The Mafia Alpha's Hired Bride

Chapter 2

With a subtle sway of her hips, Deeya walked closer. Jasper caught her wrist and pulled her forward until she stood between his parted thighs.

"Good. Don't move."

"What's your plan? Is this some kind of game?"

"No. If you're as smart as you think you are, you'll keep your mouth shut," Jasper replied flatly.

He pulled on a pair of gloves. With unhurried precision, his hands slid from her chest, down to her waist, then lower to the curve of her ass. The cold, firm texture of the gloves sent shivers of twisted pleasure rippling through her body.

"Even though you're a w***e, you've got a world-class body."

Whore? The word struck something deep inside Deeya. Why does that make me uncomfortable… when that's exactly what I am?

A bitter laugh almost escaped her lips, but she swallowed it down. Instead, she parted her legs and settled herself onto Jasper's lap. "So, you like it, don't you?"

Silence.

Jasper's expression shifted. He peeled off his gloves with deliberate slowness, then fixed her with a stare so cold it could frost glass.

"Get away from me," he said abruptly.

Deeya froze, confusion flickering across her features. But as she made to rise, she felt it, something thick and scorching pressing against her from beneath. A secret smile curled inside her chest. Playing hard to get, when you're clearly hard already? I can get a lot of money out of this man. I have to seduce him properly.

"Why do I get the feeling you don't actually want me to leave?" Deeya whispered, sliding her arms around his neck. She rolled her hips deliberately against the rigid length straining beneath his pants. "Your body needs me. Doesn't it?"

Jasper remained silent, his eyes darkening by the second. "You know exactly what you're doing, woman. And I'm not the type of man you can just toss aside afterward."

"Is that so?" Deeya murmured, circling her hips in a slow, maddening rhythm.

A deep groan rumbled from Jasper's chest, and she felt the hard ridge between her thighs throb in response.

"f**k," he swore under his breath.

Deeya's gaze dropped to his lips. She leaned closer, closing the distance inch by tantalizing inch—until Jasper's fingers caught her chin in a firm grip.

"I didn't give you permission to kiss me," he said, his voice utterly devoid of warmth, even as his eyes remained locked on her mouth.

"But you're staring at my lips."

"That's just a physical reaction. It doesn't mean anything."

"Then why are you fighting it?"

"Woman, don't play with fire."

Jasper seized her wrists and pinned them above her head in one fluid motion. The movement thrust her breasts forward, the twin peaks bouncing and nearly grazing his face.

"Or you'll face consequences you're not ready for."

"What kind of consequences?"

He squeezed her breast roughly. "I'll fire a bullet straight through your heart."

Deeya's breath hitched, but Jasper didn't reach for his gun. He simply stared at her with those piercing, brutal eyes.

"Now do what I said and get away from me."

Deeya swallowed hard. She rose from his lap, frustration coiling tight in her stomach. This man is impossible to read. But I'm not giving up.

"I'm getting up. You don't have to be so rough about it. You should really be more careful with that gun of yours, or you might accidentally hurt someone."

Her foot brushed deliberately against his crotch as she stood. She felt the bulge there—thicker now, impossibly hard. Sweat beaded on Jasper's forehead.

"s**t. Look what you've done to me."

Deeya blinked at him, feigning innocence. "I didn't do anything."

Jasper's breathing turned ragged, his entire face flushed. "From now on, don't touch me again."

But Deeya moved closer instead. Her hand found his arm. "But… you look like you need help."

In a flash, he yanked her forward and shoved her onto the sofa. She lay there, completely naked, under the full weight of his stare, a man still fully clothed, his eyes wild and predatory.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"I'm only trying to help."

"Help with what?"

Deeya licked her lips. Her fingers brushed against the hard length straining beneath his pants. "You want me… and you can have me."

Jasper fisted a handful of her hair and yanked her closer. "Right. I almost forgot you're a w***e. I'm supposed to pay you for it, aren't I?"

Her body pressed flush against his, the heat of his arousal burning through the fabric between them. Jasper's like a beast in heat right now. But that means… he'll be easy to control.

"Yes. Do it. I know you want me."

Jasper drew a long, shuddering breath. "Fine. You asked for this."

He lifted her into his arms with effortless strength, the kind of grip that said he wouldn't let anything interrupt him, not even time itself. His strides were slow but certain as he carried her toward the bed, his gaze never once leaving her face. It was sharp, binding, as if he meant to read every thought behind her eyes without needing a single word.

The moment they reached the edge of the mattress, Jasper dropped her onto it with a single decisive motion. His body followed instantly, covering hers in one breathless crash. Deeya gasped, shock and tension slamming through her chest all at once. She barely had time to draw air before she felt the full weight of him pressing down on her. Warm. Solid. Utterly dominant.

With practiced efficiency, he positioned his thighs on either side of her body, caging her in. He began removing his clothes piece by piece, no rush, but no hesitation either. Every movement was precise, like a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

Deeya went still. Her breathing slowed as her eyes traced over the body slowly revealing itself above her. His chest was impossibly broad and sculpted, every ridge of muscle carved as if by a master hand. Her gaze drifted lower, over the flat plane of his stomach, the flawless lines of his torso, until it reached what waited between his legs. His erection jutted against her belly, and she swallowed unconsciously.

"It's so big," Deeya breathed, stunned. God… I'm not sure I can handle that.

Jasper stared down at her like embers that hadn't yet died. The corner of his mouth lifted, not quite a smirk, but something closer to a warning.

"You said you wanted to help me… but now you look ready to run," he said, his tone dripping with challenge.

"No… I mean… yes, yours is big," Deeya answered honestly, heat rising to her cheeks. But she held his gaze, refusing to retreat. "You know… I'm not the kind of woman who's seeing one for the first time."

At those words, Jasper's expression darkened. His eyes swept over her naked body. For a fleeting moment, Deeya couldn't tell if the fire burning in his gaze was lust, or rage.

"Woman… do you have any idea what you're saying? You're going to regret this," he growled.

Without warning, Jasper seized her ankle and yanked her lower body upward. His thick, rigid length dragged against her slick folds—and in the next heartbeat, he slammed inside her with brutal force. Deeya screamed as her body was split open without mercy.

"Akhh… please… slow down," she gasped, pain ripping through her.

"This is the consequence you chose. Accept it," Jasper shot back, driving into her harder.

He ignored her cries and pushed deeper, faster. But soon enough, the sharp edges of pain began to dissolve, replaced by something devastatingly intense. Her body adjusted, accommodating his size, matching his punishing rhythm.

I've never felt this from any man before. He's rough, but the moment he's inside me… the relief is overwhelming.

Deeya looked up into Jasper's burning gaze, her heart pounding violently. His hands closed over her breasts, fingers rubbing roughly against her n*****s, and moans of pure pleasure spilled uncontrollably from her lips.

Jasper kept pounding into her while his hand roughly teased her c**t.

"Ahh!" The sound that escaped her mouth ignited something feral in Jasper. His body tensed, barreling toward release as he moved faster. But just as she teetered on the edge of climax, Jasper pulled his slick length out of her.

"What's wrong?" Deeya asked, dazed and confused.

Without a word, Jasper flipped her onto her stomach, scooped a hand beneath her hips, and dragged her up until she was on her knees.

"This is my favorite position. I'm going to f**k you like this until you come," he rasped, thick with lust.

"Do whatever you want to me."

"Good. At least your body knows how to satisfy me."

Maybe her compliance had cooled some of his rage. His hands moved over the lush curve of her ass, stroking her skin with something that almost resembled reverence.

"Your ass is beautiful."

"I know. I've gotten plenty of compliments from my clients," Deeya answered lightly.

The next second, Jasper's palm cracked against her flesh with brutal force. The sound registered before the pain did.

"s**t. You really enjoy pissing me off, don't you?!"

"Ah… no, no, that's not what I—" Okay, I'm now certain he hates it when I talk about other clients. But why? He's just another one of my clients, isn't he?

Whatever was running through Jasper's mind, the mere mention of other men, of anyone else who had touched her, sent fury blazing through his veins.

Deeya rocked her hips, the burning sting on her skin only stoking the fire building inside her. She spread her legs wider, putting herself on shameless display. Behind her, Jasper sucked in a sharp breath and swore under his breath.

"If that's what you want, then I'll give it to you," he bit out.

She heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. And this time, he wasn't as rough as before, his hands gripped her waist as he pushed inside, slow and deliberate.

"f**k. You feel incredible."

He slapped her hip hard and began driving into her with brutal intensity. The position let him thrust as deep as possible with every stroke, and Deeya couldn't hold back her moans.

"Ahh… faster!" she begged.

Jasper spanked her soft ass again and squeezed it hard. "Only I give orders in bed, you little slut."

"Yes, sir."

His hand reached forward and roughly palmed her breasts. Then he picked up speed, pounding into her harder, deeper, faster. The pace turned inhuman, and the heat between them spiraled out of control.

"Akkhhh!!"

Moans filled the room. Deeya screamed as her orgasm tore through her, and she felt Jasper explode violently inside her moments later. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as he slowly pulled out.

God… it's been so long since I've had s*x this incredible. I never imagined he could make me feel this satisfied.

The bliss and elation died the moment Deeya shifted her focus and saw Jasper already at the edge of the bed, pulling on his clothes without sparing her a single glance.

"Put your clothes on and get out," he said curtly.

"We're done? Just like that?"

Jasper turned, one eyebrow arched, his gaze frigid. "Yes."

And just like that, the warmth lingering in her body was replaced by a biting cold, not from the night air, but from the stark realization that somewhere between lust and lust, there was a line she still didn't understand. And Jasper had just shown her that he stood on the other side of it. Far beyond her reach.

Deeya rose from the bed on legs that still trembled. Every step felt heavy, as though her body hadn't fully recovered from the storm that had just swept through it. But it wasn't only her body that was exhausted—her mind spun in chaos, tangled with confusion, fury, and something she didn't dare name.

She followed Jasper into the living room, her breathing still ragged, her eyes fixed on the back of the man who stood there calm and coiled with silent menace.

Without thinking, she strode up to him. The crack of her palm against his cheek echoed through the silent walls.

Silence.

Jasper didn't react immediately. But in the space of a single second, the world shifted. His face went dark, and before she could stumble back, the cold muzzle of a pistol was pressed hard against the side of her head.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" His voice was low, a growl barely above a whisper—but saturated with death.

Deeya froze. Her breath caught in her throat. Oh God… his eyes… he's serious. He could kill me right now. Her hands and knees began to shake uncontrollably. Fear crept in slowly but relentlessly, gnawing away at whatever defiance she'd been holding onto.

"I'm… I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I only… I only wanted to spice things up a little between us…"

Jasper stared at her for a long, agonizing moment before finally lowering the gun. His shoulders dropped a fraction, but the sharpness in his eyes remained lethal. Deeya exhaled shakily, her heart pounding violently. She scrambled to gather her clothes scattered across the carpet and pulled them on, desperate to conceal her trembling.

Jasper returned to the sofa and sat down, calm as a storm that had only just passed. He poured himself a glass of whiskey without uttering a single word.

"You… you really like whiskey, don't you?" Deeya asked softly, attempting to crack the suffocating silence.

No answer. He merely glanced at her briefly before reaching for the phone beside the sofa.

"Bring the money," he said curtly.

Moments later, the door swung open and Nick walked in, carrying a large black bag. He opened it directly in front of Deeya. Stacks upon stacks of dollar bills filled her vision.

She held her breath. Oh my God… this much money… just for one night?

"That's one million dollars," Jasper stated flatly.

Deeya's head whipped toward him. "All of this… is for me?" she asked, disbelieving.

Jasper met her gaze directly. "Yes. And that's only the deposit."

"Deposit?" Her eyebrows lifted. "For what?"

Jasper set his glass down slowly, then leaned forward, bracing one hand on his knee. "I want you to marry me."

Deeya's world stopped spinning. The words fell from his lips so casually, cold and direct, like everything else this man did. But the meaning it was too massive to absorb in a single breath.

"What?" she uttered, completely stunned. "Marry you?"

Jasper nodded once. Cold. Serious. No smile. No teasing. Only a decision.

And for the first time that night, Deeya was utterly speechless.