Married to the mafia King

We lay in each other’s arms afterwards. I snuggled against him, and his fingers softly brushed across my bare skin.

“How was your first time?” he asked.

“Heaven,” I murmured.

He chuckled. “Good. But how are you feeling now?”

“Wonderful. But… a little sore.”

I was sore, it was true… but it was a delicious soreness because it was the memory of him inside me.

I let my hand drift over his abs… down to his thatch of hair… and caressed his heavy, limp cock. Even soft, it felt enormous in my hand.

At my touch, it began to stir back to life, expanding slowly in length with each of his heartbeats.

“Careful,” he said humorously. “Don’t wake the dragon.”

“The monster…” I added playfully…

Then froze.

The words made me think of the first night I had seen him because that was what I had called him in my head:

Il Mostro.

Suddenly I remembered how he had bent down and whispered in my ear, You will be my whore. But only for me… and no one else.

Dario felt me tense up. “What is it?”

“…nothing.”

He pushed me gently onto my back and looked deep into my eyes.

“What?” he demanded.

A tear welled up at the edge of my eye and slowly traced its way down my face.

“I guess I’m your whore now,” I said bitterly as I turned away from him.

He put his hand on my chin and forced me to look at him.

“You… are my woman now,” he whispered. “And only for me… and no one else.”

A sob escaped my chest, and I smiled through my tears.

He leaned over to kiss me…

And I kissed him back passionately…

And we made love again.

We slept in each other’s arms throughout the night.

As the sun dawned through the glass doors of my room, my eyes opened the tiniest bit.

I smiled as I felt his body behind mine, spooning me…

His muscles pressed against my feminine softness…

And then suddenly my eyes opened wide.

“Wake up!” I whispered frantically as I turned around and began to shake him.

Dario was instantly awake. He sat up in bed and looked around the room for some kind of threat. “What?! What is it?!”

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He looked at me, confused. “…what? Why?”

“Because they’ll know you spent the night!”

He smirked. “I’m pretty sure everyone already knows it.”

I stared at him. “…why?”

“Well, you only used the pillow over your face the first time you came.”

I thought back to the night before and realized he was right.

I’d been so overcome with making love to him so overwhelmed by pleasure that I’d forgotten everything else.

I covered my face with my hands and moaned into them. “Oh my god…”

He laughed and lay back down next to me.

I suddenly felt his hand on my breast.

“We can wake them up, too…” he murmured seductively in my ear.

“Are you insane?!” I hissed, slapping his hand away. “You have to go! NOW!”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “What’s gotten into you?”

“If you don’t go now, Filomena will know you were here!”

He squinted in bewilderment. “…Filomena…?”

“The old lady servant!” When he didn’t react, I exclaimed, “You don’t know her?!”

“She must have been hired while I was in prison.” Dario yawned, then reached around me and pulled my naked body next to his. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some old woman interfere with ”

“GO!” I whispered loudly as I pushed him out of bed.

He shook his head in amused wonder. “I’m the head of the most powerful family in Tuscany, and I’m getting kicked out of bed because of some old grandmother.”

“Go, go!” I said, shooing him away.

He sighed and picked up his clothes from the floor. “Only for you.”

I smiled…

And admired his nude body as he leaned over to pick up his pants…

And thought for a second that maaaaybe I should have him stay…

But then he started walking towards the door.

Naked.

“What are you DOING?!” I hissed.

“Leaving,” he said crossly.

“You can’t go out like that!”

“No one’s awake, Alessandra.”

“But if she is and she sees you !”

“Then maybe she’ll have a heart attack and die, and I won’t have to be kicked out of your bed again.”

But he stepped into his pants and pulled them on.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“You realize that she’ll still know exactly what happened if I walk out of your room at 6 in the morning,” he said.

“Better that than for her to see all the goods!” I whispered.

He chuckled as he put on his shirt. “By the way, the meeting with my uncle is at 10AM.”

My heart fell a little. “Alright… I’ll stay in my room…”

“No I’m telling you because I want you to be there.”

I stared at him in wonder. “Why?”

“You were shot at just like Massimo and Valentino. You might have seen something they’ve forgotten.”

“…oh…”

At that moment, I felt included in a way I never had before.

He winked and smiled. “Plus you’re my woman now.”

My heart skipped a beat

But he was out the door and gone before I could reply.

I lay back down in bed with a happy smile.

I felt a pleasant soreness between my thighs that reminded me of what we had done last night…

And began to regret kicking him out.

As soon as word came that Fausto was on the property, all of us Dario, me, his brothers, and Lars went out onto the front steps of the mansion.

A small fleet of black Mercedes and BMWs drove up. In the middle was a silver Rolls Royce. The cars parked, and a dozen men in suits got out. They were mostly in their 30s and 40s unlike Dario’s men, who were almost all in their 20s.

Niccolo read my mind. “When our uncle split off from the family, most of our former staff went with him,” he explained.

“Which is apparently why we had to hire bothersome old maids as servants,” Dario muttered under his breath.

“What?” Niccolo said. “I didn’t catch that ”

“Nothing,” I said as I kicked the side of Dario’s shoe with my foot.

He just smirked in silence.

The doors of the Rolls Royce opened and two men got out.

One was youthful, maybe five years older than me. He was tall, wiry, and less powerful-looking than Dario. He wore his long, black hair in a ponytail down the back of his neck. His face was cruel, and his eyes were so dark that they seemed almost black.

I shivered when he glanced at me and was glad when he looked away.

The other man was much older in his 50s, probably. He was powerfully built but with a slight gut that his expensive three-piece suit couldn’t hide. He had a mustache and goatee, and his eyes twinkled mischievously beneath heavy brows. His black hair was grey at the temples, and some of it also streaked his beard.

“Don Rosolini,” he said in a playful voice as he walked towards Dario.

“Uncle Fausto,” Dario said as he embraced him. “Thank you for coming.”

“My pleasure. Niccolo, Adriano, Roberto excellent to see you. Valentino, still too damn pretty for your own good.” Fausto turned to Massimo. “You holding up alright?”

“I am thank you, padrone,” Massimo said warmly.

“Good. I’m glad you took down a few of the bastards yourself.”

Then Fausto turned to me.

“This is Alessandra,” Niccolo said.

“Ahhh… so this is the little girl who’s caused so much trouble.”

I turned to Dario in surprise.

It was Niccolo who answered, though. “Your father’s cafe is technically in Uncle Fausto’s territory. We had to notify him of our intentions the night we dealt with the intruder.”

“And deal with him you did,” Fausto said. He clapped Lars on the shoulder. “If you ever get tired of working for my nephews, come and see me. I could always use a man like you.”

Lars just smiled politely.

The man with the ponytail walked up.

“May I introduce my son Aurelio,” Fausto said to me.

“Like Marcus Aurelius?” I asked, mentioning the Roman Emperor from almost 2000 years ago.

“Exactly.”

Aurelio said nothing. He just watched me with that cold, unsettling gaze of his.

“Shall we go inside?” Niccolo said, then led the way.

Dario offered his arm to me.

I smiled as I took it, and he escorted me inside.

I couldn’t help but notice that Aurelio never took his eyes off me.