Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Bitch!” Sandro grunted as he grabbed a fistful of the blonde’s hair while she knelt before him, giving him a blowjob.

She moaned, a grin stretching across her thin lips as she withdrew from his intimate area. “You enjoy that?” she asked, licking her lower lip and smirking.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just get it over with,” Sandro rasped, guiding her mouth back to his erect member. He pushed himself entirely inside her mouth, causing her to gag.

The blonde, whose name he hadn’t bothered to ask for since she was only meant to be a fleeting satisfaction, trembled as he thrust into her warm mouth. Sandro paid no attention to her reactions; he continued relentlessly until he climaxed, releasing into her open mouth.

“That’s delicious,” she purred, licking her lips and swallowing the last remnants of his release.

Moving toward him, she reached for his loose pants, but he swatted her hand away. Sandro glared at her. “That’s enough for now.”

“You promised multiple climaxes. Was it all a lie to avoid seeming weak?” she taunted. “Feeling inadequate, are we?”

Sandro’s glare intensified, and he grasped her neck, applying a slight choke. “I give the orders here,” he grunted, “and you’ll find out later whether I’m weak or not. It’s too early for that judgment.”

She shrugged, wincing as he released his grip on her neck. Rising from her kneeling position, she stripped completely. “If you’re interested, you can join me in the bathtub,” she suggested with a wink, giving her backside a playful squeeze before sauntering into the bathroom.

“Puttana,” Sandro muttered once she was out of sight. He grabbed his vibrating phone from the nightstand, scowling at the screen.

“De Luca,” Sandro answered. He narrowed his eyes as he heard shuffling on the other end.

“Are you having sex with your wife while talking to me, Giuseppe?”

“N-No,” Giuseppe stammered, hastily zipping up his pants. He shook his head, glancing at his wife Carla, who was reaching for the leg of his brown slacks.

“Stop,” he whispered sharply, glaring at her.

“We only did it once,” Carla mumbled.

Sandro listened intently to the conversation on the other end and let out a frustrated sigh. “Where is she?”

“I couldn’t find her,” Giuseppe replied.

“Then find her, damn it!” Sandro’s voice exploded through the phone.

Giuseppe winced and quickly pulled the phone away from his ear before placing it back a moment later. “I’ll do that, Signore.”

Just as he was about to end the call, Sandro interrupted him. “And do something about your wife. I don’t want to hear her irritating nagging every time I’m on the phone with you!”

“Understood, Signore,” Giuseppe nodded, even though Sandro couldn’t see him.

After the call ended, he grimaced and turned to Carla. “What the hell? You almost cost me my job!”

“There are plenty of jobs out there for you. You have a degree, so I don’t understand why you’ve chosen to be a lackey for that so-called rich brat,” Carla retorted, rolling her eyes.

Giuseppe sighed and shook his head. His wife didn’t grasp the nature of his job. While he didn’t hide it from her, he believed she was too oblivious to comprehend. She seemed to think being involved with the mafia was a normal career without understanding the dangers that accompanied it. Furthermore, he hadn’t joined because he wanted to; it was the impressive pay and his belief that Sandro had his back, even if he didn’t openly display it.

“Am I getting some action, or are you planning to ignore me like last week?” Carla’s voice snapped him back to the present.

“I thought you forgot about last week.”

“How could I? Every time I see you, it reminds me of you ignoring me and rushing out of the room like you were on fire.”

“Fine,” Giuseppe replied.

He was well aware of her implication. Last week involved an urgent matter concerning Arabella as well. Blaze had called him to convey a message to Sandro, but he doubted Carla would understand the significance.

“I’m not interested in knowing about your business. Just make sure you provide good sex and keep the money coming in. I guess we’re good that way,” Carla declared, uncovering her body.

Giuseppe chuckled, torn between relief that Carla wasn’t curious about his activities and a sense of unease. Yet, he reasoned it was better for her to remain oblivious. Keeping her in the dark would spare him the anxiety of worrying about her stumbling into danger she didn’t understand.

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Sandro tossed the phone aside and took a deep breath, his brow furrowing as he pondered Arabella’s whereabouts. He couldn’t pinpoint her exact location. While his instincts hinted that she wasn’t far, at the same time, she seemed distant. The thought of her consumed his waking moments, frustratingly intruding even into his dreams.

The blonde emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing. She approached him, turning to display her alluring figure, and provocatively moved her hips. Sandro gritted his teeth as arousal surged within him. An intense desire took hold, compelling him to spring out of bed.

He seized her hand and pulled her towards him, silencing whatever words she might have had with a forceful kiss. His hand explored her backside, kneading it as he guided her to the bed. Shedding his own clothes, he didn’t hold back.

“Alessandro,” she purred, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Turn over,” Sandro rasped. “I want to take you hard and fast.”

Complying, she positioned herself on all fours, clutching the duvet as he playfully smacked her buttocks. A grin spread across her lips, and she bit down on her lower lip, reveling in the sensation.

She glanced back at him, but her regret was instant as Sandro seized her hair and thrust into her with urgency. Her body trembled as he entered her, his substantial length penetrating her deeply.

“W-Wait…” she gasped, her breath catching as he began to move.

Sandro’s guttural sounds filled the room as he thrust forcefully, lost in the intensity of the moment. Her pleasure was apparent as her body quivered, her inner muscles clenching with release. Yet, he wasn’t finished.

“Just a little longer,” he rasped, the air heavy with their desire.

She shook her head, gripping the duvet tighter as her knees weakened, threatening to give way. Her skin tingled, and a wave of heat coursed down her spine. Despite the discomfort caused by his length and roughness, she found herself enjoying his actions, reluctant for him to cease even as she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.

Sandro’s body responded as her vagina clenched around him, his teeth grinding together as he grasped her backside. As his climax approached, he swiftly withdrew from her, spilling his seed onto her skin. “That was amazing!” Blondie exclaimed, collapsing onto the bed beside him.