Ion
"I need to set some ground rules, Ion."
Mariana was somehow angry and in my face again. Her mood swings were giving me whiplash, but I guess I would have to get used to it considering the plans were already underway to make her my wife. If I was honest with myself, at least she didn’t make life boring.
"Last time I checked, this was my house with my rules. You don’t make the rules. You belong to me based on a contract. It is out of the goodness of my black heart that I take any of your requests into consideration," I answered, trying to maintain at least the look that I was in charge.
"I will be freer here than I was with Jonas. I know that my father gave me to you for a reason. There has to be some good quality underneath all of this." She waved her arm over my body as if I knew what she meant. She didn’t seem to have the right words on her tongue to describe me. "I want to be equal partners here. I understand that you are to be the leader of the clans, and I am fine with that, it’s what I’ve expected my entire life. But in this house, in this relationship, we must be even. If you want me to marry you, then you will do this," she demanded, making me award her with a slight smirk. I wasn't sure what she could or would threaten if I didn’t give her what she wanted, but the way her eyebrows went up when she was upset and how close she was to me in her anger, was a real turn on.
"And what exactly are you going to do?" I asked out of sheer curiosity.
She scoffed, looking offended that I didn’t know the answer. "Without my cooperation, you get nothing, Ion. You have to have me in order to take the throne, and I am sure there are plenty of leaders out there more than happy to have me instead. Not that I would take them up on their offers. But I could hide my daughter and kill myself. The claim would be gone, and Bianca would never have to know this world the way I have."
She was bluffing, she had no idea I could see this in her eyes, but she was. She would do no such thing; the woman thinks I can’t see the way she’s growing towards me. I can, and it’s about damn time that she is.
The pain was showing again, and I realized that I had been a bit of an ass, even if it was for the sake of control. Control I was promised but had gone to hell in a handbasket since her capture. My heartstrings were way too easily pulled by this woman. It was alright for me to be so attracted to her fire, but I didn’t know if I should let myself be lured in otherwise. This was supposed to be about power and benefiting from the arrangement my father and hers made for us so long ago. I was my father’s son, and I couldn’t let feelings get in the way of what was mine.
I needed to focus on the attraction and let anything else go if I would rule over her and over the clans like I needed to. I was going to prove to her that it was the right choice to stick with me and not with any other clan leader. They would never make the cut, not even the Russians.
I stood up and challenged her with my stature, getting close to her. She matched my fury with her own and didn’t back down. A strong woman apparently was what got me going, and I could feel myself growing inside my pants. I scooped my arm around her, pulling her against my body, though she fought me like always. I could tell the fight was out of anger and not for lack of wanting me. Even under all that hard exterior, she had gotten good at putting up since I’d rescued her, I could tell there were many feelings there for me. Attraction, lust, love, like, it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that it was something I could leverage. I would make her mine in no time.
“I will not lose you again,” I said softly and slowly, brushing her hair back with my hands so that I could see her whole face. She was avoiding eye contact with me, and in a way, I was grateful. I might have revealed too much about my own feelings had she looked too closely.
I felt a connection to this woman. She was going to be my wife. As always, my brain went back to holding her hand after she had found the injured cat. We had already connected so long ago, and I hated believing it, but it seemed to have more to do with the two of us rather than an arrangement made by our parents.
I crushed her body to mine, forcing her to surrender. I felt her body go limp at my touch, and my hand snaked up the back of her thigh, up under the shorts she was wearing to find the bare skin of her ass hanging out the back of her thong. I had to silently thank myself for all the clothes I had gotten her since she came to live with me because it made her that much more damn sexy.
I squeezed her ass cheek and received a surprised squeal in return. I kissed up the side of her neck and landed at her ear, licking the lobe before sucking it into my mouth. I nibbled at the soft and delicate skin that once held piercings which had grown smaller. Jonas must not have provided her with the niceties such as earrings.
My tongue circled that tiny hole, and my hand slid across the goosebumps that were rising on the back of her neck. She was like ice cream melting in my mouth and not at all vanilla.
I didn’t have long nails, but I used what I did have to scrape back down her thigh, sliding back out from under her shorts as I brought my hand around to the front. My fingers were going straight for her shorts, unclasping them and letting them drop to her ankles with the movements of only one hand. I could guarantee I was the only damn man she had been with who could do that while still caressing her glorious neck with my other hand.
Her neck swung loosely as I continued to massage her, bringing her closer to complete surrender to me. I didn’t think she could ever go back to seeing anyone else after this. I was going to give her an adventure outside of the bedroom that she had never had before. She was going to know what she had been missing being away from me all those years.
A sort of frenzy began as Mariana stepped out of her shorts, kicking them behind her. I was mildly aware that the door to my office was not fully closed as she began to unbutton my shirt and pull it off, running her hands over my abs. I normally wouldn’t care, but Mariana was mine in every sense of the word. I didn’t want any of my men seeing her in this state.
I let my pants fall to the floor as well before leaving her, only for a moment. Mariana turned to watch me with lust filling her eyes, as I shut the door and drew the blinds over the French doors. The way she looked at me just made my shaft grow, seeing how she liked the way I cared or myself.
I walked back up to her, a bit of a strut in my stride, and I pulled my boxers down, letting her bask in the glory of my long shaft, standing at attention just for her. I pulled her to me again, just the way she liked, letting her feel my member up against her thigh before I yanked her thong off. Her well-trimmed pussy was right there waiting for me to ravage her.
I leaned to the side, brushing her hair out of the way again. I loved the way her soft, white-blonde tendrils felt between my fingers, and I kissed lightly at her neck. She moaned as I teased her, my hand resting on the small of her back and making small, sensual circles there.
Then, I picked her up, wrapping her legs around me, licking her lips as I spun her around towards the wall. I pressed her back against the wall, helping to hold her up as I slid her body down onto me, giving her body what I knew it was begging for. Mine was begging for hers too. I grunted out a satisfied sigh as I worked my way deeper into her. Her tight flesh squeezed against me as it fought my movement deeper inside of her. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
I spread her wide as I hung onto her tightly. She bent down to place her lips on mine, giving me the most passionate kiss she had since she had come back to me. I bounced her body on mine as she leaned back in ecstasy, calling out my name. “Ion!” she cried out loud, only serving to make me go faster and harder.
Sweat began to drip form my brow at the effort as I fucked her hard, letting her know what I could give her as her husband once she said those two words. My name on her lips was the best thing I had heard in a long time, and I couldn’t help but slow my pace, torturing her just a little. I wanted her to prove that she wanted me and say my name again and again.
I felt her legs squeeze tighter around me as her body began to shiver. I pumped hard, knowing she was close. That’s when her flesh throbbed around my cock, forcing me to cum sooner than I wanted. My warmth filled her as she slumped over my shoulder in relief only I was able to give her.
Mariana
"Mommy. Mommy!" Bianca called out, tugging at my sleeve in excitement. I knew she had been missing out on a life worth living when she was holed up with me at Jonas’s place, but I didn't realize that Bianca would be so excited about the simple things. Ion had brought us to Central Park on a Saturday to do things as a family. It was an odd thing to hear coming out of his mouth considering he had been so insistent than my time there with him wasn't going to be much different form my time with Jonas.
I shouldn’t have thought that, knowing my father had trusted the Petran’s with his entire empire. Ion was a dominant man, and while I didn’t know if I was going to fall ahead over heels for him or anything, I saw some silver lining in our relationship. Okay, that’s a total and complete lie. I’m going to fall head over heels for him; there’s no way that I can’t at this point. Sure, Ion Petran isn’t perfect, no one on this green earth is. But, the way he is with Bianca, the way he’s growing on me, I’m screwed.
I followed my daughter over to where she was dragging me and saw an indoor-outdoor area that had been turned into a skating rink. There was a bit of a chill in the air but not enough for that to be happening naturally. All the wonders of New York City were a surprise to me as well. "Can we skate?" she asked, her little pouty lip trying to manipulate me. I wasn’t sure what my answer should be. It wasn’t like I had any control over my own money at the moment, though plenty had been left to me from Ion.
I was pleasantly surprised when I looked up at Ion for his answer. "Of course, you can, Puff," he told her with a smile. "I will go get some skates for you and your mother."
Ion looked up at me with a smile, probably noting the shock on my face. I figured something like this would be out of his realm of what was appropriate. After all, we were members of the mob, and he was a rich man, always having his servants and body guards following us around whatever we went. I knew for a fact they were hanging around us at this very moment even if I couldn’t spot them specifically. They were fantastic at blending in with the average Joe. If you were looking at us from afar, you would have no idea who we are – what we are, but I can guarantee you there are at least ten armed men and women surrounding us ready to take out every threat.
I watched as Ion went up to the booth to purchase the tickets and the ice skates, my boisterous four-year-old bouncing up and down next to me like it was her birthday. I could only imagine what her fifth would be like for her with all the resources at our disposal now. It was one of my reasons for not fighting his new ruling that I would not be dating anyone else. The other was I didn’t want to be with anyone besides him. I wanted Ion, and I was going to have him. I wouldn’t make it easy on him though. Ion had taken good care of Bianca since she came back to me, and I wanted only the best for her. It was a plus for me to be enjoying myself too, or at least what Ion was able to do to my body.
Ion came over with two pairs of skates and helped Bianca put hers on while I put mine on. When did he become so attentive to my little girl? Part of me was suspicious that it was in order to reel me in, but it seemed more genuine than that. He would basically be her father if the two of us got married. It’s about time that I started looking at things in a more positive light; Ion is not Jonas, it won’t be the same.