God Of Vengeance (Kings Of Mafia)

Slowly, the trembling eases in Gabriella’s body.From NôvelDrama.Org.

My mother’s had so many panic attacks I’ve lost count over the years. In the beginning, they were bad, to the point where she’d pass out. But not once has my mother fought me while she had an attack.

I had to restrain Gabriella before I was able to calm her down.

Even during a panic attack, she still fights.

I press another kiss to the top of her head.

A nightmare about me giving my permission for Stefano to marry her had her hiding in a fucking closet.

“What did Stefano do to you?” I ask my tone too rough from the anger skirting around the edges of my mind.

Not wanting her to misunderstand and think I’m talking about the nightmare, I add, “Before I brought you to New York.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Anger pours into my chest, and I clench my jaw as I snap, “Tell me!”

Gabriella jerks in my hold, and when she climbs off my lap, I don’t stop her.

“He just hit me a few times.” She pauses for annoyingly long seconds before adding, “My hair used to be really long. And black. He would grab my hair and call me his black beauty, so I cut it all off and changed the color.”

My defiant little spitfire.

Wanting to know everything about her past, I ask, “And your parents?”

She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around her shins, looking fucking small next to me.

It’s impossible for me to just watch, and I reach for her, pulling her back onto my lap.

When I have her straddling me again, I take hold of her chin and lock eyes with her. “Tell me everything.”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, then she lets out a shaky breath. She again tries to avoid the topic when she says, “There’s too much to tell. I’ll keep you up all night.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I warn her.

Her features tighten, then she finally murmurs, “They hit me a lot, and I was locked in my bedroom for days at a time without food.”

My anger multiplies with every word from her, and knowing it’s not the worst she’s had to endure has my muscles tightening.

“A month before the marriage with Stefano was arranged, my father tried to kill me.”

My tone is filled with rage as I demand, “How?”

“He beat me before throwing me over the balcony,” she replies. Then she lets out a weird-sounding chuckle. “Surprisingly, I didn’t break any bones.”

Christ.

“What else?” I growl.

When she folds her arms around her middle, I take hold of her wrists and pull them open again. My fingers wrap around her slender ones, and I have to focus to keep my touch gentle.

“They hurt me every day. I don’t want to go through the whole list,” she mutters, her tone tense.

When I just stare at her, she lets out a sigh, then says. “Once, Santo beat me so badly, he dislocated my jaw. My father has broken my ribs countless times. I was starved and mostly stayed in my bedroom. The only attention I got from my family was violent.” I feel a burst of energy from her right before she yanks her hands free from mine and climbs off my lap. “I don’t want to talk about this!”

When she walks toward the doorway, I snap, “Stop!”

I get up from the sofa and close the distance between us. Taking hold of Gabriella’s arm, I turn her around so she’s facing me.

Her eyes lock with mine, her expression completely blank.

“Don’t ever walk away while we’re talking,” I mutter the order.

Gabriella just nods.

More anger pours into my chest. “And don’t wear that fucking mask in front of me.”

Confusion flutters over her face. “What mask?”

“The one where nothing can touch you.” I lean a little down, my eyes burning into hers. “Don’t hide your vulnerable side from me.”

Her eyes narrow as she says, “Showing any kind of vulnerability is being weak.”

I shake my head. “Not when it’s just the two of us. Around other people, you can be a little spitfire, but with me, you’ll be raw and honest. I need to know what kind of trauma you suffered so I know how to deal with it.”

Worry darkens her eyes. “You won’t think less of me?”

“No.” I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck. “You’re my fiancée, and I need to get to know every part of you, Gabriella.”

The defiance in her eyes lessens a bit.

With the light from the walk-in closet and the bedroom, I’m able to see every inch of Gabriella, her pajamas barely covering her body. Her nipples strain against the satin fabric, and the shorts … fuck her shorts.

Desire bleeds through my veins, and it makes me grab hold of her hips. I lift her from her feet, and as my mouth takes hers prisoner, I stalk to her bed, where I slam her down onto the rumbled covers.

A shocked breath explodes from her, and I drink it like the sweet nectar it is.

When my body covers hers, Gabriella’s hands press against my shoulders. I grab her wrists and pin her arms down on either side of her head, and she has no choice but to spread her legs so she can accommodate my hips.

I fucking feast on her mouth, my mind quickly clouding with a hunger I’ve never felt before. It’s fucking insatiable and dangerous.

Dangerous because this woman already has a hold on me I can’t shake. She’s beneath my skin and crawling into my chest where my heart is supposed to be.

My tongue lashes against hers, memorizing her mouth and her sweet, sweet fucking taste.

My hands move down her arms and over her sides. When my palms find her ass, I rub my aching cock against the scorching heat coming from her pussy.

We both groan, and I almost lose my fucking mind.

The kiss turns wild, and with zero control, I start to thrust against her pussy, my hard-on rubbing her clit through the fabric.

“Dio,” she moans into my mouth. She brings her hands to my jaw, and then my little spitfire starts to kiss me back with so much passion stars explode behind my eyelids.

My hips continue to move, and I rub her pussy raw, my cock fucking desperate for every bit of friction I can get.

When Gabriella lifts her hips, and she begins to meet my thrusts, gasps spill from her lips. “Dio…Dio…Dio.”

Her body strains against mine, and I break the kiss to watch her face as she comes apart beneath me.

She looks fucking angelic, her swollen lips parted, and her eyes clouded with pleasure.

There’s no stopping me as I move down her body. Grabbing her shorts, I rip them down her legs.

“Take off your top,” I order, my tone way too fucking harsh with impatience.

My eyes burn over every inch of her skin as she carries out the order, and when my fiancée lies naked on the white covers, something shifts in my chest.

She’s fucking perfect.

I shove my sweatpants down, and Gabriella’s eyes widen when they land on my cock.

She’s a virgin.

The words drift somewhere in the back of my mind as I crawl back over her sweet little body that’s trembling from the pleasure she’s just experienced.

Was it her first orgasm, or has she made herself come before?

The thought is fleeting as I press a kiss to the valley between her breasts before my mouth finds her nipple. I suck it into my mouth while my hands feast on her soft as fuck skin.

My touch grows rougher as my palms burn a path from her sides to her breasts.

I kiss my way up her throat before taking her mouth again.

Gabriella wraps her arms around my neck, and when I feel her fingers twisting in my hair, my body shudders with satisfaction.

My hands move down, and I position my oversensitive cock at her soaked entrance.

Fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve had sex. I’m not going to last long.

I free her mouth and lock eyes with her.

As I stare down at Gabriella, her hands slip over my shoulders and down my chest before moving back up to settle on the sides of my neck.

I should be gentler. I should ask if she’s ready.

There’s a lot I should do, but I have zero self-restraint.

My hips move, and I’m met with absolute resistance by her virgin pussy.

I brace a forearm beside her head, and my free hand grips her hip tightly. I thrust again, managing to force myself a couple of inches into her wet heat.

Christ, she’s too fucking tight.

Gabriella’s back arches, and her muscles tighten, pain rippling over her beautiful face.

I feel her breasts against my chest as I thrust deeper, and this time, she clenches her jaw to keep from making a sound.

Not wanting to torture her, I brace her leg over my ass to open her wider. When I slam into her, she pulls her arms away from me to cover her mouth as a cry is torn from her.

Fuck.

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

Being fully sheathed by her way-too-tight pussy feels fucking incredible.

Letting go of her thigh, I bring my arm up and pull her hands away from her face.

“Breathe,” I grind the word out.

She gasps, and when tears spiral from her eyes, she tries to wipe them away, but I take hold of her wrists and pin them on either side of her head.

I kiss a tear away from her temple, and not able to keep still for much longer, I push an arm beneath her and hold her to me.

“Mine,” I growl right before I start to move.

The pleasure of being inside her becomes an inferno that engulfs my entire being. I feel like a possessed man as I hammer into her, and I can’t control the pace at all.

Fuck.

I hear the sounds of our bodies colliding as mine claims hers.

I hear her gasps and pain-filled whimpers, and I seal my mouth to hers because each one belongs to me.