I Was The Mafia's Runaway Bride

"Hmm... Euan," I whimpered the moment his lips left mine. Ang hangin sa pagitan namin ay parang kuryente - thick with the musk of his cologne and the salt of my tears. He pressed his forehead against mine, his chest heaving, his breath coming in ragged hitches. "I wanted to break you for leaving me at the altar," Euan growled, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down my spine. "I wanted to ruin you, Arkisha. To make you suffer every agonizing second you spent with Lawrence. Pero paano kita sisirain... kung ako itong nakaluhod sa harap mo?" Napakapit ako sa balikat niya, habang idiniin niya ang hubad kong likod sa malamig na pader. I was completely exposed, while he stood there, lethal and beautiful, with only his trousers hanging low on his hips. "Then destroy me," I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. "Sirain mo ako sa paraang gusto mo. I’ll pay for everything, Euan. Nagsisisi na ako... I should have chosen you. It was always supposed to be you, not Lawrence." His gaze darkened, searching my soul for a lie he couldn't find. Without a word, he pulled me from the wall and strode toward the sofa. Pabagsak siyang naupo sa sofa dahilan para maupo ako sa kanyang kandungan at ramdam ko ang kanyang daliri sa loob ng butas ko. "Do you mean it?" he rasped, his eyes boring into mine. "Y-Yes..." it was barely a whisper, a surrender. "A-Ah, Euan... please..." He began a rhythmic, punishing pace with his finger. The sensation was maddening, a blur of pleasure and pain that pushed me over the edge until I came with a shattered moan. Euan didn't look away; he brought his glistening fingers to his lips, tasting me. Hingal na hingal ako, but the fire wasn't out. Inabot ko ang garter ng gray pants niya, my hands trembling as I searched for the heat hidden between his thighs. I want him. Euan let out a low, guttural groan as I wrapped my hand around him, moving with a desperate friction. I could see the literal fire in his eyes, a hunger so primal it felt like I was being consumed. "Euan, please... I want you... I need you inside me," I pleaded. Sa isang iglap, inihiga noya ako sa sofa at siya na mismo ang naghubad mg huling saplot na mayroon siya. "I told you to be careful what you wish for, Arkisha Mirabella," he warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous octave as he pried my thighs apart. "From now on, you are mine. You cannot leave my side—not even if it costs you your life." "I'll do anything," I sobbed, the tears flowing freely now. "Just make me feel you. Burahin mo lahat ng pait, lahat ng dumi na naramdaman ko sa lugar na 'yon. I want to love you properly this time, Euan." Sa kabila ng kasalanan ko, he was still here. He was my sanctuary and my executioner, and I was ready for whatever sentence he passed. "Mahal na mahal kita, Arkisha Mirabella. ​I am willing to give up everything for you. No matter how many times you run away, I’ll keep chasing you, even if it leads me to the gates of hell." In one swift, possessive thrust, Euan buried himself inside me. We both cried out - a symphony of pleasure and relief as he finally claimed what had always been his. "Ah! Euan!" Napasinghap ako nang maramdaman ang bawat pulgada ng kanyang pag-aari na pilit sinasakop ang aking p********e. The friction was searing, a tight, punishing fit that made my toes curl against the leather of the sofa. Hindi siya tumigil. Hindi niya ako binigyan ng pagkakataong masanay sa laki niya. He gripped my hips with bruising force, his knuckles turning white as he began to drive into me with a rhythmic, primal ferocity. Bawat tulak niya ay may kasamang galit at pagnanasa—isang pag-aangkin na tila sinusulat ang pangalan niya sa bawat sulok ng loob ko. "Look at me, Arkisha," Euan growled, his voice thick with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Tingin sa akin. I want to see the regret and the want in your eyes while I take what should have been mine years ago." I looked up, my vision blurred by tears and raw sensation. Ang mga mata niya ay tila nagniningas na uling sa dilim. I reached out, my nails digging into his muscular shoulders as I met every thrust he gave. "E-Euan... more... please," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "Huwag kang hihinto." He let out a guttural sound, a mix of a curse and a moan. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a kiss that tasted of salt and desperation. His tongue mimicked the relentless motion of his lower body, leaving me breathless and begging for air. The pace intensified. Ang tunog ng aming mga balat na naglalapat ay pumupuno sa tahimik na silid, sinasabayan ng aking mga ungol na hindi ko na mapigilan. I felt the tension building, a coil tightening deep within my core. Euan’s movements became frantic, his breathing heavy and ragged against my neck. "You’re never leaving this house again," he hissed against my skin, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "You’re mine, Arkisha. Even in hell, you’re mine." As he hit a certain spot deep inside, my world exploded in a kaleidoscope of white light. "A-Ah, Euan..." I arched my back, my screams muffled against his shoulder as the waves of climax crashed over me. Seconds later, Euan followed, his body tensing as he poured everything into me, marking me as his own in the most permanent way possible. "A-Ah..." "Fvck!" He collapsed on top of me, his heavy weight a comforting reminder of his presence. No more running. No more Lawrence. Just the scent of his sweat and the lingering heat of our shared sin. Euan Steve Fierro. My childhood friend. A ruthless Mafia boss. And I? I am his runaway bride, finally home.