SPEED DATING WITH A MAFIA KING

BONUS CHAPTER I

6 Months later

Masha’s P.O.V

The car lights flashed through the living room as I put the finishing touches to the table.

My hands clasped together, then quickly undoing the apron to hold it in hand as I marched to the kitchen where I hung the apron then turned, switching off the lights. My hands brushed through my light tight dress that showed my curves to perfection, my nippl£s poking out as the material was thin.

My feet in their house slippers shuffled over, rushing to reach the door just as it opened.

The smile on my face, my whole body warming up and I could not help but giggle. Two days apart and it felt like months.

Azrail— my fiance, closed the door and locked it. He turned around with his face as cold as ever yet the bag he was carrying was dropped before he wrapped his arms just under my butt, lifting me up with me giggling. My hands wrapped around his neck for dear life, my eyes closed, face buried in the crook of his neck where I took a whiff of his scent and he smelt so good I felt my core stir. He turned with my legs in the air, giggling, my shoes slapping the ground.

“ I missed you so much.” I cried out, pulling a groan from him.

“ You don’t even know.” He said back, his voice deep and horse with exhaustion. I was sure he had been working like a bull as the days trickled away quickly. It was the twenty-third of December, and unfortunately for Azrail, the last day of work until the next coming year in just a few days.

I did not know if he would survive, I doubted it though. But, I was sure he had tried to get all the work done so he would be free for the holidays we would spend with my family then have a trip to Bali on the twenty-seventh.

His arms held tighter, nearly crushing me. My legs moved, wrapping around him, my dress stretching but luckily, it had slits on both sides or it would have ripped apart.

Azrail bent down to pick up his work bag, him moving with me in his arms. I knew that if he went upstairs with me, we would not come back down.

“ Dining room please.” I said, my head pulling from his neck to stare at him only to bite my lower lip. He looked so good I just wanted to do so many things to him but patience was a skill I was getting very good at.

“ You look exhausted.” I said out with him chuckling.

“ No, I am not,” He said back with me shaking my head.

“ I would beat your ass at poker, you can never lie to me.” I told him as he raised a brow.

“ Please do try Masha,” Azrail said back having me laugh out loud. When he said my name like that, it killed me.

“ Oohh, I will Mr Duran.” I coaxed, my head shifting to him, claiming his lips. I missed those damn lips, I missed being in his strong arms, my world complete with my whole body warm. I felt my s£x wet, having not worn anything underneath the dress and he just realized as he shifted his hands over my butt.

A groan pulled from him, knowing he was getting ready to lay me on that dinner table and do me dirty but not that night. As hard as it was, I pulled my lips back.

“ No baby, we can’t, we need to eat. I have prepared dinner for us.” I said out, my eyes closed because if I stared at him then all my defenses would crumble and I would be soon begging him to nail me to the table.

“ What if I want you for dinner?”

My mind just got zapped with current, my whole body electrified. He knew exactly what he did to me. My eyes did not dare open, my lips in a thin line, trying to just call on mighty powers to resist this devil that was derailing me from my plans. But I wanted him so bad.

“ Azrail.” It was more of a moan and I knew he was smirking as he stared at me. My body was his playground, controlling it any way he wanted.

I felt his hot breath on my neck, sending a shiver all over my body.

“ I am hungry for your cooking too, but be sure I will be having you for dessert.” He said out in his big daddy voice, leaving me slightly quaking in his grasp. His one arm shifted around my ass with the other hand letting go. He slipped it from under to my pvssy. I was heaving so hard, holding on so tight with my whole body just limp on his. He just slid a finger in, a loud gasp pulling from me. His finger pulled out, him moving to lick it as my eyes stared at him. His dark eyes held nothing but a promise. I thought I had the night planned my way but you could never plan for Azrail.

“ Azrail.” His name shamelessly slipped out again, biting my lower lip as I stared at those deep pools I loved so much.

“ Yes my love?” He asked with that smirk on his face, just killing me.

I could just pinch him for being such a devil to me. He made me weak in every way, my heart fluttering.

It took everything in me to compose myself and stop myself from slamming my lips on his. We had the whole night to us, it still young.

“ I—I am just going to….uhm…take your bag.” I said, barely catching my breath. He moved to place a kiss on my forehead.

“ Okay.” He then said with me nodding my head over and over.

Slowly but surely I was let down, my bare feet touching the tiles. I could not tear my eyes from him, bending to pick his bag from him. He pulled off his suit jacket, me taking it along with his tie.

My body turned, fighting just to take each step away from him but I did not get far. An arm snaked around my waist with such need, his other moving on my @ss. He squeezed it hard, pulling me to his chest. My eyes closed.

“ Azrail.” I cried out, at the tip to just melt and jump on him. His hand gripped at my @ss even more with such force. I could feel his d**k hard, just needing my attention. His lips trailed on my neck, me angling it for him so he could have all the access he needed. I could never refuse him.

“ Yes my queen.”

“ What are you doing to me?” The words trickled out, my brain not working. It had barely even been five minutes with him there and I had already felt so many emotions all at once.

“ I will devour you, “ He said and I thought the ground was shaking.

“ Now go put those for me and come back so I can watch you eat my love.” He finished off, squeezing harder then slipping from me. Just when I thought it was over, an @ss slap came, unraveling me.

No one could save me that night, no one would rescue me from the pounding that would happen.

My feet just moved, my mind was just screaming for me to move. My arousal juices were already rolling down my legs. I did not dare stare back, rushing away until I was in the room which was set up too. I packed his bag and clothes away before rushing to the bathroom where I cleaned myself because I was dripping.

Feeling calm again, I walked out of the bathroom and our room.

Soft romantic and sensual music played on the background, the lights dim with the house warm. My body turned, my eyes immediately rushing to Azrail who sat in his chair, his eyes flickering to me. How could we survive the dinner? But we had to because I had so many things planned for him, for us.

It was my time to do something for him. Men, just like women, did appreciate being spoiled now and again, even if they did not think they needed spoiling.

I spoiled my man frequently but the problem was that, a man like Azrail had everything and he wasn’t into much of material things so planning little gestures and gifts for him was hard but I tried. He treated me like a queen and I was always showing the same affection and effort to him.

His eyes were eating me up as I giggled. They shined with such want and love. His heart was mine and mine was his, forever. I did not even remember what was happening six months back because being with him was so intoxicating it had me forget the past. All I knew was that I was madly in love and happy.

“ Behave baby.” I said out giggling with him sitting back in his chair, his eyes never tearing from me.

I walked to him, kissing his cheek before walking on to my chair where I took a seat only to stand up after, plating for him then myself.

“ Thank you Masha.” Azrail said with me just blushing hard. His arm came around my waist as I set down his plate, him kissing my belly which was the closest part of me to him, don’t get ideas.

Butterflies always threatened to kill me with him around. I bit my lip, him pouring the wine for us as I plated my own food then sat down. My chair was a bit far so I scooted over. Being away from him was like dying itself. I always wanted to be on him or close by his side. I now understood why my parents were always touchy around each other. I always wanted to touch Azrail and he let me touch him anytime, anywhere, because he knew I would never hurt him.

The past six months had been amazing but also hard on us. We found a therapist who Azrail was willing to try and open up to. At first it was hard for him to speak so I ended up always coming to his sessions just to reassure him. Slowly but surely he opened up. He just talked about his life from as long as he could remember and we never interrupted because once he was in his head, it was hard getting him out.

Watching him was the hardest part. Him reliving his past wrecked him apart no matter how strong he tried to seem. I would always weep, I could not help it. How could someone go through such?

He grew up in the Morgue under his father’s enemy. As much as the Morgue wasn’t as brutal as Azrail had made it after taking over, but it was a million times brutal for him because they did everything to him. All new training techniques were practised on him. Anyone who wanted to hit something hit him, a small baby of the age of three. They would torture him day and night. Nothing was off bounds, explaining all the scars all over his body, even on his feet. They broke him apart everyday and he had no one. He was alone all through it.

He wanted to die but decided when he was seven that he would keep fighting. His anger kept him going, his blood thirst to revenge himself making him bare through it all as year after year he fought harder and killed each and every one of his enemies. Even those that had left the Morgue, at twelve he escaped and hunted them all down to kill them in the most gruesome way.

Nightmares plagued me everyday from his life story, crying out in my sleep to the point where even I got into my own therapy because at some point I could not process all I was hearing from him.

I loved Azrail so much and I was grateful that he was trying so hard and opening up. I now understood him, understood the way he did things and acted. I did not want to change him. I would love him as he was and if change came by then so be it.

Azrail needed his own personal space than anyone I knew. Sometimes he just needed a whole week without interacting deeply with someone. In this time, he was dealing with his own demons and he needed to do it on his own. When he felt better, he would talk more than one word answers. He would come for dinner instead of eating it in his office and he would take me out, making up for all the time he had just been closed off.

My fork was lowered as my eyes had just been staring at him eat. I took a sip of the wine then cleared my throat a little.

“ I just want to thank you for loving me. Each day I don’t think I could be loved more than this, yet day and day, I feel it expanding to impossible heights. The way you love me; you respect me, you value me, you look at me and treat me. Thank you so much. I love you with every fibre in my body. I appreciate you. I am the most happy with you. I am thankful of you.” I said out, his eyes holding mine as I spoke from deep in the heart. Men also needed to be told such words, they needed assurance too. Azrail had never received love in his life, I made sure he knew every single day that he had my love, he had my heart. I could give him the world. Once you understood him, my lord, he was the sweetest person ever. I wished I could go back with the knowledge I knew at this point. All the time that we wasted. I felt as if I did not have enough time with him.

Even a hundred years would never be enough, I needed forever with him.