Married to the mafia King

Dario

That morning with Alessandra was perhaps the greatest two hours of my life.

The way she made me feel…

Her beautiful body…

The overwhelming release when I came…

The way her innocent face looked when she came…

Everything about my time with her had been astounding.

The shower afterwards had been long and luxurious, with plenty of kissing and fondling her breasts as water cascaded over her body.

Once we got out, I dried her off… had her put on her dress…

And sent her on her way with a slap on her ass.

Her innocent brown eyes had been filled with surprise

But she’d liked it.

And I knew immediately what I would do to her the next time I took her to bed.

I still hadn’t fucked her not properly but that would come soon.

I was going to have to break her in first. There was no way she would be able to handle me without pain unless I did.

But there was time… and I was looking forward to it.

In fact, I was happier than I could ever remember being.

But not everyone else was.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Niccolo shouted in my study. “The rest of the house could hear her screaming! The entire staff is talking!”

“Let them talk,” I said coldly. “I pay their wages, not the other way around.”

“It’s not just that. We have a visitor this afternoon. Or did you forget?”

“No,” I snapped.

Although, to be truthful, I had forgotten.

Being with a beautiful naked woman for hours will do that do you.

“I need you to be in top form for this,” Niccolo said. “Not distracted.”

“Consigliere,” I snapped.

Niccolo gritted his teeth. “…what.”

“I am your don. I suggest you remember that.”

Niccolo looked resentful for a second, then got ahold of himself. “At least let me get her out of the house while our guest is here.”

“Why?”

Niccolo knew better than to voice the real reason, which I already knew:

I wanted to fuck her and I might just rush through the meeting so I could get her back into bed.

“We don’t need her causing any commotion during the talks,” Niccolo said. “Sneaking out again like she did yesterday.”

“She won’t.”

“Nonetheless, I want her out of the house.”

I scowled at him… but he was probably right. If Alessandra wasn’t here, it would make it easier to focus.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Have Massimo and Valentino take her to Florence for the rest of the day. She can do some shopping, and they can all have dinner.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not worried about our enemies?”

“Florence is a big city. I doubt it will be a problem.”

“You ‘doubt’ it will be a problem?”

Niccolo sighed. “Aren’t you the least bit worried about the Turk?”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

‘The Turk’ was Mehmet Erdogan, a member of an organized crime cartel from Turkey who wanted to discuss business. Our uncle had put him in contact with us.

“Fausto vouched for him,” I pointed out.

“Yes, well, until we find out why the Genoans are trying to horn in on our territory and why they sent the spy that Lars killed and why the hell we have a dead priest and a thug buried in the orchards out back I’m not trusting anyone, not even if Saint Peter himself says they’re alright.”

“Where are we on finding out who the priest and the other one are?”

“Our friends at the Questura are running their fingerprints for us.”

“Let me know when you find something out.”

“Of course.”

I sighed. “Alright… send in Alessandra so I can tell her about Florence.”

“OHHHH no I’ll tell her,” Niccolo said as he walked to the door. “I don’t need you getting distracted and banging her for the next two hours. I certainly don’t need her screaming when the Turk arrives.”

I just smirked as he left the room.

The meeting with the Turk was a courtesy to our uncle, nothing more… and I might have been tempted to blow it off in order to spend a little more time with Alessandra.

Probably best to listen to my consigliere for once.

Alessandra

Niccolo came up to my room an hour after I left Dario.

I was still walking around with a huge smile on my face when the consigliere knocked on the door.

“We have an important meeting this afternoon,” Niccolo said, “and I need you out of the house. Massimo and Valentino will take you to Florence where you can do some shopping and get some new clothes. Buy whatever you want Massimo will pay for it. You’ll have dinner in Florence and come back later this evening.”

Yesterday morning, Niccolo’s news would have been incredibly welcome.

A chance to leave the house and perhaps sneak away?

Yes, please!

But now I was just overwhelmed with anxiety.

“Is Dario… displeased with me?” I asked nervously.

“No, although I am,” Niccolo said. “I’d prefer it if you could be a bit quieter when you have an orgasm. We can hear you on the other side of the house.”

My face immediately turned scarlet, and I felt like I might die right there on the spot.

I’d been so overcome with passion when I was with Dario that I hadn’t even considered that anyone else could hear me.

Niccolo laughed at my reaction. “Don’t worry, nobody’s judging you. Well, not me, anyway or any of my brothers or Lars. Valentino’s probably happy because you’re making Caterina even hornier.”

I stared at him in horror. “You know about that?!”

“I know about everything that goes on this house,” he said ominously. “Now go get ready. You’ll be leaving right away.”

I left with Massimo and Valentino exactly 15 minutes later.

And as I passed by Filomena in the foyer, I stared at the ground in shame…

Because I could not meet her disapproving gaze.