The Mafia King's Bride

~Here is a teaser chapter. This content is 18+ It is an erotica and there will be vivid descriptions of sex scenes~

AYNA

“I think you have something to confess,” Dante, my new boss, says walking into my bedroom.

The buttons of his shirt are open, exposing his finely muscled chest.

I could make out small details of a tattooed dragon. He's so close to me that I can smell his cologne.

I shake my head, my skin is coated with beads of sweat and I am guilty of a very heinous crime.

He lifts my pillow and underneath it is the pink material of my pantie. I try to reach it but he grabs it first.

The atmosphere changes immediately as he realizes I'm wearing nothing under my skirt.

He lifts my skirt and two of his fingers plunge into my pussy. I bite back a moan as he rolls his finger inside me, stroking my pussy walls.

He pulls his fingers out and they're heavily coated with my pussy juices.

“What have you been up to?” he asks

How do I tell him that I was finger fucking myself to the thought of him and moaning his name while I was at it?

“Nothing, boss.” I lie

He flips me around and presses me against the bed.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask as he pulls my skirt to expose my naked behind.

I feel his hand between my thighs and I try to stand but he presses me firmly on the bed.

He strokes my clit gently and I feel a spasm of pleasure through my body. I don't try to fight him, instead I close my eyes and allow myself to feel the sensation spiking through my senses.

“uhhh,” the moan slips from my mouth and echoes throughout the room.

“That's it,” he whispers, his voice coated with want and desire .

I feel my pussy pulsing and watering, I feel the slimy juices trailing down my thighs.

He flips me around again so that I am laying on my back, and he pulls my tank top off.

I'm naked and exposed to him but his eyes drink me like I'm a fine bottle of wine and all my insecurities are no longer existent.

He takes my nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue over the sweet and sensitive bud.

I cry out as hot ecstasy sears itself into my senses.

He releases my clit and pushes his fingers into my wet entrance. Gently, but firmly, he starts pumping.

“Oh my god, Dante,” I cry and all of a sudden, he pulls his hand away and I feel a sharp, sudden loss.

I open my eyes and a million questions are swarming in my head, I feel hot and hungry.

“Why did you stop?” I dare to ask him

I can see his huge member pushing against his pants, he wants this as much as I do.

“Next time you want to moan my name, at least have some self respect and do it quietly.”

With that, he leaves.

THE BEGINNING (Chapter One)

I stand in the door of the hospital room, scared to enter because the frail and pale woman laying on the bed does not look like the vibrant mother that raised me with love.

I walk in and I notice that my legs are shaking, I try to be strong but one look at her face and I feel my heart squeezing in my chest.

“Mum?” Her eyes are sinking into their sockets and her mandibles are too pronounced, she looks like a skeleton.

My sobs hangs in my throat and I turn to the window.

I hear the door opening and I turn to find the doctor walking into the room, his eyes are on the heart monitor.

“It's getting worse, Doctor. You said she would get better but she looks like she's dy…” I can't complete the statement, I'm too weak to accept the truth.

“I assured you that the surgery would alleviate her pain but I didn't tell you it will be ultimately successful.”

“That is not what you told me, you said she was going to get better.”

The doctor frowned

“I said it was a gamble. We are all lucky she came out alive.”

I understand the meaning behind his words and I can hold back the tears no longer.

“You haven't completed the bill yet.” I hear the doctor say and I'm short of words.

“I'm working towards it. I work three jobs and every cent I earn goes to this hospital.”

“I understand, but we will have no other option than to vacate her out of the intensive care unit if the bill isn't completed by Friday.”

“Friday? But Friday is in two days, how do you expect me to provide eighty thousand dollars two days?”

He looks from me to my mother.

“I'm sorry but my hands are tied.”

“Give me more time, Doctor, please.”

“Time is what I don't have.”

My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me from the present moment.

Vincent, my boss has been calling me for minutes now because I'm late, my shift started almost an hour ago.

Last week, he threatened to fire me if I show up late for work and I feel like this would be the last straw.

I can't lose my job, not now.

“Hello,” I say picking the call

“Where the hell are you, how do you expect me to hold the bar and entertain the customers?!” I can hear the anger in his voice.

“I'm on my way.”

“I've had enough with this,” He yells but I end the call before he can finish the statement.

My heart is hammering in my chest as I stare at the phone in my hand.

“I have to go,” I say running out of the room, I don't even have the time to say goodbye to my mum, even when this may be the last time I see her breathing.