“No,” I feign a smile. The only person I'm upset with is myself for prompting her decision to drink. I thought I had shown her she didn't have to follow my orders, as fulfilling as that is on my part. “You don't have to do anything to please me.” Alessandra frowns, scooting closer to me. “Why not? I Like you.” She likes me? Those three little words make my heart race, had she been sober I would dismiss the revelation but she's too drunk to lie to me. “You like me?” I echo, my heart pounding. For some reason, her approval means something to me, I've never needed it before. This is new, it's a satisfaction I can get used to. Alessandra nods, “Yes, I'm supposed to hate you because I didn't want to marry.” her lips pull into a pout, it's the prettiest thing I've seen today. I detached myself from her all night because I couldn't trust myself with not touching her, not kissing her while she looked irresistibly hot beside me. I hope her nose, making her smile, I don't care who is
“I am, and your husband has immense self-control but right now, I'm close to coming in my pants.” I tell her, a probable dent in my reputation in the bedroom but my wife doesn't care, she fights me to set her wrist free. “Let go, Enzo,” she whines, an unmistakable defiance in her gaze. I let her go, and her hand immediately finds its way back to my cock, this time stroking it rather than brushing over it. “So bossy.” she groans, restraining my hand with her left one. A futile attempt because I use it to lay her back down, with a gentle shove. She gasps when she bounced on the mattress, her grip on my hand firmer now. Something flickers in her gaze and before I can categorize the emotion, she tugs, making me stagger. She reaches for me with her other hand and tugs again, this time succeeding. I may have miscalculated her strength, or maybe her smile just throws me off my game. “Okay, Sasha time for bed.” “I'm in bed,” she shoots back, her lips twitching with a smile. “I don
Enzo moves to the other breast, giving It the same attention, while his other hand finds its way to my pussy. I'm still in my panties, panties which are wet thanks to him. At the feel of my panties, he growls, sounding pleased. “You’re soaked.” I bite my lip, meeting his gaze as he looks up at me while sliding my panties down, the heat of his gaze enough to make my pussy clench. Still looking at me, he pushes my legs apart and he settles between them, when he looks down, his hand on his thighs tremble, an unfamiliar emotion flickering in his gaze. His head disappears between my legs and I gasp, trembling from the gentle kisses his mouth leaves inside my thighs before dragging his tongue over my pussy, as if kissing me there too. I put a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure at the feel of his tongue sweeping through my folds, teasing my aching clit. His mouth continues to lap over it like a starved man, and I can't help the cry that slips past my
“Are you complaining?” “No,” I hastily shake my head, promptly getting rolled over by Enzo. “I like the way it hurts and..” I trail off, my sentence lost to me as he enters me in one hard thrust. “That,” I moan. Enzo clasps his hand in mine, slowly thrusting into me. “You seem less on the edge. Less murderous, I should fuck you every day.” Murderous? Was I that obvious? I thought I was doing a get job at suppressing it but he must have caught my spaced-out glances at the knives, folks, or even his gun. “I was probably sad about leaving home,” I lie. “I am your home now, Dolcezza.” ————————— Enzo I've been on a business call for a While, nearly an hour with the current Capo dei Capi, hearing his expectations for me, and complaining about how Alessio is wreckless and shouldn't be my right hand. But when I finally escape the call to spend time with my wife, she dashes into the bathroom. I try to wait for her but over an hour is too darn long for a woman who hardly spends
Alessandra I'm slipping into my clothes while Enzo talks to someone on the phone, I take my time with it, eavesdropping like I should be. Just because I'm getting habituated to tolerating him, potentially liking him as a person doesn't mean I can wrong Father. My job is to spy on Enzo, feed information I learn to my Father and not fuck him, as enjoyable as I find that bit, I must stay loyal to him. Enzo likes me because he doesn't know what I'm capable of, I also know he would not hesitate to kill me the second he finds out so I might as well do what I'm here for. “We move the shipment through Genoa, disguised as construction materials. Cement, steel rods, whatever shit you can get your hands on quickly.” he tells whoever is on the other end of the phone. I watch the closet like I'm undecided, huffing in frustration. “Yes, that's fine too. Ensure the real cargo is hidden in the cores.” I smile to myself, already knowing the shipment itself, heroin with a purity so high that it
“But I can't hide you,” he says, his voice soft, comforting. “The world deserves to see one the greatest treasures the gods have ever crafted.” “God,” I correct him. “I believe there's only one supreme being but I respect all the other ones, I mean religions.” I try to elaborate, forgetting his mom is Catholic and by extension him. “As long as we believe there's something bigger than us humans.” “My wife is religious.” he remarks. “Hardly,” I remark. “But we all need to believe in something, no?” “Whatever you say,” he swoons, his gaze softening the more he looks at me. He's deducted himself to showing me he likes me but I think he is developing an actual fascination with me. “Enzo,” I roll my eyes, laughing at how detached he sounded. “What?” he frowns, “My father taught me one's wife is always right and that belief has kept him happy for years, because my mom loves being right, and she's happy like that.” Interesting, I'm not used to being right, hell I'm never given t
Alessandra There's something in the air tonight, something bitting and cold like the empty space where my heart should be. I went from carving a masterpiece for my collection to rushing to a family dinner. I'm late, but nobody notices me most of the time, I'm practically invisible wherever I am. I'm the darkness that shadows your nightmare while my sister Sofia on the other hand is the opposite. She's summer wrapped in a thousand rainbows which makes sense to me that she gets all the good stuff, i.e. our parent's soft nurturing while I get tossed to the side where no one is looking. But father notices me, he always does and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing yet but the blemishes on my soul tell me different. I swallow the bitter test of memories and daddy issues as I walk downstairs to my father's office, where hushed noises emit. We are having dinner with the Valenti family, our last dinner together before their son marries my sister. Uninterested in the negoti
My eyes cut to my Father, despite the chaos brewing inside me I remain calm and poised. I tap my class with crossed fingers to let him know today's mission was a success. “Sasha?” My mother snorts, “You don't want her. I know they're identical but Sasha is where you draw the line, she isn't fit to be Capo's wife, she-” “Everything will proceed as planned, she looks like the initial bride so nobody will suspect any foul play. You get to keep your facade of a virtuous family and I get my bride.” “Take Luna.” My Father offers, and when I turn to find her, she's gone wide-eyed with fear. “I want your other daughter, and in five days you will hand her to me and pray my anger simmers down enough to not break your bones.” “You can't have Sasha, I'm sorry.” “You don't tell me what I can't have Don Romano, much less after you screwed me over. I'll hang your daughter's head on my door as payment for disloyalty on your end.” And with that, he exits, with his family following behind
“But I can't hide you,” he says, his voice soft, comforting. “The world deserves to see one the greatest treasures the gods have ever crafted.” “God,” I correct him. “I believe there's only one supreme being but I respect all the other ones, I mean religions.” I try to elaborate, forgetting his mom is Catholic and by extension him. “As long as we believe there's something bigger than us humans.” “My wife is religious.” he remarks. “Hardly,” I remark. “But we all need to believe in something, no?” “Whatever you say,” he swoons, his gaze softening the more he looks at me. He's deducted himself to showing me he likes me but I think he is developing an actual fascination with me. “Enzo,” I roll my eyes, laughing at how detached he sounded. “What?” he frowns, “My father taught me one's wife is always right and that belief has kept him happy for years, because my mom loves being right, and she's happy like that.” Interesting, I'm not used to being right, hell I'm never given t
Alessandra I'm slipping into my clothes while Enzo talks to someone on the phone, I take my time with it, eavesdropping like I should be. Just because I'm getting habituated to tolerating him, potentially liking him as a person doesn't mean I can wrong Father. My job is to spy on Enzo, feed information I learn to my Father and not fuck him, as enjoyable as I find that bit, I must stay loyal to him. Enzo likes me because he doesn't know what I'm capable of, I also know he would not hesitate to kill me the second he finds out so I might as well do what I'm here for. “We move the shipment through Genoa, disguised as construction materials. Cement, steel rods, whatever shit you can get your hands on quickly.” he tells whoever is on the other end of the phone. I watch the closet like I'm undecided, huffing in frustration. “Yes, that's fine too. Ensure the real cargo is hidden in the cores.” I smile to myself, already knowing the shipment itself, heroin with a purity so high that it
“Are you complaining?” “No,” I hastily shake my head, promptly getting rolled over by Enzo. “I like the way it hurts and..” I trail off, my sentence lost to me as he enters me in one hard thrust. “That,” I moan. Enzo clasps his hand in mine, slowly thrusting into me. “You seem less on the edge. Less murderous, I should fuck you every day.” Murderous? Was I that obvious? I thought I was doing a get job at suppressing it but he must have caught my spaced-out glances at the knives, folks, or even his gun. “I was probably sad about leaving home,” I lie. “I am your home now, Dolcezza.” ————————— Enzo I've been on a business call for a While, nearly an hour with the current Capo dei Capi, hearing his expectations for me, and complaining about how Alessio is wreckless and shouldn't be my right hand. But when I finally escape the call to spend time with my wife, she dashes into the bathroom. I try to wait for her but over an hour is too darn long for a woman who hardly spends
Enzo moves to the other breast, giving It the same attention, while his other hand finds its way to my pussy. I'm still in my panties, panties which are wet thanks to him. At the feel of my panties, he growls, sounding pleased. “You’re soaked.” I bite my lip, meeting his gaze as he looks up at me while sliding my panties down, the heat of his gaze enough to make my pussy clench. Still looking at me, he pushes my legs apart and he settles between them, when he looks down, his hand on his thighs tremble, an unfamiliar emotion flickering in his gaze. His head disappears between my legs and I gasp, trembling from the gentle kisses his mouth leaves inside my thighs before dragging his tongue over my pussy, as if kissing me there too. I put a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure at the feel of his tongue sweeping through my folds, teasing my aching clit. His mouth continues to lap over it like a starved man, and I can't help the cry that slips past my
“I am, and your husband has immense self-control but right now, I'm close to coming in my pants.” I tell her, a probable dent in my reputation in the bedroom but my wife doesn't care, she fights me to set her wrist free. “Let go, Enzo,” she whines, an unmistakable defiance in her gaze. I let her go, and her hand immediately finds its way back to my cock, this time stroking it rather than brushing over it. “So bossy.” she groans, restraining my hand with her left one. A futile attempt because I use it to lay her back down, with a gentle shove. She gasps when she bounced on the mattress, her grip on my hand firmer now. Something flickers in her gaze and before I can categorize the emotion, she tugs, making me stagger. She reaches for me with her other hand and tugs again, this time succeeding. I may have miscalculated her strength, or maybe her smile just throws me off my game. “Okay, Sasha time for bed.” “I'm in bed,” she shoots back, her lips twitching with a smile. “I don
“No,” I feign a smile. The only person I'm upset with is myself for prompting her decision to drink. I thought I had shown her she didn't have to follow my orders, as fulfilling as that is on my part. “You don't have to do anything to please me.” Alessandra frowns, scooting closer to me. “Why not? I Like you.” She likes me? Those three little words make my heart race, had she been sober I would dismiss the revelation but she's too drunk to lie to me. “You like me?” I echo, my heart pounding. For some reason, her approval means something to me, I've never needed it before. This is new, it's a satisfaction I can get used to. Alessandra nods, “Yes, I'm supposed to hate you because I didn't want to marry.” her lips pull into a pout, it's the prettiest thing I've seen today. I detached myself from her all night because I couldn't trust myself with not touching her, not kissing her while she looked irresistibly hot beside me. I hope her nose, making her smile, I don't care who is
I squint, maybe the alcohol is messing with my vision, and more so my mind but she doesn't look familiar, the Camorra attended my wedding but I didn't see her there. “She is so snobby, just look at her hanging around the men and acting like every female clique is below her.” “Didn't she get the memo of his marriage?” I turn to Stella, she appears to be the more involved or dare I say gossiper of the group. “Oh, please like he cares.” her gaze shifts to me. “Enzo Valenti has been engaged for a while and I fucked him three years ago, with miss too good for everyone.” she snarls with contempt as she talks about the Camorra princess. She laughs at something he says, playfully smacking his shoulder. The ladies continue with the topic of conversation, my husband and the blonde on his arm. With each word, I hear about how Enzo, Stella and the Camorra clan princess, something territorial sparks within me. That woman just made it onto my kill list, the final straw for me is when she tr
His body jerks again, his screams louder, making me frown. He did this to himself, so why is his face pale, and slick with sweat or tears, I couldn't care less but he did this. I would make him suffer more but knowing Alessandra is waiting for me prompts me to end his suffering, I flip him over and shove the same blade into his chest, right in the heart. He squirms for a few seconds before silence befalls, perishing to his own knife. I could have shot him and walked away but when I saw that blade, I wanted to teach him a lesson, having the blade which he has hurt others hurt him was a good lesson and entertainment for me. When Michael returns with my clothes he takes a look at Lorenzo on the floor but says nothing. I change my clothes, and just like it's like nothing happened tonight, I walk back to the car with a smile knowing my wife is inside waiting patiently for me. I was gone a whole fifteen minutes more than I should have been but the monster inside me couldn't stop onc
ENZO My wife didn't answer me, she took her sweet time pondering and blushing at my question. The question of whether she's attracted to me was more so for her than me, she appears to need a push in understanding her emotions. I've studied her since we got married, and before that, when she would grace us with her presence at Romano's gatherings. Whenever anyone greeted her, she had the same robotic response, even in my house, the servants tell me she responds the same way to everything, every day. I'm going to figure her out, I'll turn my introverted wife into an extrovert who will shine like the rare diamond she is. “Alessandra, you're taking too long darling.” I call out, stealing a glance at my watch as I wait for her outside the bedroom door. We're going to a gathering where I put on catching someone I've been chasing for a good two months, too long for my taste but I'd rather do this job myself. “Can you call Harriett?” she asks, her voice shaky. Harriett, the styl