Page 44 of Mafia And Taken

A few minutes later, I moved positions and then froze as I felt his erection.

I held my breath before slightly shifting again, trying to not make it obvious what I was afraid of. My thighs were still pressed up against his body and I lay rigidly, afraid that he would pull me closer to his erection and closer to his control. Because that’s what he wanted—to own me, to have me, and to control me.

I didn’t want to be dragged under by him and drawn into his possession; however, my body betrayed me, and I felt my nipples harden as he shifted and my breasts brushed against his muscled chest.

I felt myself being overwhelmed by him, and my heart was beating too fast.

As if sensing that, he stroked my hair, the tender touch from his hands making me feel safer and helping to calm me.

His body felt so strong curled around mine, and as I looked down at the defined muscles of his arms around me, I let myself yield to his embrace and felt my core heat.

Would it really be so bad to give into what he wanted? To give into something physical? Would that really be giving into his power?

While these thoughts ran through my mind, I felt myself relax into him, finally falling into a blissful sleep.

***

When I woke up in the morning, Alessio was still here. My heart sank—he would notice me getting ready for work and would forbid me from going now that I was his wife.

He was lying awake and watching me intently. “Do you have to do that?” I muttered.

“I’m just enjoying the sights.”

I groaned as I disentangled myself from his arms. “You know it’s creepy to watch other people sleep, right?”

“It isn’t if they’re your wife.”

I didn’t say anything else. I watched while Alessio got up out of bed. “Come on, let’s get up and I’ll make you breakfast before you go to work.”

He was still letting me go to work? That was something I wasn’t going to argue with him about, and I bounced out of bed and felt a renewed energy.

While I showered, he made ham, cheese, and mushroom omelets for breakfast and then we sat down to eat together.

“You’re a good cook,” I said once I was a quarter of the way through my omelet. “My father didn’t even know how to toast a slice of bread.”

“I had no choice but to learn how to cook for my siblings after my parents died. Your grandmother moved in with you after your mom passed away, so I guess your father never had the need to learn.”

I carried on eating and enjoyed my food. “I normally go for a run before breakfast, but I’ll skip it this morning since I’ve already eaten.”

“You like running?”

“Yes, it wakes me up and gives me a boost first thing in the morning.”

He looked at me in a way that made me think he might want to do other things to me every morning before breakfast, the unwelcome thought making me shiver.

“Look, I have to head over to the mansion now to deal with some business. Do you want me to drive you to work?”

“No thanks, I like to drive myself.”

“Fine. My soldiers will be following you and watching you. I’ll see you later.”

I stopped my jaw from dropping. It all seemed too easy. I wondered when he would put his foot down and stop me from working. Probably when he wanted children because I was sure he would then make me stay at home to look after them.

All Made Men were desperate for sons to carry on their violent bloodline.

But children meant that we would have to have sex, and that thought filled me with dread and apprehension.

CHAPTER 18