arwen?"

Did she want him to leave? No. Therein lay the problem. She was terrified once she let him stay, she would never want him to leave. Their entire relationship would be built on a foundation of a single lie, and it would eat at her. "Arwen?"

She shook her head. "No. I don't want you to go." She wiped her cheeks with her hands and closed her eyes when he stood behind her, resting his hands upon her shoulders. "I want you to stay but there's so much you don't know and there are things I can never tell you. Things I've done," her voice trailed off.

"How about we play a game of pretend?"

She looked over her shoulder and saw the gentle smile on his face.

"That's weird."

"As weird as me wanting to take you upstairs, tie you to the bed, use the little handheld whip I saw in the photo you sent me to strike red marks all over your body and then lick them all better?" "Okay, maybe not so weird," she giggled at his words.

He tilted her chin with his fingers, "let's pretend, the secret, the one thing you think I don't know about is one I do know about and I'm okay with. Would this make it easier for you?"

She made a face, "I didn't say I was hiding a specific secret. I said there are things I can't tell you." f**k he was so on the money it was dangerous.

"Arwen, I know you believe I'm nothing more than a gangster, but I promise you, I am a very smart man. I run casinos and resorts all over the world and the reason I am great at what I do, other than my brilliance with numbers," he was brashly proud, "is I can read people very well. You," he stroked her jaw with his thumb, "have something you feel you need to hide from me. I am okay with you having your secret and whatever it is, I don't care about it."

"But what if you did," she pushed the fear down.

"But what if I didn't?" he countered not letting her back away from his suggestions. He made face and scrunched his eyes really tight, "there, I've come up with what I think could potentially be the secret you are keeping from me. I'm good with it. Now, all you need to do is pretend I know and am content to just move forward with what we are."

"What are we?" she asked quietly.

"A new beginning for both of us?" he asked seriously. "We start right now, and we are two people embarking on a new relationship. All you have to do is agree."

"What about the stupid rule?"

"Let's amend the rule to say we will not disrespect each other and rather than argue in public, if we have something to say, we take it home with us."

She nodded, a flurry of emotions swirling around her chest. "I like the wording of this rule better."

"Good. Then, I would very much like to kiss my girl now," he pulled her close. "May I?"

She nodded with a shy smile, her arms weaving up under his arms and around his neck, stepping closer to him. His mouth touched her softly, questioningly and as his lips brushed hers, she felt the restraint in him. Arwen wanted him to lose control, to demand from her and to take from her and he was softly, silkily kissing her with kid gloves. His tongue swept along hers and he was tasting her and mingling his breath with hers but for a man who dominated and demanded, his kiss was surprisingly restrained.

She pulled backwards, "what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're holding back."

"This is new, Arwen. I don't want to hurt you."

"I need you to. If you're not all in, then don't be here."

"Arwen, I am a dark man. Far darker than anyone you have probably been with before. I do not want to scare you out of the gate."

"Do you think you're the only one with a dark twisted mind?" she stared up at him. "Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I can't take it. I need the pain, Addy. I crave it. It's like a drug for me. The harder, the rougher, the angrier, the more intense my o****m is. Please, don't hold back because you are scared."

Her words appeared to nick a hole in the walls of his armor. He looked around the house, "we'll need to go somewhere else."

"Why?"

"Because you'll scream."

"My room is soundproofed." "What?"

Now she had his attention and she grinned mischievously. "Addy, you could have me tied to the bed and be flogging me hard and I could be screaming at the top of my lungs while you f****d me raw and even if someone stood right outside my bedroom door, nobody would hear."

His demeanor instantly changed, and he straightened his spine and looked down at her, "up the stairs now."

"Yes sir," she giggled and ran through the house with him hot on her heels.

She was breathless as she jumped onto her bed and the crash of her bedroom door slamming and locking made her look over her shoulder at the man behind her. He was dark and formidable and as she considered his countenance, he was clearly considering every wicked thing he wanted to do to her. She watched as he ripped his t-shirt over his head tossing it aside. Her eyes roved his chest, tattoos marring his skin and she noted the raised marks under them.

She paused as she examined him. His torso was covered in tattoos, but they were covering scars running over his body. Her breath caught as she realized the brutality of his life and understanding much of what was hidden under the ink was likely from his childhood.

Her eyes flicked back to his face, and she saw he was waiting for her to judge him.

She smiled coyly, "I want to kiss every single line of those tattoos. Maybe you'll let me?"

"I might get one on my c**k if that's your goal."

She knew her eyes had gotten wide at his comment, "I think that would hurt."

"You're not the only one who gets off on a little pain, mia cara." He kneeled on the bed. "f**k you are beautiful." He stared at her longingly.

She ran her hands along his chest and sighed contentedly, "you are so f*****g strong. If someone asked me to draw the picture of a perfect body," she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over his n****e, "I think this," she stroked his abdomen, "would be what I would draw. My body is weeping with excitement."

"Define weeping," he said hotly as he dug his fingers into her hair while her tongue twirled over his chest.

"If I had panties on, they'd be wet."

"Oh f**k," he groaned at her words, "I'd been trying so hard downstairs to forget I had dressed you in nothing but this nightgown but now I need to see." He reached for his laptop he'd had sitting in her bed and tossed it to the nightstand, closing it with a decisive click. "Work is done. It's time to play."

She shivered at his words. "Wait, I want to show you something." She jumped off the bed suddenly. "Come with me."

She led him to her walk-in closet. She turned to face him. "Nobody's ever been in here before."

"Why the soundproofed room then?" his bare feet tapped on the cool floor of the closet.

She bit her bottom lip, "when Deidre was younger, I cried a lot. I was hurting from losing my family and being a guardian suddenly. She heard it all the time. When we were renovating this place, I needed a place I could come to and scream my head off if I needed to and not have it affect her. In here, I could cry, scream, bellow and rage against the world and she would never hear." She grinned at him suddenly, "now it serves another purpose." She made big eyes and opened a secret panel on the wall. "What is this?"

"My treasure trove. Like the little mermaid but way cooler."

He chuckled at her words and then his eyes widened when with a push of a button behind the panel a series of drawers slid out. "Arwen," his voice was hoarse as he looked at the collection she had.

"I'm the only one who has played with this stuff. I would find things I wanted to try and would put them here for the right person."

He picked up a paddle in his hand and then looked at her wickedly, "aw, babe, the handle fits perfect in my hand."

She shivered at his words. "Do you think you could use these with it?" she pulled a mess of leather out of the bottom drawer.

"Cara," his voice was dark and promising as he took the offered object from her. "I will do this and so much more."

"How do you want me?" she was breathless with anticipation as she hopped from one foot to the other.

"Get rid of Lilo and Stitch," he pointed to her dress. "While I appreciate the family sentiment, I don't know if I can spank you with Lilo watching."

As she tore the cotton over her head and tossed it aside, he let his gaze travel down her body. His eyes paused at the moisture on her legs. "Are you really so wet?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "My bed has a mattress protector for when things get really wet." She met his surprised glance, "I can make myself squirt, so..." her voice trailed off in a breathy whisper.

She giggled when he reached out roughly and flung her over his shoulder, striding back to the bed and tossing her into the middle of it.

He used the set of ties from her loose fingers and stared at her. "I cannot wait to destroy you."

"What are you waiting for, Addy?"

"No baby. In here, it's Adrianu. Only Adrianu. Never Addy. Addy is your friend and your ally. Adrianu is your master, and you are my mistress." "Yes Adrianu," she whispered quietly.

"I love the sound of my name on your lips," he said studying her mouth hard. He moved across the room from her and lifted a duffle bag up. "Where did that come from?"

"I took a shower after working out with Deidre," he explained. "I always have a clean bag of clothes in the car." He reached into the bag and pulled out a strip of condoms. "I didn't think I'd need these. I've never been so glad to be wrong." "Me too." She looked at the strip. "There's seven there. Are you staying a week?"

He chuckled at her and ignored her question. "If there is anything, Arwen, even a single strike, you are not in agreement with, you must tell me." He stared at her hard. "It is not negotiable."

She took a breath, "I promise, I'll tell you if it isn't what I want."

"Good girl," he motioned to the bed. "First, for the last several weeks all I've been thinking of, is my thumbs in those dimples while I f**k your mouth."

"Oh s**t," she huffed a breath at his words. Her eyes watched as reached his fingers down and undid the button of his fly. "I see I'm not the only one who doesn't like underwear," she giggled.

"On your back, Arwen." She started to lay with her head at the top of the bed, but he shook his head. He motioned for her to hang her head off the edge of the bed. He grabbed a stack of pillows and propped her head up. "Your bed is a good height." She was laying with her head half over the bed and while upside she watched him kick his jeans away. Arwen bit a sob. Some women liked pecs and abdominal muscles or a firm a*s. Arwen was a leg girl. The stronger a man's legs, the more muscle tone and thickness to them, the more she loved it. Adrianu Cavallaro's legs were akin to racehorses. Strong, lean, and well-defined. She reached out and gripped his thigh aware her hand barely covered a quarter of the circumference. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she stroked her hand along the inside of this thigh.

"Open."

Her mouth immediately fell open at his command and she was surprised when he shoved back hard and fast into her throat. There was no easing into what he was doing to her. She gagged hard at the intrusion, but he ignored her gagging and pulled out only to shove back in. She wretched at his actions but she gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she begged him to not stop.

He had said he was going to f**k her mouth and he hadn't lied. He had one hand under her neck, holding her head steady as he rhythmically slid in and out her mouth. His oversized hand wrapped so his thumb held her cheek in place. In this position, he could slide deeper into her throat and his other hand was playing with her breasts. Nothing gentle about his touch, he squeezed and pinched as he continued living out his fantasy of being in her mouth.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she continued to gag and the salty taste of his precum coated her tongue and uvula. She let her tongue slide along him, and she got used to the girth of him in her mouth. She felt her jaw pulling and she sucked deep. His loud groan fueled her efforts as she adjusted and began taking him even deeper into her gullet, the guttural noise of her sucking him off noisy and dirty. She pulled his thighs even closer to her.

"Oh baby, you want it rougher?" he bunched her hair in his fist and began f*****g her mouth hard, his other hand occasionally slapping the side of her breast just enough to remind her he was touching other parts of her body.

Her breath was being cut off with his thrusts and she let go of one of his legs and reached out to touch herself, but he grabbed her arm.

"Mine to touch, mine," he growled at her. "You don't c*m yet, cara."

He pushed himself deep into her throat and held himself there for several seconds and she knew he was cutting off her breath purposefully. He let her gasp for air, pulling completely out of her and she clutched at his legs as if begging for him to do it again. Pinpricks of black dots coated her eyes as she kept her mouth open like a baby bird, begging him to fill it. The lack of breath was sending blood to her nether regions, and she could feel her clit engorging with the way he played with her. He must have decided she'd gotten enough air because he was back in her mouth, deep into her throat and he was holding her by the hair.

She could smell him. He had used her soap in the shower and his balls dragged over her nose while he mouth-f****d her, she inhaled deeply breathing him in. He was masculine, heady and she hung onto his legs as she felt her oxygen being taken away. Her hands fell away as blackness almost took her and then he slapped her cheek and she blinked up at him. His eyes were as dark as coal, burning into her as he watched the color come back to her face. "Get up." he ordered quietly.

She was disappointed at his instruction. She hadn't even passed out! She reached for his legs instead and he grabbed her hand and delivered a smack to the back of it.

"I said get up."

She rolled off the pillows and faced him wondering what was next. She kneeled in front of him, and he pulled her towards him, shoving his tongue into her mouth and kissing her mouth hard. This, this was the kiss she'd been wanting from him. The abandonment as his fingers dove into her hair, his mouth demanding and his teeth smashing against hers. Her breasts crushed against his chest as he sucked her tongue, their saliva coating their lips. He was stealing her breath with his kiss, and she realized he attempting to make her pass out with kissing her. She leaned into him, her mouth taking the violent kiss as if it were a gift from the heavens. Her arms wrapped around his waist holding him closer to her as she returned his kiss with fervour.

She was breathless and his hand gripped her throat, squeezing tightly as he kept kissing her, his tongue dipping deep into her mouth, his teeth nipping at her. She squeezed him around his middle, not letting her hands do what they were instinctively drawn to do. She wouldn't let them reach to his at her throat. She gripped her hands together behind him but felt her strength weakening as the darkness started to claim her. Then again, just as she started to succumb to the darkness, he released her and slapped her cheek. "Arwen," he gasped as he took heaving breaths, "you're going to be the f*****g death of me, mi amore."

"More," she begged leaning into him.

He reached his hand up and with a smile pushed her sideways onto the bed. "Of course, more." He reached for a condom, "but first, I need inside you."

"Okay," who was she to argue.

He noted the restraints she had brought into the bed, and he grinned. "Gymnast?"

She nodded, her eyes bright and glimmering with excitement. "I could have been a contortionist."

He motioned for her to lay on her back and at her surprised look, shrugged "I want to watch your face when I let you cum." He stroked a finger down her cheek, "I've been thinking of it since the night in the bar. The way your cheeks flush, your eyes go glassy, and your mouth falls open. Tonight though, unlike in the bar, I want to hear you. Scream for me baby."

He held the restraints in his hand motioning for her to move. She held up her right wrist and he hooked it to her ankle before doing her left side.

Arwen knew she was on full display, her body pulled upwards and apart as her hands and wrists were bound together. She felt vulnerable and open as he ran a possessive hand over her shoulder, trailing it down her collarbone then to her chest. He danced his fingers over her belly and watched as she sucked it in against the ticklish reaction and she knew he was storing information away. His thumb dipped lower to her pubic area and ran over her soaking entrance.

"Oh baby, you are so wet for me." He smoothed her juices up her thighs. He unrolled his condom and slid it along his thick manhood. He stared down at her. "Do not c*m, Arwen. You do not get to c*m without me. Understood?"

"Yes Adrianu," she spoke clearly.

"Comfortable?" he tugged on the restraints.

"Not in the least," she grinned saucily and jumped when he slapped her thigh.

"What do you want, amore?"

"You," she admitted, her eyes glistening suddenly as she realized she was speaking the truth. She wanted him so bad it hurt.

"What's my name, cara?"

"Adrianu," her breath caught at the smile he bestowed on her at her words. The juxtaposition of his gentle gaze and his crooked twisted grin messing with her mind.

"Who owns you, Arwen."

"You do, Adrianu. Just you." She whimpered with need as his teased her entrance with his hard rod.

"Mine," he held her gaze, "mine to protect, mine to serve, mine to love. Mine."

His words made her throat close off. She wanted to beg him to take her and keep her forever, but words failed as he pushed past her weeping folds. Arwen decided if she died here and now, it would be the way to go as he filled her up. There was nothing gentle about Adrianu Cavallaro. He was rough and when he yanked the restraints slipping her arms over his shoulders, putting them in a weird tantric embrace, she screamed from the change in position and how deep it put him inside her. "Are you okay?" he checked in.

"Don't you f*****g stop!" she screamed at him. His laugh was all the answer she heard as he gave her all of him.

He was a brute, she decided as he rode her hard. "I'm going to c*m," she whispered as she struggled to keep herself in line. Everything felt too good. His movements. His hands. His lips touching every part of her skin they could reach. The way his palm connected with her a*s more than once. Her feet and hands were at his shoulders as he delivered thrust after thrust of ecstasy.

"Not yet, baby. I'm not there yet." He grunted as she clenched around him. He yanked her hair hard pulling her head back and glared at her, "do not c*m yet."

"Adrianu, please?" she begged as her body quivered around his thick member. He was filling her swollen walls to the brim and her body was desperate for release. "I need you," she sobbed into his neck.

"f**k!" he yelled as he collapsed on top of her, his body pistoning and then he grunted in her ear, "now Arwen, now."

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she let herself go, her o****m swirling around her, pulling her down into the abyss of darkness before thrusting her forward and upward into the light. She squeezed him tight inside her, milking him with precision. They lay panting in the strange contraption, Adrianu caught up in the bindings as he tried to extricate them both from the leather. His laugh made her smile.

"Are we stuck?"

"Maybe, but if this is how I'm going to be stuck, I'm strangely good with it." He laughed and kissed her mouth. He cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. "You are so beautiful."

"My a*s is getting a cramp." She laughed as he frowned at her. Ignoring her complaints, he kissed her again and then she gasped when he left leg was suddenly unhooked from her wrist.

"Undo your other side. I'll get rid of this condom and then we can move onto round two."

She couldn't stop smiling as he walked off to the bathroom. She undid her right side and shook her arms and legs out on the bed. He came out of the bathroom with a cloth, cleaning himself off and watching her as she stretched.

"I was expecting far more brutality," she admitted to him and was rewarded with a c****d eyebrow.

"For foreplay?" he asked her seriously.

Her mouth dropped open. "Foreplay?"

"Yes, this," he waved at the bed, "was foreplay. Get up and use the bathroom now. You won't have time again now for a few hours. I had to get the initial o****m out of the way. Now, Arwen," his face changed from playful to hard, "it's time to get serious."