Married to the Mafia Boss

Carmine

“Just trust me,” Arianna says as I continue to follow her. She’s mostly healed from her attack, but she still has nightmares. At least now I can be there to soothe her when she wakes up.

“I don’t trust you, though,” I tease, “because whenever you talk about me to your brother, I’m sure he figures out another way he’d like to kill me.”

“It’s nothing,” she insists, but the cheeky grin on her face tells me otherwise.

I take her arm and pull her to me, kissing her softly. “Just tell me before you go in.”

“It’s nothing, trust me,” she murmurs again before slipping out of my grasp and knocking on Alessandro’s door.

“Come in,” his voice calls from inside.

I follow her in, knowing she’s up to something and that big mouth of hers is going to get me killed.

“Alessandro,” she says with a smile as she walks in.

Alessandro glances up from the paperwork on his desk and pauses. “You only ever have that shitty smile on your face when you want something you know I won’t give you.”

I nod, and he glances at me, so I stop. “I have no idea what it is. She won’t tell me.”

“I feel stifled,” she says, sitting in an armchair in front of his desk. “I don’t have any freedom to do things I want to do.”

“Things?” Alessandro asks. “What sort of things?”

“They are of a personal nature,” she says calmly, and I stare at the back of her head, willing her to keep quiet.

Alessandro coughs slightly. “What is it you want?”

Arianna shines with happiness. “My…our own place,” she corrects herself quickly. “I know you want me close by for business, so I propose the cottage on the edge of the property we use for storage. It should be emptied so Carmine and I can move into it.”

Alessandro rubs the five o’clock shadow on his face. “I don’t know, Arianna. I don’t think it’s a good idea you’re out of the house just yet.”

Arianna frowns. “I’m almost twenty-six, Alessandro. You need to give me more freedom, and having my own place will do that.”

“What freedom can you have in the cottage that you can’t have here?” Oh, I wish he hadn’t asked that because I already know the answer.

“Wild, horny sex,” she says instantly. “If I can’t have rampant bunny sex all over my own space, if I can’t feel comfortable having sex, then I’m not happy. Couples have sex, Alessandro. It’s what they do.”

He looks at me sharply, and I swallow hard, flustered slightly.

Arianna raises a hand. “Look at me, not him. He really didn’t know I was going to do this.”

“I’m sure he’s fully aware of what he does to you, though,” Alessandro growls.

“Alessandro, keep to the point.”

“Fine, you can have the cottage, and Carmine can stay there with you,” he throws his hands up. “Any other demands?”

“No, thank you,” Arianna says, getting up. “It’s always a pleasure chatting.”

We both walk out, and I can feel Alessandro’s eyes on me the entire time. As soon as the door is shut, I look at her. “What were you thinking?”

“Shock value always works,” she says with a grin. “Now we can have our own place and do what we like.”

“We were doing what we liked anyway,” I point out. “Or did you already forget this morning?”

“Oh, I remember,” she purrs, pecking my lips. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

I grin and take her hand gently in mine. Even though the bandages are off, I don’t want to hurt her. It’ll be a while before her nails grow back.

I drive us to Fifth Avenue to the bistro the family owns. The hostess is expecting us and seats us in a private booth in the back.

All through the meal, a part of us is touching: our legs, our hands. She has consumed my very being, and I have no regrets. I still work for the family, and I don’t mind doing that because she doesn’t mind. She knows I have a job to do and that I’m loyal, and she respects that.

I draw a luxurious bath as soon as we walk into the house. Arianna sneaks a bottle of champagne to the bathroom, and we both settle into her large tub, sipping out of crystal glasses.

“If Alessandro knew what we were up to, he’d throw a fit,” I point out, sighing.

“Well, if we’re going to get in trouble, we should go all the way,” she says back, smiling mischievously.

“Again?” I chuckle. “You’re going to wear me out.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She sets her glass down and shifts onto her knees. “I don’t know about that. You seem to have a lot of stamina.”

“Then to the bed we go,” I say.

“Oh no, right here…” she reaches between my legs and gently feels around until she finds my cock. At her touch, it twitches slightly, and I lick my lips. “You’re really going to play me dirty like that.”

“I love it when I play you dirty,” she teases. “Shift up.”

I shift around until her legs are on either side of me, and then she reaches down and strokes me. I lean my head back with a small groan. “You are amazing,” I murmur, my eyes closed.

I hear her giggle, and I smile, enjoying the firm grip she has on my dick, which is steadily growing hard.

I lift my hands and place them on her hips. “Save a horse, and ride a cowboy, baby.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “That’s terrible.”

“I saw it on a shirt,” I chuckle.

She raises her hips and holds my cock in place before she slowly rubs it between her lips. I bite my lip as I watch her, my eyes feeling heavy.

She slowly lowers herself down, guiding me inside of her.

I grip her hips tightly, and the water sloshes as we both move slowly. “Don’t make a mess,” she whispers in my ear.

The ends of her hair are wet, and it tickles my skin. I leave one hand on her hip and grab her hair with the other, pulling her down for a hungry kiss as I thrust a little harder. Water splashes onto the floor and I groan.

“Come on, cowboy,” she says as she sits up. “Let’s take this rodeo to the bed.”

I grin as she climbs out. She doesn’t even dry off. She just walks, wet and naked, out of the bathroom. I follow suit and watch as she gets onto all fours at the end of the bed.

“Hell, yeah,” I say quietly as I get to position myself behind her. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Ari.”

She looks over her shoulder at me with fiery eyes. “Fuck me hard, Carmine.”

I swallow slightly, my balls clenching tightly at her words. With my cock in my hand, I guide myself back into her, just the tip. Once she starts rocking back and forth, I grip her hips and start moving in and out of her, slowly building up a rhythm until the sound of wet skin slapping wet skin fills the room.

I see her grip the bedsheets, and for a moment, I wonder if it hurts, but then she clenches around my dick, and I groan, moving harder. I put a hand on her back and move my hips quickly, doing my best to get in hard and deep because I know she likes it.

She clenches again, and this time my balls respond. I push deep inside of her as I come.

I pull almost all the way out and slam back into her to elicit a seductive “Ah” from her.

I grin, pull out, and slam back into her with my own moan and another, higher-pitched “ah” from her.