Mafia's Bride.

Elena Romano showed up to the ball in style. She arrived in a sexy, black gown that hugged her figures like a dangerous secret. Her hair was perfectly styled, flowing over her shoulders in shiny waves of black. As she stepped into the ballroom, there was a sudden silence, quickly followed by hushed murmurs and whispers of both admiration and envy.

Giovanni Tarini smiled delightfully when he set his eyes on her, abandoning the group he had been discussing with just to welcome her.

"Signora Romano! My God, you are absolutely gorgeous. If you had no intention of attracting attention tonight, I'm afraid you've failed miserably," he chuckled, kissing her outstretched hand like a perfect gentleman, and offering her a drink from a passing tray.

She gave him a polite smile, blushing deeply as she accepted the glass. "That wasn't my intention, signore Giovanni, but I'll take the compliment."

"Eyes of admiration from the men, flames of envy from the women," Giovanni said with dramatic flair. "This is exactly the kind of impression you want to make tonight. Come, your mask."

He handed her a brilliant black and gold mask adorned with delicate feathers. Elena hesitated, then gently put the mask on with a mischievous smile on her face. The transformation was instantaneous, both physically and psychologically. She was a completely different person, someone not held back by the grief and betrayal of her tortured past... someone who was no longer Isabella Lorenzo.

Giovanni led her to his private table, where they sat, talking about art and sipping wine. As the night wore on, the orchestra began a waltz, and Giovanni offered her his hand. "Shall we, my muse?"

Elena nodded gracefully, placing her hand in his as they joined the other couples drifting towards the floor. The music sent beautiful sensations all over her body, and she let him lead, elegantly following his movements. They were having fun, until her eyes wandered... And then she saw him.

Across from them, a tall man dressed in a black tuxedo and silver mask danced with effortless grace. His partner was a blonde woman in an expensive looking ball gown, but his eyes... intense, and dark... were locked on her.

Every step he took felt intentional, and every glance her way was a challenge. When their eyes met again, Elena's breath froze, and something stirred in her body... an ache, a yearning so familiar yet terrifying.

A few moments later, the orchestra signaled a switch of partners. Elena did not even notice Giovanni stepping away until she turned... and found herself staring straight at the masked stranger.

"May I?" he asked in a smooth and low voice that sent dangerous shivers all over her spine.

She nodded absently, her voice lost somewhere between curiosity and desire.

He took her hand in a confident but gentle grip, and led her to the center of the floor. He delicately placed his free hand on her waist, and then they moved to the music. As they danced, every other person in the room disappeared, and the whole world narrowed down to just the two of them.

Their chemistry was electrifying, and soon the other dancers had stopped dancing, forming a circle around them as they admired the beauty of their dance.

When the final note played, the room erupted in applause.

Elena blushed, and looked away shyly, trying to catch her breath. But he didn't let go of her hand.

"You dance like a goddess signora," he said with a smile.

"So do you."

"May I get you a drink?" He offered, nodding towards an empty table.

She hesitated, turned and saw Giovanni flirting with a redhead, then gave in. "One drink."

When they were seated, he poured two glasses of champagne for them, and they shared a small toast.

"I've never seen you before, signora," he said.

"I'm not usually seen."

"And yet here you are, turning every head in the room."

Elena chuckled softly, swirling her wine. "Flattery is a dangerous game at a masquerade ball, signore."

"So is mystery," he replied smoothly.

There was something about the way he didn't try to impress her that pulled her in. He didn't ask for her name, only watched her with a sort of solemn hunger that scared and excited her at the same time.

"So what brings you here tonight signora?" he asked softly, barely concealing the fire of desire in his eyes.

Elena giggled shyly. "To forget... To feel...To live."

He leaned forward, dangerously close to her face. "Then spend the night with me."

She was taken by surprise at his boldness, but there was no disrespect in his voice... just certainty.

She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it as she struggled inside her head. She had chosen a life of silence, and survival, buried Isabella and her pain in the past... but here was a chance in front of her, one night of passion to reclaim the woman beneath the ashes... a night with the charming and daring stranger.

"It will be one night," she said firmly. "We keep our masks on the whole time, and no names or questions will be asked."

He nodded. "Agreed."

There were no words when they burst into the room, he simply grabbed her and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss... a kiss Elena returned feverishly.

In the blink of an eye she was on the bed, watching him take off his shirt and pants, revealing a perfectly toned body.

"Put out the light," she whispered softly.

He obliged without complaining, then walked towards her like a stalking predator. He peeled off her gown and panties in slow and deliberate movements, brushing his hands over sensitive parts of her skin as he did. His dick was huge and erect, the sight of it already making Elena's moist with anticipation.

His tongue was like a magic wand, tasting and teasing her nipples, while his fingers did wonders with her clitoris. She moaned and squirmed under him, begging him to penetrate, but he took his time, confidently shushing her to be patient.

When he eventually entered, he filled her so completely that she hung onto him as the sweet sensation swept through her body. He eased her back to the bed, rubbed his dick over her moist clitoris, and smiled as she shivered at the sensation.

Then the thrusting began.