Sold to Moretti Mafia

Julian

The last twelve hours have been a whirlwind. When I brought her here, I hoped she would eventually come to me willingly, but I didn’t expect it to happen this soon. Once again, she proved me wrong. She not only came to me sooner than I thought possible but gave herself to me completely.

As I replay the memory of her slim body beneath mine, the heat of her cunt as she pulsed around my cock, I try to figure out what her motive is. Is she trying to get me to fall in love with her? She claims to love me, but do I love her? Am I even capable of that emotion? Sure, maybe, but doing so would be foolish. I can’t love her, but I’m okay with her loving me. It plays into my plan perfectly. I just have to keep myself in line. As soon as Elena finds out my plan, she will never look at me the same. There is no way she will love me after I am done with her father.

Which makes me think about how she hasn’t asked me again about me wanting to kill her father. Did she not take me seriously?

Elena stirs beside me, her body was glued to mine all night, seeking out my warmth, my protection. I won’t deny that I love having her beside me, beneath me, and being inside of her.

“Good Morning,” I whisper, brushing silky strands of hair off her face.

“Hi,” she murmurs, her eyes blinking open.

A knock sounds against the door, interrupting our private moment. That must be breakfast. Climbing off the bed, I run into the closet and tug a pair of boxers on, and then hurry to the door. Marie gives me a wide-eyed look, her eyes sweeping over my mostly naked form before dropping to the floor.

“Here is your breakfast, sir,” she murmurs.

I take the tray from her and close the door without another word. She’s probably never seen a man naked, or half-naked for that matter.

Bringing the tray to the bed, I survey Elena, who is sprawled out against the sheets, her beautiful breasts on display, the nipples stiff and pink, begging to be in my mouth.

“I can’t believe you answered the door like that,” Elena whispers.

She sits up in the bed, tugging the sheet over her chest, covering her voluptuous breasts. Directing my attention back to her heart-shaped face, I set the tray down on the mattress.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s not any different than wearing shorts.” I shrug, wondering if that might’ve made her jealous. She is just as territorial as me, it seems.

Flipping over the cups, I pour two cups of coffee.

“You didn’t tie me back up,” she points out.

“Did you want me to?”

“No, I just… does that mean I’m allowed to feed myself again?”

“If you want to. Although, I believe you enjoyed me feeding you as much as I enjoyed it myself.”

“Maybe…” Elena reaches for her cup, pouring in a little sugar and cream before stirring it together. It’s strange that even the small things she does fascinate me. Absentmindedly, I reach out, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. Looking up at me over the rim of her cup, her eyes gleam, and her skin seems to have a new glow to it. She sips on her coffee, the green of her eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen.

“You know I meant what I said before. I want to kill your father.”

“Many have tried…” She shrugs. “I guess I’ve heard it too many times to get worried.”

“You don’t think I’ll succeed?” I raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Not him or you. Why do you want him dead? What happened between you?”

“That’s a long and gruesome story and certainly not breakfast worthy.”

Elena sighs like she is about to keep asking questions, but then just nods. I pull the top off one of the plates and find an everything omelet with an English muffin. I load up her plate first then, mine.

She starts cutting her entire omelet into little squares and puts her knife down. Only then does she start eating, using nothing but her fork. It’s odd how these little things, her little quirks fascinate me. I take them in, all of them and file them away, building a database on everything Elena in my head.

“You were gentle last night, during… sex, and now you’re looking at me like… well, like you’ve never looked at me before. Are you sure you aren’t growing a heart in that frigid body of yours?”

I chuckle. “There is a heart inside me, but it only comes into play when I need it. Now, eat your food, unless you’d rather have something else for breakfast?” I tease her, dragging my eyes down her sheet-covered body.

Even though the deed is done, and I’ve had my tongue, cock, and fingers inside her, her cheeks still turn crimson at my insinuation.

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, looking a little self-conscious. “It might be a little soon. I’m still pretty sore.”

There is a pang of guilt that comes out of nowhere and punches me in the chest. I was gentle with her, but I could’ve done better. There was no need to rut into her like a wild animal, but as soon as I felt her silky, wet channel strangling my cock, I lost control. I’d never gone bareback before, and I’d never fucked a virgin. Both were firsts for me, and by the time I was all the way in, I became possessed with a need to feel her convulsing around me.

“As expected. I’m just teasing you, I don’t expect you to be ready again until our wedding night.”

I take the top off the other dish, and we nibble on both plates of food, and the dish of fresh fruit. Elena watches me curiously out of the corner of her eye, those emerald orbs moving over my skin, memorizing all hard dips and planes, I’m sure.

“Are you finished?” I ask once I’m full myself.

“Yes. I feel like since I came here, I’ve gained ten pounds.”

I don’t tell her that she’s probably correct. That she looked rail-thin the day she arrived. The last thing I want to do is offend her about her weight, especially when I like her body just the way it is right now. I have plans for today, and I don’t want them to be overshadowed by anything else.

“The other night, when you had your nightmare and told me about your mom, it made me think of something.” I set my cup down on the tray. “I know what it’s like to lose a parent, and I know you wished that your mom could be here for the wedding, and since she can’t be, I wanted to at least give you something else.”

The way she looks at me makes me want to pull that sheet away and fuck her through the mattress. As tempting as it is, doing so would ruin what I have planned, so I swallow down the urge. There’s always tomorrow, and the next day, and well, you get the point.

“What is it?” she asks, mystified.