Married to the Mafia Boss

Kira

One Year Later

“I don’t know why you’re stressing so much. Both our mothers are in the kitchen preparing lunch,” Miguel says to me, rubbing my shoulders.

I can’t believe we’ve been back together a year, and we’re hosting the first official united family Sunday lunch at our new villa.

“Because the food has to be perfect, and what if our families break into a fight,” I moan. “And if we don’t have enough seating, what are we going to do.”

“You’ve planned this to the last letter. I promise it’s going to be fine. Alessandro will make sure there are no fights, especially because Katya is stressed with the twins.”

Raphael comes running into the house, his tie askew. Miguel lets me go and pulls Raphael to him. “Mimmo, what are you doing? You know your mother is stressed today.”

“Sorry, Papa, I was just playing,” he says. He’s thirteen now. I can’t believe how tall he’s getting, just like his father.

“You must make sure your cousins are entertained today,” I say to him. “Don’t let them get too dirty, though, Raphael, especially Giovanni. Your Zio Frankie will have a heart attack.”

“I said I’ll do a good job babysitting, Mama,” he whines. “I won’t let them get into trouble or get dirty, I promise.”

“That’s a good boy,” Miguel says, patting his head. “Now, don’t run off too far. People are going to start arriving soon.”

He turns and kisses my head. “It’ll be fine, Amore Mio. I promise.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re the Don of half the family,” I say, and he chuckles. He turns as he hears a car pull up. “They’re here. Let’s get this show on the road.”

I nod and pat down my dress. One of our maids opens the front door, and Alessandro walks in with Miska in his arms. Katya follows with Mattia in her arms. They’re followed by Dominic and Sofia, freshly returned from their honeymoon.

The maid is about to close the door when Frankie walks in with Amelia. Their son, Giovanni, is toddling next to Frankie, holding his hand. Behind them is my sister who has recently graduated and moved back to New York. We’ve never been truly close, but I hope we can now work on changing that. I am hopeful her being here today is a great way to start.

Raphael comes forward and greets his uncles and aunts before he offers to take the little ones. Alessandro chuckles, “You’re just babysitting Giovanni and the older cousins today. Zia Katya will tend to the babies.”

Raphael takes Giovanni’s hand and leads him off to the play area so we can greet the family.

We stand there greeting as more and more people stream in. Miguel takes my cousins to the area we’ll be sitting in and offers them drinks and cigars. I go to check on the food in the kitchen and hear our mothers howling with laughter at each other. Who knew they would be the ones to get on best?

Once everyone has arrived, and the food has been served, we all sit at the table and eat. Miguel and Alessandro sit together at the head of the table and talk about the children’s futures.

Arianna and Carmine arrive late because Arianna was flying back from a race, but we’re excited to see them as they walk in. I get them plates and sit them near me. Arianna and I were always considered twins.

It isn’t until everyone has left, and I’ve tucked Raphael into bed, that I relax.

I come back downstairs and outside to see Miguel holding a picnic basket.

“I thought we’d go relax out in the orchard, just the two of us,” he says with a big smile.

I sigh, “I would love nothing more than to relax, Miguel.”

He takes my hand and leads me deep into the orchard. “What about Raphael?” I ask.

“He’ll be fine. One of the maids is sitting upstairs listening for him,” Miguel assures me. We get to the middle of the garden, and I see a blanket already lying out.

“It’s a nice warm night. We should have some nice cold champagne,” he says.

“Champagne? Are we celebrating our families didn’t kill each other?” I tease.

“Oh, we are celebrating, I hope….”

“You hope?” I ask.

We both sit down, and he pours a glass of champagne for me, handing it to me. He then sits a small box on my lap.

“I really hope…” he says, “that you would do me the honor of marrying me.”

I swallow hard. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I set the champagne down and open the box. It’s a simple but beautiful ring. The jewel is the same color as my eyes.

“Miguel… Of course, I will,” I say quietly, choking up, “but I can’t have champagne, my love.”

“But it’s your favorite one,” he protests. “I double-checked with Arianna.”

“I know, but I can’t have any….” I smile at him, slip the ring onto my finger and then rest my hand on my belly.

Miguel stares at my hand for a moment and then lets out a deep breath he seemed to have been holding. “Are you?”

“Yes,” I say excitedly, “I was waiting to surprise you on your birthday.”

He downs his champagne, then mine, and then puts the glasses away. “This is the best surprise ever, my love.”

“Good, because we have to tell Raphael, and I’m not sure how he will react.”

“A problem for tomorrow,” he murmurs, leaning over to kiss me deeply.

I slide my tongue over his, taste the champagne on his lips and tongue, and moan softly.

He strokes my belly gently and then breaks the kiss. “And here I thought I’d make love to you under the stars.”

“Who says we can’t?” I tease, shifting to sit up. I lower the straps of my dress over each arm and shimmy out of it.

Miguel leans back and watches me, his eyes taking in my body in the moonlight.

In my underwear, I lean over and kiss him, my hand rubbing over his groin gently. He grunts into my mouth, and I feel his dick stiffen.

“What do you wanna do with that?” I whisper against his mouth.

“I can think of things,” he murmurs as I reach down to undo his pants.

He helps me get them down, and I take his cock in my hands. I know what my man likes, and soon enough, I’m deep-throating him. I make delicious slurping sounds every time I make my way up his dick. My tongue traces the veins that pop out along his shaft. He groans softly, a hand on my head as he moves his hips slightly.

I pull off him and look at him hungrily.

“Stay there,” I say as I shimmy out of my thong and straddle him. I carefully lower myself, so his thick member pushes deep inside me. I whimper softly until he’s all the way in.

Miguel reaches up and tugs the cups of my bra down, releasing my breasts. He runs his thumbs over my nipples that, despite the warm night, are standing erect.

“You have never looked more beautiful, Amore Mia,” he groans, shifting around. I whimper softly and start to raise and lower my hips. “I love you so much, Miguel Rossi.”

“I love you, Kira Rossi,” he says, and the name sounds so perfect. I move a little faster. His hand has trailed down my body and is playing with my clit. God, I love when he does that to me, his erection hitting me just right while his fingers tease the devil’s doorbell.

He knows that drives me wild, and I feel the tension building inside me.

“Come with me,” I groan out, rocking my hips back and forth.

“Fuck,” he cries out, moving his hips to meet mine as they come down. His one hand still has my right breast in it, he’s teasing the nipple, and then he lets go and grabs me. He gets into a sitting position, still inside of me, and buries his head in my breasts as I start to move again. I push harder. I’m so close my toes feel like they want to curl, and his hand is there again, teasing. I whimper as I clench around his cock, and he tries to push his hips up as much as he can. I know he’s orgasming while his fingers play with my clit, and then it happens, and I arch my back as I orgasm, squirting hard onto him.

We collapse into a wet, spent heap, and I roll off him. He chuckles and says, “You exhaust me, woman.”

“Good,” I breathe.

He rolls over and rests his head on my belly, kissing it softly. I stroke his head as we lie here and catch our breath. Then I hear his soft snores, and I smile.

Ever since we moved back in together, he’s been sleeping like a baby.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

End of book 5.